Five Minutes in Winter

The night is cold.

I suppose I should expect this, considering it's winter.

But maybe it feels colder now because I'm just sitting here.

I'm not really used to just sitting here next to him, especially not when we're just staring into the sky. Of course, there is the small clay spider in the air, but it hasn't gone off yet and right now we're just staring.

Or maybe that's it, maybe it's because I'm sitting next to him. He's like that sometimes. Cold. However I don't think that's it. But I don't really know; the cold is scrambling my brains.

It's really late. The rest of the Akatsuki are probably asleep by now (though it's hard to imagine Itachi going to sleep while other people are still awake) but nether of us could sleep and we both just kind of ended up here. In the middle of the night, all alone.

Nether of us are talking. The silence is almost deafening. Normally one of us would have said something by now. But then again normally we wouldn't be sitting outside in the freezing cold three a.m. air.

I look up. It should have gone off by now. Time must be moving really slow.

That's okay, for some odd reason. Maybe it's nice to finally get some peace. Maybe it's nice to…

The bomb explodes.

"You see?" Deidara asks at last, throwing his arm out. "Art is a bang."

I turn around. "Maybe that's just not art."