The next day dawned, and yawning, Deidara pulled himself out of bed instantly, grabbing his cloak and going to see if Sasori was ready. He was prepared to do anything to save her, and starting earlier meant he'd be able to figure out more with the riddles in the library. If the rune was connected to Angel, he would work so much harder to find something that could help her, and then go and see her, to see if she was any different to how she had been yesterday. Surprisingly, Sasori wasn't shocked himself to see Deidara up so early—Sasori pretty much guessing Deidara's mindset considering Angel—and they left to the library immediately, Deidara grabbing some food beforehand to constitute breakfast as he began to read.
With both of them working so hard, it was all coming together, almost all riddles collected, and a lot of them deciphered. True, there was one thing that, once figured out, would make everything simple and instantly allow them to know where the rune was that they were missing, but they had the basis for it all. Now all they had to do was put it together. Something that Deidara, at twelve, pushed to the back of his mind as he quickly threw the reason for him leaving back at him and went on to the art studio. Though he didn't stop making sculptures, it was a much longer process than usual. He was waiting on Angel so much he didn't notice all he was doing was kneading clay, not making it into any shape at all, only to see and try and do something with it.
But a few minutes later it would happen again.
After a while, he felt it was safe to look at the clock, and blinked in surprise to see it had been two hours since he left, and still there was no sign of Angel. Panic gripping his throat, he forced himself to be calm and tried to think it over calmly. She could be busy with something; heading straight here. But nothing would keep her busy for two hours. Then abruptly he remembered something she had said when they had first met; that if he needed anything, all he needed to do was contact her by mind and she'd come. He wasn't sure how to try it, but decided to give it a shot and see how it turned out, closing his eyes and thinking of Angel, calling out a greeting in his mind. And although he felt another presence in his mind, nothing responded. There was no sign that she was responding. Whether that was because she was dead, unconscious or sleeping, he didn't know. But it was strange enough for him to go and check it out.
He got up instantly and left everything he had been working on where it was for the second time in two days. Most times he cleared everything up so no one would have to do any work, but the last couple of days it hadn't mattered. Tidiness wasn't exactly on the top of his list when people's—Angel's—life was in danger. Glancing back so—well, for a reason he didn't understand—he then shook it off and continued on, passing through the doorway and walking down the corridor a few paces before he realised what exactly he was insinuating doing.
He'd decided to go and look for Angel in a mansion. Without, I might add—a definite I-can-easily-make-my-way-around-here mindset.
Not to mention without a definite coordinate for Angel's position. She could be anywhere.
But he had to look, even with all these doubts in his head. It might take him hours, but it would be worth it to make sure she was alright. He had no idea what he was going to say if she was fine, but he'd think about that when the time came. What was important now was actually finding her. He was looking in every room, speed-walking down the hallways at first, before passing by the entrance hall and remembering how the big the place was. This ultimately sped up his search, seeing him sprint around the house, checking every corner for her presence. Eventually, after having run for about 15 miles all around the house, he headed towards the emptier side of the building; what must have been the servant's quarters at some point or other when a ton of people used to live in the house. This was the part he knew nothing whatsoever about, but it was spread over a smaller area. It would be easier to find her...if she was here.
Corridor after corridor, room after room turned out empty, and Deidara was starting to lose the will to live. Ideas of her being kidnapped, hit, or harmed in any way all popped up into his head, and he accepted those thoughts more than others—the images of his former nightmare ones that he'd choose last over any others. So he might be thinking about her being kidnapped—raped, even—but at least he wasn't thinking about the unusual sensation of the dream. He had known it had been weird the very moment he had it. But he'd never been sure what it meant. Though now things had been occurring the way they had...he was starting to be afraid that it might have some sort of foresight, and that there was a chance of it coming true.
