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Chapter 8

Undisclosed Desires.

Tobi's finger made quick work of my boots, tossing them carelessly over to the grass, followed soon by my skirt. His gloved hands lingered on my waist as he softly made his way up to my top. Heat rose to my cheeks when his hands tugged roughly on the hem of the midriff shirt—and with a simple jerk, it ripped down the side, falling in a heap by my bare feet. His hands made useless patterns over my half-naked body—from tracing the outlines of my tattoo of a cherry blossom stem—going from my knee to under my left breast—to fingering the sensitive area around the piercings on the dimples in my back and my hips.

He tugged at the barely there string of my panties, but did little else. He seemed hesitant…as if…I would reject him if he went any farther. In all actuality, I wasn't really sure if I would or not. The experience was…somewhat new—keeping that bit of past locked firmly away—so it was only natural for me to shy away a bit. But then there was the issue with that fucking voice. Was he right? If I let Tobi-kun take advantage of me would I be a whore?

But of course, lil' slut.

Sleeping with anyone—let alone this lying little cheat—out of wed-lock would make you so.

Common sense girl.

He had a point… we weren't even dating, which would have made the situation less trying on the sanctity of my innocence. I wouldn't have even thought twice if Tobi and I were…hmm…partners—for I couldn't ever fully bring myself to call either of us boyfriend or girlfriend—because he seemed like a pretty loyal guy. One that I could trust wouldn't fuck me and leave me to wallow in myself pity—leave me to cry and bleed alone whilst he ran about going after all the other whores in the world. He wouldn't do that. In fact, I was pretty sure the carefree man was a virgin… he sure as hell didn't appear to have ever even been presented with the option of getting laid—for the simple fact that most women might have found him just to be adourable and nothing more, a bit creepy—considering the mask thing—or just plain obnoxious. But his hands were so skilled. Every time his fingers found the skin of my waist it felt like millions of butterflies were spreading their wings in my stomach—ready to take flight. His touches loosened all my muscles, rather than tense them, as opposed to when everyone else even gently poked me. Those facts alone made me doubt that he didn't have at least a teensy bit of experience…

Drawing my attention away from my thoughts, the rogue shinobi put my hands on the zipper of his cloak, signaling he wanted me to rid him of it. It would make sense—the heavy fabric would only cause to be even more of a burden when wet, so taking it off was logical. Hmm…Tobi with logical thinking didn't seem to fit right… "Tsuki-chan, take it off." His impatience was evident. His voice was deep again. Low, but still demanding. A certain heat filled up my stomach, a tingling sensation started to rise up between my thighs.

An oldish-new feeling. I had felt excited before…but it was an excitement brought on by natural instinct—masked by a fear of the entirety of it all. I had never felt so…positively—for lack of a better word—about it. I had never wanted to be touched…to be satisfied in an erotic dance made from the privacy of the softest beds, to the hard, indiscreet alleyway walls.

Nonetheless, I was terrified. Not of the act that I was certain would come—but of the thoughts my masked friend was having. What did he really think of me exposed in my half-naked glory? Was I just a pretty little whore to him? Was I disgustingly ugly—repulsing him in every way shape and form? Or was I beautiful? It was hard to tell what with his mask and all.

Growing impatient with my reluctance—and my apparent zoning—Tobi took my hand in his own and quickly yanked down the zipper of his cloak. What was underneath, really didn't surprise me. Despite his blithe attitude—Tobi had always come off as conservative, so his black turtle neck shirt and plain standard ninja pants were no shock. However—he had on strange armour. Two pieces, that came to a point at the end hung loosely from his hips, the rest seemed pretty typical. Chest protector, shoulder guards, wrist guards, you know, the works. The way it was designed—like they had simply skinned a dragon or something of the like—was what made it so strange to me. My fingers gently touched the smooth metal, surprised by the shockingly gentle feel of it.

