Angel should have known something would happen sooner or later. But the fact it had happened as soon as this was something that she hadn't been expecting. She should have been on her guard twenty-four seven, always looking out for the others and checking up on strange circumstances. Honing her senses so she would notice anything different. Only she hadn't. Even if she had, it probably wouldn't have made a difference. It had happened. And there was no way she could change it.

It had been quiet. Too quiet, as cliché as it sounds.

But Angel knew something was wrong the instant she arrived at the hideout. The lights were all off, and even though that wasn't enough alone to suspect there was something wrong, she could just tell things were a little off somehow. The silence enveloped the building and the surrounding area like a blanket, and nothing seemed to be making a sound. No wind, no bird calls...nothing. There wasn't a whisper to suggest there was anything alive in the area. Angel just had to hope there was something—or someone—at least. Her heartbeat was pumping at an alarming rate in her chest, slamming against her ribcage so hard it hurt, and the sound of her heavy and almost panicked breathing filled her mind, not helping her nerves in the current situation.

She didn't know if anything actually was wrong, but with the chance that there might be lingering in the air, it was causing a lump to rise in throat and a doubt that she would actually be able to fight back if one of them was hurt. If Dei was hurt. But forcing herself to move, even whispering it out loud to herself, Angel slowly and tentatively made her way over to the hideout door. Halting once again as her hand laid across the handle, she took several deep breaths, telling herself over and over again that she was overreacting; that when she went in they'd all be sitting there asking if she was okay, the reason for the lights being off revealed and her sanity returned to normal.

Repeating this idea, she grabbed it and slid the door open hesitantly, and only a little way. Though upon seeing the empty—but not blood-stained—room in front of her, Angel's legs almost gave way beneath her, and she leant into the wall to support herself. But, like always, the rational part of her mind spoke up, telling her that it was only one room in the hideout. There were still other rooms to look in. Not to mention there were things scattered on the table; the couch. Even if things were fine, they had to have had some reason for leaving everything how it was. Like they had been in the middle of something when they left.

Gritting her teeth at that part of her brain, Angel sighed and gently pushed herself up off the wall, walking forward into the house, unsure whether to close the door or not. Eventually leaving it slightly open, she padded onwards, wanting to call out for them, but not wanting to break the silence. Not if it meant revealing something she didn't want to see. But still she felt herself continuing through the corridors. She looked in every room, knocking if it was someone's room, and although she was grateful the rooms weren't destroyed, her fear still did not fade; something might still be out there. And from how everything appeared in the hideout, it wasn't good.

Every door opened onto an empty room, and it didn't seem like anyone was there. Angel padded through the building one more time, just to check, when the thought that there was one more room popped up in her mind. The meeting room. Remembering this fact, she froze, torn between the two possibilities of that idea. On one hand, they could all be in there. The lights being off everywhere else would have been because of Kakuzu's incessant need to save electricity, the room didn't give out any sound, which would explain why she hadn't heard anything, and everyone had to go; so no one would be in their rooms or anywhere else but that room.

But on the other hand...there was the idea that something was wrong. That they were in there, and something was going on or they were gone completely. Angel didn't want to go and look. It would be better to wait and see, but it seemed like the rational part of her head was ruling today, and Angel couldn't do anything as she walked through the hallways, now with a purpose, and arrived at the room, beginning to go to the doors, her hands shaking as she slid her hands into the handles. Taking one last deep breath, she pulled the double doors open, her arms dropping to her sides as she did so. She wished she hadn't come to look; the first thing she saw was Deidara's body slumping to the floor, his eyes staring at her with a glassy look. The rest of them were similarly placed, blood everywhere, and their bodies drained of life. Unable to do a thing, Angel looked back up, staring into the eyes of Bokun, with them being the last thing she saw before falling to her knees, clutching her head and screaming.

Deidara had simply been feeling uncomfortable. He knew with everything that was going on with Angel, he should be taking more care of her. And now with the idea that learning these abilities; learning to fly might bring Bokun back, she was beginning to freak out at the possibility of them getting hurt. When Deidara saw how worried she got he felt so guilty for not being able to do more. So he found himself wandering through the corridors of the hideout, and soon looked up to see he was standing outside her door. They'd now moved her into the spare room, considering she and Deidara weren't actually going out. He knew he shouldn't have been there; she was still recovering from her injuries, and on top of that, she had trained with Kisame today. Extensively. So going up to her and interrupting her sleep pattern wasn't something he particularly wanted.

But he had to make sure she was okay.

Slipping inside the room, closing the door without a sound, Deidara slowly walked over to her bedside, smiling lovingly down at her sleeping form. Sighing at knowing he wouldn't be able to leave her now that he was there, he pulled a chair up to the bed and sat down, afraid to even hold her hand in the same way he had done before, just in case she woke up. He was being stupid, he knew that, and he stood up to leave, shaking his head at the idea of coming there in the first place. But the moment he looked back at her in a way of saying goodbye he instantly sat down again. If he had to sleep there, he would. Having her there would help him to sleep.

Though he woke up about an hour later, shaking off the lethargy from sleeping in a chair, looking over at Angel to see what was wrong. Her eyes fluttering underneath her eyelids, her face creased in pain and fear, and she began mumbling in her sleep, jerking her body as the nightmare became worse. Deidara was torn between wanting to wake her up to stop the nightmare, and not knowing how she would react to him waking her up from something that had to be pretty personal. But Angel decided for him as she suddenly sat bolt upright, her mouth opened and ready to scream. Deidara was next to her in an instant, the scream cut off within a second of it starting as he gently took her in his arms, holding her against him and rocking her slowly. It was all she could do to cling to him and try to stop the tears silently running down her face.

Stroking her face, wishing he had woken her up earlier, before she had to go through the nightmare, he whispered comforting words, looking down at her as she whispered,

"He's going to come for me, Dei...he's going to hurt you."

Shaking his head at the fear in her eyes, he pulled her even closer, softly pressing his lips up against her forehead for a second, pulling back to show a smile that fluttered onto his face for a couple of seconds, before disappearing again. Unable to understand his actions, Angel nestled herself into him, burying her head into his chest, the tears slowly stopping. Deidara shifted to allow this, and then began cradling her again, whispering in return,

"No, Angel-kun. He's not going to come. He's not going to hurt any of us, and certainly not you." Pausing, he continued rocking her, but his face now fell into a glare as he added darkly,

"No one is going to hurt you, un."

Especially not now he'd seen what an effect Bokun had had on her.