Hey guys, so since I'm still working on my writing style, and such, I don't really think that the quality of this chapter will be at its best, but I'm trying. Also, From this point on, I'll be writing in third person. I think it will work better, rather than switching through different POV's. Or maybe I'll just keep it in Tsuki's POV from this point on :/ except for filler chapters. I dunno!

Please bear…bare?…with me guys. I realize that my initial tone for the story kinda…just died, and that's not exactly what I intended. I really want this to be a more serious story, but, at the same time, I want this to be somewhat humourous Especially when it comes to Tsuki. It should be so much more serious and saddening when you're reading Tsuki's POV, and yet, I just don't think it's been there.

Also, I've strayed a bit from the plot.. not that there really was a perfect one set in place in the beginning. Either, way, this will be fixed, and I promise you guys this will come out so much better. Can I have your guys' thoughts on all of this in a review or pm please? It'll help me alot.

Thank you all so much for your patience! And now I give you, Chapter ten.

Chapter 10

Before The Worst.

Why did it hurt so much? That throbbing pain in her head…it just wouldn't go away…

She groaned, trying to manoeuvre her body in some way so that she could lessen the pressure on her skull, but the movement only made it worse. Everything was searing with pain. Hikari let out a distressed moan, remembering why she didn't ever drink. Even on special occasions—not that she would really consider her birthday a special occasion. It was waking up with hangovers like this from one simple clean shot, that made her want to stab herself in the ears with a spoon. Quite literally too.

Her thoughts drifted to her younger roommate momentarily, and in the back of her mind, she wondered if this was what the girl felt like when she went through one of her episodes. Kami bless her if it was. Hikari put her hands over her face, and dragged them down to her chin, before grunting, cracking her eyes open a bit. She was met with a very deep black wall, laden with red speckles—or what had appeared so in her mind—but she pushed it off as an illusion of her mind. There were no red specks on her walls, as far as she remembered. Now that she thought of it…her walls weren't black either. They were sort of a cream colour.

That's what I get for drinking. So stupid…

Her eyes closed again, the golden amber orbs slightly glazed with whatever remains of the hangover were left, before she stretched her arms out. Her right appendage reached far enough to hit something hard, and rather hairy, but her mind didn't process it. Her first reaction was that Tsuki had had another nightmare, and crawled into Hikari's bed, something she did when she was too terrified to sleep in her own bed, and so there would be no need to freak out.

"I'm sorry Tsuki-chan." She mumbled, the sound louder than she had thought hitting her head rather roughly. Why was it so strident? God be damned if that lasted much longer.

'What do you mean Tsuki-chan, hmm? She's not in here is she, yeah?" The groggy, yet surprisingly sexy voice pounded her brain even more than what her own voice had, but she ignored the pain. What the hell was Deidara doing in her bed? Let alone…Her eyes snapped open scanning where her hand was—a very toned chest that had been covered by his flowing long hair, due to the angle he was sleeping. What the hell was the bastard doing naked in her bed?

"DEIDARA!" She winced a bit under the octave of her voice, and dropped it down to a soft, angst filled whisper. "What the fuck do you think you're doing in my bed? What the fuck is this dammit?" The blonde haired bomber could only smirk in response, his body shuffling a little closer to her side of the bed, as his arm came to lie lazily on her waist. His head nuzzled against the area right under her breast—which she had just taken into notice was exposed for the snarky bastard to see—and she could hold it in no longer. "Get. The. Fuck. Out." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it came out in a deadly hiss all the same, her eyes boring holes into the blonde head, as her hand moved swiftly to smack his arm away.

Not that she minded how good it felt to be so close to him…nor how amazing it felt to have the tongue in his palm drawing circles on her skin…

"No can do, Hikari-chan, hmm." She could feel his cocky smirk light his lips as he kissed at her stomach, and glanced up at her. "This is my room, hn." Hikari stared at him blankly. Then stared a little more…a little moooooreee….

"WHAT THE HELL? DEIDARA GET THE FUCK OUT!" Her arms stretched out to push him away, but she only succeeded in shoving herself off, landing to the ground with quite a loud thump. Rubbing her head from the throbbing pain that had resurfaced ten-fold, Hikari glared up at her blonde lover, his smirk still situated on his lips.

Those perfectly shaped lips….

"Get that friggin' smirk off your face and tell me what the hell you did to me! I swear to Kami, Deidara if you so much as even…" Deidara's hand went up and he reached down of the edge of his bed, gently caressing the side of Hikari's face, and she couldn't help but to blush. Especially when the hand licked at her cheek.

"Koi-chan, you were the one who came onto me, hmm. I suggested that we wait until you sobered up but you insisted, hm. I couldn't resist, especially with the way you were kissing me." His smile grew wider, as he felt Hikari's face warm up. "I think you need some more relaxation, Hikari, yeah." Deidara leaned his head down so his lips brushed softly against hers, and his free hand reached to grope at her exposed breast.

His fingers kneaded ever so gently against the soft skin, and two squeezed gently on one of her pert nipples. A rush of air left Hikari's lips without her consent, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning as the mouth in his palm began nibbling and sucking at her breast.

