(A/N) Gaahina () : He'd find that kinky XP

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Deidara strode back to his bed and began cleaning up. The sheet still held her scent, and he took a small whiff before blushing and throwing it back onto the bed. She is so beautiful, he thought wistfully. He looked over the messed sheets and slowly recollected last night. Her smell, her movements, her sounds... everything about her just drove him insane with love. He was glad that he came back.

However, he wasn't too happy about how he let Hinata's future go haywire. Because he left, he got Hidan killed and let Itachi take over his girlfriend. He felt terribly guilty for both.

The clock in the room started playing a tune. It was 7, and the hotel's residents were waking up for the day. Deidara, instead, crawled back into the Hinata-scented sheets and slept.

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"Where have you been, love?" Itachi walked up to Hinata and greeted her at the door. "It's terribly late, and I'm afraid I couldn't sleep without you by my side." He wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, and she moved uncomfortably in his grasp. He led her to the bedroom. "Certainly you didn't go to work - you're still bruised up from your fall down the stairs." At this, he gripped her incredibly tight, and the cuts on her sides began to bleed. "A-Ah... Ow!" She started pushing him away as he closed the door to their room behind them.

"Hinata, you weren't with that Deidara kid, were you? I heard that he was back in town, and I do hope he didn't find you." He observed the work he did on her arms, nodding approvingly. Absently, he scratched at the developing scabs, and she groaned in pain. "And I most certainly hope that you didn't sleep with him, as my sources say he did." He completely ripped the scab off of one cut, and blood immediately gushed out. He licked the blood, looking like he was getting some kind of sensual pleasure out of it. "Because I think that I'm the only good one for you, no matter what you think." Hinata had tears rolling down her cheeks. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. "Hmm... You do smell like sex. Perhaps I was wrong in hoping that you didn't sleep with another man."

Itachi continued to rip off the scabs of her healing wounds, opening them up again. She kept screaming in pain, and didn't notice when he pushed her onto the bed. "Am I not good enough for you? Is it because I didn't fuck you when we first got married?" he held an oddly pained look as he cupped her face. His other hand scraped at her legs. She was getting blood all over the sheets. He smelled her arm. He sighed at the smell of fresh blood. "You're so beautiful, darling. Perhaps Deidara raped you. Any man would hunt down a fine woman such as yourself. He squeezed her breast through her shirt. She unintentionally groaned. He smirked.

"Maybe I have neglected you. I'm so sorry, my love. I'll make sure you never have to face the loneliness I have displayed to you for so many years. Tonight, we become what couples all over the world have done to come closer together." He swiftly removed her shirt, then lightly traced her with his lips.

"N...No..." Hinata's inaudible voice carried no farther than her bruised lips.

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Hinata wasn't allowed out of the house after that. Itachi told her that it was for her own safety, since he was sure that she was carrying his child now. But Hinata could tell that it was because Deidara was back in town. Or the chance that it was hisc hild inside of her. Either way, she found herself absently stroking her stomach as she stared out the window. She watched Itachi walk out of the house and wave back at her fondly, and for a minute he was the nicest guy in the world.

Only a minute.

His wicked smile made its way onto his face, and unfortunately Hinata caught it in her eye before he slid into his car and drove off.

Sighing, she stopped touching her stomach, which, for all she knew, held a strange combination of both Itachi and Deidara's child, and walked towards the door. She wandered the halls and explored the rooms she hadn't seen before. It just hit her that they were living in a mansion, and that they had many maids and butlers. Did she do any kind of work while she was zoning out of her life?

There was a man walking down the hall opposite her, and he smiled and nodded. Hinata noticed something strange about the man. You know, besides the fact that he was... well... blue. And had gills. And looked like a fish in general.

Hinata forced herself to stop and look at him, and he did the same.

"Is something the matter, Hinata-sama?" He had a raspy voice as well. Hinata stared at him in confusion. "Um..." She searched her head for his name. "K...Kisame-san?" She stepped closer to him, and he grinned. "At your service, ma'am." he bowed slightly and chuckled. She played with her fingers in thought. "Could you... take me around the... m-mansion?" She asked hesitantly. Kisame stared at her for a minute before sighing and laughing. "Haha, sure. I thought you were going to give me some sort of hard task - like cleaning the bathrooms, or seeking out the best wine for something or other." He scratched the back of his head.

As they cruised down the hall, Kisame kept up small talk with the mistress who didn't talk to him much since they met. "So, Hinata-sama, what makes you want to explore the mansion?" Hinata stared with interest at an original piece of artwork displayed on the wall. "I don't... remember. The mansion, I mean." They walked out to the balcony and sat down at the tables for tea. Kisame didn't have any, even though she offered him some. "What do you mean, you don't remember?" he asked, sitting across from her. Hinata sighed a little and set down her cup.

