Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Naruto Shippuden, or any of the characters contained in it in any way, shape, or form. Masashi Kishimoto does.
Chapter 6 (A Kunoichi Doesn't Get Close to the Enemy)
"Nee, Naita I need to talk to you."
"What's up?" I ask, feeling happy to finally leave the hospital for the day. Deidara was unbearable all day.
"Deidara-san has been reported to not have eaten a single meal."
I feel a small vein pop out of my head as I realize what that means.
"Eat." I command, holding up the tuna sandwich to Deidara's mouth.
"No." He refuses without looking up from his magazine.
I sigh, glancing down at what he's reading. I didn't recall bringing anything for him to read. I gasp and snatch it from his hands.
"Where did you get this?!" I yell, finally taking in notice of the promiscuous woman on the cover in a questionable pose.
Deidara doesn't answer; instead he looks at me, smirking. Always smirking.
"Eat." I command again, pushing his plate of food closer to him.
"Hospital food sucks, un." Deidara states after staring at the food for a while. He continues to stare down at it with a blank expression.
"I don't care. You're lucky I have to feed you at all."
Deidara places the plate back in my hands. I hold it, looking up at him confused. He holds my chin, bringing my face close to his.
"Can I eat you out instead?" He asks, the smirk quickly returning. My face flushes red and I stomp off with the trey.
I dump the food into the trash and make another sandwich. I couldn't think of anything else to make in a hospital like this. I make a simple peanut butter and jelly one.
"Feed it to me." Deidara demands when I approach him again.
"No!"
"Then I guess I won't eat again, yeah."
"Uuugh!" I begin feeding Deidara the sandwich, attempting to stuff it down his throat every now and then.
When it's almost gone, I feel Deidara lick the tip of my finger. I blush but ignore it. When I look at his face, I almost laughed. I accomplished smudging peanut butter and jelly all over his mouth. I hold up a napkin to his face.
"Here let me wipe your mouth." I offer while laughing. I stop when he suddenly grabs my wrist and stares at me with a hard expression. Did he want a fight?
"Lick it off."
I look down at his legs and stay quiet as I feel the rage boil up inside. I feel Deidara watching me, waiting for me to submit.
"Hell fucking no!" I scream while yanking away my arm. I stomp out of the room and slam the door close.
Damn him!
I sit filling out the last of the paperwork for the day. For some reason, I needed to record every little thing Deidara did. I'm sure it's standard procedure, especially with dealing with an Akatsuki member, but it's also a torture device. I rub my hand to keep it from getting cramped.
It's dark out now. My clock read that it was around nine. I think about walking home, but push it out of my mind. It's better for me to just walk straight home than worry about being robbed or something. I put the files away and go to check on Deidara one last time before I left. This would be his second night in the hospital, so plans of escape could always pop up into his mind. The hospital was so calm and quiet with everyone gone. It's creepy.
I open Deidara's door and look towards his bed. It was empty. Deidara didn't lay in it. No, instead he was perched on the windowsill beside it. He looked over his shoulder at me. I took slow steps towards his bed. He watched me, his face was blank now, and he stared at me as if uninterested with whatever I was doing. I didn't have time to question him when he grabs me by my collar and pulls me towards him. I reach behind me to get out my kunai, but I feel strong arms wrap around me. He's warm.
I half expect him to come back into the room, after being caught and all. Instead he leans back and begins to fall. I wrap my arms around him and try to pull him back, but when both of our feet are off the windowsill, there's nothing I can do. I attempt to make hand sills, but Deidara is holding me to tight, I can't get my hands to touch each other.
I open my mouth to scream, but before I know it, we've landed. There's a hard crack I hear when Deidara makes impact with the ground. He gasps before closing his eyes. Blood comes from his mouth. I feel fine, Deidara blocked my fall. All the sounds around me sound muffled while I stare at Deidara with wide eyes. I can't seem to think. I'm not sure how long I stare at Deidara, or when I'm in the hospital.
The next thing I remember of that night are people running around and papers flying again. It's just like yesterday, only without any patients. It dawned on me all the paperwork I would have to fill out and all the questions I would need to answer. I'll be here all night.
So much for sleep.
I walk fast-paced towards Deidara's new room. He just came out of his critical condition after about six days. I rush past the other nurse's who stare at me with shocked faces.
I open the door, not caring about the three other nurses tending to him. Deidara's face is blank again. From the look of he's injuries; he just got done being interrogated. His eyes stay in the bed sheets; they show no sign of life. Deidara looks tired, drained. Something got to him.
However, the way he looks doesn't really sink into my brain. I'm rampaging now. I approach him and punch him right in the face when he glances at me from the corner of his eye. I don't send him flying anywhere, but it's enough/. Deidara holds his cheek and it starts to turn a bluish-purple.
"What the hell was that all about?!" No one has informed me of anything since the 'incident'.
Deidara doesn't say anything.
"Naita-san, Deidara's condition is still sensitive, so it would be best if –"
"What do you mean, un?"
"What do you mean, "what do you mean"?!" I was raising my voice even louder now, "What the hell were you thinking when you grabbed me and jumped out the window?! Are you suicidal?!"
The nurses continue to scold me, but neither of us is minding them. Neither of us is even looking at them. Their just noise in the background right now. Deidara says nothing, still looking at his own bed sheets.
"Well?!" I'm nearly screaming at him now.
"I don't know." Deidara's voice is much calmer than mine, much quieter. He's voice is a mumble.
"What was I thinking, hmm?"
It might have been my imagination, but I could've sworn I saw Deidara look at me with the hatred in his eyes again. The pure despise again. Only this time, he was smirking.