A/N: Hello everyone...

Yes, I know it has been quite forever...a good nine months basically. :/ So I have good news and bad. I'm going to say the bad first, so the good will sound better.

Well, first~

I have move fucking fandoms.

Mother fucking hell son of a bitch.

I'll be completely truthful; I probably moved fandoms in November. And...it really wasn't that easy actually, I started to cry when I had to accept it... -.-

And if anyone wants to know my new fandom, it's...actually...real...people. *insert le gaspers here* Anyway, I'm basically dying for J-pop and J-rock currently, especially bands from Johnny and Associates (Hey! Say! JUMP, NYC, KAT-TUN, Kis-My-Ft2, Sexy Zone) and stuff like AYABIE, -OZ-, etc. Yeah. Please don't kill me.

On the brighter side, MOTHER FUCKING GOD I AM CONTIUING THIS FANFIC EVEN IF IT KILLS ME...or even if it takes another 30 years...I'm writing smut (my first smut ever, can you believe?) for one of my newer OTPs now, so I'm also trying to concentrate on that.

I'm also giving up on writing from Death's POV until the epilogue/other chapters that I have to use him in. So yeah.

Now, finally, onto the long awaited story~! *looking back on chapters* Man, this is weird...

This is a short chapter, more like for a comeback. ._.

And enjoy the Deidara face. -_\/

Chapter 8: Love me, Show me, Tell me

"Love me, Show me, Tell me, I'll I wanted to do was protect your smile."

~Hey! Say! JUMP "Shinku"

Deidara disappeared that afternoon.

The next day she was absent, and the day after as well.

Multiple phone calls had been made, but none were answered. Even Hidan didn't know her situation.

"This is Deidara, un! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you."

BEEP

"Deidara...this is Konan and Pain. Please...please call us. Everyone's worried about you. Please."

Deidara blankly stared at her phone. The screen showed 183 missed calls, 163 voice mails, and 284 new texts. She sighed, turned it off, and put it face down on her bedside table. A few minutes of more numbness passed, until a knock was heard on the door.

"Deidara?'

Sanako knocked on her bedroom door with a worried look plastering her face.

"I know you're upset Deidara...but you need to eat, alright? It's your choice whether or not you choose to stand up and when, but remember that this is your own life you're carrying, not anyone else's. Wherever you decide to take it is where you're going to go, and that's where it's going to stick."

Her tone was gentle, but it contained heavy words.

Deidara peeked out from under her covers and sighed deeply once she was sure her mother was gone. She looked down solemnly, then picked up her phone again.

183 missed calls, 163 voice mails, and 284 new texts.

The blonde closed her eyes, and clutched her phone tightly in her hand.

Do you not love me?

"Hidan! Itachi! Tomoya! Morning guys, un!"

Three pairs of eyes whipped to face the girl entering the classroom.

Deidara's plaid grey skirt rested right above her knees as usual. She wore the white collared shirt as well, but today, other parts were different. Like she no longer wore the red ribbon, instead wore the tie. And she also did not wear the cream-colored vest or black blazer. Two buttons were open on her shirt.

Tomoya was first to speak up.

"Dei! Where the hell have you been?"

Deidara had felt bad for Tomoya. He was kind, caring, gentle, and supportive of her, yet because he was not a member of the Akatsuki, private information of the members were off-limits. In a way you could say he wasn't part of their friend group.

She smiled cheekishly. "Meh. Whatever it was though, I'm alright now, yeah."

Tomoya didn't look satisfied, but he kept quiet.

When he had snapped out of it, Hidan literally jumped from his desk to tackle the younger.

"DON'T MAKE ME WORRY ABOUT YOU, YOU BITCH!" he yelled. He jabbed at her stomach angrily, but it light enough to know that it was from worry and relief, not rage.

Itachi blinked, staring blankly at Deidara.

Deidara frowned. "I'm going to go and apologize to sensei too, yeah. I've been a big damn bother over the past week."

As the blonde disappeared out of the classroom, Tomoya peered at Hidan and Itachi.

"What...what happened to Deidara...?" he asked quietly.

His question was met with silence.

Itachi looked at the floor without word.

Show me the way out.

"Something happened," Itachi stated. "There isn't a way-any possibility-that Deidara, who's that emotionally weak and frail could have gotten over something like that so easily."

The duo whispered, exchanging quick ideas.

Hidan clucked his tongue in annoyance. "Sasori or Shunji hasn't come to school in a while either..."

"Kisame and Sasori had a fight. And he and I did too. What happened between him and Deidara could be considered one too. I guess you could say that we've managed to turn the Akatsuki against him."

"And we've even wrapped Konan and Pain into this?" the albino asked.

Itachi nodded, and looked down.

"We shouldn't have though. That was my fault...I'm sorry."

Hidan shook his head. "No, what fucking happened is what fucking happened. Don't fucking apologize, Itachi."

The raven slowly nodded again.

"Can we leave them both like this?" she questioned.

"Deidara...I'm afraid that bitch has just shoved everything down. It's not like her to do that...and I know it. For the time being, we need to keep a close eye on her."

"And Sasori?"

Hidan bit his lip.

"Well...he's the one that chose that path. We should just leave him to fucking rot," he answered coldly.

Itachi stared at the floor, lifting and dropping her heels.

"But..."

Hidan looked at her.

"Is that what we really want Hidan? To push him away, just like that? Isn't it possible...that maybe...this isn't what he really wants either? We're not complete without him, Hidan. We're not complete without anyone. You, Deidara, Pain, Konan, Kisame, Kakuzu, Sasori, Zetsu, Tobi...hopefully me as well."

And suddenly, a shadow loomed over the two.

Their eyes widened when they saw who it was.

Two words came from the dark bluenette's lips.

Tell me.