Monday, April 30, 2007

You know what? I'm bored. And for some reason, I feel like posting some stuff from my fanfics. Maybe someone else is bored and wants to read something I wrote? Who knows? I wish this site had a fanfic section...I'm too freaked out to start posting stuff at fanfiction.net right now. The people there attack fanfics like crazy. My self-esteem ain't at its highest right now, to tell the truth, so yeah.

Anyway, here's something to my Akatsuki fanfic thingy...with Hidan/OC and small bits of Itachi/OC as well. I wrote this based on a dream and stuff, so it's not the best. I love Hidan with Kakuzu, but it's so rare to see him with a girl...and I dunno. Hidan needs some love, peeps! The POV is of my character, Rose. Oh yeah, and there's a lemon...i think. Maybe it's a lime. Oh well.

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I got the news shortly after it had happened. Kakuzu and Hidan had been ambushed. Kakuzu had been killed. Hidan was buried alive. The reports were simple and to the point. I knew Itachi didn’t want to elaborate. He gave me a hard stare, as if waiting for me to respond.

“What are you going to do?” he finally asked.

I lay on my bed, clutching my pillow tightly. Hidan was still alive somewhere. That thought alone gave me some strength. It’s not like I loved the guy. I’d never been in love, so really, how could I be in love with him? But Hidan and I…we…we’d been close. I bit my lip and sighed. “Isn’t it obvious?” I mumbled. I sat up. “I’m going to bring him back.”

“How do you expect to do that without causing a disturbance?”

“You doubt me, Itachi?”

“Yes.”

I smiled slightly. “I’m not leaving him to rot in a bunch of pieces under the earth.”

“What makes you think Leader-sama will agree to this?”

“Hidan is a member of Akatsuki. One of the most dangerous, right? I have a hard time believing that Leader-sama will dismiss my proposal to go get him so easily.”

Itachi looked as if he wanted to keep arguing with me. “You’re a fool,” he growled.

I shrugged as I got off the bed. “Maybe.” When I told the Leader what I planned to do, he seemed surprised that I’d actually bring the topic up. Apparently he had just wanted to leave Hidan where he was. Deidara then had to inquire as to how we would put the religious man back to together once he was brought back. Kakuzu was no longer alive, and he had been the only one able to fix Hidan when he was separated from his body parts.

I tentatively mentioned finding someone who could sew and do healing jutsus. The only person I knew who could do these things was the blue-haired Akatsuki member I had first met. I didn’t know her name, but I did know she was the only medical ninja in Akatsuki and quite skilled. Leader-sama gave a nod and threw me a shovel. “Going alone wouldn’t be a wise course of action,” he said. “Tobi, go with her.” Tobi perked up excitedly from where he was and came to stand beside me. “Bring Hidan back, all of him,” Leader-sama ordered.

Tobi and I bowed before heading out of the Akatsuki lair. “Do you know where Hidan-san is buried, Rose-san?” Tobi asked as we ran.

“Itachi said it’s within Konoha territory,” I replied. “Let’s pray that none of their forces are patrolling the area.” When we reached the supposed coordinates, I began kicking at the ground to see what part had been recently dug up. A patch between several trees caught my attention. I dug the shovel into the earth, noting that it was slightly more hollow. “Tobi, let’s start digging right here.”

“Hai, Rose-san.”

The moment I put my shovel in the ground, I knew this wouldn’t be easy. Hidan could be hundreds of feet underground in hundreds of pieces. After about an hour, I needed a rest. Tobi was kind enough to get me some water. “At the rate we’re going, this’ll take weeks,” I mumbled. “Hey Tobi, do you have any exploding notes?”

“I do, actually,” he said cheerfully. “Do you want them?”

“Yeah. If we can blow most of this stuff away, then it’ll make our job a bit easier.” He handed me all of his exploding notes. I placed them inside the hole and grabbed Tobi to go hide before they went off. The explosion was loud and sent debris flying. But it had worked. Hopefully it wouldn’t take us as long to find Hidan now. Tobi and I were digging long into the night and until noon the next day. I was tired, dirty, hungry, and thirsty. But I was not about to give up.

“Rose-san, do you want me to get you something to eat?” Tobi called. He had climbed back up the hole.

“I’m fine,” I answered, wiping sweat from my forehead. I was just about to continue digging when I noticed something among the dirt and rocks. It was a hand. I gasped and fell to my knees. I started digging with my hands, not caring that I was getting cuts and bruises. I smiled slightly. It was Hidan’s hand. I pulled the limb from the rubble and placed it in the bag that the Leader had given me. I kept finding more of Hidan’s body parts. I started to panic. Where was his head? I turned to scan the area and saw what looks like tiny tufts of silver hair sticking out of some of the rocks.

I crawled over and started digging with my hands again. I felt something smooth and held back a sob. I cleared away the dirt to see Hidan’s head blinking and staring back at me. “The hell?” he said.

He was covered in blood. Any other time I would have vomited at the sight. But I was just so happy to see him. The tears started to fall; slowly at first, before they began to fall down my cheeks like waterfalls.

“Hey, stop it!” he growled.

My tears had fallen on his face. He was scowling at me. I smiled and wiped away the tears. “Sorry,” I muttered. “I’m just so happy to see you.”

“Why are you here?”

“I came to dig you out.”

Hidan snorted. “I’m in a hundred fucking pieces. Good luck.”

“I’ve already found most of you.”

“Seriously? How much is left?”

I shrugged. “Not sure.”

“Rose-san, what’s going on down there?” Tobi called.

“Oh hell no. You brought the fucktard?”

“Hey, Tobi’s reliable,” I argued back. “I found him, Tobi!”

“Really? You found Hidan-san? Hi, Hidan-san!”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Hidan hissed. “Where’s Kakuzu?”

I avoided his gaze. “He’s dead.”

Hidan seemed shocked. “He is?” I nodded. “Well it’s about time. That bastard was alive for too long, seriously.”

