Deidara.
Disclaimer: I suppose since these are required, I must say, "I do not own anything of this fic but the idea!"
lxiii — goodnight ii
"What do you think you're doing, yeah?"
"Do me a favor? Close your mouth and sleep. I'm tired." Kagome bit on her tongue to try and withstand the agony of her shoulder. Sweat dampened the roots of her hair and her eyebrows furrowed together, yet she did her best to conceal these things. Through closed eyes she hoped Deidara would not turn his head to her and see the pain written on her face. She had settled down next to him, laying on her good side while clutching her wounded shoulder.
"Sleep? Stopping the blood flow of your shoulder would be the wiser initiative."
"Don't say that—so arrogantly," Kagome said with difficulty, "as if… I don't know… already."
"Hm."
"…Let's just nap here. That would be… nice. Wake up later…"
"Kagome."
"Mm…?" Her voice was fading.
"Goodnight."
Kagome smiled, the tense lines around her eyes disappearing. "Deidara… goodnight."
As memory may be a paradise from which we cannot be driven, it may also be a hell from which we cannot escape.
—John Lancaster Spalding
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