A/N- so forever long later I have a chapter!

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Escape Chapter 3:

It took Sakura a while to get out of the blankets but when she did she was royally pissed. Who the hell did he think he was her captor? Oh wait… he was. She threw the blankets in a tight ball in the corner of the tent. And to top everything off he hadn't even helped her out of it! He was the reason she had been stuck in the first place! She stomped over to the tent flap and threw it open. The sight that met her eyes almost made her trip on the edge of the tent. Deidara was sitting in front of the fire with only a pair of baggy black pants on. His bare chest was pale but not as pale as the Uchiha brothers. You could practically see the muscles ripple as he moved slightly to get in a more comfortable spot. She resisted the almost overwhelming urge to run her hands down that chest, to explore the feel of those muscles under her fingertips.

She shook her head to clear those thoughts away and to take her eyes from his body. There was a good possibility that she had already been caught staring, No need to emphasize it.

She walked to the opposite side of the fire and sat down, keeping as far away from him as she could but as close to the warm fire as she could also. It was a cold night and it's not like she was wearing much in the clothing area. She hugged her arms, hoping to keep some of her own body heat to herself. Something seemed to hit her then. It was a cold night but he was sitting there in only those pants.

"Aren't you freezing?" she asked, shivering slightly.

His eyes were closed and his body was relaxed. Had he been anything other than Akatsuki she would have said he was asleep. He never answered her question but it didn't really matter to her. She could care less if he froze.

Maybe if he freezes we can escape! Her inner self chimed in.

Almost as if he had heard what had gone on in her mind he whispered, "No chances of escaping tonight so don't even try, yeah." She crossed her arms and glared at his still figure. They sat that way till Sakura drifted off to sleep again.

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He knew she thought he wasn't watching her but he was. He watched as her small body came from the tent and sat down, keeping as much distance that she could between them with the fire close enough to keep her warm. He watched as she watched him, saw her staring at his body, and almost smiled when he saw her eyes flutter open and closed. She was falling asleep again! But then of course that is to be expected if you have very little chakra and no food to keep you going. Since she had slept through the lunch and dinner he had made she would have to wait till tomorrow. By then she should be all rested up 

and with food in her belly she could walk on her own. Her eyes finally closed and her body slumped over. She was still sitting up though which made him wonder what had made her learn to sleep while sitting up. What all had this girl gone through in life? Just in the past week he had seen her go through hell and still survive so he knew she was tough. You don't learn how to go through torture and not say anything in any ninja training they give at Konoha. He knew that for a fact. They teach you how to survive it but not how to keep your mouth shut. He finally stood up and walked over to where she was. Crouching down next to her sleeping form he watched her face relax in sleep. Only when someone slept could you really tell what they were like. Some get this real peaceful look while others manage to look cruel. She looked peaceful but alert, almost like if he tried to touch her she would wake in an instant.

He got a silly smile on his face. So many ways to see if a touch would wake her up! The question would be where and how… He thought about it quickly then smiled again. In one fast motion he kissed her lips. Those candy pink lips that had been taunting him all day. Her eyes flew open just like he expected.

"What the hell are you doing?!" she snarled. Her body tensed up, like she was ready to attack or defend.

He smiled again. "Just waking you up, yeah. If you are sleepy then get back in the tent. I would gladly take your bed for tonight if you don't want it…" He trailed off. "Or we could share and…"

KA-PUNCH!

Sakura calmly walked back into the tent as Deidara sat flat on his ass holding his cheek. Damn the girl could punch.

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The next morning turned out to be quite interesting. Although Sakura did eat she kept falling, pretending to be unable to walk. If you were being brought back to the people who had kept you hostage for the longest time and had a way to slow it down you would take it too! That, in the end, would cause an hour's worth of arguing and a few choice words from both of them. Finally Deidara resorted to carrying her again and of course since she was awake and on his back he took a few liberties such as grabbing her ass or smelling her hair and skin. He would occasionally speed up or slow down just to feel the press of her body against his. What? He's a guy that was carrying a beautiful girl on his back. Give him some slack. As the day wore on he got tired of carrying her and threw her down.

"What the fuck!" she yelled. She rolled over and did a pushup move to help get herself up.

He paced away from her and came back. She was the most aggravating person he had ever met and yet she was addicting him to her. He almost craved the feel of her skin. Would her entire body feel as soft as her hands were? Does she always smell this good? Every question just drove him more and more mad until he just kept pacing. At one point he stopped to set the camp back up but then he began his walk again. Soon he would have to contact Akatsuki and report on why he was taking so long and to assure them that he was getting close. But what would happen to her when he brought her back? Why did he care? There have been many beautiful girls brought in for torture and were eventually raped to get the information that they had but this one girl… it bothered him to think that something might happen to 

her. It made a hollow place in his stomach to think that she would come to the same end as all those other women; death.

The day wore on and he was still pacing, still walking his track which was now showing in the grass.

"Are you going to cook or do you want me to? I would feel a little better if I cooked anyway…." Sakura yelled from her spot in front of a fire he didn't remember starting.

"Where did that fire come from?" he asked. She gave him a funny look.

"I asked you to start on earlier and when you ignored me I just started it myself."

"How? I thought your chakra was practically depleted still, yeah." Did he really miss that much time? She simply held up flint and steel.

"Whatever, yeah. Go ahead and cook. I don't care, yeah."