"Can I tell you the whole story?" She asked in a whisper. "Can I trust you, Kisame-san?" she glanced at him. He shook his head. "I'm Itachi's right hand man. I'm not allowed to keep secrets, if that's what you're asking." He paused to look at her. She looked about ready to cry.

"... But that's when I'm his butler. As a person, however..." Her head snapped up to look at him, a tear falling down her cheek. "Kisame-san..." He grinned at her, and she started sobbing. "I don't love Itachi." She started. "I love another person... and he loves me, and shows it in a more... appropriate way than Itachi does." She absently fingered the bandages on her arms. Kisame watched her. "Itachi... he's abusive, possessive, and I don't know if he loves me for sure." she began to sob a little harder. "He... He took someone away from me. Someone important - that I loved as a dear, dear friend." she looked down, and as her tears seeped through the bandages, her cuts stung. "Abusive because... Well, look." She slid off the bandages and showed Kisame her right arm. His eyes widened with new found concern.

"Hinata-sama, butler or not, this is unacceptable - even if it's Itachi-sama." he said, observing her arm carefully. "These could get infected - or worse." Hinata gently pulled her arm away from him. "It doesn't matter. I got to see Deidara again... after so long." Kisame tilted his head to the side. "Deidara is... the one I really love." she smiled a little. "We made love in his hotel room not too long ago. Itachi found out... and... well, I guess we made love, too." Her eyes traveled down her arms and legs. "I'm not sure whose baby I'm carrying. It's all so, so complicated." she sighed.

Kisame studied her a little more. "And now he hasn't allowed you to leave the house, right?" he added for confirmation. Hinata whispered a small yes, and her tears slowed to a stop. After a considerable amount of silence, Kisame stood up. He took his towel and started wiping her tears away with it. "Hinata-sama, I want to help you." he said softly, helping her stand up. She shook her head. "No. I'm done relying on someone for help. It only causes pain." She whispered. All the guilt she felt before was resurfacing, and it was overwhelming. She held onto Kisame for support and sobbed into his chest. "There's nothing you can do, Kisame-san. Itachi's just... too much." She realized that she couldn't even rely on Deidara for protection from Itachi - he was the one who left her vulnerable in the first place! If Deidara hadn't left, she'd have Sasori as a friend, and Hidan would still be alive! Itachi would have no real way of getting to her, and...

For the first time, she was angry at Deidara.

Hinata gripped Kisame's shirt in frustration. It didn't feel right, being angry at Deidara. She wasn't leaning on Itachi, but the realization made her unappreciative of Deidara's decision.

She had to see him, before this anger developed any further.

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Deidara paced around the room, glancing periodically at the phone that sat on the coffee table. It vibrated occasionally with a text from Sasori, but that wasn't why he was staring at it. He was debating on two options he gave himself - calling Hinata, or not. It was a particularly difficult task because of her situation. He didn't know if he was allowed to call, or if she even had her phone, or if Itachi had her phone, or if a spy had her phone... There were too many factors to think about. So many things that could put either of them in serious trouble.

He needed to call her because:

A) He may or may not have gotten her pregnant.

B) He wanted to make sure she wasn't.

C) He wanted to hear her voice again. Saying that she wasn't pregnant.

D) All of the above.

E) Holy shit, I totally got her pregnant.

Or,

F) What the hell do I do now?

Deidara sat down on the couch for only a second before hopping up and walking around again. Once or twice he even reached for the phone. Then, finally, the phone rang, signaling that someone was calling him. It was Sasori.

"Are you even reading my texts?" He asked, annoyed. Deidara sighed. "I have to tell you something."

After a few minutes of deep explanations, the phone fell silent.

"Sasori?"

"Dude, you totally got her pregnant."

Deidara groaned. "Well, what do I do now? We can't have a baby, now of all times!" he slapped his forehead. "Why not? We're rich, famous, and almost powerful." He had a point. "I mean, she's married, grown up, and some guy from a different town fucked her and now she's pregnant with her not-husband's baby! How does that look? What will her parents think? By god, if I didn't already ruin her life, I just made it worse!"

"Just call her." and he hung up.

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Hinata felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She let go of Kisame and answered it. "Hello?"

"...Hinata?"

She froze. Kisame looked at her, worried.

"Hinata. We need to talk. Can I come over? Or can you come over here?" Hinata looked at Kisame. "S-Sure. I-I-I'll go to your place." she started walking down the hall, pretending to be on the phone with Itachi.

"You see, it's just that... well, you know a couple nights ago..."

"Uh-huh."

"And I just wanted to know if you were..."

"Yeah."

"So I guess when you have the time..."

"I'm on my way."

Hinata hung up the phone and - very professionally - snapped her fingers and called Kisame to her side. "Itachi wants to see me at the office." she gave him a look, and he nodded. They walked to the garage, where Kisame drove her to the hotel a few blocks down. Deidara was waiting for her at the door. As her eyes looked him over, the anger she felt before started bubbling inside of her.