"Deidara get the fuck away. Whatever happened last night was a mistake. I was drunk, incoherent, and it will never happen again. Do you understand? I will never do this again." With her hangover a bit more manageable, the white haired kunoichi stood from the floor, and gathered her clothing, cursing at the pain in her groin area. Regardless of how much she lo—err, liked Deidara, she could never forgive him for taking away the one shred of innocence she had left.

She had been too occupied with trying to put her clothes on to notice the hurt look that darted across the blonde bomb experts aqua eyes, before he moved into a sitting position, the blanket around his waist barely covering his lower body. He watched with an intensity as his lover dressed quickly, cursing and mumbling under her breath about how stupid she had been to trust him, how stupid the entire idea was to have the party, and other things that hit him like a brick directly to his heart.

In all honesty, he had never felt so lost. He had never wanted to please anyone more than he wanted to please Hikari. It was a strange feeling to him—this hurt that came with the disapproval of someone that he…had his eyes set on. He felt as if he'd lose her completely if he didn't do everything right. It was something so foreign to him, but he didn't want to give it up. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he could belong to something more than a criminal organization, and he had just blew it. Unknowingly, his fingers clenched at the sheets, and he called out to her as she opened his door.

"Hey, Hikari-chan, hm."

Her head wiped around violently as she glared.

That look was enough to kill him from the inside.

A pang of depression tugged at his mind. Why does it hurt so much?

"If it makes any difference to you…I didn't want to…but I took it slow…I was careful with you, un. I wanted it to be perfect, because it was your first time and all, but I guess I was drunk too, hm." He glanced up at her through his eyelashes and caught her slight change in expression before it turned right back into that vicious glare.

"You still took my innocence when I wasn't coherent. That's rape, Deidara, no matter how you want to look at it." With her words stinging the male left near ready to rip the sheets apart, Hikari walked towards her room, a twang of remorse in her heart.

Perhaps she had taken it a step to far…After all, he did it with the best intentions. And didn't he say that she was the one who made him? Her golden eyes took a quick shift in the direction of his room, and for a moment, she could've sworn she heard the breaking of set clay on his bedroom floor.

Just imagining things…

"I should probably check on Tsuki…"

Just an excuse to get away from the pain.

Why does it hurt? I didn't do anything wrong…did I?

Maybe I should apologize…

Hikari groaned. She had never been faced with this sort of situation before. It was annoying to be put bluntly. Her fingers lingered on the knob of her door, asa she pressed her forehead against the wood, and took in a deep breath to regain her composure.

She'd go and apologize…as soon as her headache was completely gone. Her words were unnecessary and she knew it, so she'd fix the mess that she had created.

After a nice hot shower…

Silvery-magenta eyes watched with uncertainty as the white-haired woman paced the bedroom before her, calculating how fast her steps were, and judging her stress by the statistic. She came out to twenty quick steps for every mini-monologue to herself. She hadn't been able to exactly catch what was going on in her friends head, but she couldn't quite let it go. Not yet at least.

"Hik-kari-ch-chan…are you ok-kay?" She crossed her legs and leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees and her chin in her hands. For a moment she was worried that she had said something wrong, for her friend simply ignored her at first. Her heart began to beat rapidly, her head began to spin, and that obnoxious voice in her head started to nag again.

Why even bother? You're only going to make things worse.

Tsuki's eyes burned with unshed tears, as she bit her lip to keep from crying out. This was about Hikari. Not her. She tilted her head a bit and pushed the voice to the back of her mind.

Please not now.

Hikari stopped her pacing, let a deep breath come out passed her pale pink lips, and shook her head, a small smile reaching her face.

"It's nothing, Tsuki-chan. Just some personal issues. Don't worry, I've got it covered." Hikari took a few steps over to the younger girl's bed, and reached out, ruffling the already messy locks in a sisterly manner. She couldn't help it. Tsuki was almost like the sister she never had. Almost. There were still some things that she'd have to work around with the girl.

Tsuki's eyes flashed to a brilliant green for a moment, causing Hikari to stare at her, shocked, but no sooner had it happened, did she play it off as a trick of her imagination.

"Hik-kari-ch-chan, you're always help-ping me. Always t-trying t-to f-fix me, even if-f I c-can't-t b-be f-fixed-d. Let-t me t-try to f-fix you. Let-t me t-try to help-p you." Tsuki stared at her roommate, and her closest friend with a sincerity that she hadn't known was there. She wanted Hikari to feel comfortable sharing her problems, to have her feel as if she wasn't alone—god only knew that you couldn't really share your feelings with anyone around this damned place.

The white haired kunoichi pulled Tsuki in for a tight hug, as her smile that was more of an unconvincing grin turned into a fully fledged beam of happiness. It was always good to know that there was someone there for you.

"It's alright Tsu-chan, and thank you for being here for me, but this is very simply something that I have to fix on my own. Besides, it's not that much of a big deal. I'll be back later, Kid." Her chest tightened when she blew it off as something trivial. She knew it was something more.