He went back to his pacing. He wasn't sure how long it was later but a pair of legs stepped into his line of sight. He followed them up to see a glaring Sakura holding out a bowl to him.

"Stop pacing! You are going to kill my nerves!" Anger flashed through her jade eyes giving them a whole new beauty. He shook his head to clear it and took the bowl. They both sat down in front of the tire before he realized it was dark. Hours must have gone by with him just pacing back and forth. How long were they there?

He quietly ate his food as he watched her. Her long pink hair was tied back in a high ponytail making it more bouncy then it normally would be. Her eyes reflected the fire but seemed to hold a fire of their own. Would that fire be extinguished soon? The thought of it made him look down. His clay beads were still wrapped around her small neck but there was something different about them.

"When did you paint the beads, yeah?" Every other bead was white while all the others were a green about 4 shades darker than her eyes. There was one bead that had something carved into it. A small Konoha leaf showed in the dark paint. She had dared to bring something sharp to the explosive bead all to show her allegiance. She was either stupid or brave. He was betting on the latter.

She rolled her eyes from her bowl of food to his face. "I needed something to do while you just paced. Found the paint in your bag with the food." His jaw almost dropped. Those paints hadn't been used since he joined Akatsuki; probably before then! It was from when he was a kid and had loved to paint and draw. It was then that he remembered another pink haired woman.

FLASHBACK

A young Deidara was running through the streets of Konoha a huge smile on his face. He was visiting with a convoy but the adults had let him run through the city to have some fun. He came up to a park full of little kids. So many of them packed onto one jungle gym that he could have sworn that the thing would break. He looked over to the bench and saw the one adult in the area. She was a tall woman with 

cherry blossom pink hair. She was stroking a swollen pregnant belly as she watched the children. He clamly walked over to her and sat down next to her. She glanced down and smiled at him.

"Hi there! What's your name?" She had a mellifluous voice that seemed to run over his skin like honey. It was like he would do anything just to hear her speak again. Even his 5 year old mind said that that was not normal.

"Deidara, ma'am. What'th your'th?" His words were slurred with lost teeth and his blue-green eyes shone in curiosity. The woman smiled down at him, her chocolate brown eyes were warm.

"I'm Harumi. What are you doing so far from home?" she asked, gesturing to his newly acquired forehead protector.

Deidara smiled proudly and straitened the metal to be in the middle of his forehead. "They took me along to thee what it wath like!" His blond hair carried with the wind into his face. He impatiently pushed it out of his face. He liked it long but it was always in the way! All his teachers had told him that he would have to cut it or tame it to be a ninja but he wanted to prove them wrong. Harumi noticed his annoyance with his locks and pulled a hair-tie off her wrist.

"Come here. I'll help you with that." She had him move so he was crouching in front of her. "You know I think this matches your eyes!" He could practically see the smile blooming on her face. She pulled his hair into a high ponytail and then secured it with the elastic band. Some of his bangs were still in his face but it was easier to see than it had been.

He turned around and smiled brightly. "Thank you ma'am!" She smiled again, then grimaced and clutched at her stomach.

"Are you ok?" Deidara asked in worry. Harumi straitened.

"I'm fine. She was just kicking. She is a feisty little girl." There was adoration in her voice that he had never heard in any of the mothers of his country that made him want to stay here and just listen to her talk about her unborn child. "Do you want to feel?"

He was a little taken back by the offer. He had been the only child in his family and it would insult a woman to ask to touch her belly, or so his father had told him.

"Can I? It wouldn't bother you?" Even he could hear the uncertainty in his voice. She laughed.

"Come here." She grabbed his hand and laid it against the curve of her belly. Within seconds he could feel a light push against her skin, the feel of a tiny foot hitting the edge of her.

"Oh my goth!" His eyes were wide as the baby kicked again. "Doethn't that hurt?"

She seemed to think about it. "Sometimes. I think it's more of a surprise attack though. I'm not normally expecting it so it can be a little uncomfortable. Amazing isn't it though?" Deidara nodded.

They sat there and talked for a while longer, as Deidara told her about his love of art and his secret wish to blow something up. He even showed her his paints and small explosives. She laughed and said that it would be fun to blow things up for a living but not exactly practical. He didn't know what that meant so he asked her what she liked to do. She told him of her love of swimming and just watching the stars. They seemed to talk for hours before the group of adults came looking for him. They were trying to hide it but they were not happy with something; he could tell by the set of their faces. Something in the way his friends and family looked plus some gut feeling told him he would never see Harumi again, so as his father was calling to him he gave her a tight hug.

"Thank you tho much for the hair-tie. I will keep it forever." Her laugher rang through her chest as she hugged him back.

"Any time hun. Come visit any time you are allowed to!"

He waved frantically as he left with his family. Her smiling face as he walked away would always be in his memory.

END FLASHBACK

That day had been almost exactly 18 years ago and to this day he still used that same blue-green hairtie to hold his hair out of his face. Despite what all the adults had ever told him he had grown his hair long and kept it that way thanks to that woman. It was longer now of course but he would never forget that. Now he sat and couldn't help but think, 'could this possibly be that baby that I felt in her belly so long ago? Was that woman Sakura's mother?'

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A/N- I'M SO SORRY!! I know it's taken me forever to get this up! And when I finally do it's short! I feel like a douche but I'm working on updating everything soon. I don't have much time due to a full time job but when I can I will write and hopefully something for this or other stories will be up soon! Please bare with me! Don't forget to review!!