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Deidara looked back at Tsunade and swallowed. "Well...um..."
Tsunade raised an eyebrow.
Deidara sighed. "No..."
Tsunade pulled out a scrap of paper and a pen. She pushed it towards Deidara. "Very well then," she said, knowing fully well Deidara had wanted badly to tell her something of great importance. "Just write the number here..."
Relieved, Deidara took the pen and paper.
xxxxx
Much later...
Riiiiiiing!!
Deidara woke up, startled by the bell. He wiped some drool off of his mouth and gathered his things. He was one of the first to get out of the classroom and run down the hall.
He had swiped some money off of someone's desk and he now needed to find Kakuzu as quick as possible.
And he found him, slamming his locker door against Tobi's head repeatedly for reasons best known to himself. Tobi, though, didn't utter a single sound. It was like he didn't even feel the blows to his head.
"Kakuzu!"
Kakuzu stopped and turned around. He smiled and held out his hand. "Heh...how much money do you have?"
Deidara quickly shoved the money in Kakuzu's hand and recieved his pills in return. "Arigato, hm!!" he yelled, running out of the crowded hallway. He could hear the slam's of Kakuzu's locker door resume.
That, though, was probably the only good thing that happened the whole day.
Later in Science, Deidara was yelled at for fighting with his lab partner who was, unfortunately, Pein. They were both kicked out of the classroom and into the hall, where they continued to argue in whispers.
Deidara was itching for the day to end, and when the last bell finally rang, he was out the door in a flash. Not that he was eager to get home, though.
He wasn't even going home. He just really hated school.
An hour later, he found himself wandering a familiar neighborhood, though not his own.
It was Sasori's.
Tears stung Deidara's eyes. He blinked them away angrily and looked around. His heart almost stopped, he was infront of Sasori's house.
Before any other thought entered his head, though, the door opened and an old, gray-haired woman stepped out. "Deidara..." she said. "Please come in..."
Puzzled, Deidara followed her inside.
She closed the door and then turned to face him. "Why didn't you go?"
Deidara raised an eyebrow. "Go...where, hm?"
"To his funeral, you weren't there," Chiyo said. Deidara knew that by 'his' she meant Sasori.
Panic flooded Deidara. He looked at her in disbelief. "What...what do you mean? His funeral already happened?"
"Like I said, you weren't there."
Deidara looked at her angrily. "How was I supposed to know? You never told me! Nobody bothered to tell me, how the hell was I supposed to know, hm!"
The old woman frowned. "I sent you a letter. Don't tell me you didn't get it."
"Bu-but I never...I didn't get it!" Deidara stammered. It was true, of all the letters that had arrived not one had been addressed to him.
Chiyo sighed and then walked up the stairs. Deidara followed her, feeling hopelessly confused. He followed her into Sasori's messy room. Deidara's heart sank horribly. Why had she led him here?
"It's yours," she said. "All of it..."
"What, hm?"
"I don't want them...I can't have them, take his things..." Chiyo said sadly.
"But...wh-"
"Just take them!"
Deidara was speechless. He looked over at her and saw that she had taken an envelope out of her pocket. She handed it to him. "What's this?" Deidara asked, flipping it over. It said 'Deidara' on the front and nothing else.
"Sasori asked me to give you this in case anything ever happened to him..." she said sadly. "He was acting very strangely a few weeks before he died..."
Deidara swallowed, there was a lump in his throat that he couldn't get rid off. He opened the letter:
Dear Deidara,
If you're reading this, I'm dead.
I'm sorry. I owe you an explanation. A BIG explanation for what's been going on.
I wasn't around with you for a couple of weeks. I said my grandmother was sick. I lied. The truth is I can't take it anymore, I'm under so much pressure. I can't stop drinking. I had to hide it from you, you have enough to deal with.
Your dad, Nagato, he threatened me. He said he'd kill you if I didn't work for him. I couldn't say no. But, it's just too much. Deidara, your dad is a drug dealer. It's my job to collect money for him. But I can't keep this up any longer, I'm not doing such a great job and he's threatened to kill you more than once.
I'm trying really hard. I think Grandma Chiyo is noticing, and I had to tell someone but it couldn't be you. I trust you completely but, like I said, you have enough to deal with.
So, I told Konan. She wanted to tell you, but I forced her to keep quiet. She agreed.
She's the only one that knows what's been going on.
I've been getting into too much trouble with your dad's clients. I owe a lot of money and I don't even know how or when it happened. If I keep this up...I don't know what's gonna happen.
I'm sorry Deidara, if it was suicide or an accident I'm still dead. And I want you to know I really am sorry for all the pain this must've caused you. I hope you're not angry at me.
I Love you,
Sasori
Deidara stared at the letter.
It wasn't true...It couldn't be true!!
Deidara stuffed the letter in his pocket and ran out of the room. "Hey where are you going?!" Chiyo yelled after him, Deidara didn't stop and ran out of the house and down the street.
He needed to get home was fast as he could.
When he finally did get home, he was so out of breath that he had to stop at the door, panting. Deidara finally regained his breath and ran inside.
Nagato was busy infront of the TV, drinking beer.
