"Wait. What?" Sasori blurted in response to Deidara's comment, not quite understanding whether he had actually been listening to his words before, only to be answered with a fierce shake of his head.

"We need to go to the man—"Deidara began, when Sasori cut in,

"Deidara, neither of us wanted to leave, but we have to, to complete the mission. I know you care about her, but we can't go back."

Now glaring at Sasori, Deidara's fists clenched and his muscles tensed up, and taking two steps forward to be up in Sasori's face, he poked him in the chest and growled back,

"I don't care if you want to or not, but we need to go back NOW, un!"

His slight shout echoing out into the night, Sasori glared slightly in return but said nothing for a few seconds, before Deidara suddenly turned on his heel and started back up to the mansion at a sprint. Rolling his eyes at his behaviour, Sasori followed, not feeling as if he really had a choice in the matter, catching up quickly to ask,

"Why are you pushing this fact?"

"I don't have time to explain, Sasori-danna. I will later. But I swear this is important. It's crucial to the mission and we can't complete it without going back. Without her."

Looking in his eyes he knew he wasn't lying—not that he thought Deidara was a lying person in the first place—and so nodded back once curtly, and continued on, wanting the same thing he did now. He'd known Angel knew something about the rune which could be useful to them, true, but he had no idea how she was crucial to the mission. How it wouldn't be completed without her. She'd have to know something really big to be that important. But whatever it was, he would have to wait for it. It didn't look Deidara was in a talking mood.

Within seconds they were back at the doors, and sliding to a halt, they tentatively went closer to see if there was anyone in the entrance hall. But hearing nothing, they glanced at each other and pushed only one door open, and just open enough to slip through. Sasori was still confused as to why Deidara was being so stealthy about heading back here, even though he knew about the suspicious activity, but when the door closed behind them and the entrance hall was once again revealed to them, he knew exactly what Deidara was getting at.

There were feathers scattered everywhere, though none appeared to be covered in blood. But where the owner of the feathers was, they didn't know. It was as silent as it was when they first came to the house, but this time...it seemed wrong. Sure, the place was always silent if there was no one there. You couldn't hear rain if you came inside. You wouldn't be able to hear a storm. But this wasn't right. It was the kind of silence he had experienced in his dreams. A silence that only voiced grief or anguish. Two things Deidara didn't want to know about, and a memory of a dream he never wanted to think about again.

They took a few steps into the hall, the hairs standing up on the back of Deidara's neck while his hand automatically brushed over his bombs. He had been right to come back. He should've known something would happen when she said they should leave earlier than they first planned. Bokun hadn't even known they'd left in the first place. And now this. His heart was beating so fast as he thought about what might have happened to Angel. But he forced it back and snapped his head round to face Sasori as he breathed,

"It's too quiet. Even for a place like this."

Nodding, Deidara jerked his head to beckon Sasori, and began to follow the trail of feathers that extended down the left corridor. There were fewer down here, but they were still scattered up and down. Images of his dream; of Angel running from an unseen source turned into hallucinations, he himself hearing the footsteps, and truly seeing her run with fear on her face. Something that only made him faster. As he ran, he wasn't sure whether to thank God, thank Jashin; thank whoever up there for giving them the trail of feathers to follow to find her, or be slightly afraid that so many feathers were falling off her wings. There had to be some sort of movement, and a strong one at that, to remove that many, although there didn't seem to be any blood on them for the moment. Whatever Bokun had done, he hadn't hurt her badly enough to bloody her wings. At least, it seemed that way from the trail. By the time they reached whatever room Angel was in, it could be another matter entirely.

Then suddenly the feathers disappeared, and the corridor was completely empty. Swallowing hard, Deidara looked back to Sasori with eyes clouded by fear, wondering what he should do now, but shook it off, knowing he wouldn't give up until he found her. So turning his head back to face the corridor, he slowed his pace this time, paying attention to every sound, every sight, every sense of what was in the house, his mind aware to anything that made a change to the normality of the corridor.

Pacing slowly forward, he ignored his pumping heart and heavy breathing, quietening them both as he turned the corner and immediately spotted something, calling Sasori over and headed towards it without stopping, merely speeding up. Sasori followed, but with slight confusion, not quite understanding what it was that Deidara had seen, until Deidara went over to a certain door, and Sasori realised what it was he had been looking at, quite amazed that Deidara had even noticed it. The door was very slightly—in fact, imperceptibly—ajar, something he wouldn't have noted himself. But knowing his worry heightened his senses; he shook it off and followed him to the door.

Not bothering to enter silently, Deidara instead slammed a foot into the door, causing it to slam open, the door frame cracking and splitting with the force as he stormed into the room, pausing as he saw what was inside. Angel was sitting on the floor, having fallen from an obvious blow from Bokun, and from the looks of it, one of many. Her lip was split, her eye was black, and various cuts and bruises scattered her arms and legs. She clutched her arm to her body, possibly revealing a broken arm, also using it as a way to hold a hand to her stomach, another punch evidently having landed there, and her breathing was laboured and heavy.

Why he had thought he should go along with Angel's idea of making them leave he didn't know.

All he did know was that he was glad he'd come back.