Wow. That was a short chapter last time ^ ^;; And I'm gonna answer all of your questions:
Long-as-fuck-question from Come Back To Me
A: The whole ItaDei thing WAS just a one-night stand. Yes. He still IS hurting from Sasori but it all happened so fast and now Deidara is furious at himself for sleeping with Itachi. No, he was not eager to hop into bed with some guy. I was NOT trying to look for a reason to get those two in bed. I'm not too fond of the pairing but it seemed like a nice twist and everybody (but you) seemed to be like ''WTF I wasn't expecting that!" and they were pretty good about it. I never post up a chapter that hasn't been approved by my friends and brother. And as my English teacher said, "A writer NEVER puts anything out that isn't gonna have something to do with the story later on." (I appreciate the criticism, though =])
A doubt from totalnarutofangirl85
A: Well, the answer to that is in the 'prequel' to Akatsuki High-- Sweet Childhood Memories (Which I will post once Akatsuki High finishes)
Question from CHiCHi Rox
A: No, they are not gonna end up together. As I said: One-night stand.
AND JUST TO MAKE THINGS CLEAR: ITACHI DID NOT USE A 'RAPE DRUG' (WTF) ON DEIDARA!!
Matsuo Takumi, I appreciate your enthusiasm for my fic!!! This chapter is for you :D
Well, on with the chapter!! Enjoy!
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Matsuda Akane's POV
I was working late today, sweeping outside my mother's shop. I looked up just in time to see a car pull up.
I resumed my sweeping as two women came out of the car. One blond and one with long black hair. The blonde looked familiar. She had long, blond hair and bangs that covered her right eye, her exposed eye was a bright blue color. She wore tight black jeans and a black-and-gray shirt. She looked quite grumpy.
The other woman wore a blue dress with matching slippers, her large brown eyes suggested she was very sweet. She was much shorter than the blonde.
But as I stared at the blonde, I began to wonder. Was it really a 'she'?
"I'll go inside, you stay here..." said the shorter of the two.
"M'kay," said the blonde.
And I knew.
"She" was actually a "He".
The woman in blue walked into the store, leaving the blonde guy behind. He got a cigarette from his pocket and looked in his pockets for a lighter. I kept sweeping, thinking- knowing that I had seen this guy before.
A strong breeze blew leaves everywhere. The guy had finally found his lighter and had lit his cigarette. He stuffed it back in his pocket and sighed as the wind blew the hair out of his eye. I could see his face clearly and suddenly I remembered a little blonde boy, no more than five, crying and looking at me with bright azure eyes.
"D-Deidara?"
The name was out of my mouth before I could realize what I was saying and I was startled to hear the name escape my lips.
The blonde jumped up and looked around, his still-lit cigarette in his fingers, smoke trailing from it. He looked around and his eyes finally settled on me. He fixed his bangs slowly, staring at me as though he did not trust me.
"So...so you are Deidara?" I asked.
"Who the fuck are you?" he said, and I could tell he wasn't fond of strangers. Knowing him since he was a kid, I could hardly blame him.
I rested the broom on the wall of the shop. "C'mon you know who I am," I said. When he looked puzzled, I added,"Blondie..."
Deidara stared at me a while. His expression softened somewhat. "Akane?"
I smiled. "The very same..."
He walked over to me. "You still work here?" he asked, surprised.
"Ever since I was seven..." I answered.
We talked for a while about everything that had happened since he had stopped coming to the old shop. It turned out that his father had prohibited Deidara from coming any longer. He told me that the woman that he was with was not his girlfriend as I had believed and was called Midori. She was the now ex-girlfriend of his deceased father.
A minute or two later, Midori came out of the shop with two heavy-looking grocery bags in her arms. Deidara took them and set to putting them in the trunk of the car.
"Hello," I said, bowing politely at Midori.
We began to talk and it was when Deidara came back that a thought struck Midori.
"Hey! Why don't you come and eat dinner today?" said Midori. "Or...or is this a bad time?"
I smiled widely. "Of course not. You don't mind if I change from my work clothes, though?"
"Go ahead, we'll wait," said Midori, running into the shop.
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They were sitting around the table, finishing the last of their ice cream.
"...and so I havent't been able to move out," Akane was saying, licking her spoon.
Midori put her spoon down and smiled. "But you're only a few years older than Deidara! We have an extra room, it used to belong to my-"
She stopped and Deidara looked at her from the top of his bowl. He knew what was wrong, she had been about to mention her dead son, Haru, who she was still not entirely over. Midori, however, smiled again and continued to speak:
"-well it's a nice room for you, I think."
"Really?! When can I move in?" Akane asked excitedly. She ate another bite of ice cream and watched Midori.
"Today, if you want..." Midori replied.
"But...what about Deidara...? I mean we have to ask-"
"Aw, c'mon! I lived at your house half of my childhood...it's time I returned the favor!" Deidara said, putting down his bowl with a dull thunk.
Akane beamed. "Arigato!!"
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Akane's POV
The next day I was awake at 6:20 a.m. as usual. Midori had already left for work and I was busy in the kitchen, making some coffee.
It was Saturday and the shop would be closed, I wouldn't be working.
I sat down to drink my coffee and it was finally at 9:40 a.m. that Deidara chose to wake up. He came into the kitchen, looking half asleep and gulped down three cups of coffee in less than five minutes. We didn't talk much and, after a few minutes, Deidara had left upstairs to his room.
The rest of the day, I stayed in the living room watching TV. I had already called my mom. She was fine. As I looked out the window, I noticed it had begun to snow. I sat up. Snow....With the word, the sudden image of a small red headed boy with big brown eyes flashed into my mind.
Sasori.
Sasori's birthday. It was coming up. Was Deidara still friends with him? I thought about asking himand was about to get up when I smelled him coming into the kitchen: the strong scent of tobacco.
"Deidara," I called, turning off the TV. The image flickered and died.
He came into the living room, eating a purple popsicle. "Hm?" He mumbled, chewing the popsicle.
"Sit down, I need to ask you something..."
He sat.
"Are you still friends with Sasori?" I asked.
Deidara's face paled. He did not look me in the eyes as he replied: "Sasori's dead..."
I felt the popcorn fall from my hand and back to the bowl. "D-Dead? But-"
"He was driving drunk," Deidara cut in, looking at me.
"I'm...I'm sorry..." I said, at a total loss for words.
Deidara took another bite and said nothing.
"He wasn't dating anyone?" I asked, afraid he had sent some poor girl into a spiraling depression.
"Me," Deidara replied, licking the stick of his popsicle.
I couldn't believe it. So Deidara had been Sasori's boyfriend? The first time I had met Sasori, he and Deidara had hated each other. They had become friends a few years after they had met. I imagined them together and could not imagine a cuter couple. It was now that I looked up at Deidara and saw tears forming in his eyes.
I held my arms open for him. "It's ok, Deidara..."
He hugged me and I hugged him back tightly. His tears wet my shoulder and I remembered holding him the very same way many years ago. Then his head had barely reached my shoulders and his eyes had been bright from the high hopes of any little boy like him instead of lined with the unmistakeable signs of exhaustion and crying as they were now. I looked into his eyes and saw, with a sinking feeling, that they had long since lost their shine and I could see that he was holding on to life by a tiny thread that might break at any moment.
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And that is that chapter!! How'd you like it?? ^_^ R&R Por favor?? Thanks :)