“He was your partner, Hidan.”

“So?”

“So, he was only the one who could put you back together.”

That realization seemed to hit him full force unexpectedly. He was only able to utter one word.

“Fuck.”

***

After gathering all of his remains, I started my long climb back up the hole. Hidan wasn’t making this any easier. He had insisted that I carry his head with one hand while I held his other parts in the bag. That left me to climb the dirt wall with just my feet. Luckily, I had been taught how to use my chakra when climbing, otherwise, I’d be in deep shit.

“You’re pulling my hair,” Hidan whined.

“Shut up,” I snapped. “Or I’ll stuff you in with your arms and legs.”

“You’re a bitch.”

“Yep and this bitch just saved your goddamn life. So stop complaining, shithead.”

There was a pause. “I’ve corrupted you,” he said with a chuckle. “You used to be such a good girl.”

“Good girls are overrated.”

Hidan sighed deeply. “Shame. That was one of the things I liked about you, Rose.”

I felt my temper flare up. I brought his head inches from mine to glare at him. He looked amused. “Would you shut the fuck up?” I said angrily. “You’re gonna ruin my concentration.”

“What concentration? You’re climbing up a fucking wall.”

I was seriously regretting my decision to come rescue him. “Hidan…”

Apparently I had been holding his head too close. The next thing I knew, Hidan’s mouth was pressing against mine in earnest. I was shocked first and disgusted second. Kissing a severed head was definitely the most disturbing things to ever happen to me. It didn’t help that he was still bleeding. I pulled away from him, glaring at him angrily.

“That wasn’t funny,” I hissed.

Hidan disagreed. He was laughing at me. I sighed heavily and continued my journey up the hill. Maybe I could spite him and throw his head back into the hole once I reached the top. Nah…I wasn’t that cruel.

***

When I presented Hidan’s limbs to the Leader, he gave me a skeptical look. “Are you sure he’s all here?”

“Positive,” I answered.

“All right. Bring him to the medical ward.”

I nodded and carried the bag and Hidan’s head down the hall. “Was it just me, or did the Leader look disturbed when you showed me to him?” Hidan mumbled.

“Leader-sama doesn’t get disturbed, Hidan. Least of all by you.”

“I swear I saw him twitch though.”

“Yeah, keep thinking that.”







***

I was perfectly content being in my room alone. But I guess Hidan wasn’t. He tried to be all sneaky, as if I couldn’t hear his heavy footsteps moving towards my bed. I was glad that he had been put back together. As annoying as he was, life just hadn’t been the same without him around.

He laid himself right next to me on the bed. I turned to look at him. “Can I help you?” I asked.

“I just wanted to come see you,” he said.

“Well you’ve seen me.” I turned on my side.

“Wiseass,” he grumbled. I felt one of his arms wrap around my waist. I stiffened at the contact. I didn’t like being touched. Hidan seemed to pull me closer to his body.

“Hidan, what are you doing?” I snapped.

“Holding you. Is that a crime now?”

I didn’t respond. I didn’t like him being so close. Hidan wasn’t an affectionate person, so I was confused as to why he suddenly wanted to ‘hold me.’ I was starting to get uncomfortable on my side and turned around. Hidan stared right back at me, his pale violet eyes watching me closely.

“What?” I growled. His arm tightened around me. His breath was warm against my face. I could feel one of his fingers making circles along my waist. “Hidan…” I said warningly.

“I’m not gonna kill you or anything. Calm down.”

“You’re too close.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Your attitude is starting to remind me of red-eye’s.” I opted to ignore that comment. “You’ve been spending too much time with him,” he continued.

“Hidan, shut the fuck up,” I hissed. “I have a fucking headache right now. I’m not in the mood for your bullshit.”

He stared at me with wide eyes and his mouth agape. Satisfied, I smirked and closed my eyes. “I fucking love you,” he said breathlessly. I opened my eye a fraction in confusion. Hidan looked like his god had suddenly appeared before him. His face kept coming closer to mine until I was sure he wasn’t fooling around. He was serious! I backed away. I didn’t move away fast enough because the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine.

I wanted to be mad. My head was POUNDING, like someone had put a boom-box in my head on high volume. And yet I was kissing Hidan…who, at the moment, I had to remember I didn’t like. For a man of faith (yeah, SURE he is), he knew how to kiss. I wasn’t well-versed in kissing, but I knew what was bad and what was downright sexy.

His eyes were closed. That was a good thing. There’s nothing scarier than kissing someone with their eyes wide open and staring at you. His lips were soft. Another good thing. Nobody wants to kiss someone with hard, chapped lips. Yech. He wasn’t suffocating me. I could actually breathe as we kissed. He used his tongue against my lips to gain entrance into my mouth. That’s a sexy technique. Most people think it’s disgusting. It’s really not. He was moaning. I can’t describe how aroused I got when I heard him moan.

I broke the kiss first and tried to talk to him. No good. Hidan’s mouth had found my neck and was having its fun there. I arched up and gasped. Why was he so damn good at this? He pinned me against the bed, shrugging off his cloak. I ran my hands up and down his scarred chest.

“Hidan,” I growled.

“Fucking…need…you…” he mumbled against my ear. His teeth bit down on my neck and I yelped.

“Ow! Fuck you, that hurt!” I cried holding the spot he had bit.

He smirked as he licked the blood from his lips. “You taste good.”

“Hidan, why are you doing this? Didn’t you make a vow of chastity or something in your sect?”

“No,” he replied. “I’m just thanking you for bringing me back.”

I blinked a few times. “Thanking me?”

“Yeah.” His mouth closed over mine again. I held him tightly, knowing that such intimacy would never happen again in my life. My fingers danced in his hair as we kissed. My clothes found themselves on the floor. Hidan hovered over me as he prepared to enter me. His first thrust had me arching up against him, moaning his name loudly. He’d never done this before and neither had I. His hands were everywhere as we moved as one. I gasped and clung to him as he brought me to my climax. “Fuck,” he muttered as a shudder ran through him.

