A/N: Yay another chap of Dei-chan's Daughter is here. I am happy by everyone's comments on the story. I will try sending in a reply as soon as possible. I am very sad cause I haven't read fanfic since summer ended so I don't know what is the latest fanfic for Akatsuki and Naruto.
I thank Decieved Soul 13 for being my beta reader. I don't have very good grammar and punctuation skills in writing. But I hope this story will have a few more chaps before it ends, but it makes me sad to think about it. Dara-chan is too funny to lose her spot light. Heads up warning is men in Dresses, LOL Dara is such a little Devil.
"Dara, daddy's home, Un." Deidara's voice spoke out in a cheery voice, pleased at today's killing and the earning through the process. But an unwelcome silence greeted the man, confusion written over his face. It was unlike Dara to not come bounding her way at the man. Something was very off, and the father wanted to know why. He looked in every crevice of the living room, searching high and low, but there was no one. An eerie silence swept over the compound as the father continued into the back.
"Yes" His instincts agreed with himself, something was very off, maybe even wrong. The father rushed blindly into the back, calling out to the girl. In the process, he smacked into a hard object. Deidara glowered at the offender who had gotten in his way. The raven-haired man just looked back emotionlessly. Their eyes locked onto each others, fighting an invisible draw.
"Where is she?" Deidara saw through the weasel's eyes, noting a tiny glint of satisfaction in them. Itachi stayed calm and said the two words that were heart breaking to any parent and it shook Deidara to the core.
"She's dead." Deidara's face looked angered before his breathing heaved in uneven intervals. "You…" The effeminate man growled and jumped on the raven-haired man, hurling every ounce of his strength in each blow. But the Uchiha just avoided each blow with careful ease and let a sickly smile curl upon his lips.
"ein's order. If you have a problem with it than take it over with him. Oh, and by the way, what about Dara's babysitter? Where was he?" Deidara stopped dead in his tracks, shaking with pure rage. He had told Hidan to watch over the girl and protect her and now…
Deidara let a blood-curdling roar that shook the whole compound, echoing throughout the cave. "HIDAN YOUR DEAD!!!!!" Hidan shuddered violently in fear. Yes, for once he was very afraid. Guilt swept over him as images of Dara flashed into his mind. Both of Dara's big doleful eyes staring up with tears streaking the sides of her face, pleading for interference from Pein and Itachi's brutal assault.
Deidara slammed the religious man's door open; the ceiling crumbled a bit at this. Hidan prepared himself for the worst, his eyes closed at each blow the father placed. "How …could you…?" Here the father sobbed uncontrollably. "I told you to watch over her… and this is what I find." A bone cracking noise was emitted here.
"Deidara Sempai?" An orange masked man peeked out the corner of the door way. "What?" The blonde practically yelled out ignoring the other man completely as he began to beat up the Jashin follower. Blood spilled out across the floor as Hidan coughed up. "Daddy, un?" A weak little voice whispered out, the father looked behind immediately. Dara was huddled up in Tobi's arms. Big, ugly bruises adorned her body.
Her father stood there a wreck; he wiped his tears away and walked over to her. "Dara, you made Daddy worried, un." He took her from Tobi and carefully carried her.
Dara eyes looked away from the father in disdain before spitting out in three words in utmost disgust, "I hate you." Here the little girl pouted and tried to get away, but the father just held her as a look of astonishment crept its way onto his face. The blonde's relieved face changed to that of shock. "You what, un?"
"You heard me, uh" Dara tired to jump out but was unable. She turned towards Tobi with a look of plead. Reluctantly the masked man came over, carefully prying the girl out of the father's grip.
"Deidara sempai, it was Itachi's fault, not Hidan-sans fault. I saw it all happen. It was Pein's orders. Luckily, I was able to find Dara." Both of them left the room away from the others. The half beaten followed, half conscious .
"I think you owe me a fucking apology." The Jashin follower coughed up weakly, and just lied there on the cold floor. Too hurt to move a muscle. Both men had lost the girl's trust, and now they were in a real fit. Nothing could repair the little tyrant's satifaction, but that didn't mean they couldn't try.
