Deidara.
Disclaimer: I suppose since these are required, I must say, "I do not own anything of this fic but the idea!"
lxii — goodnight
This couldn't be happening. No, scratch that. According to the excruciating burns traveling all through her body, originating from her disfigured shoulder, and countless stones and boulders blocking any light—it was definitely happening. Kagome was caved in, and she was far from alone. Unarguably however she was much better off than the man several feet away from her.
His back was to the wall and his head lolled forward, motionless. The hitai-ate wrapped around his forehead was a dull gleam of hopelessness in the night-like obscurity. Lines that would be red in daylight trickled down both corners of his mouth. From the waist down he was completely crushed. His own land and home had pulverized his legs and broken it into bloody fragments now buried beneath rocks.
Neither of them could have foreseen the fatal landslide that had interrupted their battle.
"Guess I got lucky this time," Kagome said.
The conscious Deidara's lips angled into a smirk. "Karma's a bitch, yeah."
"Even in a position like that, you still…" Kagome uttered a sound of disapproval. "Baka."
Deidara lifted his head to her.
"So what are you going to do now? There's no way for you to escape either, hmph."
Because of indifference, one dies before one actually dies.
—Elie Wiesel
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