A/N: I totally forgot about this story actually…it's pretty random and it's hard to find things for the characters to do. I really should work on my writing skills…
So aside from the fact that Sakura keeps nagging over the same shit over and over again, I don't think this came out too bad. But I think I rushed the ending a little.
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DPOV
I couldn't help it, I really couldn't. Even though I didn't want to be bothered by it I was. So here I was, checking for the fourth time today, at the edge of the staircase peeking in through the crack of the door at Sakura. She was pacing back and forth, stopping every once in a while to stare at the puppet for a moment.
I guess it was safe to assume she was bothered somewhat by my words said just hours before. I looked at the cup of fresh water in my hand to replace the previous one that she so rudely splashed in my face.
Gripping my hair with my free hand I proceeded back up the stairs.
"Sigh…what the hell am I doing?"
I opened the door and shut it, then turned and walked into the kitchen. to put the cup on the counter. Putting it on the counter I used my free hand to help rub at my temples. Boy was my life a reck.
"I really should be out helping Sasori Danna…What the hell am I still doing here, yeah?"
I've noticed that ever since this girl was placed in my basement, I have been talking to myself more. That's a bad habit I don't want to keep.
I walked into the living room and saw my band aids sitting on the coffee table and stared at it for a while before going to wrap it around my hand again.
I still couldn't believe she saw it. She saw what was the most sensitive and most self-conscious part of my body. I bit my lip in frustration.
"Why did she have to see it, yeah? What's wrong with her?!" I leaned my head against the wall, stopping the wrapping of the bandages on my hand.
It shouldn't be that big a deal, but my mind was telling me to be really mad about it.
There was no real point in getting angry. It was in the past and I couldn't do anything about it. She was probably just going to pretend she never saw it anyway.
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SPOV
My mind seemed to be going a mile a minute as I paced there on the cement floor.
What the hell did I just see on his hand?
A mutation?
A weird hobby?
Why did he get so angry about it?
What was he going to do to me?
When would he do it?
Was he still angry?
Was I in big trouble?
Was he going to kill me?!
I just didn't want to think about it, but no matter what I did the thoughts would not leave my head, and being stared at by Kuroko wasn't helping at all.
Yes, so I named the creepy human-puppet boy. It's not like I was entertained down here.
"It's only been three hours or so since he stormed out of here…." I mumbled and stopped pacing. No offense, but he was such a baby. A selfish little baby.
I backed up against the wall and shot forward starting to run towards the window but the chains ran out and I fell on my face.
"Augh!" I groaned and attempted to rub my nose with my cuffed hands. This was ridiculous; I shouldn't have this happening to me.
"First he kidnaps me and scares the crap out of me with his doll, then he won't share his band aids and threatens me…" my eyes started to water a little. I crawled up and got back on my feet.
"Well if he thinks he can do all this without facing consequences then I will make this the biggest thing he will regret in his life."
I ran forward again but the chains stopped me and I fell on my stomach violently again.
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DPOV
I couldn't believe what I saw. It was beyond horrifying for me.
There in the same corner of the basement sat the girl with cuts and scrapes all over her. She leaned against the wall as she sat in a small pool of her own blood.
I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. I was just….stunned.
Why the hell would she get herself covered in so many wounds? I-it was absurd!
She grinned up at me as I stood there in surprise. Maybe that was why she was grinning suddenly. She didn't do that when I first came in.
"You have…pretty good chains. I couldn't find a way to get out of them at all. Are you sure this isn't your profession?" she inquired as I watched some blood run down from her knee.
"Are you trying to injure yourself, you masochist?" I mumbled to myself as I still pondered what reason she had to do this.
"You better treat me, Deidara-san. It's starting to sting a bit."
My eye widened a little at that statement. She got hurt…so that I would have to heal her? That made no sense at all.
Maybe she was just trying to escape but this was the result….? I did not get this girl one bit.
Stepping towards her, I kneeled down and inspected the wounds closer. It looked like a few cuts and bruises. They weren't super deep either, just over dramatized with more blood.
"What the hell did you do, yeah?" I asked reaching out to touch her knee. She jerked back at the feeling. Not really a surprise. She was abducted after all.
"I don't want to treat these," I declared finally and watched as her shoulders tensed. She looked up at me a bit surprised that I refused to treat her wounds. What can I say? I had nothing to treat her with.
"B-but…what if they get infected?" she asked.
"Let me spell it out for you. I. Don't. Have. Anything. To. Treat. You. With." I raised my eyebrow at her expression.
"You have band aids right? Or gauze. You seem like the kind of person who gets hurt a lot." She eyed me intently as I thought about her words for a minute.
My brow creased when I looked at her suspiciously.
"No. I told you already, yeah. I just have the ones on my hands, which aren't for you. I'll give you a wet rag or something," I said beginning to stand up when I got a tug at my sleeve pulling me back down to eye level.
Her eyes were searching mine. I couldn't help but notice how unconcerned she was with her situation. I was the kidnaper and she was the kidnapped. Plus, before she was fretting over what I was going to do with her. What the hell happened to make her so calm?
Her lips pursed and I gulped slightly for some unknown reason. Maybe it was the fact that the room was getting a little hot, or the fact that I could point out every tint in her skin color and the exact curve of her lips when she was struggling for the right words. Or could it possibly be that I have never been this close to a girl in my life.
Sad, but true.
"You're lying."
I half gaped.
"Excuse me, yeah? No I'm not," I glared.
"You're just not sharing. Just using them for you to hide you insignificant problem while you let an innocent bystander bleed in your basement—"
I smacked her arm away from mine.
"Mind your own business, yeah! You're getting a little too comfortable around here for a captive! You have no right to expect such luxuries. "
She reached out and grabbed my face between her palms. That's when I froze.
Her hands felt warm against my skin making my eye widen. She just stared at me and drifted a little closer. What was she doing?!
"…You shouldn't talk to girls like that."
The next thing I knew, something wet and warm was sliding down my cheek by my nose.
It was silent for a second before she pulled her hands away from my face and scooted back to her comfort zone. I slowly drifted my hand up to my face to wipe off the liquid. Only one word came into my mind.
Spit.
The girl…spit on me! She spit in my face!
"You have some nerve," I gritted out shutting my eye and gripping my fist. I swung it forward till it barely touched the tip of her nose.
She looked shocked and slightly scared, her eyes shut tightly in response.
I leaned my face closer and glared at her.
"How would you like it if I spit in your face, yeah?"
She shivered a bit making me feel that something was wrong.
"Why are you—", I started when I heard a noise upstairs.
"Why is the basement door open?"
She looked concerned as I stiffened and gripped her arm tightly. I shot my head back hearing the door at the top of the stairs open wider.
"Shit!"
Someone was home early, and they were coming down here. How would I explain the blood on the floor? The broken window? The girl?!
I shot my head back to her urgently.
"You gotta go. Now."