Tobi pulled at the armour effortlessly, taking the chest and shoulder guards off first, then the remainder of it—all with the ease that one would expect a shinobi would have. He let each piece fall carelessly to the ground, before he stepped quickly away from me to remove both his turtle neck shirt, and his cropped pants—of course his ninja sandals came along with this. I watched in awe as each inch of his skin was revealed. It appeared surprisingly smooth—despite all of the scars that made themselves present. Apparently Tobi had seen his fair share of fights, but it didn't matter to me. I found them attractive in their own way.

Tch. So it's really come down to this.

You're really going to give into him?

You're really gunna be even more of a slut?

That's a shame.

Pain contoured my features, and my fingers started scraping furiously at the skin on my bare stomach. Why wouldn't it just go away? Why did it have to ruin the moment? I felt that familiar stinging sensation that followed when my nails broke through my skin begin to burn in my sides, but it subsided just as quickly when Tobi-kun pressed the cool "forehead" of his mask against mine. His black eye stared at me through the hole, my breath caught in my throat, and Tobi pried my fingers from their spot on my torso. "Stop it, Tsuki-chan. Hurting yourself won't make anything better. But I know what will."

Soft fingertips pressed against my sides, gently guiding me backwards towards the river that had waited patiently for us to enter. My feet clumsily found the edge of the river bank, causing me to stumble a bit, but Tobi wasn't about to let me fall into the water—on my own anyway. His grip on my upper waist grew tighter as he scooped me up into his arms like the child I really was. His muscles in his chest flexed as he pulled me against it, before taking the first cold step into the waterway. I could feel him tensing beneath me from the coolness, but I didn't really think much of it. If he could tolerate it, then I could.

Close yours eyes.

Breathe.

Why do I feel this way?

My eyes fluttered closed when the very tips of my toes hit the surface of the water. I had underestimated the temperature—that shit was maaaddd cold. My body reacted immediately when Tobi's finger slipped from under my thighs, allowing me to stand about mid torso deep in freezing cold water. A sharp breath. A screech. I could hear Tobi laughing at me as I tried to scramble for the edge of the water.

"Tsuki-chan, we have to clean you first!" He pulled me flush against his body—dripping with little drops of water—and nuzzled his head against the crook of my neck. "I'll keep you warm until we're done, don't worry." I couldn't stop blushing from embarrassment.

It was bad enough that he was holding me so tenderly…then he had to laugh at me…Tears almost fell from my eyes. God I was so weak. I was honestly going to cry at something so trivial? It made me sick. Of course I would just start tearing up. Ugh. Typical little weakling.

But Tobi stopped laughing. In fact, he stopped moving completely. After what seemed like a good ten fifteen minutes of my fretting that he had possibly turned to stone, his gentle fingers worked their way up delicate skin—oh so sensitive to their barely there caresses—until they began to massage my shoulder blades in slow, circular motions. "Tsuki…Keep your back to me, understand?" He whispered it just against my ear, the wood of his mask brushing roughly against my earlobe. "Don't turn until I say so."

Of course I obeyed. I didn't want tobi getting upset with me…no I definitely didn't want that. Tobi was special…something that I couldn't bear dealing with if he had gotten angry with me…The faint sound of something hitting the grass graced my ears, and no sooner had I heard the sound had soft gentle lips found my ear lobe, nibbling and suckling ever so gently. "Tsuki-chan…"My name was no more than a growl coming from deep in the back of his throat. His fingers pressed so roughly into my sides, I thought he might break through the skin. But it didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore.

The cold water. The heat that was welling up deep inside of me. The embarrassment that I was sure to have later. The anxiety. The voices. Nothing seemed to even have any registry in my brain. I could only focus on the close proximity of his body and the wonders he was doing to it. My eyes shut tightly as each breath I took became more shallow—the carnal need that was buzzing in the back of my mind slowly pushing forward and rearing its head. I groaned in anguish. I wasn't used to such feelings. It was driving me insane.

Tobi's hands pulled me closer—after I had let out the primal sound—and one reached up lazily to fondle at the strap of my bra. Sharp teeth nipped more vigourously at exposed flesh—bodies rubbed up against each-other, begging for a relief of the heat that wouldn't leave. Eyes shut even tighter than what they were before—breaths came out in short gasps. Incoherent words were whispered, slipping off the tips of tongues that were too tied to even register what was being said. Gentle lips found their way along my shoulder, up the side of my neck, to that one specific spot that I hadn't known would send me reeling into bliss only moments later. With a non-too-delicate bite, Tobi sunk his teeth into the junction between my neck and collar, drawing blood from the mark, along with an erotic cry from my lips. He didn't hide his moan of sheer pleasure, nor his arousal that pressed greedily against my back.