Things like that weren't just "no big deal." It was that exact attitude that would ruin the one something that she wasn't sure if she'd know what to do when she lost it. Honestly, Hikari didn't know if she'd cry, walk away a little depressed, or basically just say fuck it. She had never really had the experience...Well maybe a few times, but they never really counted, because there wasn't the feeling that she had for a certain blonde haired bomber. Hikari wasn't about to find out though.

With a determination, she strutted her way over to a specific room, a few doors down to her own. She had a vague idea of how she would take care of the issue, provided that Deidara was in the kind of mood that she had surmised. Of course, there was always the possibility that Deidara's reaction to the entire thing was going to be the exact opposite, in which case she would be royally fucked.

However, her mind deterred from that idea, and she knocked softly against the wooden door that lead into her lover's dorm. She waited...then waited some more...

An exasperated sigh came from the other side of the door, and Hikari could hear some distinctive shuffling around, along with a few mumbled curses. Her head titled slightly, but she straightened it back out, a gasp of surprise leaving her lips.

The room behind the blonde was in complete shambles. What appeared to have once been prototypes for new bombs were shattered, littering the ground with sharp pieces; papers fluttered a bit as per the wind provided by the fan, and she could make out the head of some sort of sculpture sticking from the tip of the trashcan, that had clearly been knocked over in this fit of rage.

It had only been an hour or two...did her words really crush him that much? Her heart clenched at the thought of being the reason that his precious art was destroyed.

"What do you want, uhn?" His voice was harsh, and when Hikari looked towards his face, she noted his flushed cheeks and somewhat dishevelled and sopping wet locks. It looked like a piece of one of his sculptures might have blown up a bit too close to him, because a part of his shirt was singed, along with some fringes of hair. He had taken the mess of his room outdoors...but where? At this point it didn't matter.

Hikari pushed passed Deidara with a distressed sigh, and began to pick up the papers that made a nice blanket on the floor. It was starting to bother her. She glanced at some of the papers, trying to decipher their contents, but anything that had been written was scribbled out or drawn over with crude drawings of soon to be prototypes. Her mind tried to make some sort of word from what little of the character she could see, but she couldn't. With papers in hand, she turned to face Deidara, who had since closed his door and was now leaning against it.

"Are these of any importance to you?" Her only reply was a cold stare, and an impatient tap of his foot. "Guess I'll put them on the workbench then..." Trying to occupy herself was very simply a scape goat to avoid the awkward silence that filled the air.

"What do you want, hmm." He repeated his question from earlier, and moved a bit closer to Hikari. She nearly stepped back, but refrained. This was Deidara! The man that she lo..er..liked very muchly. He wouldn't hurt her intentionally. Even though he sure as hell looked like he wanted too.

"I'm here to apologize Deidara. I know that what i said was...cruel and unnecessary. I was just shocked, albeit a little pissed, but shocked none the less. I can't deny that for a second I was just a bit scared. I've never been in a situation like that." She averted her eyes to the left, to focus on a particularly interesting sunspot when Deidara's stare was too much for her nerves. "I was drunk, and I couldn't remember anything, so my default reaction is to make sure it would never happen again. It's not that I don't want to do it again, I just don't want to do it under those circumstances. I know I was harsh in saying that you raped me, but after thinking about it, I realize I was somewhat wrong."

A scoff from the bomb specialist made her stop and look up to gauge his reaction—which was a curt roll of his eyes, and the cross of his arms over his chest. Her eyes moved to the floor this time.

"Either way, Dei-chan..." She took in a deep breath, feeling stupid for having to explain her ridiculous actions from earlier, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean any of it." Letting the breath she had taken in out, she looked up, just realizing how close he actually was to her.

How did he...without me...what?

"You really had me going fucking crazy, uhn. I thought you weren't going to talk to me...I don't know why but it made me do all this, yeah..." His hand waved over the mess that was his room, before the same hand came to cup her cheek softly. "I think I love you, koi-chan, uhn."

Her heart skipped a few beats, her eyes watering if only the slightest bit. She had no words to say...It would be cheesy to repeat his words, but now that she thought about it, there was no doubt in her mind that she very well might have loved the damned guy.

It would only make sense after all, and Hikari loved things that made sense.

She wrapped her arms tightly against his neck, her legs going around his waist as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, muttering apologies for her behaviour from before, over and over again. Deidara couldn't help but to chuckle. "I forgive you Hikari, damn, hm."

She smiled against his neck, pulling away a bit, so she could look into those aqua eyes that she had come to adoure.

"I think I love you too, Dei-chan." She swept her lips across his for a gentle kiss; one that made Deidara's heart soar. "Two little side notes though?" His lips nibbled at her neck playfully as he grunted in response. "One, you really should clean up... and two, you should probably go see a counsellor about anger management." Deidara pulled his lips away from her neck, a disdainful look crossing his features as his lip turned up, and his eye brows scrunched together. Hikari's sheepish grin didn't go unnoticed as he tossed her to his bed, and growled out, "What the hell, hmm?"~

Well, well. We finished this chapter with a little HikaDei fluff! I really don't think this was really good, considering that I think Hikari's reaction was a bit extreme, but I coudn't help it. It proved for an interesting chapter...sort of kind of. Meh. Whatevs.

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