Author's Note: Now here's where some of the yaoi come in. I would've had the chapter up earlier, but I had a state competition for band. I'm only into this whole band thing cuse it gets you out of ninth period, and there is a band tip to SIX FLAGS! Hello! Worth it huh? Beats doing work at ninth period classes and staying at home. Back on track, yaoi, DeiMada, DeiTobi, and also A STALKER FANGIRL THAT APPEARS AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER! O_O OH NO! She's going to ruin my plot! T_T

Futei Shinki

"Undecided Feelings"

Chapter Three

"Deidara-San!" Madara had called out as he entered the Japanese-styled room, quickly walking toward the blond, making sure nobody in the hallway had noticed.

"What, Un?" Deidara growled, angered that he couldn't go outside without a hat or cloak covering his hair, for those with a hair color other than black are quickly executed due to the fact that those people are from different countries and Japan dose not allow other's within its boarders.

"I got Deidara-San this! That way you can go outside while covering your hair," Madara gave a soft smile while using a familiar, childish tone, yet rang no bells for Deidara.

The hat seemed familiar as well . . . her remembered having a dream, traveling beside a man with an orange mask. The hat was almost the same thing, yet it was missing the bells that were tied to the end, while at that moment, Deidara had an idea.

"Let me see the hat, Un . . ." Madara handed the familiar hat over to Deidara who took a red thread an a silver bell that he found, weaving it into the hat, "There, Un!"

"Hm? A bell?" Madara wondered as he studied the hat and then looked up at the blond with a curious expression.

"Yeah, Un. I remember seeing an orange masked-man in my dream I had last night, Un," Madara shifted uncomfortably while standing toward Deidara, "He told me that if I tie the bell to my hat, it would guild all the souls that lost their way to the light, Un."

Madara gave a normal expression of interest, but hidden behind that, was sadness as a thought fluttered into his head, 'When he mentioned this man, he seemed really happy. Was he someone from the past that was a close friend of Deidara-San?"

"If I remembered correctly . . . the name was Tobi, Un . . ." Deidara mumbled while bringing a thumb under his lip to pounder the thought, while Madara snapped out of his own thoughts.

"But boy was he annoying, Un! I got a headache while I was sleeping! Seriously! He's always talking in third person saying 'Tobi is a good boy!' or 'Sempi, sempi, sempi! Tobi is tired! Wha let's stop there, Deidara-sempi!' Then he'd rush over there so quickly he wouldn't seemed tired at all!" Madara chuckled, a little relived that the masked-man . . . wait a second, relived . . . a thought came into his mind, as something didn't seem right, 'Was I . . . jealous of this "Tobi"?'

"Anyways, Tobi was wise (for a complete idiot), so I tied the bell onto my hat to guild those lost souls, Un," Madara gave a soft smile at the blond, he seemed so childish at times . . . cute . . . wait what?!

"Uh . . . I just remembered I forgot something! I'll be right back!" Madara said quickly, urging to leave the room as soon as possible as he rushed out, standing on the street as it began to pour.

"Wh-what? I can't feel this way . . . we're both guys after all . . . plus Deidara has no memories . . ." Madara mumbled to himself on the lonely road that was once filled with many people, until disappearing indoors due to the heavy rainfall.

"Maybe . . . I'd be the best if I'd ignored it . . . no, I need to think . . ." Madara mumbled while he trailed down the empty street, staring down at the uneven pavement.

"Do I . . . love Deidara?"

"Whoa, Un, your soaked!" Deidara chuckled while Madara had entered the room, dripping from the downpour that didn't seem to light up since it began.

"Yeah . . ." Madara mumbled, refusing to even glance at the blond, making Deidara worry over the depression on his face.

"Here, Un," Deidara had tossed the towel onto the raven-hair of the Uchiha as Madara sat beside him on the hardwood floor to dry off.

"What's up with you, Un . . . you look like you just witnessed murder or something," Deidara chuckled at the joke, yet Madara remain speechless, until getting up and mumbling, "I'm going to bed."

"Alright, Un . . . but, something is bothering you, and I'm not forcing you to tell me or anything, Un," Deidara mumbled as he stared at to the Uchiha who seemed buried under the covers, "I don't like to see you this way, Un . . ."

Deidara mumbled while he already began to hear a soft breathing, Madara had already fell asleep! Deidara growled under his breath for being ignored, but let it pass, thinking sleep was more important at the moment.

'You know Madara . . . I'm sure I am not the only one who worries about you . . .' Deidara thought, knowing that they were being watched, yet chose to ignore it, knowing this person was no threat to them.

"Who is that blond with my Madara!"

"Keh, just you wait Madara-kun . . . soon we will be together, just you wait!"

OH MY GWAD! STALKER FANGIRL! Please don't blame Ki-chan! HOW WAS I SUPPOST TO KNOW MY STORY WOULD TURN OUT LIKE THIS! I never think about what I write . . .

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