I stared up at him with glazed eyes and smiled. “That was fun,” I said. He grunted in response. He then leaned over the side of the bed. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m going to save you,” he answered.

“Save me?” I chuckled. “From what?”

He smiled as he looked back at me, brandishing a large dagger. I paled. “Your sins,” he replied.

My eyes widened. “M-My sins? Hidan…what?”

He brought the weapon against my abdomen and stroked the tip against the skin gently. “You can still go to Heaven, Rose. It’s not too late to be saved by Jashin-sama.”

“H-Hidan…I thought you…”

He rolled his eyes. “My religion is strict, Rose.”

“Then why didn’t you kill me before? You had so many opportunities.”

“I liked you.”

My heart felt like it was breaking in two. I had given myself to this lunatic and he was going to kill me. I inhaled sharply. “And now?” I asked softly.

“I told you. I love you.”

“Love me?” I laughed sadly. “This is how you show your love?”

“Yeah. I’m fucking sending you to Heaven, Rose. You should be grateful.”

“I’m not.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Fine. Go out hating me. I don’t really give a fuck.”

Tears formed in my eyes. “I fucking saved your life,” I whispered. “I brought you back. How could you do this to me?”

“I’m doing you a favor.”

“I hate you.”

He sneered. “Suit yourself.” He lifted the dagger. “Good bye, Rose.” I watched as he plunged the weapon down into my abdomen. I’d been trying to prepare myself, but it was no use. I screamed when it pierced me. My tears fell. I could feel my blood pouring from the wound. I tried looking down, but I was so scared; so sad. I looked up into Hidan’s face. He leaned down towards me and brushed his hand against my cheek. “I envy you,” he mumbled. “You’ll be able to see Jashin-sama.”

“H-Hidan,” I sobbed. He gently kissed my cheek, then my forehead, and then my eyelids.

“I love you, Rose. I love you so much that I’m sending you to Heaven. I want you to be happy.”

“…happy?” I choked. “I still have so much left to do…I wanted to get married…I…I wanted…”

“Shh,” he put his finger to my lips. “It’s gonna be all right. It’ll be over soon.”

“Hidan…”

“Yeah?”

“…I fucking hate you.”

He seemed to smile sadly. “Yeah, I figured you would. Nobody ever understands that I’m just trying to save them.” I saw wetness on his cheeks. He was crying.

I could feel myself slipping away. Everything around me was blurry. I looked back up into Hidan’s face, but he was turned away. His body was shaking. I felt enormous pain in my chest as my heart cracked. He really did…care. I reached out to touch his arm and he turned his head slightly. I smiled at him.

“Thank you, Hidan,” I whispered. “I…I’m glad I met you.”

He let out a sob. “I’m fucking crying like a pansy,” he snarled, wiping at his eyes. “I’ll bury you somewhere nice, Rose. I promise.”

“Thanks…”

“I’ll say a prayer for you too.”

I felt myself plunging into darkness. “I love you…”

His hand touched my cheek again. “Hypocrite. You said you hated me before.”

“I…lied…” I closed my eyes.

“I love you too, Rose. Wait for me. I’ll join you up there someday.”

“…okay…”

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Normal POV:

Hidan couldn’t stop the tears. Rose looked so serene and peaceful as she lay dead. He pulled the dagger out and put her hands over her chest. He grabbed his rosary and whispered a prayer before kissing the beads. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Rest in peace, Rose,” he mumbled. He stood up and was about to wrap her cloak around her body when he realized that Itachi and Deidara would be pissed when they found out. Hell, even the Leader would be angry. I’m so fucked, he thought.

There was a knock on the door and Hidan jumped. “Rose, it’s me, un,” Deidara said through the door. “You up?”

SHIIIIIIT!!!! Hidan screamed in his mind. What do I do? I don’t have time to bury her! He glanced at her and then to the dark closet in the corner of the room. Forgive me, Rose. I’ll bury you later. He rushed into the closet with his clothes and locked the door. A few minutes later, Deidara broke down the bedroom door.

“Jeez, Rose, why’s it so dark in here?” he said turning on the light. He gasped when he saw her on the bed. “Rose!” He rushed to her side. “Who the hell did this to you?” He felt her neck for a pulse. “Dammit…” He looked around, trying to see if the murderer was hiding. “When I find out who did this…” he hissed.

“How’s Rose-san, Deidara-senpai?” Tobi asked casually. He then caught sight of his friend and let out a cry. “Rose-san?! What’s wrong with her, senpai? Why isn’t she breathing?”

Deidara glared at him, tears threatening to spill down his face. “She’s dead, you idiot. Go tell the others.”

“H-Hai!” Tobi ran from the room, crying.

Deidara gently lifted Rose off the bed, covering her with her cloak. He bowed his head in anguish as he carried her out of her room. Once Hidan was sure the blonde was gone, he exited the closet and hurried out of the room to his own. He knew he was screwed, one way or another.

***

“Slow down, Tobi,” Kisame growled. “What’d you say?”

“Rose-san is dead, Kisame-san!” the masked member wailed. “Deidara-senpai found her!”

Kisame looked surprised and glanced back at his partner. Itachi looked murderous. But then again, he usually did. His Sharingan was swirling. Kisame gulped and tentatively pat Tobi on the shoulder. “Calm down,” he said.

“Where is Deidara now?” Itachi hissed.

Tobi sniffed. “He was still in Rose-san’s room when I left.”

“Go inform the Leader about what’s happened.”

“What are you going to do, Itachi?” Kisame asked.

The Uchiha glared at him. “Something I should have done long ago.” He strode out of the room, looking more pissed than the Mist ninja had ever seen him.

