This is the Chapter 3! I hope that you like it, and please give me your comments!
Chapter 3 –Deidara and Sasori
From the author's point of view
Fugaku's secretary, who was still holding her table phone close to her ear, waited for her employer to speak.
"Mr.Uchiha? Mr.Uchiha?" The lady secretary repeated his name, in case if he had hung up the phone.
"Just let him in," Fugaku sighed tiredly, scratching the jaded sea of lines on his forehead. Without waiting for any reply from his secretary, he put down the expensive table phone. He went pacing left and right in his office, his mind racing with anxiety, trying to figure out what his former wife wanted from him. His pulse was rising higher and higher. Finally, the door opened to reveal a handsome figure, who was smirking evilly.
"I have come in behalf of my client, Miss Mikoto Uchiha. Call me Deidara…mmhm," The man declared.
Fugaku held out his hand to shake. Deidara did not reach for his hand; instead, he stared at it with his striking blue right eye, his thin lips curling into a twisted, mocking smile.
"I don't shake hands. You mutts are very nice and polite and loving people…mmhm."
"What did he mean by 'mutts'?" Fugaku's heart whispered angrily. He gave a curious look at the young man, who was standing solidly in front of him. Deidara chuckled meaningfully to himself. A tuft of blonde hair that fully covered his left eye was shaking along with him as well. The room suddenly turned cold and grim, as Deidara started a proper conversation.
"My client wants his son back. His name is Sasuke," he said, his bored eyes examining his dark purple fingernails.
"Are you sure you're a lawyer? You young fellow don't look like a lawyer," Fugaku said, his straining eyes cast an odd look at Deidara's weird-looking fingernails. There was an air about Deidara, a sinister air which was proven by his gothic attire. His choice of attire was a long jacket with wild fleur-de-lis patterns. He had a long, blonde horse tail on top of his head, like how a woman would tie up her hair. But he was not a woman, and he was not any ordinary man. Fugaku could not seem to ignore how blue his right eye was; there was an eternal blue flame in that eye alone. He could not believe that that stranger was wearing any contact lenses; his blue eye seemed real.
Deidara looked away from his painted nails to Fugaku, saying between chuckles, "I am much more than you think I am. Hand over Sasuke to us or I'll show you who I truly am…mmhm."
Fugaku's heart was pumping with fear. Before he could grab his phone to call for security, Deidara pulled him by his neck, lifting his 'victim' up from the office chair. Sasuke's father gasped for air, his hands clutching at Deidara's strong hands on his throat. He was in the mid-air, his legs flailing helplessly for any support but to no avail. Deidara smirked with satisfaction, his eye brightened at the scared look on Fugaku's face.
"This is what you get for not listening to me…mmhm," he looked up at Fugaku in the frightened eyes, "Tell me! Where is Sasuke?"
"I won't tell…over my…dead body…" Fugaku said chokingly.
"You rather keep your son than value your life? You mutts sure are very nice and polite and loving people," Deidara tightened his grasp on Fugaku's suffocated neck. He was more than ready to finish him off, when he heard a tingling ring in his ear.
Deidara, I hate to interrupt you, but let me remind you once again: Don't go overboard.
"Master Sasori, didn't I tell you not to disturb me when I'm in the middle of something...mmhm?" Deidara said with bared teeth, prompting yet another ring to pierce his murderous thoughts.
How many times do I have to repeat myself? Don't-go-overboard.
Deidara gritted his teeth in contempt. He gave Fugaku a final malicious stare, before he dropped him onto the hard marble floor. The manager's body did not move or flinch. Smirking with pure cruelty and disdain, Deidara scoffed,
"That mutt fainted. Typical mutt….mmhmm!" He kicked Fugaku's head hard in the already bruised face, triggering silver red liquid to roll down the corner of his lips.
The third 'don't go overboard' from me.