"That sound was beautiful Tsuki-chan…just like the rest of you…and you taste so damn good." His body shivered with the thoughts.

I wanted to agree. I wanted more from this. But I was so scared. Where would this turn out? What was going to happen if we actually went through with this? Fear flashed in my eyes if only for a second before Tobi's fingers were pushing down the straps of my bra, his tongue followed every movement. His attraction was only due to a lust deep within him, I had convinced myself of that—even though I knew it was just a fallacy made to keep my mind racing with anxiety and every-other possible bad thing that could go through my mind.

Please…Don't push me away…

I felt a burning sensation in my chest. That familiar feeling I got when I was slowly breaking. When I was so close to going insane. Terrified of what I would do, a gentle whimper left my lips, and Tobi stopped caressing my bare breasts. Funny…I hadn't noticed it…I would have thought I would have felt it but…nothing…

"Is something wrong, Tsu-Tsu? Did I do something you didn't like?" Such a sultry tone…it sent shivers up and down my spine…sent heat into places I didn't know could feel like that. I took in a shallow, shaky breath, trying to calm myself.

Colours that didn't belong in a forest in the dark dotted my eyesight. Pinks…yellows…electric blues…oranges. They all darted back and forth—teasing me into trying to see straight—teasing me into attempting to regain my senses. The burning in my chest got worse. I held my breath to try to get it to stop, but it wouldn't go away. Another strangled sound left my pale purple lips as Tobi's grip on my body got tighter. His hands nearly clawed into my shoulders as he whispered questions into my ear. I could barely hear them regardless of how close he was to me.

"Tsuki? What's wrong?" Hyperventilation…temporary loss of hearing…of seeing…dizziness…migraine…God fuck me sideways to Saturday I was having a fucking panic attack.

You would ruin the moment with such a ridiculous excuse for a medical problem.

Tch…panic attacks? Since when was that a horrid disease?

Honestly, stupid fucking girl, man up and deal with the pain!

Either that or just die already.

Tears started pouring from my eyes, little rivulets of salty water escaping the tightly closed crevices of my eyelids. My cheeks became stained where they left their trail, and some of it dripped lazily into my half open mouth. I tried to form words to alert Tobi, but he had already pulled me quickly from the clutches of the river and had laid me gently against the none to warm grass. "Tsuki, tell me what's wrong!" What happened to third person Tobi?...I liked him…He didn't demand from me in a shouting voice…

Aggh…that yelling hurt…

More pain shot through my body as I gasped for air that wasn't there. My skin started to pale and gain a purple-ish shade to it. Sharp shallow breaths only made it worse. The worried shouts from Tobi weren't helping either. My mind was too much of a jumbled mess to think clearly, to be able to calmly find a solution to my predicament.

What's happening?

Why won't this pain go away?

Why won't you just leave me alone…

Everything suddenly went black. There was no more pain, there was no more shouting—just stark blackness, surrounding me in every crevice of my mind…It was odd—as if I was watching myself from someone else's eyes. Watching as my body turned back and forth—my head whipping back and forth trying to find some sort of exit. I was being alone…let alone in the dark…

"You're so very stupid." That same voice…it echoed mercilessly off invisible walls in my mind…

Laughing at me…

I glanced around more fervently, trying to find a source, but my attempts were futile.

I tried to run away…run faster and faster, but it appeared as if I was going nowhere—as if I was simply running in circles.

"If you keep doing that, all you're going to accomplish is tiring yourself out." The voice was right next to my ear. Purring it's insults gently against my cold skin. As I whipped my head around I caught the glimmer of a silvery substance…I couldn't tell what it was at first until I had turned completely around.

