Notes: This is for Kiba-and-Sakura-4ever who was very, very supporting.
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Deidara has always been reckless.
Fitting into the Atatsuki was more then just hard for him; he had this loud booming voice, and had this bright bisque mane of hair.
And what was even stranger was the off beat tresses dripped over his face like a curtain, a personal choice to cover one of his piercing and dancing malachite eyes.
He didn't fit in as well as he could of, always showing off at last moment, jumping on people to strangle them if needed and... losing two arms.
Oh, but he was happy.
The straw headed man gave out a dry laugh, tossing a lock of feminine blonde hair behind his shoulder and leaning back into the large couch that made its way around the room, curling up against the wall and corners.
His green eyes were only half fixed on the buzzing television that stood in front of him; his attention was ripped away onto a cranky Itachi, who sat rather stiffly on the edge of the couch, munching irritably on a small chip that he had drawn from a plastic bag at his side.
Now, Itachi was really angry, he usually was just a bit too serious and cold, but never angry.
But now, as Deidara watched with a smile plastered onto his face, Itachi was angry. His ebony orbs dancing around wildly and looking big and bold against his ghostly white skin. Though Deidara was cracking out in one of his happy grins, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
Itachi had recently lost his eyesight.
The red Sharingan was now gone, and the black pupils swam in nothing.
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Peering through the cracked and paint stained mirror, Sakura tapped her teeth, grimacing as the tight, multi-colored braces that held white teeth together shone brightly and obnoxiously in the dim light.
She sighed.
Of all the times to called in, why now? Why now did she have to wake from her wonderful dreams and comfortable bed to go and see someone she really did not want to see?
And do something she really did not want to do…
Exhaustion weighing heavily on her, the pink haired beauty hobbled out of her bathroom, opening the door with a perfectly painted hand and stepping out with a groan.
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Her high heels clicked loudly against the concrete ground as she neared the small wooden inn, her arms linked with another rather burly arm. She felt her bare arm rub against the soft fabric of the man's sweater, her pale skin hitting awkwardly against the bright shades of colors that crossed over his arm.
"Shit, I think these kinds of missions are the worst kind for me." The owner of the burly arm spoke, his voice straining over the loud pulsing beats that vibrated loudly in the background, "I can't figure out a way to cover these babies."
The man's arm was quickly unlinked as he brought his large hand to rub gently against the whisker-like marks that slashed over his cheeks. He grinned rather toothily as Sakura linked arms with him once more.
"So...Tsunade-sama said that two members of the Atatsuki were here..." Sakura placed her hands into the pockets of her tight jeans, fishing out a white scroll, "Hm...She wants us to capture them."
The fox-like boy brought his face down to slam rather hard into the palm of his hand, sun kissed skin hitting sun kissed skin and sounding loudly as he did so.
"Shit. Those Atatsuki bastards are one annoying bunch. You still got screwy on?" The man lifted a finger to signal her ear device, which was clipped securely on her ear. Sakura's delicately brought her hand to her ear, flipping her ear lobe up as she began to speak.
"Neji? Neji? Are you still in?"
"Yes. Screwy is in."
The sound quality was poor, being barely heard over the loud dancing and pulsing beats that lay in the back. His low voice sounded scratched and strained as he spoke.
"No. We haven't, I think you should trade with Naruto, so you can use your Byakugan."
The sunshine streaked blonde shot her a glare as they settled down in a chair, the rusty metal holding it up and groaning under her weight as he sat. She heard Neji give out a sigh, and Sakura smiled as she imagined him rubbing his temples tiredly and patting his foot gently against the ground.
"Alright, I'll come in; Ino-san can just take over here."
Sakura giggled, "Okay."
The line on the other end suddenly became fuzzy and gone. Naruto leaned forward, catching his chin in the palm of his hand and taking a sip from a tall glass.
"Hey mister." The Uzumaki's gruff voice shot into the air, piercing the bar tender with shock. Naruto grinned as the mustached man turned around, carefully scrubbing a small glass in his hand with a small cloth.
"Yes?" The man's voice was unusually high, Naruto watched as the white cloth in his hands gently rubbed against the smooth glass in swift strokes.
"You got hotel rooms?"
The man set the glass on the counter, leaning forward to click a blue button on the cashier. His beady black eyes shone brightly against the dim lights that lay over head.
"Yeah, fifty bucks a night...this girl with you?" His meaty hand signaled to Sakura, who was seated quietly on her rusted chair and chatting with Neji.
"Yeah...make it speedy, we got some things to do...if you know what I'm talking about." Naruto gave a playfully nudge to the dead panned man and watched as he clicked a few more buttons on the cashier.
"Name." The man's voice was beginning to irritate Naruto.
Naruto fished out two clean hundred dollar bills and laid the green paper carefully onto the counter. He watched as the man looked at him strangely, cocking a thick eyebrow and tapping his pen impatiently onto the counter.
"How about we forget the name and you get another bill?" Naruto grinned as dashingly as he could muster, and faltered the tiniest bit when the man shook his head.
"You're a ninja."
"Maybe..." Naruto felt as though a piece of metal was jammed down his throat, in a frantic attempt to speak he watched as the man's lips curled into a thick smile.
"Damn ninjas, just go up...no need to pay, just leave before my inn blows up."
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There was a blast.
An ear splitting sound flew into the air, filling the small forestry area with thick curdling smoke and loud bellow hues of grey. Fire was spitting as it crumbled up against the remains of the small family owned inn, the bright and off beat shades of purple and red looking vicious as they flew over the night sky.
The pattering sound of grey clay sprinkled against the ground, clapping painfully against skin and bearing red gore.
Blonde hair tangled up with pink as a muscular body curled over a slender frame, protecting the small, frail woman as the smoke loomed dangerously overhead.
