Unchangeable Chapter 2: Night Sky, a naruto fanfic

A/N: So when I wrote this shit, I was like grade 9 and I have a very important examination - high school entrance examination in my country and I had to study pretty hard and my brain was kinda malfunctioning. I needed a source of entertainment, so I simply wrote fiction for fun when I'm too stressed and there was no logic at all in what I wrote. Actually chapter 1 should have been the worst but after I had finished my exam I read it again and realised it was too horrible to accept so I wrote a completely new chapter 1 - yeah that's why it sounds even better than chapter 2 and 3. Now the worst is chapter 2 because I've kept most of my original version and I cannot figure out a way to fix all the mess I've caused in it. Surely, I've tried my best to make it sound better, but you wouldn't be able to tell how many times I've cringed reading all the saccharine, silly words and the plot I wrote only two months ago when I was editing and fixing everything, including my grammar errors and use of vocabulary. I have to say especially in chapter 2 and 3 Deidara and Kurotsuchi were too OCC for my liking but I didn't know how to fix it so I simply let it be as it is 〒▽〒

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

February the next year was different. She had nobody to visit the Winter Festival with, which was quite disappointing as she always looked forward to this occasion every single year.

And the fact that Deidara had been the one who used to accompany her just gave Kurotsuchi all the more reason to feel upset.

Onoki was invariably too busy to go as most people in the office wanted to knock off work early to spend time with their family this very day. Her friends would agree to go with her but they had different interests so the group might have to separate and go in different directions. Right, and it had been Deidara, only Deidara who had kept her company from start to finish, who had listened to all her rambling without questioning, who had seemed to be interested in what she had liked and whose interests she had liked - crazy people understand one another pretty easily.

But then his love for, that was to say obsession about, one of his interests - explosion had become kinda feral. It had driven him insane and the reality remained that, illegally of course, he had left Iwagakure to pursue it.

He had left her, had left all those festivals, fond memories and their relationship. 'What the hell is he thinking?'

That year, she couldn't be bothered to give the festival a glance.

She knew she would see parents and their childrens, couples or two close friends together and a whole host of painful things, or at least they were painful to her. She hated the fact that somewhere deep inside her was waiting. Yes, she waited for him to… do what? She waited for him to do something but she was quite sure he was now causing trouble somewhere and did not remember about her at all. 'What not abandoning me means?'

She opted for staying in her bedroom sharpening her weapons. It was quite a useful thing to do, after all. She couldn't help feeling a little empty, or maybe not only a little, as if she lacked something really important.

She hadn't heard from him for a time, but anyway, how could she, right?

"I'm becoming stupid these days, and that's all because of you Deidara, and I hate you and loathe all the stupid things you are doing. Why am I always missing you when you simply forget me, yes you abandon me, and just go on with your stupid stupid stupid kinjutsu feeling so content about life. You left the village betrayed and me devastated. Why could you be so cruel, huhhhhh?"

She stared at the ceiling, her eyes growing a bit misty.

"Man, it's a bad thing I don't have anyone to go with in this year's Winter Festival…."

It was exactly 2:00 AM and she was still unable to have a wink of sleep.

"You promised you would not abandon me, you asshole…", she murmured sleepily.

"What? Which asshole? Me, hmm? Yes, wait no I'm not, so I did promise you that but-"

"WHAT THE HELL?"

"Hey I mean-"

"Who's over there?" She cautiously asked, jumping out of bed with her hands holding kunais. She started to realise what a wise decision it was to spend all night sharpening her weapons.

"I'm fucking tired and give me a break; it's the Winter Festival today and at least you should behave nicely for at least this one day a year you know!" Kurotsuchi growled, "I have no valuables for you to steal and fuck you if you want to kidnap me for confidential information."

Every time she spoke out a sentence, she threw weapons once, and directly at the person in front of her hidden in the darkness. If there was anyone who was brave enough to break into her - Tsuchikage's granddaughter's private room, they must either be crazy or have a special kind of power making them so confident.

She noticed the windows were wide open, even though she had barely heard anything, which meant the latter was more convincing. Or perhaps both were correct.

And the fact that no attack from her seemed to have any discernible effect further confirmed that thought.

"Oh no life sucks. I really don't want to lose my sleep tonight."