"W-what-t…" Sitting before me in a chair made of what appeared to be glass was some sort of…demon I suppose? Or maybe that's what Id monsters looked like up close? A single horn protruded out of the left side of a flowing fluorescent red mane atop its head, pointed ears pierced three times on both sides perked up from under the mass of tresses as well. A sinister grin took its home on a slender face, with perfectly chiseled features. Pale, pale skin stood out against the flowing black robes that it wore, and I could see how skinny it was from the arm that was exposed from the billowing sleeve—as it had fallen around his elbow when he rested his chin unto his hand. Its legs were crossed at the knees, but I couldn't really see if it had real legs, hooves, or what. In all honesty, it was not what I expected.

"You should take a picture," it purred softly, "it will last much longer. I promise, bitch."

I shut my eyes willing the images before me to disappear but they wouldn't. Every time my eyes closed the voice only got stronger…only got more visible. A whimper left my lips at the same time a sigh of annoyance left his.

"Must I repeat this every. Single. Time I speak with you? Stupid whore, you cannot remove me from your sight. I will always be there." It chuckled to itself, as if it was sharing an inside joke with itself.

"W-why…" Slender fingers went up to bright lips to silence me and I shut up immediately.

"Why don't you take a seat, girl. I'll explain everything, but I'll make sure to do it slowly so you understand." Another smirk.

Falling onto a rough surface.

Tears.

"Stop that useless leakage from your eyes, before I smack you bitch." It's malicious hiss startled me. "For starters, my name is Shiva. I am your conscious. Your entirety. Your body. Your thoughts. Everything you do, I do. Everything I do, you do. It's simple as that. And for the record, I am not an Id. Those mindless fools don't have the power that I have over you. And they can't become corporeal like I can. If I wanted to, I could phase myself from your mind and show everyone why you suffer the way you do. However, I'd much rather torture you in here," he pointed to his head, "and make people think you're crazy."

That laugh… that malicious laugh…

It drove me insane... "W-why…Why d-do you t-torture me…"

I swear I was ready to explode with that chuckle. It was horrid.

"Because, stupid slut, it's fun, and I've been instructed to do so." Bit by bit his body started to disintegrate…disappear into the black void that was my mind, and just like that, I was alone again. Frantically searching for my masked saviour.

Running through empty halls, unkept and broken down—paint chipping and peeling from corners, and stains of some unknown liquid seeming to splatter randomly without a single source. My eyes felt like they were going to explode from my head as a migraine formed, forcing me to the ground on my knees.

Wake up Tsuki…Wake up….

*~Tobi's P.O.V*~

I tried my very hardest to be gentle with her, very cautiously positioning her so she was sitting in between my legs. I didn't want to startle her by jostling her around too much, That wouldn't necessarily be great.

Her body was still wet, still housing little droplets of water that fell from the tips of her full eyelashes, down her tan cheek, over the subtle curve of her lip and down her neck, disappearing into that beautiful valley that was created by her breasts. Her hands that were resting gently against my thighs soaked my skin, but in all honesty, I didn't mind. So long as I was able to hold my precious Tsuki in my arms—as long as I was able to touch her and claim her as my own…

Tsuki started to stir a bit, her body turning over a few times before finally those metallic pink eyes that I loved so much shot open, and her breath started to come out in ragged pants. I grasped onto her tightly, pressing that lovely perfectly shaped, gorgeous body of hers firmly against mine. God, how I would love to feel her against me in our bed, our bodies tangled together in a wondrous dance.

"Tsuki-chan, are you alright?" I murmured the words quietly against her ear as so not to frighten her any more than she already was. I hated when she was so scared…

She tilted her head to gaze at me, fear present in those amazing eyes of hers. At this point, I hadn't given a care in the world about having my mask off, after all she was going to see my face one day or another. Quickly averting her eyes away from me, Tsuki folded into herself, scrunching her body into the fetal position and closing her eyes tightly. It was hard to tell if she was afraid of me, or just looking into my eyes. Although it hurt me, I couldn't blame her…after all she had been through anyway.

