It had been a few hours since they had said goodbye, and all Angel had done since was pace her room, thinking about what she had made herself promise the other day. She had told herself that when the time was right, she was going to do something. To help them. Yet upon hearing that news...she hadn't done a thing. She knew she had to, but the idea that Deidara was leaving had stopped her in her tracks. She should have kept the idea that one day he would have to leave fresh in her mind, but when she talked to him, joked with him...it was all forgotten, and all she could concentrate on was being with him in the moment. Reflecting on her memories, she knew she had done the right thing. Always thinking of the day when he'd be gone would have just ruined things.
If they hadn't been ruined enough already with Bokun's influence.
Sasori had told him while she had been talking to Deidara. She didn't blame him; just walking out would seem pretty suspicious, and with how she knew they felt towards Bokun, and how he felt towards them, it would only provoke a response from him, and then things would get worse. Much worse. Angel knew he was planning something now. He knew they had gathered a lot of information, and now all they needed to do was piece it together. But with a slightly unexpected departure date, he had to hasten his plan along. What Bokun's goal was, she didn't know. To kill them, to lock them up...the possibilities were endless. And none of them were good.
It was going to happen tonight, or early tomorrow morning. Sasori and Deidara knew he had always been lurking in the background, keeping an eye on them, but they didn't truly know what was going on with him. Only she did. She couldn't tell them, even now; the only place it would be safe to tell them something like that was miles away from here. Maybe then—maybe there—they would be safe of Bokun's dominion over the town. Maybe then they could understand. But not unless they made it out of here alive. Which would be slightly more difficult with the fact they were leaving tomorrow. Stopping suddenly, she clenched her fists and slammed them to her head, scowling with her eyes closed at everything in front of her. She was being ridiculous. There was no point trying to think about Bokun's plan involving Deidara and Sasori, and what the plan itself involved, as he was always so very secretive. He hated her, and never told her a thing, so therefore nothing would make sense.
But then it came to her.
Cursing herself mentally, Angel finally realised what she had to do, and how stupid she had been for the last few hours just pacing up and down, thinking about the wrong thing entirely. She knew Bokun was speeding up his plan. However, he might not know about Deidara and Sasori speeding up their departure date even further. It made sense; he was too busy figuring out what to do with them to now notice they'd be leaving tonight. All Bokun thought about their opinion on him was that he was a bit suspicious and elusive. He had no idea that they really felt he was up to something, and were always on guard. So he wouldn't suspect them doing anything to hide their leaving from him to get away from the area. It was perfect. Reckless, stupid, insane, yes, but perfect all the same.
So she got hurt because of it.
Two people surviving is better than one.
Opening her eyes with her epiphany, she closed them momentarily once more to take a deep—albeit it slightly shaky—breath for courage, and then turned and left her room, moving as fast as she could. There was no need to fear Bokun; he had disappeared off, like he always did when waiting for the perfect moment, and she was free to run about the halls without anyone's knowledge of her doing it. One slight advantage to being one of the only people living in a house that big. And she had to be fast. Bokun could surface at any time to complete the last part of his plan, and she didn't have much time to keep either of them safe. She just prayed to anyone that would listen that it might work.
Deidara remained sitting morose on his bed, in the same position he had been when he had left the art studio. He wasn't sure if he could make himself leave. His mind was spilt with knowing he had to leave, but still needing to stay. His body was changing every few seconds or so, causing him to stand up to go and talk to Angel; to Sasori, and say he was staying, and the next minute he'd be laying down, trying to get to sleep to pass the time. But if he hadn't been upset over leaving Angel, he would have been angry. Bokun, upon hearing the news, had said he would be 'sorry to see them go' and hoped everything had been alright during their stay, and that tomorrow would be okay to leave.
It was clearly obvious something was up, considering the fact that was the second time Sasori had seen Bokun over the entire stay; and the third for Deidara. How he could be sorry to see them go without meeting them more than a couple of times—in which he stayed for about two seconds—was ridiculous. Now seeing his attitude once again after the art studio incident, it was utterly clear his welcoming and friendly persona was completely fake. Why he had ever thought it was genuine, he had no idea. He had manipulated and lied to Angel as well as himself, although she must have had to put up with it a lot longer than he had.
Maybe that was why he had to stay.
Sasori had mentioned the fact something was going on with Bokun—well, even more than usual—once he had said they were leaving to him. Number one, Sasori couldn't find him anywhere around the mansion, although he had searched most of it, until the moment Deidara had finished talking to Angel. The second she must have mentioned they were leaving to Bokun, being able to do so through her telepathy, he turned up, allowing Sasori to say a "goodbye", so to speak. If they needed help, he never appeared, but when they left...when it was things to do with their research...then he arrived as soon as he could. With the knowledge that they were leaving tomorrow, he had started to do something. It might have something including them, including Angel, including anything that was to do with any of them.
Not that he'd be of any help.
Deidara had noted Sasori's change in attitude at the fact they were leaving, and knew the look on his face well when he came in through the door of the art studio from his recent dream. But whereas normally it might have affected him, in the situation now, that fact never stayed in his thoughts for a moment. It merely flickered past. If he was in a fight that was to do with anything else but Angel, he'd be pretty much useless. Sure, he'd fight, but wouldn't be paying close attention to any sneak attacks, and probably end up with an injury of some sort. Sasori may have changed slightly, but not enough to decrease the chance of remaining unscathed.
But he knew what he did want to fight about.
And with that thought in mind, he couldn't take it anymore. His mind had been spending the day choosing between staying with the original plan to move on, leave to find the rune, finish the mission and leave her behind; persuade Sasori to stay a little longer and see how things turned out with Bokun and Angel, not knowing what Bokun was planning, or stay and confront Bokun about what he had done and what he was doing to Angel and planning about them. But he had to decide what to do at some point or other.
And he had.
He might love Angel. He'd considered it for a while, and had wanted to remain around to see how it went; see if the feeling grew. But he'd never got the chance. He needed her to be around; to be alive if he wanted to understand what was going on in his head—and possibly in his heart. And by sitting around and taking things as they came wasn't going to solve anything. So he was going to find Angel and make this situation come to a head. Then things would get solved and the situation could move on for the better. So standing up, he marched over to the door and pulled it open, only to slow to a halt, and all ideas of fighting back falling into silence as he saw her standing outside.
"Angel, un," He breathed, surprised and confused at what was going on.
"You have to leave. Now," She merely responded.