Kurotsuchi hated all nukenins in the world. They were so self-centred they couldn't spare a thought for anyone but them. They don't care about others' sufferings. The civilians' sufferings. The village's sufferings. Their friends' sufferings – those who trusted them's suffering, physically or mentally, that didn't matter. After years she spent in her village, she realised nothing but the fact that it was so great, so beautiful and she would love to remain loyal to it till the last day of her life. Why couldn't all the missing-nin realise that?

Why couldn't he realise that? What the hell is art? Is art destroying precious things of other people and does it require such ignoble betrayals?

Again, she hated all nukenins in the world. Her feelings had turned stone cold towards them and she hated hated hated all of them, even Deidara.

Or at least, that was what she had told herself.

The light being switched on, her eyes were dazzled. She immediately drew back lest the other person start to assail or capture her alive.

But nothing happened.

The girl cast an eye all over the room, "What are you going to do?", before her gaze fell on him - the very person she was thinking about all day round. The blond stood there, slightly smirking. He was smirking derisively at her after his clone of clay had parried all her attacks. She frowned.

Well then it was pretty clear to her that he was here as an abductor.

"I only come here to see you, don't-"

"No you're not, there's no use lying here. It's not as if I would believe you."

"So what can I do to make you believe me?"

"Nothing, you traitor!" She was about to perform some sort of hand seal, but a large clay bird breaking the window and flying into her room took her aback. Seizing the opportunity, Deidara grabbed her wrist, his clay centipede quick to wrap her tightly. "Look, I fucking know you are here not that well-intentioned. I used to think leaving me was the worst thing you could do, but now it seems you may do worse: you may even abduct and-" She tried to verbally assault him while secretly devising a plan in her mind. Alright, she was going to spit quicklime out at his ugly face and rip this disgusting centipede to pieces, and…

"No, I won't. I'm sorry but this is the only way I can make you stay still, un. You won't listen."

"You're right, and I never will. Shut up."

He was aware she was trying to do something with her chakra. "No, don't cause me more trouble." In next to no time, just as she did to him only several months before, he planted a kiss on her nose, and that was before he almost moved it to her lips. 'WHAT THE HELL?' Deidara knew it. He knew it would work, and it really blew every complex course of action to escape she had dreamt up out of her head. Violently. Kurotsuchi hastily tilted her head back and shook it for dear life so he had to pull away.

She gaped open-mouthed at him and yelled, "Ew, stop it you pervert!"

'What? You did this to me, too. Probably for a longer period also... Mmm..." Kurotsuchi wondered why he could be so thick-skinned, not seeming to be disheartened whatsoever after seeing all her negative responses.

"So what? You still have to fuck off right now and let me sleep! I have fucking nothing to do with you and I hate you and-"

"I haven't done anything to hurt you physically, okay? Don't be so-"

"Shut up and let me talk! Now I'm not in the mood to argue and fight, you know. Now I'll give you the chance to think twice and lea-"

"Nor am I going here to fight." He tried to explain, "I did promise I wouldn't abandon you, and here I am, after all. I mean-"

"What the fucking nonsense are you talking about?" She believed what a nukenin said was bullshit. What a nukenin used to say was also bullshit. What he had said that night was unmitigated bullshit.

"I'm trying to say I'm not abandoning you! As I've promised"

"Haha… Nor abandoning me?" She smiled bitterly, "You're very ridiculous…"

He held her shoulders "But I did not say I wouldn't leave the village." A cold wind blew into her room and she, involuntarily or not, got goosebumps. "But I am here, to see you, because of you, I don't leave or abandon you, to say nothing of kidnapping you, yeah."

'Shit,' she cursed to herself. She bit her cheek and glared at him.

Standing in front of her was Deidara. He was Deidara. He was her former friend. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He always smirked in an ugly way. He was impulsive and uncaring. All the memories were conjured up in the moment she had never expected. But then she realised he now wore a black coat decorated with silly red clouds. He oozed danger. He was a traitor. A murderer. And an abductor, probably. As awful images of him ruining things and fleeing the village right before her eyes suddenly wash over the kunoichi, tears unconsciously welled up in her eyes.

"No..." He wasn't Deidara. There was no former friend here. He was now Iwagakure's enemy. Her enemy. And she had lost a friend.