***

Deidara was hurrying down the hallway, trying desperately to stop the on-slot of tears that threatened to spill down his face. Rose hadn’t done anything to merit being killed the way she had. She’d been innocent. He saw Itachi and cast a wary glance at him. The Uchiha stopped walking once he was in front of the blonde. He lifted the cloak from Rose’s face and stared at her.

Deidara watched as he brought a hand up to caress the side of her cheek. “Keep her safe,” he mumbled.

The blonde blinked. “Why wouldn’t I, un?”

Itachi narrowed his eyes further. “Just keep her safe, Deidara.”

He strode away again, leaving Deidara to ponder just what the Uchiha had meant. Deidara shrugged before running down the hall towards the Leader’s room. Tobi and Kisame were already there. The Leader looked ready to kill.

“Put her down here,” he ordered. He motioned for the blue-haired woman beside him to examine her. “Is it bad?”

Deidara was confused. Rose was dead, wasn’t she? Of course it was bad. The other woman pursed her lips. “Whoever stabbed her wanted her to feel as little pain as possible,” she stated. “They avoided major vital areas.”

“And? What of her condition?”

“I’ll have to heal some parts, but she should be fine.”

“Wait,” Deidara interrupted, voicing both Tobi and Kisame’s thoughts. “Rose isn’t dead?”

“She appears dead,” the blue-haired woman replied. “But she is in fact alive.”

“How?”

“She has some sort of regenerative ability that has allowed her to survive,” the Leader explained. “This is the reason I allowed her to stay here with us.”

“So she’s like Hidan?” Kisame asked.

“In the immortal sense, yes. But she doesn’t intentionally stab herself.”

“How did you find out about her abilities, Leader-sama?” Tobi wondered.

“I ordered Kakuzu and Hidan to go find her that day they brought her in. She was unaware that she had just slaughtered everyone from her village. Like I predicted, she had no recollection of killing anyone.”

“Was she possessed?” Deidara said curiously.

“Most likely.”

“Then—”

“Shh,” Blue Hair whispered. “She’s starting to wake up.”

***

Hidan knew not to be surprised when Itachi smashed through his door. He allowed the Uchiha to fix a hand around his neck and squeeze as much as he wanted. “I warned you,” he spat. “I told you not to hurt her.”

Hidan remained quiet. His chest ached terribly. He couldn’t think about defending himself when he knew he was in deep shit. “I saved her,” he finally mumbled. “I sent her to Heaven.”

Itachi’s eyes flashed dangerously. “You killed her. I should kill you.”

“Please, do it. I want to die. I want to be with her.”

The hand tightened around his throat. “I won’t give you that satisfaction, Hidan. You don’t deserve it.”

Lavender eyes regarded him with distaste. “You loved her too.”

Itachi’s eyes widened a fraction before narrowing again. “I might have.” He tightened his hold again. “But that doesn’t matter now.”

Before he could do anything, Tobi came rushing into the room. “Itachi-san! Hidan-san!” He gasped when he saw what Itachi was doing. “I-Itachi-san? Why are you…?”

“He killed Rose,” Itachi replied coldly.

“Hidan-san…killed…?” The masked man shook his head. “Rose-san is alive!”

Itachi turned around quickly, red eyes blazing. “What?!”

Hidan looked equally surprised. “How?” he managed to choke out.

“Leader-sama explained it,” Tobi said. “She was waking up when the others told me to come find you two.”

Itachi narrowed his eyes before dropping Hidan to the floor. He left the room without another word. Tobi hesitated before following him, leaving Hidan alone to ponder his thoughts. She’s alive?! he thought. How the hell…? I saw her die! I felt her slipping away…He got to his feet, nervous and somewhat elated. Does this mean she’s like me…?

***

Rose was indeed alive. Itachi could only stare in mute astonishment as she gave him a smile from where she sat. “Hey,” she greeted. She was acting as though she hadn’t just been dead.

“How are you alive?” he managed to ask.

She thought a moment. “Not sure. The Leader explained it all when I woke up, but it was complicated.”

The Uchiha frowned. “You seem relaxed after everything that’s happened.”

She shrugged. “What? You want me to be all depressed?”

Hidan suddenly stumbled into the room and all eyes locked onto him. No one else but Itachi and Tobi knew that Hidan was the culprit. And Rose, obviously. She was currently looking at the religious man with a strange expression on her face. She looked…happy. But that didn’t make sense, since this was the man that had killed her. Itachi watched her closely.

She stood up and went to Hidan’s side. The silver-haired man stared down at her curiously. “Rose, how are you…?” he began, but she silenced him with a cruel smirk.

She leaned closer so that she could whisper in his ear. “I want to thank you…” Hidan stiffened at the cold tone of voice. “…for setting me free.” He gave her a confused look. Her smirk widened. “I’m not Rose.”

He paled and stared at her wildly. “Then who…?”

“I don’t have a name. I merely reside in this body. I really must thank you for killing off my host. Now I can remain in control all the time.”

“So I really did kill her…?”

She grinned wickedly, showing her teeth. “Yep. The Rose you loved so dearly is long gone. Sorry, sweetheart.”

Hidan glared hatefully at her. “Shut the fuck up, bitch.”

Everyone turned at that. “Hidan, what’s the meaning of this?” the Leader growled. “I was under the impression that you and Rose were extremely close.”

“This…creature isn’t Rose,” he spat. “She’s some kind of demon.”

“I’m insulted, Hidan baby,” the fake cooed. She wrapped her arms around him, but he roughly pushed her away.

“I don’t give a fuck. Stay away from me.”

Itachi walked up to the two of them and regarded Hidan with utter hatred. He then threw his hand against the fake Rose’s throat and pushed her down on the ground. “Itachi?!” Deidara shrieked. “What the hell are you doing, un?!”

“Shut up,” he hissed. He pressed his hand down hard against Rose’s throat. “Where is Rose?”

She smirked. “She’s dead. You can thank Hidan for that.”

Itachi’s Sharingan swirled violently. “You’re lying.”

“Oh? You can tell?”