I pressed my lips softly against her neck, nipping and sucking at every sensitive it of skin I could get my mouth on—I just couldn't resist. She tasted so good. She tasted so sweet against my tongue. I loved the smooth feel of her skin as I bit into it ever so slightly, the soft whimpers of pleasure that escaped those beautiful, perfect plump pale purple lips of hers. There was nothing more amazing than the beautiful entity that what Tsuki.

"T-tobi-kun…" She whispered my name, and I could tell she was trying to keep from moaning it. I'd love to see her resolve break.

"Mmm?" I had no intentions of taking my lips from her succulent neck, at all. She seemed to maneuver herself around a bit, until her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, her arms were around my neck and her bare chest pressed flush against my own. Her eyes opened, staring intently into my own—of course, I had deactivated my Sharingan. I knew that it would appear menacing to her, and the last thing that I wanted to do was drive her away.

"Th-thank you…for b-being here f-for me…and-d…and f-for help-ping me. It really means a lot-t…" Tsuki pulled me closer, and I swear my heart skipped a beat.

She was being the bold one now, pressing her lips against mine so fiercely before I had a chance to respond and tell her that there was no reason to thank me—that I would gladly give her anything, that I'd gladly give my life for her. Pressing against me harder, Tsuki managed to push me against the ground, her hips shoved eagerly against my own. I wasn't going to deny her pleasure if that was what she wanted.

In fact, I'd prove to her that I was the very best at it. I'd prove that her sweet innocent little "Tobi" wasn't very innocent at all. I'd make her scream my name…beg for more beneath me as I did wonderful things to that delicate body of hers. The body that I was so careful not to break—lest I be damned with the unfortunate luck of never seeing my precious Tsuki ever again.

A strangled sound left the lips of my dearest as she rocked back on her heels, grasping at her head with a pained look on her face. I couldn't help but to glance down at her breasts that were pressed gently against her thighs as she bent so her head was on her knees.

That pain that always crept up on her when it was the least wanted, troubled me. I had no idea what it was…well maybe I had a hunch, but still, I had no grasp on the fact that it could affect her physically. I tried to ignore the raging heat that was growing more and more present in my groin—with her pretty much naked lower half resting firmly against my hips, and pressing into a certain needy area making it worse—so I could comfort her, but it was hard for me to do.

"Tsu-Tsu-chan," a gentle coo that left my lip, "what's the matter?" My fingers danced softly up and down her sides as I rested up on one of my elbows, but she didn't respond to me. She simply muttered unintelligible nothings to herself. I supposed that the "episode" would just have to pass on its own…at least until I could figure out away to help her.

"I'm…I'm sorry T-tobi-kun…I ruined-d everything…" Tsuki's eyes held unshed tears in them, unshed tears that pushed me to wrap my arms tightly around her, and whisper gently into her ear. Everything that I did with her had to be gentle, unless I wanted to lose her…

"Tsuki-chan, you never ever ruin anything, do you understand me? It's not your fault, it never will be your fault, and I refuse to allow you to think that it is, okay?" I placed a tender kiss on her forehead, before holding her cheeks in my hands, making her look at me. "Promise me you won't ever take the blame for something that very clearly wasn't your fault." My words hit home with her. I could feel those unshed tears starting to brim over the edge, and fall carelessly down her cheeks and onto my once dry hands. She trembled a bit in my arms, but it didn't matter.

"I…I c-can't p-promise that-t. I d-don't think-k th-that I could-d do that-t…" Her head pressed against my hands as if seeking out the comfort that was held there.

"Then promise me that you'll try?" It was better than nothing. I felt her nod, then I pulled her even closer—if it was possible—and just held her there. My Tsuki started to trace useless circles on my shoulder blades, as she held me tightly. "Good. Now let's get you dressed, mm?" Another nod full of vigour and the small girl was out of my arms, darting to the clothes that had been long forgotten only moments ago. I followed suit, only at a much slower pace—and although I took my time and started after her, I had finished before her. "Having some trouble, Tsu-Tsu-chan?"

"SHHHH!" If the pout that made a home on her face wasn't cute, then I had no idea what cute was! Her lower lip poked out ever so slightly as she tried to clasp the strapless bra she wore, and she tilted her head back, seeming to arch a bit as she turned in circles. All in all, it was quite a sight to see.

