Fortunately, she came. Maybe it was unfortunately, but he couldn't be certain. All he could was watch as she came in, her wings unfurled and having to bend and twist to get through the doorway. An action that did nothing but bring a small smile to his face, thinking of the irony of seeing her full beauty on the day he'd have to tell her he was leaving the next day. The memory of him thinking she was called Angel because she truly looked like one with her beauty and her wings came back to him, causing the small smile to stay, at least for a while, anyway.

She immediately greeted him softly, then swiftly apologised for her being late and for causing him hassle with Sasori. Deidara merely brushed it off, having not been noticing the time all day, wherever he was, and merely spoke about her wings being unfolded as she stood there. Angel then explained quietly that she had had to go into the town, and it was quicker if she flew, before apologising again, turning round and starting to fold them away. As she did so, they juddered at first, slowly moving and decreasing in size, and then speedily disappeared into her back.

Once they were gone, her back was revealed, her hair pulled to one side to stop it getting caught in her wings. But by pulling back her hair, she revealed a tattoo in between the top of her back and the back of her neck that Deidara had never seen before, and one that she had never mentioned or talked about with him. The symbol that adorned her back seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it and stayed staring at it for a few minutes to try and recollect where it was from. He opened his mouth slightly to question about it, when she turned round and he quietened upon remembering what he was going to be doing. Angel came over slowly, Deidara watching every step and she sat down next to him. His heart was beating so fast, and his emotions were overwhelming him, but he had to say it. And he had to say it now. He could spend a little while with her; but what happened the last time he saw her had stressed him, and it wouldn't be the same.

So when Angel called his name timidly a second time, asking if he was okay although knowing the truth, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he did so and deciding to keep them there as he started his confession. Once he got started, he wouldn't be able to stop, but beginning the statement was going to be one of the hardest parts. Several deep breaths later, he felt he was bordering on being able to speak without bursting into tears, and told Angel he had something to tell her. With his eyes still closed, he couldn't see the expression on her face; it was better that way. She didn't reply at first, but then merely stated,

"Go on."

Hearing a difference in her voice, he viciously forced himself to forget it for the moment, and focused on telling her what was going on, and with one last deep breath, blurted,

"We're leaving tomorrow, Angel-chan. I don't know how early or anything, but I guess it will be relatively early, un."

Finally managing to open his eyes, he looked to see her eyes glued to the floor nodding slowly and continuously, an unsure emotion in her eyes. He paused, wondering whether to speak up now or let her think, he eventually decided to ask if she was okay, wanting to take the firm hand in this, only to find himself whispering,

"Are you okay?"

Angel simply nodded once more, more definite this time, and looked up at him, passing his eyes and looking to the ceiling, replying,

"I should've known this was coming. I should've—I guess I always knew it was coming. I just..." Sighing, she shrugged, finding no more words to say to this, adding with a sad smile,

"It'll be weird not having you around anymore. Having such a big house, it was almost a relief to have more people here. This house is always screaming out for them."

Looking into her eyes now, their eye contact locked and stayed in place. The emotion all came out in their eyes, if it wasn't going to be coming out on their faces. It was all they could do to stare, knowing they loved each other. Knowing they wouldn't be happy unless they were around each other. And no knowing it was broken. And he'd probably never see her again. Along with the fact she'd probably be beaten to a pulp by the time he left the area. Bokun would never treat her neutrally anymore; she was practically becoming a punch bag; something they both knew was going on. She knew he'd seen her black eye. He knew that's why she called him danna. And they could do nothing about it. They'd become spectators in their own lives.

And it was breaking their hearts.

"I guess this will be the last time we see each, other, huh?" Deidara finally breathed, another small smile joining another.

And the mood became resolute. They couldn't do anything to change it. It was almost their destiny, their fate...whatever you want to call it. But it was unstoppable. So they merely had to put up with it, and try and be strong while remaining in the house. If the other saw how upset they were at Deidara leaving, then it would catch on. They had to stay impassive for the remainder of the stay. When they got out, they could be as depressed as they liked. But for the sake of each other, they kept it back. It was the least they could do, when it came down to it.

On a whim, Angel suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it with another smile, albeit one that was trying considerably harder to be happier than she felt. Deidara squeezed it back in return, helping her out by giving a smile that was trying just as hard to remain upbeat. Something that was tested as Deidara whispered,

"I'm gonna miss our conversations, un."

He wanted to hug her. Move in closer. Kiss her. Do anything that would involve more physical contact than what he was doing right now. But doing so would make pulling away harder. Kissing was completely out of the question, even though he felt stronger about her than he had ever felt about someone else. It was a bigger step through their relationship, and all it would do was show him how good it could be, how good he wanted—no, craved—it to be, and then take it away in a second to never have it again. He couldn't take that. He'd just have to hold back from doing anything. Sure, doing his dream goodbye would be a big relief, letting out all the emotions that he'd been keeping inside of him for the duration of his stay.

But then again, it would ultimately make things worse.

They both understood this staring intensely into each other's eyes. Maybe they both knew of their feelings for each other. Maybe not. But the tension managed to get to a point where Angel had to break away, saying she should probably get going and finish some stuff. Though as Deidara stood as well, holding out his hand as a way of saying goodbye, he knew it was the only thing he could do that wouldn't cause him to cry all the way back to the nearest hideout. Angel smiled and nodded, taking the hand, wincing at the fact the tongue on his hand licked hers and made it tickle. The only time she wanted to have had that feeling was upon holding his hand, not with a handshake.

But still she let go and walked to the door, looking over her shoulder to say goodbye one last time, wanting to laugh at the fact their goodbye had probably been the least emotional goodbye in the entire universe, even though they were such good friends. Maybe even more. She added that he should say goodbye to Sasori for her as well, and then...walked out. Another sign something was wrong. She always teleported. It had never changed. But now...things were different. And all he could do was concentrate on her disappearing back.

She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. But he had no idea what to do with himself now knowing the ultimate dream of being with her on a regular basis had died with a complete crash.

But he had to face the truth.

He had no choice.

He was never going to be with her.