“Wait, then the real Rose isn’t dead?” Hidan growled.

“She’s trapped,” the fake sneered. “She was betrayed by someone she deeply cared for and refuses to come back. A shame for her, but not for me.”

Itachi released her and whirled around to face Hidan. “You did this to her!” he said venomously. “She’s in Hell because of you!”

Hidan’s eyes widened. “I only wanted to save her, red-eye!” he snapped back. “How was I supposed to know she housed a demonic spirit?”

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ooh, dramatic or what? hehe. I wrote another Akatsuki fic...this time it's kind of a AU Deidara/OC/Hidan/Itachi...yeah. Weird. But it's fun to write ^-^ Oh yeah, and if there's a biiiiiig space inbetween stuff, that means I just kinda jumped through scenes and it's not really in order. =P

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“NATARI!!!!”

“DEIDARA!”

Sasori had to step clear out of the way as his blonde friend ran down the hall and knocked a short brunette girl to the ground in a suffocating hug. He raised an eyebrow as he slowly walked towards them, trying to hide his amusement at the fact that everyone within range was staring at them oddly.

“Was that really necessary, Deidara?” he asked.

The blonde looked up from hugging the girl and grinned. “Give me a break, Sasori, un. I haven’t seen Natari since high school.”

“Yes, which was just last year.”

“You’re no fun, un.”

“Um…Dei? Can you get off me now? I can’t feel my legs…or my butt…” the girl named Natari gasped from under him.

“Heh, sorry about that. My running glomps are dangerous.”

“Ya think?” She dusted herself off as she stood. “Hey, Sasori.”

The red-head nodded to her. “I see you’re also in the art building with us.”

She smiled. “I’m a Visual Arts major; of course I’m gonna be in the art building.”

“So…how’re things?” Deidara pressed, wrapping an arm around Natari’s shoulders.

“Okay, I guess,” she shrugged. “I have class in another half hour. How ‘bout you?”

“Me too!” he cried happily. “What class?”

“Basic drawing.”

“OMG! We have the same class, Nat-chan!”

Sasori and Natari had to put their hands over their ears at his shouting. “That’s great, Dei-Dei,” she mumbled.

“You still call him that?” Sasori said with raised eyebrows.

“It’s habit.”

Deidara smirked. “It’s because I’m her best friend, Sasori. I’m also the only one who can call her Nat-chan, un.”

“Yo, Nat-chan.”

The three turned to see a tall boy with dyed blue hair walking towards them, a shorter man with black hair in a long ponytail trudging along beside him. Deidara puffed out his cheeks indignantly. “Mou, Kisame! I’m the only one allowed to call Nat-chan ‘Nat-chan’, un!” he cried angrily.

The blue-haired man grinned down at the blonde. Natari sighed. “Hey, Kisame.” She looked over at the other man quietly standing beside him. “Hi, Itachi.” He gave a grunt in response, choosing not to physically open his mouth.

“Don’t be such a stiff, Itachi,” Deidara growled. “At least answer her, un.”

Itachi turned his glare on the blonde before looking back at Natari. “Hello, Mizuno.”

“How’s your little brother?” she asked politely.

“He’s well.”

“I think it’s a record,” Deidara whispered to Sasori and Kisame. “He spoke more than one word!” Kisame choked on his laugh.

Natari scowled at her friend. “Stop teasing him, Dei-Dei.”

“Dei-Dei?” Kisame repeated while chuckling.

Deidara glared at him. “Shut up.”







***

“Hey, Deidara-chan.”

Deidara twitched.

“Blondie.”

He clenched his fists. “What, Hidan?” he hissed.

The other man gave a triumphant smirk. “You gonna finish that?” He pointed to the chocolate cake on Deidara’s plate. The blonde blinked and scowled, pushing the desert towards the silver-haired man. Then he remembered that this was Natari’s crush and that she had asked if he could talk to him about her. What was so great about Hidan? He was religious, wasn’t really into art, and swore like a drunken sailor…

Deidara didn’t know what his friend saw in the guy. “Hidan…you know my friend Natari, right?” he started off, wanting to bite his tongue. Natari could do so much better than this guy.

Hidan glanced up from eating the chocolate cake and blinked. “Uh…she’s the short one with brown hair, right? The painter?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, I know her.”

“Do you…think she’s interesting?”

He gave Deidara a confused look. “Interesting how?”

“Well, I mean, if you were to date her (hypothetically, of course), what qualities would you like about her?”

“If I dated her…?” Hidan repeated. “She’s nice, I guess. She doesn’t insult my religion, unlike some people.” He gave a pointed glare at Deidara. “And I guess she’s kinda cute.”

Deidara wanted to wrap his hands around his throat. “So do you like her?” he managed to ask, wishing death upon Hidan.

Hidan shrugged. “Why not.” It was more of a statement than a question. “Do you want me to ask her out or something?”

Fuck no! I want her far, far away from you! “Well,” he said, forcing a smile. “She told me that she kinda likes you. I’m not trying to force you to do anything though, un.”

Hidan smirked. “You’d be okay with her dating another guy? I always thought you two were attached at the hip.”

“We’re best friends, un,” Deidara snarled. “I just want Natari to be happy, and apparently, she thinks she’ll be happy with you.”

“I’ll talk to her in class. See ya, Deidara-chan.” The silver-haired man stood up and emptied his lunch tray. Deidara scowled angrily. That bastard isn’t good enough for Nat-chan, he thought.

Neither Deidara nor Hidan had noticed Itachi sitting behind them. The Uchiha was staring at his lunch, as though trying to burn a hole in it. He had heard everything and he was not happy.


***

Natari felt like shit. Her nose was stuffy, her throat hurt, her head hurt, she was warm, she coughed every couple seconds, and to add insult to her illness, her best friend and boyfriend were arguing with each other over who would take care of her.

“SHE’S MY BEST FRIEND, UN!”