"Hinata, I-"

"Deidara! I'm angry with you!" Hinata said suddenly. Deidara stared at her in confusion. "Um... Why-" Hinata cut him off, stepping closer to get in his face. "Because... Because...!!" She lost the words. Slightly embarrassed, she began pushing Deidara into the hotel, leaving Kisame outside in the car. When they got into the hotel room, she slammed the door closed and glared at Deidara.

"I-I'm angry because you left!" She shrieked, though the walls were far from sound proof.

Confused, Deidara moved to touch her. She backed away. "I didn't go anywhere, Hinata. I was in the hotel all day yesterday and -" Hinata furiously shook her head. "No! Five years ago!" She stomped towards him, each step he backed away. She looked about ready to hit him - and if he didn't know better, she would have. When she finally had him backed to the wall, he found a way to grip her shoulders. "Hinata, I thought we got over this." He asked, moving strands of her hair away from her face. She shook them back, just to spite him. He frowned. "You're being childish, you know." He huffed.

"If you hadn't left, none of this would have happened!" Hinata clenched her hands into fists. "If you stayed," she started to think about all the things she listed before. "Hidan-sensei would still be here! Alive!" She felt a tear fall down her cheek. "I wouldn't be married to Itachi! I wouldn't be... be... be broken because of him! Because of you!"Hinata wiped her tear away, only to leave room for another. And another. Deidara started wiping her face, even though he felt as though he might cry. Having her yell at him about these things... it hurt a lot. He bit his lip as she continued to scream the truth at him.

The truth because... well, it was true. If he stayed, everything would be okay. But... How far could she go with his reputation back then? Deidara started building up his argument.

"If you hadn't left, I-" Deidara pressed a finger to her lips. "Enough! Hinata, we've been over this. I left because I would have caused you nothing but trouble." She tried to scoff, but it turned into a small sob. She wiped away another bout of tears. She hated feeling this weak after feeling so... so... was it powerful?

"If I stayed, true, Hidan would be alive, and Itachi wouldn't be your husband. But then who'd you be married to? I low-life hick who couldn't get a job and relied on his wife - of all things - to put food on the table." Hinata looked away from him. He was right. He tilted her head up to look at him. "After hearing all that's happened, I've felt guilty. I knew it was my fault, but honestly, you're more important to me than Hidan was." He let his other hand lightly grasp the back of her head. "If I'm so important, why'd you let Itachi do these things to me?" She whispered. Deidara let her go. "You have no idea! You don't get it, Hinata!" He snapped. She stepped back in surprise. "You mean the world to me. It wasn't like I could barge into your house and tell your parents to call the wedding off! Who am I to ask that?" He walked away from her, running a hand through his hair. "And If I told them about our love story, what would they say? Back then - I don't remember, but - I was either your teacher or the one who faked his age to be your teacher."

Deidara turned abruptly to her. "Itachi was right - he could take better care of you. Look at where marrying him has gotten you; A warm, safe home. Money. A job. Everything I couldn't possibly dream of supplying for you if I stayed with you so long ago." He walked back to her, standing close enough to emphasize that he couldn't hug her. "And the sad thing is, if I stayed with you, this entire argument would be about me not being able to take care of you. So everything that happened was necessary for you to be happy."

Hinata looked at him helplessly. "But I'm nothappy, Deidara. And I guess that's why I'm yelling at you. Because you didn't make me happy. I guess it doesn't matter that you stayed or not. I'm still yelling at you because you couldn't take care of me."

Things were silent for a while. They stared at each other, and outside it began to rain. For the briefest of moments, Hinata wished Kisame had come inside to keep warm. But those things didn't matter, and she was almost sure that he could breath underwater if Kisame wanted to.

"Deidara, why did we make love that night?" Hinata moved to the couch and plopped down. Deidara stared at her. "Because." He smirked a bit at the nostalgia he felt. "Why?" she repeated, betraying herself with a small smile. "Why do you think?" He pulled her off the couch. "Because... you're... changing... the subject..." He kissed her passionately, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry, Hinata. I couldn't protect you, like I should have." He said softly against her neck. "No, Deidara. It's okay. You were right." She began to cry again, and he held her tightly.

Hinata thought about Itachi, oddly. And how they had sex right after she and Deidara had. It was almost as if her mind were telling her that Deidara needed to know this. But how could she bring it up? They just made up after a fight. Would he be angry with her? Would he drop her right now and walk away? Would he throw her out the window!?

"Deidara... I have to tell you something."

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Deidara froze.

Was she talking about being pregnant?

If so, he already knew.

But what if that wasn't it?

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Sorry for the awkward cliffhanger.

I GRADUATED.

NOW I'M LIKE, SMART AND STUFF.