Hahaha! Yet another chapter posted! I think I can get all of these posted before the bell rings ^.^ Alright, enjoy!
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"Looks like it's gonna rain..." said Hidan, and his voice was the first to break through Deidara's thoughts.
Deidara looked up at the sky. Rainclouds were hovering above, waiting. The funeral had ended several hours earlier but they had stayed behind, staring at the spot in the ground where Itachi now lay, eyes closed, unknowing. They had not spoken for hours.
"Unless we want to get caught in the rain, we should get going..." said Tobi solemnly, turning on the spot and beginning to walk away. It was not his usual voice, but bolder and he sounded different- he even walked differently. It was as if the whole incident had changed him overnight. He seemed somehow older- mature, even.
All of them turned to look at Tobi, who held up his hand as a farewell gesture. Silently, he got into his car and drove away, not looking back. It had been he, who, despite being (or so they thought) a brainless idiot, had planned both of the funerals. As it turned out, he, too, was an Uchiha and had inherited Uchiha Manor and the heart-stopping amount of money in their bank accounts. All of this had come as a surprise to them. They had also learned that, strangely enough, Itachi had been not included in the will of his parents. All of their possessions were to go to Sasuke and, in the event of his death, to Tobi. Had Itachi known this? Deidara wondered. If he had, would this have been enough to cause him to take his own life?
"Poor Tobi..." Konan mumbled. "He's not himself, is he?"
"Well...we're outta here..." Kisame said, waving to everybody. "Kakuzu, you need a ride?"
"Yeah," Kakuzu replied. He waved goodbye. "Bye..."
Deidara watched them as they got into Kisame's car and drove away.
"Deidara...you want a ride home?" Hidan offered, holding the door open for Konan, who got inside the car.
"Sure," Deidara heard himself say. He got into the car and looked out the window as raindrops began to fall, racing down the windows of Hidan's car. Hidan got into the car and, a few minutes later, the engine roared, the headlights flickered and came on. They drove off.
No one was talking and even when they got to Deidara's house, only a quiet, "Thanks," was said.
Deidara stepped inside, slamming the door behind him.
"Deidara-" Midori started, but Deidara took no notice of her and stormed up the stairs. He went into his room and slammed the door.
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Akane set down a cup of coffee in front of Deidara. He stared at it blankly before grabbing it and taking a large gulp. It seared his throat, but he did not care. Akane sat down on the opposite side of the table, facing Deidara.
He set the cup down and stared at the table.
"You ok?" she asked him, taking a sip from her own cup.
Deidara raised his eyes to meet hers, without taking the trouble to lift his head. His face, Akane noticed, was pale and his hair hung limply around his face. Dark shadows adorned his eyes. He blinked and chose not to reply. Not because he didn't want to, but because he just couldn't think of anything to say.
"'M fine..." Deidara mumbled, lowering his gaze to look at the table.
Akane guessed what he was thinking and smiled. "It wasn't your fault."
Deiara looked up to glare at her. "How do you know?"
He said softly, his voice cracking, a combination of not having spoken for days and the new wave of grief that washed over him at the mention of Itachi's suicide.
Akane stirred her coffee. She took out the spoon and sucked on it a while before speaking. "I just know it wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything to make him-"
Deidara slammed his coffee cup down on the table, sloshing hot coffee all over the table and his hand. "Shut the fuck up! You have no idea what you're about!" He screamed, suddenly on his feet.
He threw the cup against the wall, where it shattered into pieces. Deidara pushed his chair aside and left to his room, Akane watched him leave, shaking her head sadly.
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Many months had passed and the bitter feelings that had once haunted Deidara had begun to disappear. He looked around at his surroundings, shivering. He wished he had brought a sweater, the waiting room was cold. Midori had been taken in a few hours ago into the O.R. because of a few minor complications. It was now that Akane returned, holding two sandwiches wrapped in plastic wrap. Deidara guessed they were from the hospital's cafeteria.
"Here, you haven't eaten in three days," Akane said, handing Deidara a sandwich.
The blonde took it, suddenly hungry. The sandwich had disappeared within ten seconds- it was delicious.
"I'm going outside..." He mumbled, throwing the plastic wrap in a trash can as he passed it. He pushed open a door and stepped out into the bitter cold. It was snowing.
Clumsily, he lit a cigarette, his fingers already going numb from the cold. He sighed and looked around.
His thoughts strayed back to Itachi. He no longer felt sad when he approached the subject, just confused. He had not loved Itachi and had only viewed himas a friend. He had thought it through every day and every night since Itachi's suicide. No, it was not his fault Itachi had been to Uchiha Manor a few hours before his death probably to visit Sasuke. Deidara only knew this because Hidan had Itachi leaving the Manor, looking throubled. He had called out to him but both the rain and the wind had made sure to carry Hidan's voice away.
A rushing noise from inside made Deidara look inside through the glass doors. Nurses were swarming around, quickly entering the O.R. where Midori was in.
Deidara tossed his still-lit cigarette into the snow and ran inside as Akane stood up.
Quickly, he opened the doors of the O.R. and rushed inside.
"Excuse me, but you can't be in here..." said a man in blue scrubs. He made to steer Deidara from the room, but Deidara punched him in the face and hurried forward.
Everything seemed to slow down and Deidara stopped at the foor of the door. A nurse carried a screaming baby away and a slow beeping noise reached Deidara's ears. he turned and saw a nurse holding Midori's hand. Midori looked pale and clammy.
"Hey!" two nurses hurried forward and tried to force Deidara out.
So slow...
The beeping was growing slower, louder in Deidara's ears. Deidara tried to get away from the nurses.
He was not quick enough. Why was everything so slow?
A nurse gasped. The surgeon stopped and pulled down his face mask, staring at Midori in horror as the whole word held their breath as one.
And Deidara heard himself scream. It was a scream of agony that no physical injury could cause.
The beeping stopped and became a long, drawn out and never-ending beep. Deidara looked on, horrified, as Midori's hand slipped from the nurse's grasp and fell hanging over the side of the bed, limp and useless, swinging slowly back and forth.
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NOOOOOOO!!! My brother is really mad at me because of this chapter. And my best friend, Marcial (aka Ristuka)...well his exact words were something like: "You fucking bitch!" R&R please?? Thanks ^.^