He longed for her. His heart was a battle ground. Thinking of her blossom-like skin, that shimmered under lights. Those large gem eyes, a light in the surroudning darkness. Deidara was in tatters as he painted her. The more he looked at the photo of Amai, Pein had given him for a recon mission, he needed her. There was no room for him to deny it anymore, he couldn't live with himself for another second. She was light in the dark, she was a flower among weeds, she was hope.

He painted her upon a rock, water tumbling around her, those unforgiving eyes that killed him. She was seventeen, and small. No greater shinobi could bring him to his knees in the way that she could. He knew this now... And he also knew there was no going back. As the last smear of paint was put upon the canvas Deidara dropped his brush on the ground before him. All of his bold feelings expelled into this painting. Now he could regain his solitary thoughts. Deep inside he knew no such thing could ever happen, but if he could ignore them... His heart wouldn't feel as lonely.

I can give this to her now... he thought and glanced up. All of his heart had been thrown on this canvas, and he didn't regret a single bit of it.

He walked down the hall holding the painting in his hands. Now framed in gold, it held the stunning image she was about to behold. Upon approaching the door, he heard it open. Stopping he watched as Itachi left her room, holding an empty tea-tray.

I wonder... He thought.

"Hey Amai." A smile spread across his face. She looked up.

"What's that in your hands?"

"Another sorry gift."

She shook her head,

"You don't need to. I already forgave you." She insisted.

"Well this one is a friendship gift." he thought and scrunched up his face. Where did that cheesy thing come from? His breath caught as she gazed at him. Suddenly he was thrown into a darkness, the only thing visible were the hunter's eyes.

"Alright what is it?" she laughed lightly. He snapped back into reality. Moving the painting around so she could see, his heart thumped.

"That is... so beautiful!" she breathed.

"Why did you paint me?" she asked.

"I painted beauty that I saw. You know... I'm an artist. My art explodes... making it Art of a Single Moment. This however is art of eternity." He said, in a special voice made of silk. The one he only used when talking about his art.

I've got it bad. He thought. Her smile nearly killed him.

"Hang it up there, I want to see it when I'm sitting here. It'll make me feel less lonely."

"Okay!" he said and walked to the wall beside her bed.

"I'll come see you every time I can." he said suddenly.

Her head shot up.

"I know what that lonliness is like Amai. I went through it too." His voice was soft.

"I know... Thank you."

"Hmmm... Maybe Pein-Sama will let me take you on a walk!"

Her eyes lit up, and set his heart ablaze.

"Please! I need to walk somewhere and stretch my legs, and breathe fresh air. The air down here's" she began.

"Cold? And damp? Yep I know that too."

"When can we go?" she asked.

"Tomorrow..." he murmured, sitting on her bed, dangerously close to her. He could almost taste her skin, like peaches. Her heart beat loudly against her chest. Relief washed through him.

She feels it too.

The blood rushing to her face made it softer. He reached over and brushed his fingers on her cheek, down the outline of her jaw, and under her chin. The look in her eyes took him over the edge. Moving closer to her he could now hear how hard her heart was beating. It was music to his ears. To his surprise she tilted her face up and gazed at him through her lashes. He swallowed hard and leaned in. His lips brushed hers lightly, then planted full. For a moment she sat confused as he kissed her, but gradually she began to move with him. Wrapping her hands around his neck tightly, she pulled him closer. He planted a hand on her tiny waist. Passion exploded at every touch, and he felt his lips starving for more of hers.

Pulling away he sat back and breathed. They stared at each other, both finding something new stirring within themselves.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?" A voice behind them said. Deidara nearly broke his neck as his head followed the voice. There stood Hidan, looking almost shocked.

"Uh... who are you?" Amai asked.

"Hidan." Deidara answered for him.

"Thank you blondie but I can tell her myself." he snapped. His dark eyes narrowed and looked at the both of them.

"What the fuck were you two doing?"

Deidara laughed, trying to sound cocky.

"Does it matter? I'm in charge of her."

Hidan stared at him,

"Blondie's got a backbone eh?" He shook his head and laughed,

"Whatever. Pein wants to talk to you Deidara."

He glanced back nervously, but felt relief when Amai nodded. He rose slowly from the bed and walked out, looking at her through a small crack in the door. Wanting to tell her he would be back. He wasn't going to be gone for long. Palms clammy he shut the door completely and proceeded to follow Hidan.

Twelve years prior

She lie motionless on the ground. There was no blood, only the withered body. Amai sobbed and gripped her mother's hand.

"Mommy..." She murmured.

Five year old Amai knew nothing other than love. She had never felt something like this. A falling in her stomach and heart, that only made her tears flow worse. Knowing she had caused it made it worse. The gripping pain she now felt in her chest wrecked her body with tremors. Where was daddy? She needed him. Sayaka Murasaki was a beautiful woman. With long chocolate-colored hair, and dark shameless eyes. Both of Amai's parents were excellent shinobi, well-respected.

"Come back mommy." Amai sobbed louder. If only she could turn back time... If only she could control her anger.

No one would understand... It wasn't her fault. It was the ocean running inside her. That flow of power she knew no one else possessed. If anyone did they knew this feeling. Squeezing her eyes shut, she let go of her mother's hand. Taking a deep breath she walked to the door and opened it, all she could do was wait. Wait for things to hit.