"Stop rambling gibberish, you're only rubbing salt to my injuries. Leave if you want to. You don't need to do anything to prove you're not abandoning me. You selfish bastard have nothing to do with me now. I've had it up to here with you!" Finally, tears rolling down her cheeks, she ripped his clay centipede apart and did what she had wanted for so long: punching him. But he was another clone and in a miraculous way, she found herself wrapped more securely and by another centipede. "Damn!"

He noticed her eyes constantly glancing at him and at the Akatsuki symbol on his cloak.

"No, you've not, un."

"And you never will." The blond took off the cloak as well as his forehead protector, briefly wiping her tears before carrying her onto his clay bird. "You're kidnapping me, and your words just fail to tie in with what you're doing!" She gritted her teeth.

"I will bring you back to your room later, hmm. This is a mess and we should get out and breathe some fresh air outside."

"Liar!"

"See for yourself." The boy shrugged his shoulders.

They travelled outside, out of her room and through a severely broken window. When both of them had sat on the bird, he stopped tying her up and looked her in the eye - he didn't need to look to know where his bird was flying, or in fact he didn't care. Deidara often stood on his bird, yet he had never actually sat on it. But today he had tried doing so and wondered if the horse riders he had seen felt just the same when they rode their own horse in the air.

"I'm going to jump down, thanks for giving me a ch-". The bird suddenly plunged, throwing her off balance.

She switched from verbally offending him for the purpose of making plans to doing so because she wanted to, "Oh shit fuck you Deidara, what the hell are you doing, bastard!? You're an asshole who is stupid and crazy! You've lost your sanity and you've fucked up my sleep and you…". She paused as she saw him grinning. Kurotsuchi hated his grin. When he grinned, it was an indication that something unpleasant was going to happen. He turned his back against her.

"DAMN!"

The bird flew at an extremely fast pace. And in a brainless while when she forgot other and better solutions, Kurotsuchi had clung to the person in front of her, or in other words, Deidara. "No…no…noooooo one day I will kick your ass!"

His clay bird plunged, without warning, again, and she, on instinct, clung to him with more force. The black-haired was too distraught to say or do anything else. Her arms wrapped him tightly, securely and, much to her exasperation, as if she felt safe with his presence, for the time being.

She embraced him from the back, and seemed gradually more comfortable with the position they were in and accustomed to his body temperature amid the cold, pitch dark night sky. She uncomfortably closed her eyes and pressed her cheek on his shoulder – she had no choice, she had no fucking choice and the only thing that could give her her peace of mind was her position attached to him. By Kurotsuchi herself. 'Is it because life sucks or because I've done something wrong with God?'

Everything was all in his calculations, however.

After a while travelling at break-neck speed, the bird gradually slowed its pace. Yet the thing was, she still held him, maybe even a bit too tight. "Hey, don't you realise I've slowed down, hmmm? But you're holding me and you look pretty beautiful this way. Keep on doing that, mmm" The blond teased her jovially.

No reply was given, and he noticed her weeping. Deidara didn't know why she did it, but he despised silence. He preferred noises and big, loud sounds like that of a marvellous explosion. But Kurotsuchi's hurting sobs sounded worse – he preferred silence to them.

"Don't even talk to me…". Whether she had every reason to cry or none at all, she would do that. Intense feelings were impossible to contain and they pushed her much-needed calm out of the window. Why did she have to face him then? Why did this asshole come to visit her out of nowhere? out of no reason? Why was he behaving as if he had cared for her when he was actually not? Everything was a mess and she could find no method with which she could disentangle herself from the mess. Probably she was the mess. No, in fact he was the mess. She thought he was always content with losing touch with all his acquaintances. But if he was here to kidnap her, everything made sense. Wait, no nothing just made sense whatever happened. She was crazy. He was crazy. Nothing is not crazy in this crazy situation.

He wiped her tears so that she could look up and catch sight of his face.

"Stop crying, I'm with you now. Why should you cry?"

Her last barrier was going to break down. It really, really wanted to break down. She saw his familiar face, every feature she always remembered, she saw no Akatsuki symbol and no forehead protector with their, actually her, village's symbol being crossed. (Damn clever bastard!) And she saw him. She saw a seemingly unchanged Deidara. His casual voice. His behaviour. His attitude.

Her stupid stupid stupid super stupid heart told her that he was Deidara. And then again, she believed it.