“WHO GIVES A FUCK?! I’M HER FUCKING BOYFRIEND!”

“BEST FRIENDS ARE BETTER, UN!”

“THE HELL? WHAT ARE YOU, 5 YEARS OLD?”

“SHUT UP!”

“YOU FUCKING SHUT UP, BLONDIE!”

“YOU’RE DEAD!”

Natari counted to ten in her head before hoarsely shouting, “Would you two shut the hell up?! Hello?? Sick person here!”

Hidan and Deidara stared at her, the latter blushing furiously. “Sorry, Nat-chan,” Deidara mumbled. “But I’ve always taken care of when you’re sick and—”

“Yeah, that’s sweet and all, but as her boyfriend, I should be the one that nurses her back to health,” Hidan interrupted.

Deidara glared at him. It was at that moment that Itachi entered the room, carrying a tray full of medicine. He calmly sat down beside Natari’s bed and held out a cup of cough medicine to her. “Thanks, Itachi,” Natari mumbled before making a face, taking the concoction and drinking it quickly. Deidara and Hidan glared heatedly at Itachi, but the Uchiha didn’t notice. That, or he just didn’t care.









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Was it so wrong to want your best friend? Deidara wondered. He had known Natari most of his life. He knew everything about her and vise versa. So then why did he feel like he’d be committing some sort of sin if he told Natari that he didn’t like seeing her with other guys and that he only wanted her with him? Deidara sighed heavily. Natari was happy with Hidan. The two had hated each other months ago, but had somehow resolved that hatred. All their passion was thrown into whatever they did together.

Hidan would brag about the fantastic blow job he received from Natari, and Deidara found himself growling and wanting to murder the silver-haired man. Hidan was undeserving of Natari. Sure, he probably gave her incredible sex, but his attitude was disgusting. Deidara wished he could be on the receiving end of one of Natari’s blow jobs. He wasn’t the only one irritated by the relationship. Itachi seemed more cold and angsty lately. Was it possible that he actually liked Natari as well?

Deidara hadn’t mentioned his desires to Sasori. His friend just wouldn’t understand. Every night he went to sleep, Natari was on his mind. He would kiss her and explore her, just as he’d always wanted to. But then he’d wake up and realize that Natari wasn’t in his arms. She was in Hidan’s.

Itachi and Deidara had some sort of unspoken agreement. They both despised Hidan and would wish death upon the religious freak at any given opportunity. Despite their deep hatred for the other man, he hadn’t done anything to warrant that hatred. From Sasori and Kisame’s stand points, Hidan treated Natari very well. He wasn’t a doting boyfriend, but Natari knew that fact about him. He wasn’t easily affectionate either. So aside from the fact that Deidara and Itachi were just jealous bastards, Hidan was a good guy who just happened to pick the wrong girl to date.

“You know, blondie is starting to really annoy me,” Hidan grumbled. “He keeps glaring at me. And if I didn’t know any better, I’d say emo-boy over there was doing the same thing.”

Natari smiled slightly. “Don’t let it bother you.”

“How can I do that? It’s like I can feel their anger.”

“Hidan…”

“Kiss me.”

Natari stared at him. “What?”

“C’mon. I wanna see their reactions.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not gonna kiss you just to piss my friends off.” He gave her a pitiful pout, looking like a sad child. Natari fought the urge to laugh out loud. “That won’t work, Hidan,” she said sternly.

“Pleeeeeeease?” he whined.

Natari glared at him. “No.”

Hidan continued to pout. He thought a moment and grinned. He moved himself closer to her, until he was almost in her lap and let his hand gently massage her scalp. He knew she became a human pile of mush when he did that. She let out a soft moan as he continued to brush his fingers through her hair. “It’s just one kiss, Nat,” he whispered against her ear. “Just one.”

He leaned down to brush his lips against her cheek. Natari’s breath hitched in her throat. She turned her head to meet his and successfully captured his mouth with her own. Hidan smiled, happy that he had gotten his way. He relaxed his muscles as she worked her tongue along his. He sighed happily when her fingers started to brush through his own hair. He looked to the corner of his eye and smirked. Deidara and Itachi looked ready to kill him. He purposefully let out a loud groan. He then let out another when Natari’s hands grabbed his ass. He chuckled.

“Getting a little excited, eh?” he said teasingly.

“Shut up, you bastard,” she snapped, nibbling on his lip and holding him steady on her lap. Hidan would have been more than happy to take her right there on the large sofa with her friends watching, however, he knew she wouldn’t appreciate it.

“Nat, we should stop,” he mumbled. “As much as I would love to fuck you right now, we have an audience.”

She broke away and blushed furiously, casting a look towards her two friends. Deidara had never wanted to kill someone as much as he did at that moment. He had watched Hidan coax Natari into kissing him. It looked like kissing the religious freak was like a drug to her. Once she had one taste, she couldn’t get enough. “Fucking bastard,” he hissed under his breath.

“You got that right.” The blonde glanced over at Itachi, who seemed to be clutching his knees tightly. He seemed to be restraining himself from jumping up and wrapping his hands around Hidan’s neck.

“Makes you sick, doesn’t it, un?”

Itachi nodded, his eyes still trained on Natari and Hidan. He couldn’t take it anymore and stood up. Deidara watched him leave and turned his attention back on the couple. He grit his teeth when he saw Hidan sucking at his friend’s neck. He shook his head and stood up to leave as well, mentally wishing all kinds of horrible deaths on Hidan when he heard the obnoxious groan of pleasure emit from the silver-haired man as he walked out the door.

***

“I’ll fucking murder him, un!”

Sasori watched in mild amusement as his friend threw one of his sculptures across the room. Deidara would be pissed later. That happened to be his favorite sculpture. “Deidara, calm down,” he said coolly. “You’re going to destroy all your art. And then you’ll be in an even angrier mood because of that.”