A week had passed by; the tiny girl still hadn't forgiven the two men. She stayed within the orange masked man's room, not bothering to leave except for her meals. As she walked into the dining room, she looked away from all who had offended her that included Deidara, Hidan, Pein, Itachi, and Konan.
The father just stared at his daughter, limp and quiet. His daughter hated him along with her babysitter. The silence was slowly picking at both men; Dara meant almost the world to them, even though they didn't admit it. Deidara was the first to cave in, he was on his knees and looking at the girl.
"Dara, honey, can you please forgive me, un?" His eyes held a sort of seriousness but at the same time hope. The girl looked at him and laughed, and said a flat out no. The father's mouth stayed open than closed.
"What about me Dara?" Here the Jashinist came down on both knees and gave a weak smile. The girl stared at Hidan for a minute and blinked.
"No, uh." Here she waddled away from the group. But a hand reached out and pulled at the back of her tiny kimono collar. The father turned the girl around, demanding what she wanted to make it up to her.
"Well, uh…I want to everyone in fluffy tutus including the leggings and I want you to dance for me." Here the girl laughed at her brilliant idea. The silver haired man and blonde turned blue.
"Does it have to be that?" Both men asked at the same time. The tiny girl answered a stern yes and said if it wasn't that then there was no deal. Deidara eyed Hidan for a minute as if asking if it was really worth it. But Hidan blushed at the request and said, "Hell no."
"Too bad, uh." Dara made some hand signs. A puff of smoke came out and all five people in the room's clothes disappear and replaced with short frilly tutus. None were too pleased at this, especially the males made to wear the leggings. The guys were red with both embarrassment and slight anger. Konan, on the other hand, was too busy admiring the craftsmanship of the dress.
"Dara was this really necessary, Un?" The father's face was bathed in a deep red; his hair was down, further enhancing his rather feminine side. He was the one of the girly of the crowd next to Konan, with the others degrading from girlish to not too girlish. Pein being the ugliest of all. The little girl clapped and giggled her head off.
"Cute, uh. Daddy's a pretty lady, except he has no camel hump." Her look held a confused look as she circled around Konan and then her father. As she noticed the very evident detail missing. It took the crowd a few seconds to realize what the girl was referring to. They were confused with her childish-like talk sometimes. They broke out in a nervous laughter. Deidara was shock dead.
"Now dance for forgiveness." Dara's voice turned dead serious. Her face was shadowed darkly from the lighting. Nobody dared to dance in this ridiculous situation. It was completely degrading to the males while Konan wasn't sure why the girl had a grudge over her head.
"…Or I'll call the other." Here she inserted a devious smile and watched as each face fell with a blue line of shock. There was no way in hell the leader would be caught dead with the others seeing him in such lack of power. He could try killing her, but the father was standing right behind him, mostly likely to interrupt the process.
Everyone began to prance about the dining room, pretending to leap and twirl about like a ballerina. They each bumped into each other clumsily, letting the items mounted on the wall come crashing down. While all this was going on, the little devil was enjoying every ounce of this entertainment, savoring each and every one in complete stupidity. Her tiny hands dug into her tiny hand bag and pulled out a red and pink cherry blossom decorated camera. She pushed the button and soon had a whole gallery of cross dressing men and a blue haired lady.
"Now what have we learned, uh?" She held the photos, fanned out in a tiny hand and waved it about. Everyone was glaring their heads off, but bit down since she had threatened to give them to everyone else. All answered in unison, "Never mess with Dara. Or else. She is greatest and best of all, and she has power to make people do things against their will." After they spoke their clothes came back, and they departed except for the father and the Jashinist, who were frantically trying to grab at the photos she held. Dara laughed and bounded her way out of the compound as the two trailed behind.
They huffed, barely gaining on her, then both speeded up, but Dara was too quick for them and exerted chakra into the soles of her feet and ran up the tree trunk. She sat triumphantly on the highest branch. The two men hit the tree trunk painfully, a bone crackling sound was heard. And long lines of curses were strung as the pain had spread. Dara repeated them and made a sign and disappeared, leaving the two toppled on top of each other.
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