"I can he—"

"NOOOO! I c-can d-do th-this on my own!" Tsuki was honestly to cute for her own good. I could only sit on a nicely placed rock under the moon and watch the younger girl's show as she appeared to waltz around the soft, semi wet grass that had the imprints of our bodies imbedded into it. A low growl came from her mouth, however she had surprisingly completed her task, and she triumphantly turned towards me with an eager grin on her face. "I t-told you!" She called out, her eyes glistening with a childish happiness that I had forgotten existed. She hadn't appeared so happy in so long…I missed it so much.

"Well then, Tsuki-chan, let's get going." I held my hand out for her to take, but she ignored it, and started walking off in the general direction of our current hideout.

Silence surrounded us as we made our way slowly through the moonlit forest, our steps masked by the stealth we had as shinobi. Tsuki's eyes were focused on the sky above us, calculating how many stars there were…calculating the beauty of it all. She tilted her head towards me and opened her lips as if to say something, ut she closed them just as quickly.

"Something you want to say, Tsu-Tsu-chan?" She turned away from me, and the faintest hint of a blush came onto her tanned cheeks.

"Y-you…you t-took off-f your mask-k for me…" She looked back up into both of my eyes curiosity posing a question that I was ready to ask for her. With a complete seriousness taking over my air, I stopped walking, and turned so the both of us were facing each other.

"Do you know who I am, Tsuki?"

A pause…A quick breath…Closed eyes contemplating…

(Kira-chanstuffersxD)

I can't say I was surprised when she shook her head ever so slightly, eyes cast down like it was something to be ashamed of. But how come she didn't? Was it my appearance? Or had something caused her to forget? Or was it simply because of her age back then, so young and naïve that she sincerely could not remember?

It didn't matter. In fact, it was better this way. With her knowing nothing, there was no possible problems I would encounter with her, and that pleased me, oh so very much.

"Tsu-Tsu-chan," I used the more child-like voice of 'Tobi's as I sought out her hand, grasping it, feeling how she tensed. Did she fear me? No. She was just so timid and unused of being in contact with other people like this, "Let's hurry and get back to the base before nighttime!" I saw her blink slowly, her silvery metallic pink eyes innocent and curious. If I hadn't looked, the slight curl of the corners of her mouth would have gone unnoticed.

She was smiling.
And it was beautiful.
"O-okay.. Tobi-kun." She whispered, and we continued on our way.

As we arrived back to the main base, I sensed how she tensed, her small body sending out waves of distress and discomfort around her. She hated this place. With instincts driving me, I pulled her closer to myself protectively. "Is Tsu-Tsu-chan feeling cold?"

She looked up at me. Normally she avoided eye contact at all costs, but she had started to seek out my gaze, which pleased me. That meant she felt comfortable around me and wasn't afraid. Droplets of water fell from her chin from the rain, and her messy, yet so soft looking hair stuck to her face, making her look rather... delectable. Even more than she did normally.
"I'm.. fine.." A very gentle, shivery whisper. I loved her voice. I wanted to hear her speaking out my name... to moan it out loud...but that was going too far now that we were back…