I can't stop...

Amai shot up in bed, beads of sweat pouring down her face. Swinging her legs off the side of the bed she buried her face in her hands. She could only weep. The need for someone to hold her grew. Feeling empty she gulped the water next to her.

Deidara... I need you. This stopped her. Why did she need him? Why had she said that? Yet she knew it was true.

Her mind flashed back to the kiss. A zealous kiss. It brought her comfort to think that he wanted to kiss her, to touch her. Not nearly enough to stop the ache in her chest. An ache that had been there since she was five.

The locks on her door suddenly clamored. Her tummy jumped and she turned to attention as it opened.

"D-Deidara?" she whispered into the darkness. Red eyes greeted her. Deflating slightly she sighed,

"Oh Itachi..."

"Do you want me to get Deidara?" he asked. There was a hint of something in his voice. Something like hurt.

"Please." she whispered.

He shut the door lightly and was gone. Amai focused on the hope that he was coming. She didn't let the emptiness sway her, she let her inner talk to her.

Don't be weak... Don't show defeat. It told her promptly. The door opened again and there stood Deidara. She could barely see him in the dark, but the blue pierced the darkness.

"Deidara..." she murmured.

"I'm here." he closed the door and crossed the room to her bed. His familiar scent filled her nose. She felt his hand on hers, he was pulling her into his arms. She went graciously.

"Did you have a nightmare?" he asked softly in her ear.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry."

Soon his hand was on her jaw, tilting her head. Heart throbbing she waited. His lips touched hers, and this time his mouth opened. She froze unsure of what to do. He pulled away,

"Open your mouth." It wasn't a command.

She did. He resumed his place on her mouth and slid his tongue in. A new sensation filled Amai. Blood rushed on her skin as she returned his kiss, her knees went weak. Gripping one another tighter they explored each other's mouths. His hands ran along her hair, caressed the skin on her back. Goosebumps rose on her skin and she shivered. Pulling away he looked into her eyes, hungry for more. She gulped and nodded.

Pushing his tongue inside her mouth again, his hands drifted lower. Settling for her thigh he rubbed a small area before drifting to the hem of the dress. He quickly lifted it over her head and discarded it. Amai felt compelled to take the black mesh shirt he wore off.

Putting his hand behind her head, he gently pushed her down on the bed. In the dark he admired her curvaceous body, her rather large breasts erect. She shut her eyes, knowing he could hear her heart. His lips found hers again, one of his hands cupping one of her breasts. The slight moan she let out in his mouth encouraged him further. His mouth trailed to her jaw then down her neck. Licking her neck, he began to suck lightly. This procured more moans from her. Heat flowed in between her legs.

"Go down more..." she gasped. Smiling he looked at her before kissing down her belly. Stopping to look at her panties. Black Lace.

"Don't stare."

Wasting no time he pulled them down and off. She was eager, she wanted his touch. Lightly spreading her legs, he kissed down her inner thigh. Fire ran through her veins. This was so right. Finally his mouth reached its destination and she arched her back. He flicked his tongue around in the wetness, tasting her sweetness.

"Deidara!" she moaned bucking her hips into his face.

"More!"

Suddenly a finger was penetrating her almost painfully. She was soon filled with pleasure as he slid it in, then out again. She could feel the climax coming to her, and Deidara apparently did too because he stopped and pulled away.

"Taste yourself." He said finding her mouth in the dark. A sweet syrup filled her mouth along with him. She pushed her hands along his smooth, toned chest, then down further to his pants. She could feel his large throbbing member even through them. Surprised she took it out.

"Wait." he breathed. She looked up at him.

"We aren't going all the way yet. I want that time to be really special." he cooed in her ear.

"Let me help you anyway." She said and placed herself on top of him. Moving her mouth to where he was throbbing she ran her tongue along the length. He breathed out hard. She placed her entire mouth around him and plunged down. He was melting in her mouth and she knew it.

"Oh my God..." he murmured.

Amai gagged herself with him, over, and over.

"Agh I'm gonna-" he said, without being able to finish. Hot, sweet, and sticky filled her mouth. Pulling away she swallowed and wiped her mouth. She sprawled herself next to him.

I've never done this before...

"You're really good for this being the first time you've ever done anything like this before." He laughed.

"How do you know I haven't?!" She asked flustered. He merely chuckled and leaned in to kiss her lightly. Then put his forehead to hers.

"Why do I keep coming into this fucking room?" Hidan's voice said from the door. The slightly short man stood at the door. He was young with silver hair, and dark eyes. Amai screamed and dove underneath the blankets.

"What do you want?!" Deidara snapped.

"I just- No. Pein wants both of you. Get dressed." He said, disgusted.

"I don't care what you two do. Just- do it somewhere no one is going to walk in on you." Pein said closing his eyes. Amai stood head pinted to the floor.

"Yes Pein-Sama." Deidara said. He was standing close to Amai which calmed her.

"Now tomorrow... Deidara I want you to introduce her to everyone. You are to make sure she attends the meeting." He said.

"Yes."

"Now please... Next time go to your room. At least you can lock that door." He said. Amai could tell he wasn't comfortable with this. She couldn't blame him either. Still... she was happy.