Deidara bits his lips violently, as he heard the same sarcastic voice that seemed to have conquered his mind. He stared sadistically at the office door, as if yearning to pounce on it. "Bang!" he fired up, and the steel door exploded to flying dust and ashes. Screams of terror greeted the sooty air. Deidara's fiery eye brightened once more at this, making a few long steps towards the fleeing company workers- his delicious, mouth-watering 'preys'. His cup of contentment was over-flowing. He wore a crooked smile on his face, and his shadowed eye shifting to the person kneeling and shaking, but a few feet away.
Deidara was licking his lips. Suddenly, a red-haired man appeared out of nowhere, blocking his way. He said in a low, hushed voice, "Make another step further, and I'll end your life before you could say the word 'bang'."
"Bang!"
The second explosion erupted in a blink of an eye, burning the very spot where the red-haired man was standing. Deidara's eagle eye was burning like a hungry flame, searching high and low for any corpse in the spiraling black smoke. His blue right eye, no matter how hard he strained it, could not see a pair of beady black eyes that was watching his every movement silently.
"Aaak!" Deidara gasped, his shaky hands clutching at his vulnerable neck. He could feel a large hand strangling his neck, and he could not breathe. "How can a mere illusion be so painful?" his heart screamed in an excruciating pain, almost pleading for help. His legs weakened slowly but surely, as they bended on their knees.
The red-haired man frowned, as though he was disappointed with what he saw.
"Say 'bang' again, and I'll 'bang' you," he folded his empty arms on his chests, his dazzling black eyes focused intently on Deidara's neck.
Deidara stared at his partner in the eyes, trying not to betray a hint of misery, pain and desperation. A looming noise was growing louder and louder in the vicinity.
"Mas-ter…" He said, his throat burning intensely, "L-L-L Let-me-go."
The red-haired man snapped his fingers lazily, looking away from Deidara's twisted face. Deidara coughed, clutching at his neck as though it was the most precious thing to him in the world. The painful ordeal was over, and he was free to breathe now. Slowly, he lifted his blurred vision at his food – It's gone.
"Our job here is to kill Sasuke, and no one else," Sasori said emotionlessly, his back facing Deidara, who was still kneeling on the ground and ventilating. He added, "That is Phantom's order, not mine."
"Terrorists don't take orders from anyone…mmhmm," Deidara's bloodshot eye smirked at Sasori's behind, which was covered by a long maroon cape. Sasori was wearing a set of dark clothes, and a long katana was tucked neatly at his belt. His shirt had the same identical fleur-de-lis as the floral patterns on Deidara's long jacket.
"I don't care who you are, terrorist or not," Sasori said indifferently, "We only kill if it's necessary. For now, our target is solely 'Sasuke'."
Deidara tightened his knuckles, lifted himself up from the floor and held a jabbing stare at his 'partner'. When he had his eye fixed upon his accomplice, he noticed that his feet were shaking with the earth. Strong unnatural breezes whipped against his sunken cheeks, as though a stormy monsoon was coming their way.
"Master Sasori, is this a storm?" Deidara said cautiously.
"No, look at that," Sasori's blood-tainted cape was flapping freely, his finger pointing directly at the open office window.
Deidara narrowed his bright eye at the unfamiliar flying object. His honey blonde hair that covered half of his face flew messily, revealing an empty eye socket.
A large, threatening police helicopter was facing Deidara and Sasori through the window. The rotating blade on the huge vehicle pierced through the cold air, clearing clouds of dirty mist trapped in the small chamber. Assertive and distinct, the pilot in the ominous-looking chopper spoke through a loud speaker, "Attention! You are surrounded by us! Drop your weapons, please, and we promise not to hurt you!"
Deidara smirked disdainfully, feeling sardonic of the 'we promise not to hurt you' line. Nice and polite and loving mutts...mmhmm. His head keenly turned to Sasori for some assurance, to ensure that his partner would not interrupt him fulfilling his sweet desire again. Sasori gave an imperceptible nod, which meant…
"Bang!"
End of Chapter 3