Squawks of cursing were bellowed out and perspiration poured over foreheads. Buckets of lukewarm water were thrown towards the vicious and screaming fire, the water only causing a small dent of damp to hit against the blazing flames.
Screams of protests came from the mouth of a young woman, her pink hair burning as she scrambled under a slender body, scrambling towards the rampant flames.
Blood crawled under her nails as she began digging feverishly at the fire, screaming and weeping as she watched a blonde melt into the flames, body limp and angling over a large stretch of wood that extended over most of the surrounding area.
Dirt tasted bitter in her mouth as she flung herself towards the man that stood at her side, the feminine man toppling over as she slammed brute force over his body.
Painted nails were biting into red clouds that painted over ebony robes, her actions wild and barbaric as she listening to the tearing and ripping of the specially made robes.
Her screams were shrill and almost deadening as they spilling into his ears, pouring into his brain and making it pound even harder against his skull.
Desperately, the man simply scattered from the blazing flares, ignoring the woman that clung to his ebony robes with a fierce and vicious look.
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What was he supposed to do with her?
There she was, her face burnt and dirtied with glistening crimson gore. Her stunning lush eyes were open as she slept, lighting her pale features with a tweak of life.
Her breathing was steady and fine, feathery as it cuddled against the cotton fabric of the snowy mountains of blankets that surrounded her like a large fortress.
A small furnace hummed and buzzed at her side, the warm heat piercing her skin and turning it a dim shade of pink.
A low hum escaped Deidara's lips as he watched her, his tongue slipping around a large spoonful of rice he so delicately placed in his mouth a moment ago. His verdigris eyes shone in slight amusement as she rolled over, a snore escaping from perfect lips as she situated herself onto her stomach.
Slipping chopsticks into his mouth, the young man munched thoughtfully on his food.
His cyan optics widened a bit as the young woman who was so peacefully sleeping suddenly shot up, her hair and eyes wild and ferocious.
A scream was erupted from her mouth as she faced the man at her side, her hands feverishly pulling over her body to notice she was completely bare. A coral shade flew over her pale flesh as she blushed, hiding her exposed figure…
"Did I—you—how? YOU BASTARD!"
Punches flew in his direction, nearly bludgeoning his slender figure as he wildly leapt about the room, dodging and escaping from life-threatening punches that were held in the fist of the one and only, Haruno Sakura.
The feminine man felt his cheeks flush in anger as heavy realization struck him across the face. This was a woman from heaven's sakes! Why the hell was he dodging attacks from a woman?
His sea foam eyes turned hard, hiding half of the beautiful optics with a thin layer of skin.
He brought his hand up, molding and sculpting a random blob of clay in his hands with a swift stroke, bringing his creations up for the young woman to see.
The grey lump of clay flew from his pale palm, molding into a small bird, which opened its beak to let out a squawk. Sakura batted furiously at the bird as it swiftly flew around her exotic hair, nipping and biting in her flesh.
With a single slam, she squished the bird onto the ground, jumping back in surprise as it exploded, a large blast erupting from the clay.
With a curse, the young pink haired kunochi launched herself towards the man opposite of her, anger apparent in her eyes and glistening wildly as her bare body wrapped legs and arms around the slender figure.
"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?"
Grunts of struggle and nasty retorts flew into the air as the pink kunochi lifted her fist to strike against the man beneath her…
A large bamboo sliding door flew open, revealing a shriveled old woman, her face scrunched in obvious displeasure as she angled forward to slam a large metal tray of onigiri onto the heads of the young ninjas.
"You guys need to learn some manners; this house is a place of respect."
Deidara let out a groan.
"Obachan…yeah."
He should've just killed her.
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"Iwagakure?"
A coral haired kunochi's voice rang in interest as she sat politely at a low rising table, her knees tucked royally under the mahogany frame and her small hands clasped together to form a small fist.
The elder woman tucked a wispy strand of grey behind her ears, smiling a mostly golden smile and she delicately placed a round plate of cookies on the table.
"Yes, the village hidden among the rocks."
She watched with a gentle smile as a blonde man angled forward to grasp a steaming hot cookie, eyes dancing in hunger as he gobbled it up. Sakura nodded, tucking a strand of pink into a thin rubber band, her face thoughtful as the elderly woman scolded her grandson. Sakura sent a nasty look towards the Atatsuki member's way, green looking big and bold over her pale skin.
"Don't you care that your grandson is…well, technically not allowed here?"
With a questioning look, the shriveled woman rubbed her wrinkled old chin, a slight frown crossing over her face as she placed a cookie into the young woman's hands.
"What about you?"
Sakura fingered the metal Konoha forehead protector with a sigh, her voice wispy and saddened as the cool metal felt a bit shocking, the piercing cold tingling from the tips of her fingers to the back of her brain.
"If you want I can strike a line across that symbol of your pathetic village…un…"
Amusement glistening in the blonde's eyes as he angled forwards a bit his breath warm and unwelcoming on the crock of her thin and pale neck. She let out a sneer, her teeth bearing out as she shoved the man back a bit.
"You're disgusting."
The elderly woman left the room, her pale bare feet skidding across the perfectly waxed floor.
As soon as the bamboo door slammed shut, the blonde missing-nin slammed the tray over the woman's head, the loud bang of the metal hitting her skull echoing against the corners of the small room in an ominous way.
He could kill her now…
He could kill her…
"Shit!"
Clasping a kunai over her throat, Deidara suddenly froze.
His large hand trembling and shaking as it barely wisped over her pale neck, barely drawing blood and barely…just barely…
He couldn't kill her.
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To be continued...
This is going to be a two-shot, please stay tuned!