Kurotsuchi held Deidara, yet another time, but she knew full well she did not do this on instinct or because she was forced to. Actually yes, but it was her heart and intuition that forced her to do it. She feared that might be the last time she had the chance to. She was still crying, because at the same time she was aware that this Deidara would never be the same as he had been before. Probably that was the last chance of all her last chances.

It looked as if he could read her thoughts.

"I will come back in one day, I promise."

"Shut up."

"You're deliberately holding me, eh?"

"No, shut up."

He did nothing but chuckled and happily wrapped his arms around her waist, her tears rolling down her cheeks among his fits of laughter.

"You're ridiculous, haha, but cute anyway. Your words just fail to tie in with what you're doing, but you're still cute. I still love you, hmmm."

"I hate you…"

"I love you, too."

"What the fuck are you saying? Stop it and shut the fuck up!"

"Okay, sorry for pushing you a little too much, but-"

"SHUT UPPP!"

He grinned, "Nah, you cannot force me to, unless you do something, mmm. Kurotsuchi, do something. You know what I mea-" In a heartbeat, she leaned forward to press her lips against his. And immediately in response to her bold act, he tightened his grip on her waist when she placed her hands on his shoulders. The blond later ran a hand through her hair, pulling her head up so that he could deepen their kiss. Emotions were boiling in her blood. She just clung as tightly as possible to his shirt and didn't know what else to do.

They were kissing, and she didn't know anything better. She didn't know what it meant. Probably she didn't care either.

After a few seconds, she pulled away. Her head was spinning. She really didn't know what to feel and what to say next. "I hate you." Eventually, Kurotsuchi breathed out awkwardly.

"And I love you, too."

"Hey that's unfair - you said you would stop talking if I stop you like that!"

"Nah I did not, in so many words. But I will, if you mind doing that once again." He answered, unable to disguise his glee at her situation. Deidara was still embracing her, revelling in it till the last second she let that happen.

"No, fuck you!"

"See? You're starting to believe what I say and do what you think I suggest, mmm?" He knew her hands were still placed comfortably and firmly on his shoulders. She was unconsciously getting used to him. Or it was just she was unwilling to admit that.

"Okay, I'm stupid. And if you're not lying to me, bring me back home. RIGHT NOW."

"Yes, sorry I'm a little too happy." He stroked her hair.

"And I'm not happy at all."

He chuckled, but did what he had said. In her room, she was filled with anger again witnessing her unusable window.

"How are you going to explain this?", she glared at the blond. "Tell your grandfather some naughty kids whilst playing have accidentally thrown a stone into your room.", giggled Deidara, "and then escaped."

She rolled her eyes. "A stone could never cause such damage."

"Well then a lot of stones could! Forget that, I visit you on this big day because today is a holiday and all the guards couldn't wait to come home spending time with their family. Breaking into this village is dead easy."

"And I should tell this to that stubborn old man. Now fuck off."

"You're hurting me using such colourful languages." Deidara smiled, "But I do guess I may have to go now. I will come back, I promise." He waved his hand nonchalantly, "See ya."

She wanted to tell him to get out of her room as fast as possible. She intended to remind him that he should never come and see her once again. But in front of her eyes, now he was going to leave.

"Wait!" As if the black-haired had just recalled something especially important, she stepped closer to him, before reluctantly planting a brief kiss on his cheek.

"What?"

She was a young, callow, impressionable, and a little impetuous adolescent, after all.

Alright, you must have noticed that Kurotsuchi swears a lot. And Deidara is not as insane as he was presented in both the manga and the anime. I know this sounds very very absurd because I myself am an avid reader and I hate it when the characters in the story I read about other couples I like is too OCC. Okay and I can explain the latter: Deidara didn't seem as insane cuz I didn't know how to incorporate his insanity into a romantic story. But about Kurotsuchi? I don't know what it's like in other places but in my country I and my peers swear pretty often and it somehow makes our conversation more friendly (and perhaps more intimate?) because we don't swear when we're with people we are not close to. And I have to say that Kurotsuchi is depicted based on me and my personality myself, so when I swear a lot, she swears a lot, too (and you'll soon notice I mostly wrote this in her POV). Yet if you find this too irritating when you read, just let me know I'll fix it either way.

I love this couple just as I love you ^_^ Have a nice day:Đ