The blonde took deep breaths, his blue eyes blazing. “That religious bastard doesn’t deserve her! He made out with her in the lounge just to make Itachi and me jealous!”

“You took the bait,” Sasori shrugged. “It’s your own fault.”

“It’s not fair, Sasori!”

“Life’s never fair, Deidara. Get used to it.”

“Natari’s my best friend! I should be the one in Hidan’s place!”

Sasori stared coldly at him. “Stop whining. You waited too long to tell her how you felt. If you feel that bad, go date Itachi. The two of you can be depressed over Natari together.”

Deidara’s cheeks burned. “That’s not funny, Sasori, un.”

“I’m sure Itachi isn’t being as bitchy about this as you are. He has some self-control.” There was a sudden knock on the door. Sasori sighed and went to answer it. He was surprised to see the towering form of Kisame standing in the doorway. “Kisame?”

“Hey,” the blue-haired man said rubbing the back of his neck. “Can I hang with you guys for tonight?”

“Why?”

“Itachi’s gone crazy.”

Deidara sent a triumphant look at Sasori, who ignored him. “Crazy how?” Sasori asked.

Kisame sighed heavily. “When he came back from the lounge, he kept snapping at every little thing. Then he grabbed a picture of his family and threw it out the window. I’m pretty sure that isn’t anything good. When I left him, he was raving like a lunatic, saying that ‘Hidan will pay…’ and some other scary shit like that. It’s the most I’ve heard him talk all semester.”

The red-head thought a moment. “He sounds worse off than Deidara.”

Kisame cast the blonde a wary look. “Oh no, you too?”

“I haven’t flung any family pictures out the window, un,” he stated while crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yet,” Sasori added. Deidara glared at him. “You did throw a particularly nice clay sculpture of yours against the wall. Seems some of the professors were thinking of putting it in the art show, too.”

“You’re not making the situation any better, Sasori.”

“I just can’t believe that you and Itachi like Nat-chan that much,” Kisame muttered.

“What’s hard to believe? I’m her best friend and she’s always been nice to Itachi.”

“So?”

“So what? Those should be reasons enough.”

He sighed. “She only sees you as friends. She sees Hidan differently.”

“Well duh. I don’t see her giving you a blowjob.”

Kisame flushed crimson. “Yeah? Well I don’t see her giving you one either.”

Deidara’s face erupted the shade of bright red and he frowned. Sasori regarded his friend irritably. “Like I said, just go date Itachi. The two of you will make a good pair.”

Kisame started to choke, while Deidara ignored the red-head.




***

Itachi hated awkward situations. What he, Deidara, and Natari were in at the moment was an awkward situation. Deidara and Natari had been arguing. About what, the Uchiha didn’t really care. However, the subject of crushes came up and Deidara, in the heat of the moment, accidentally blurted out both his and Itachi’s crushes on Natari. Needless to say, no one had spoken for at least ten minutes and counting.

Deidara’s face was as red as a tomato. Natari looked like a gaping fish. Itachi could feel the heat threatening to overtake his face. Finally, Natari closed her mouth and cleared her throat. “I’m sorry…what did you say?”

The blonde avoided her line of gaze, instead opting to observe the pattern on the ceiling. Itachi wanted to kill and hug Deidara all at once. At least his crush was no longer going to plague him. The only bad thing was that Natari knew and most likely didn’t feel the same way. It was a bruise to his fragile ego.

“I said…Itachi and I…really like you,” Deidara finally muttered. “And not as friends.”

Natari continued to stare at him. She turned her attention on Itachi. “Itachi? Do you have anything to add?”

Why me? he thought. He glanced around before sighing heavily. “It’s true.”

“Oh.” There was another long silence. It was torturous. “Well…I guess I should go,” she said softly.

“Wait,” Deidara called. “Don’t you have something else to say other than ‘oh’?”

Natari contemplated his question before turning around to face him. “What else am I supposed to say, Deidara?”

He flushed crimson. “Anything.” He nervously kept wringing his hands together.

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And that's all I have written to that one. Funny how Sasori is not my favorite character in Akatsuki (probably one of my least faves) and yet he's so easy to write. *shrug* weird. And remember that Tezuka/OC fic I started? I wrote some more, but I like skipped waaaaay ahead =P Oh well, enjoy anyway.

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Tezuka didn’t like the look Atobe was giving him. It was one of his ‘I see all and know all’ looks. Atobe was famous for them. And Tezuka hated him for it. Sure, he respected the Hyotei captain as a formidable opponent, but outside of tennis, the boy was a nuisance and had a particular fond spot for butting in to other people’s business. Tezuka just happened to be the unfortunate one at this point in time. He’d been caught in Atobe’s eyes; he could see the other boy mulling things over in his head, smirking as he did so.

He cocked his head to the side before finally saying, “Are you having girl troubles, Tezuka, aa~?”

Tezuka twitched. Atobe was suggesting that he was off his game because of Riley. He knew it. But he was wrong. Riley had nothing to do with his mood. Sure, he missed her constant shadowing and mumbling and her attempts to steal his glasses (even though he’d openly deny it). America was her home and she had gone back. That was that. He couldn’t change anything. They had become friends and had each other’s e-mails. There was no reason for him to have any problems.

“What makes you say that?” the brunette shot back, holding his tennis racket tightly.

Atobe frowned, angry that Tezuka was trying to avoid the issue. “You’ve been down in the dumps ever since your girlfriend left, Tezuka. Talk to ore-sama.”

“No.”

“Tezuka…”

“Atobe, don’t.”

Atobe puffed out his cheeks indignantly, looking more like a child than the sophisticated person he was. “You’re being difficult, Tezuka. Ore-sama can see what you’re feeling. You’re wishing you had had the chance to do something for Riley before she left, ne?”

Tezuka glared at him. “I said my goodbyes to her already. There’s nothing more to do or say.”

“You’re wrong. She looked quite sad when she left.”

“Anyone would be sad to leave a friend behind.”

“Tezuka.”

