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.

A Kunoichi Does Not Discuss her Ninjutsu with the Enemy

I bring Deidara his food for what seems like the millionth time. He eats the hospital food now with ease; he doesn't give me any trouble at all. This was perfect! No more wise cracks or dirty jokes, no more smirks, no word games to confuse me. No complaints. If only I could actually enjoy it. In the pit of my stomach, I can't enjoy this blissful Deidara that was graced upon me.

I'm pretty sure his spirits are broken, or something like that. It's been almost two weeks and he hasn't said a word sine the window incident. Deidara always has a blank face now, a small frown on his face. His eyes without life, emotionless. I wonder if he's even alive in there. He only acknowledges me when I feed him. He looks at me when I set the trey in his lap, expression not changing, and obediently opens his mouth for the food.

I feel . . . . almost guilty. For some reason, I think I'm the one at fault somehow for him being this way. His interrogations have slowed lately. Itachi is the one under serious pressure right now, won't give the guy a minute to breathe much less recover. They have a tight grip on Hidan as well. I'm not surprised. I wouldn't know what to do with an immortal either. They have both those two on lock down, Hidan apparently needs to be watched closely or else he'll go out "sacrificing". Sasori is being considered let go, some ninja will escort him to his village so they can deal with him. Or so the rumor goes.

When I finish feeding Deidara, I continue to sit in the stool. I move the trey over, it's pretty much empty anyway. I feel Deidara's eyes on me, watching me. I fiddle with my fingers. I want to say something, but as always, nothing comes to mind. I mean, what do I say to the one who's being interrogated by my village? To the one who also assisted in my abduction?

"Nee."

Deidara's voice makes me snap out of my thoughts and look at him. He was looking at me intensely all of a sudden. He glared at me as if he hated me once more. What is with those looks?!

"How did you do that to Hidan, un?"

I stare at him blankly, not knowing what he meant. When I finally remembered the battle me and Hidan had, I suddenly regretted using my ocular jutsu.

"All you did was look at him, right?"

I break into a slow smile. I giggle softly, but it spreads like a bad plague. I'm laughing harder and harder, until I'm holding my sides and leaning back in my chair.

"Is that what you were so depressed about?"

Deidara doesn't answer and I get the feeling the answer is no. I wait until I'm calmer to start talking again.

"It's the ocular jutsu I have."

Just when I expected Deidara to turn and look out the window to be uninterested in me, I'm grabbed by my wrists. I feel my body pulled forwards until I'm forced to pull my legs up onto the bed. A blush covers my face as I feel myself straddle Deidara. I'm too distracted by my own embarrassment to stop him from moving my bangs to the side and staring into my eye.

We're both silent. Deidara, as always, had a strong grip. I couldn't move an inch.

"Go ahead and say it."

"Say what, un?"

"That I'm a freak of nature."

Deidara chuckles, letting go of both my wrists completely. He takes off the gloves he's required to wear for some odd reason. As soon as it's off, a slimy pink tongue greats me. The mouth is smiling wide enough for me to see the whole row of top teeth. How could I miss that? During battle, I don't remember hand mouths at all, or in his profile. I skimped through that though.

"If you haven't noticed, and obviously you haven't, un, I have handmouths."

I glance down into Deidara's lap. I couldn't think of what to say. My mind is going blank.

"It's an ocular jutsu that's passed down in my clan. A physical trait too."

I pause; I'm saying anything on impulse now. "It's how my clan recognizes their members. I have many strong ninjutsus, but all of them are limited to my third eye. I'm only good at close-combat, so long-distance is my weakness." I bite my lip as I confess that Deidara was pretty much my weakness. He didn't seem like he was good at close-combat though. I suppose we contradict each other.

"Now was that so hard~?" I look up at Deidara. His damn smirk was back! His eyes showed full satisfaction at my answer, especially the part where I confessed at long-range being my weakness.

"It's nice to know I'm your weakness." Deidara said while moving his head closer, whispering into my ear.

He gives my ear a light nip and starts to nibble on it. I let out a small gasp and was suddenly very conscience of our position. I push his chest to no avail. Why am I so weak compared to him?! I begin to wiggle and squirm, but stop when I realize I'm still straddling his lower half. I start huffing. Oh no, he's found my sweet spot at this point.

Deidara stops after my face went through every shade of red. He chuckles, "You're cute, un."

I can't possibly get any redder from the comment as I slide off the bed. I turn as I realize my shirt is two buttons lower than what it used to be.

"By the way . . . you're the worst kunoichi I've ever seen, hmm."

That draws the line! I spin, my shirt still somewhat unbuttoned, and smack Deidara square on the cheek.

"S-shut up! No one asked you!"