Deidara ran up to Nagato and stood infront of him. He tried to stop panting long enough to ask him about the letter. "D-did I ever...ever get a letter...from S-Sasori's grandmother?" he said, breathing heavily.
"Yeah," Nagato said indifferently, finishing his beer and changing the channel on the TV. "Now get out of the way, I'm watching TV, can't you see?"
Deidara coughed and tried to clear his throat. "W-where is it? When did it come?"
Nagato sighed irritably. "I don't know! A week ago maybe...Like I'd give you a letter. Even if it was addressed to you."
"But...but it was important! What were you thinking?!" Deidara roared, anger bubbling in the pit of his stomach.
"I was thinking 'who cares?' so I just ripped it up and threw it away," Nagato said, raising the volume so he wouldn't have to hear Deidara any longer.
Deidara finally snapped.
He flung himself on Nagato and began to hit every inch he could reach. "Get off of me!"
"THAT-WAS-MY-LETTER!!" Deidara screamed histerically. He raised his fist and sunk it into Nagato's stomach, suffocating him.
Meanwhile- Midori's POV
"Bye, Ayumi!" I said to my frienf from the office. I walked through the glass doors of the company I worked for and into the parking lot.
I immediately found my car and opened the door. I put my coffee cup in the cup holder and my coat in the passenger seat. I went inside and closed the door.
'I'll stop by my house first, the house needs to be cleaned a little...' I thought, as I started the car.
A few minutes later, I had parked infront of my house. I got out of the car, leaving my coffee and coat in the car since I was going to go back inside.
Once inside, I closed the door and went up to the second floor, which was messier.
Deidara's room door was open. The mess within was completely visible. I sighed and went inside to clean his room, knowing he wouldn't do it himself.
I went around, picking up a lot of clothes from the floor. I threw them in the hamper and then proceeded to make his bed. I pulled his blankets off the bed, causing an ashtray to come crashing to the floor, its contents strewn all over the carpet. With a sigh, I continued to make the bed and then went to get the vaccuum cleaner from out of his closet.
It was stuck on something heavy though. Bewildered, I pulled and fell backwards, the vaccuum in my hands. Something had toppled out of the closet along with the vaccuum. It was a suitcase. An open suitcase, a whole bunch of things had poured out of it and onto the floor.
It was mostly papers. I crawled forward and picked up a handfull of papers.
I realized it was a bunch of old photos. Setting aside the vaccuum, I sat down and started to flip through the photos. The first one was a faded picture of a blonde, blue-eyed woman holding a baby. The baby was also blond and had its eyes were the same shade of blue. There was something familiar in the baby's face, like someone I had seen before. I set the photo aside and looked at the next one. It was a little boy, about three years old. He had short, blond, spiky hair and azure eyes not unlike Deidara's. He was looking up at the camera with a sort of bright interest and innocence all small children have. His face looked very familiar. I stared directly into his eyes. No way...it was Deidara!
I smiled and looked at the next photo. This one was of Deidara and the same blonde woman from the first photo. They looked so much alike I had to suppose it was his mother. They both looked happy but, if you looked closely, the woman appeared to be a little sad. Deidara looked a bit older in this photo.
I kept flipping through the photos. Most of them were baby pictures of Deidara. None of them, however, showed Deidara any older than about four. Puzzled, I took out the remaining pictures and looked through them. None of them showed the present version of Deidara. The farthest they went was four years old. How odd.
Next, I came across baby clothes. Deidara must have been a tiny baby. I could've used his baby clothes for a ceramic doll.
There was also another pair of clothes. They were more fit for a four-year-old. But...they were bloodstained. The blood had long since turned a dark brown color and the clothes had faded a little. What the hell? Why was there blood on a child's clothes?
I sensed something was wrong. Very, very wrong.
There was a headless teddy bear. Bewildered, I looked around for its head but couldn't find it. I was beginning to freak out, but I kept looking.
Something caught my eye. It was a paper. I snatched it up and saw that it was a report. According to it, Nagato had been accused by Deidara of child abuse. Deidara had been six years old at the time. The charges had been dropped, however, Deidara had said he was just angry at Nagato. The case had been closed. I frowned at the paper. No way...
At the bottom of the suitcase there was an old newspaper clipping. I grabbed it and saw Deidara's mother on it. The headline said: 'Local Woman Murdered- No Leads' I read through it and saw that she had been shot and her body had been dumped in a ditch and discovered a week later. It said Nagato had never reported her as missing because he thought she was at a business meeting and was quite shocked to find out she was dead.
Nagato owned a gun, I knew he did.
And he had been accused of child abuse by Deidara. Deidara had told me but I never believed him.
I looked down at the newspaper article and a sense of panic filled me. It was true...all of it. Deidara had never lied. And I never believed him. All those bruises, those cuts. It had been Nagato all along. I had believed him, I had believed a murderer...
I jumped up, grabbed my keys, and ran out of the house. I had to get to Nagato's house, I never saw Deidara come to my house afterschool so he must be there.
Who knew what Nagato must be doing to him...
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Dun! Dun! Dun!! Midori has finally realized what's going on! What will happen to Deidara? Will Midori get there on time, or will Nagato get away again? These questions and more shall be answered in the next chapter of Akatsuki High!!