“What?”

Atobe sighed heavily and brushed a hand through his silvery hair. “Riley cared about you very much,” he said, turning his steely blue eyes onto the taller boy. “When she and I played together, she would only talk about you and nothing else. She asked me questions about you as well.”

“So?”

“Are you pretending to be stupid, Tezuka?”

Brown eyes narrowed. “I don’t like you assuming things.”

“You love her.”

Tezuka felt a lump in his throat but hid his shock well. “We’re fourteen years old, Atobe. We don’t know what love is.”

Atobe snorted. “Age has nothing to do with it. It’s what you feel in your heart.”

“That’s strangely sentimental of you. When did you become a poet?”

“Don’t be sarcastic with me, Tezuka. You love Riley. Admit it.”

“I don’t love her. There’s nothing to admit.”

Atobe glared at him. “Do you need to keep up this cold façade to everyone? Even to the person you so obviously care about?”

“Enough, Atobe!” Tezuka had never raised his voice unless he truly needed to. He was angry at Atobe; angry that the Hyotei captain was touching upon topics that struck too close for comfort; and angry at himself for feeling this way about a girl he had only known for one school year. It was ridiculous. And yet…

He wished he could have told her how pretty she looked when she put on that dress that one time. He wished he could have kissed her at New Years. He wished he could have confessed his feelings to her before she had left on the plane. Tezuka gripped his racket harder. Atobe was right and he hated that. Riley meant so much to him. He cared about her and wanted her back with him.

“Tezuka,” Atobe said softly. “I can arrange for you to take a private jet to America to see her.”

The Seigaku captain stared at him. “Why would you do this for me?”

“Because Riley is a dear friend and had personally told me that she found herself falling in love with you after a month of staying with your family.”

Tezuka felt his cheeks burn. He was thankful Atobe didn’t notice. “My mother wouldn’t approve,” he mumbled.

“You traveled to Germany alone, but you can’t go to America to confess to the girl you love?”

Somehow, when Atobe put it like that, it made Tezuka feel rather pathetic and cowardly, which was something he definitely wasn’t. Tezuka gave him a hard stare. “What should I do to get ready?”

“Leave everything to me, Tezuka. Don’t worry about anything.”

True to Atobe’s word, he paid Tezuka’s way to America. Mrs. Tezuka was overwhelmed at the generosity that Atobe was bestowing on her son and once she heard the full story, she cried tears of joy and ended up hugging both her son and Atobe several times. It was extremely uncomfortable. Atobe was the one to see Tezuka off at the airport.

Tezuka was quite lucky that he knew English almost as well at Atobe did (who was a master at learning different languages, apparently). The plane ride wasn’t as long as he had thought and he found himself landing in New York City. He knew Riley lived somewhere in the area. He looked at the hastily scribbled address she had written before she had left and looked around. He wasn’t far from her house.

He felt out of place among all the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple. He was searching for one person in the entire city. He might as well be searching for a needle in a haystack. His heart was pounding ferociously against his chest. When he was sure he was in the right area, he found an older couple and walked up to them. “Excuse me,” he said in English. “Do you happen to know where the Kuma residence is?”

The couple exchanged looks. “It’s right down the street from here, son,” the man said. “Pardon my rudeness, but you’re not from around here, are you?”

Tezuka smiled slightly. “What gave it away?”

“Your accent. That, and almost everyone around here knows where the Kuma residence is.”

“Why?”

The man smiled. “The Kumas are very wealthy. And we personally know their daughter.”

Tezuka perked up slightly. “You do?”

“Yes. She’s a very sweet girl. You’d probably like her.”

Tezuka didn’t say anything, fearing he would start blushing if he did. He thanked the couple and hurried down the street. He stopped in front of the enormous gates leading up to the only mansion in the area. Riley had seemed to forget to mention that her family was very rich. He wasn’t that angry; he was too nervous to be angry. A voice suddenly sounded from the speaker near the gate. “State your name.”

“Kunimitsu Tezuka,” he answered.

“Do you have an appointment with Mr. Kuma?”

“No. But I wish to speak with his daughter, if you would allow me.”

Tezuka waited patiently as there was a long pause. “You wish to speak with Miss Kuma?”

“Yes please.”

“She is not here right now.”

Tezuka felt his heart plummet to his chest. “I see. Do you by chance know where she is?”

“She said something earlier about going to the public tennis courts.”

The brunette smiled knowingly and said, “Then I shall search for her there. Thank you very much.”

He walked around the area until he spotted the tennis courts. He saw Riley hitting a ball with her racket. It was so natural for him to watch. He wanted to go up behind her and take her in his arms and whisper his undying love in her ear. But he wasn’t like that. He was content just watching her for the time being. She hit the ball several more times before stopping and sitting down on a bench. Tezuka figured now was his only chance.

“You’ve gotten better,” he said in Japanese.

Riley’s head turned up so fast he was sure she pulled something. “Kunimitsu?” she gasped, standing up and dropping her racket. “When did you…? How did you…?”

“Atobe.”

She nodded, still in shock at seeing him. “Why did you come here?”

“There was something I regretted not doing before you left. Atobe helped me see that.”

“What did you regret?”

Tezuka was now standing only a few feet from her. He took her into his arms suddenly and held her close. His lips parted by her ear and he gave a breathy sigh of happiness. Riley shivered excitedly. She held him back awkwardly. “I regretted not telling you how I felt about you,” he whispered. “So I came here to tell you.” Riley felt her heart speed up. She had had dreams of this moment. He hugged her close before saying the words she had longed to hear. “I love you, Riley.” She felt tears fall down her cheeks. She reached up to remove his glasses. He smiled as he leaned down to capture her lips with his own.

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awww, young love! lol XD Well...I have tons of other fics I could post, but it's late and I don't wanna flood this entry. So enjoy. And hey, if you like my stuff, give me some feedback! I'd love to know what you guys think. ^-^







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