Something which caused him to speed up as he ran, his eyes darting around frantically as his heart beat increased to what he felt must be at least 300 bpm (beats per minute, if anyone wants to know). Really unsure what to do now, he ran into the one last section of the house, hoping; praying that she would be there. That his search was over and he could relax and know she was safe. Sprinting down the last part, he glanced to the side as he passed, checking slightly just in case he saw anything while he started at the back, when he saw something unusual in the corridor. Something that he wasn't sure should be there. A sight that pretty much made his heart skip a beat, and he automatically skidded to a halt, recollecting his breathing, as well as his memory, trying to remember if what he had seen had been Angel. But he knew if there was a chance of it being her, he had to find out, and do it quickly. He'd experienced firsthand her teleportation skills in the blink of an eye.
Turning and heading back, he actually went into the corridor this time, almost fainting as he saw her there. A wave of relief swept over him that was so much he had to place his hand against a wall and stop for a minute. He'd never felt that big a sense of it before, and seeing her there just made a manic grin spring out on his face. He was about to go over and let out a big greeting, accompanied by tackling her with a hug, while he stated how worried he'd been and how glad he was to see she was okay, when what she was doing occurred to him and the grin slipped off. He'd been so happy to know she wasn't dead or unconscious that he hadn't actually noticed what was going on around her. She was mopping the floor. And not only that, but still in one of her amazing dresses. Why, he didn't know. A house as big as hers clearly needed a lot more work than one person, and definitely not a person like her. Not with her abilities. Not with her personality, her looks...
Shaking that idea off as he stared strangely at her, he pushed himself off the wall and called out to her as he walked, her head instantly snapping up, but not with any form of happiness on her face. No glint in her eyes...nothing. Her eyes had been filled with shock and almost fear when he called out to her. And though remaining looking at him, none of the joyful emotion he had seen when talking before appeared. A small smile was there, but it wasn't even sad. It was just...a way to try and show people that she was fine. Something that clearly wasn't evident. She was using her bangs to hide her face, and kept her arms close to herself as a way to shrink further and further away from him. He would never have done anything to hurt her, and thought she knew that, but still there seemed like something had happened which was making her doubt everyone.
"I'm sorry, Deidara-sama," She blurted in apology, bowing deeply afterwards, then adding, "I've been busy, that's why I couldn't come."
Trying to keep the atmosphere light, Dei smiled and replied,
"That's fine, Angel-chan. But...I couldn't even contact you by mind, un!"
Looking down at her feet, she shrugged it off, and mumbled,
"I've been thinking. Sorry, Deidara-sama."
"What are you doing down here, un?" He quickly shot in, trying to direct it away from anything that made her act like that.
"My—my room's just down the corridor." She merely said in explanation, causing Deidara to frown in confusion at what she'd said. All the rooms he'd seen were incredibly tiny, most likely for the whole 'servant' idea he'd had. There were tons more rooms like his own that were massive and amazingly decorated with anything you could possibly want, and he'd always gathered that because she was one of the main people who lived there, she'd get an even bigger room than his own, if it was actually possible. But now that he knew where she was staying, his face turned into a glare. Bokun was the only one who could have forced her to stay there. He'd hated the way he spoke to her; glared at her. But treating her like he was...his anger was building up already.
"I'll see you around, then, Angel, un." Deidara then said quietly in goodbye, turning and leaving with the glare still on his face, Angel watching him go, unable to say anything in return to his facial expression; his attitude. She knew how he was feeling towards Bokun, and she didn't want him to get hurt. Walking swiftly into her own room and into the bathroom, she splashed water on her face to calm herself down, thinking everything over and trying not to panic.
But then she lifted up her face and looked into the mirror, her bangs having been pushed back to reveal a black eye that still ached if she touched it. Whatever Bokun had noticed them doing or finding out, he didn't want her to get in the way. Which is why he'd stopped her from seeing Deidara. It merely hindered their progress. If he'd done that to her to stop them talking together...what would he do to them? But clenching her fists and allowing a determined, albeit sad, glare to appear on her face, she nodded at the figure in the mirror.
When the time was right, she was going to do something, whether Bokun liked it or not.