Chapter 4 – Red Morning
Deidara laid still. He felt relaxed and comforted as he exited his sleep. He didn't dare to open his eyes, however, so he just yawned. There was definitely something wrong with this state he was in, but he couldn't remember much that had led up to his being put here. Just a voice. That's all that he could remember. A sweet, kind, loving voice. He hadn't heard one of those in a long time.
For the longest time, it had only been Black-eyes and Green-eyes.
And, now, Brown-eyes.
He couldn't seem to figure that one out. Brown-eyes… He was somehow related to Sasori, but Brown-eyes was different. He wasn't mean or temperamental like Sasori. He was caring, and softer.
Brown-eyes was his savior.
His last few dreams had Black-eyes and Green-eyes in them, but Brown-eyes would always show up, scare them away, and save him. He should have been ashamed to have to be saved, but with Brown-eyes it was different. Brown-eyes reminded him of before the village had discovered his 'problem', and before he was labeled a freak.
"Tsuchikage-sama wishes to speak with you."
"R-really, yeah?!"
No. He shouldn't be thinking of that. How naïve and stupid he was to believe it was for something good. How dumb and foolish he had been back then. He believed anything. He had even believed that the other Iwa-nins had cared about him.
How oblivious he was as a child.
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Sasori rolled his eyes. This kunoichi was annoying him in the highest degree.
"Do you see what you could have done to him?!"
"The brat deserved it."
"For fighting you?"
"No. For nearly destroying my best puppet."
"You, Sasori, are a sad fool. Pein-san will hear about this. You directly disobeyed his orders and directly tried to murder Deidara."
Sasori "tch"-ed.
"You are making a huge deal out of nothing, Konan-sama. The brat is alive, is he not?"
"It isn't what state he is in that worries me. I'm concerned about your intent to kill him, despite what your Leader ordered of you."
Konan's amber eyes were strict, unlike their usual caring glow.
Sasori matched her gaze with his "I don't give a crap" stare.
Soon, she looked away. "I've had enough of you and the others. You aren't human anymore, all of you."
She stood up, not bothering to look back at Sasori. "I'm checking in on Deidara-san. If another incident like this happens again, So-help-me-God, I will murder you." Her tone held that of a mother who was protecting her child.
Sasori only smirked.
Of course I'm not human. Humans are all weak, Konan-sama. Just like you with your petty emotions.
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Deidara rolled over in his bed, still undecided to open his eyes or not. To be blunt, he was afraid of what he would find.
Was he mangled?
Was he bloody?
Did he look like the remnants of one of his masterpieces?
What did Sasori do to him?
All of these thoughts were rushing through his head, making his head ache with the uncertainty of it all.
He heard footsteps, interrupting his questions. Soon after he heard them, there was a light, but firm, weight on his shoulder.
"Deidara-san. Are you conscious?"
He nodded weakly, not wishing to directly give away just how alert he was.
The hand on his shoulder lifted away, and soon the weight was under him.
I'm being lifted, yeah!
His eyes immediately flew open.
"Hey, un! Who are you and what do you think you're doing?!"
He heard a small chuckle. It was soft, and most definitely female.
"Shh, sweetie. You're ok. My name is Konan, and I'm here to help you."
He looked up at her, and took in her appearance.
All in all, she was stunning.
She had a petite build, only about a foot taller than himself. She was slender, but not at all bony. The rest of her build was hidden by one of the familiar Akatsuki cloaks. Her face was rounded, with a narrow chin. Her eyes were a warm, beautiful amber color. Her hair extended to her shoulders, and was a contrast to her eyes, as it was a blue hue.
"Why are you helping me, un? You're evidently on Sasori's side, yeah." He motioned to her cloak. "You should've let him kill me off, un."
Konan shook her head, furrowing her brows as he facial features changed from warm and caring to defendant and upset.
"Not all of us are like that. Not all of us are here to kill and hurt others. But those of us who are here, have…. Reasons. Sasori is no exception. None of us are here for the fun of killing, we all have our goals and motivations."
"You're defending him, yeah."
"He needs to be defended. You don't know him, Deidara-san."
"And I don't want to, yeah. He reminds me of them, yeah."
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Konan didn't bother him by asking him to elaborate, she understood fully what he meant. All Missing-nins had something against their home village, and this kid was no exception. He'd obviously been put through crap.
And she understood.
In fact, all of the Akatsuki did.
They just didn't say it out loud. It was a weakness.
But they all shared it.
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Deidara huffed at Konan's silence.
"If you're curious, ask. If you're angry, hit me. Do anything, say anything, just don't be silent." The last part came out as somewhat of a plee.
"I hate silence." Deidara's face had changed once more. "Even if it's only cursing and making fun of me, it's better than silence, yeah."
Konan kept quiet, however, and waited for him to go on. She was busy trying to figure him out.
When Deidara spoke again, his voice was barely a whisper and it was a little cracked.
"Because it sounds like death. And not the good, artistic kind. The kind of death that takes away something, un. The kind that makes your Dad hit you, u-" He cut himself off, looking away from Konan on purpose, ashamed that his rambling had spilled so much.
Konan's eyes widened slightly at that.
Abuse.
So that's his reason.
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Gah, I am SO late on updating.
T_T
But I had Latin, Bliolgy, Math, AND History projects. If I fail, I get my computer taken away, so…
Better late then never…? :3
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