I knew I had to go report to Pein, not that it really made much difference, seeing as I was the one who had organized the outing, but it had to be done either way—so as to keep up my act and hide my true identity. It didn't take very long though, although Tsuki didn't want to come to Pein's office—however I didn't mind that. I'd let her do anything she wanted, as long as she was in my reach. Tsuki would've been half way to her and Hika-chan's room, by the time I came back, and I wasn't surprised to see her walking cautiously—trying to avoid any and all contact with the other members. Something caught my eye though, that sent anger boiling in my skin. I saw the one I called my 'sempai', approaching my Tsuki. What was he doing? A snarl nearly ripped itself from my throat, but I restrained myself and barely glared at him viciously, eyes boring into his skull. I wanted him away from my Tsuki. He was scaring her. She was literally trembling, staring down at her feet.
"Tsuki, hm," he began, "I need your help, yeah. Or more like, your opinion on something, hmmm." My hands fisted tightly as the need to stand over my fragile flower grew stronger and stronger, until I couldn't help but stride up to them, lunging at Deidara with a very high call of, "SEMPAI~!" as I managed to send him on the ground.
This was the first time I didn't do it for the sake of keeping up my fake identity. It served as a way to keep him away from Tsuki, at least at a safe distance without making it look suspicious. I was brilliant. Coming up with such ideas that could allow me to protect my dearest without the slightest hint that something was up? Genius!
Tsuki winced at the sudden loud voice and action, back pressed against the wall like a cornered animal, full of fright. I wish I could just stand up and wrap my arms around her to comfort her and calm her down, but the more pressing matter of Deidara had to be taken care of before I could hold her in my arms and cuddle into bed with her.
"TOBI! GET OFF, HMM!" I could see the redness in Deidara's face as he grew angrier by the second.
"What was Sempai doing with Tsu-Tsu-chan?"
"Does not concern you, you dumbass, yeah! Get the fuck off of me or I'll blow you into the next week, hmmmm!" (endkira-chanstuff) Jeez, the guy just didn't know how to take a chill pill. Honestly, I couldn't see what Hika-chan saw in him.

Either way, I jumped off of Deidara, and dashed behind Tsuki, wrapping my arms tightly around her waist, 'trying to hide from Deidara'. My lips pressed against the exposed small of her back, and I felt her shiver as my tongue ran over the cool metal balls that rested in equal distances on her back. I'm not gunna lie…those piercings were a big turn on for me…

"Tobi-hmm! Get away! I have to speak with Tsuki aloneeee!" Deidara's pale hand gripped Tsuki's wrist tightly as he tried to drag her away from me, a jolt of pain shooting onto Tsuki's features as he tugged a bit too hard. The bastard was hurting her!

"Stop hurting Tsuki-chan and Tobi will leave Sempai alone!" I bargained childishly, but I knew it would work in the end. Sure enough, he released her, and tapped his foot impatiently.

*~*Tsuki-chan's POV*~*

I was confused. Why the hell would Deidara want to talk to me…I thought he hated me with a burning passion of a thousand raging suns…

"Tsuki-chan, I don't have all day, yeah." He growled impatiently as Tobi started to release his grip from my waist. I could feel the reluctance in his grip—I couldn't deny that I didn't want him to let me go either. The way his tongue gently massaged the sore spots on my piercings had my mind reeling with what it could do in other places… "Well are you coming or not, hmm?"

I could feel the anger emanating from Deidara—it was definitely not the day to mess with him.

Shakily, and uncertain, I followed the blonde bomber around the corner to the door of his bedroom, which he leaned against in his I'm-to-cool-to-care-manner, and proceeded to stare me down. I hated the way his eyes bore holes into my skin…the way it seemed as if he was judging me every time he even glanced at me.

My hear started beating a hundred miles a minute… my head started pounding—my skin itched something fierce and my nails started to scratch relentlessly at the skin on my arms until I started to bleed. Deidara didn't take any notice, and I was glad for it.

"Hikari-chan's birthday is tomorrow…" He turned his head towards the end of the corridor, embarrassment lacing his words…his very nature…"and I don't really know what girls like, yeah. I was hoping you could help me, hmm? I mean, you do share a room with her…and you are a girl." I couldn't answer him. There was a hard lump stuck in my throat that kept me from speaking, let alone breathing. "Tsuki-chan, will you help me pick a present and plan Hikari-chan's birthday party, hmm?" The sincerity in his voice was pure. He truly cared for Hikari, he wanted to make her happy. He wanted to prove to her that he could take care of her and show her a good time. I couldn't deny him that, even if he did hate me with a passion of a thousand burning, raging suns.

With a quick nod, I offered him a smile, then darted off to my bedroom, where I would grab a notebook so I could start planning.

Hikari was in for one hell of a party.

HOLY SHIT! FINALLY! FINISHEDD! YEEESSSS!

I hope the length of this was good for you guys…and it makes up for updating so late.. I really am sorry, and I aloes hope that the link to the video I made for you guys helped ease the angst and animosity towards me too?

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Love Always~

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