Disclaimer: Not mine! I swear! None of it belongs to me except the plot!!

Warnings: Self-harm, attempted suicide, character death, adult language, yaoi (guyXguy), hott smex!!!, and what happens when Tsuki's mind gets away with her. :D lol

Crimson Angel

Chapter 1-- Angel on the Rooftop

Naruto sat on a rooftop, looking up at the stars. There was a slight breeze that brought goosebumps to his arms, his usual bright orange jacket oddly missing that night. There was an almost full moon hanging in the sky. The constellation Orion was clearly visible. Crickets chirped somewhere in the distance, singing their sweet song of love to one another. He was alone.

He hugged his knees to his chest and let a tear slip. His face was solemn appeared to be glowing in the moonlight. His hair swayed slightly in the breeze, and the three scars on each of his cheeks only served to enhance his beauty. Naruto brought his arm to his face and looked at it with disdain. There were cuts all over his wrist, some new and some old and scarring. More tears slipped out. Naruto appeared as though he wanted to scream, but all that came out was a broken sob.

Deidara watched this all in fascination. He'd been sent to spy on the hyperactive knuckle headed Jinchuuriki, but instead he found a beautiful broken boy. He awed at just how feminine the boy looked when he was like that. For some reason, some part of Deidara wanted to go over there and hold Naruto and make him happy. It was a tragic thing to see an angel cry.

He wanted to cry to when Naruto brought out a kunai. Deidara knew exactly what he planned on doing, but the question was how deep was the young fox going to go? Naruto brought the kunai to his wrist, his tears coming out faster, but his sobs silent now.

Something wet and warm fell on Deidara's cheek. It was a tear; he was crying to for this fallen angel. In one quick, clean cut, red spilled from the blonde Jinchuuriki's wrist. He did the same thing with his other wrist before dropping the kunai and falling backwards, resting his back up against the side of another building. His wrists were just lying there, a pool of blood forming around each. With wide eyes Deidara realized that those cuts were meant to kill.

Something, the blonde pyrotechnic didn't know what, caused him to go over to the young Leaf ninja. He wasn't a medic nin, and he wasn't going to pretend to be one. He knew there was no saving this boy unless he brought him back to base and had Kakuzu look at him. As quickly as he could, Deidara ripped part of his cloak off and wrapped a piece around each wrist tightly. The blonde Jinchuuriki moaned in pain and looked up at Deidara dazedly. Naruto was already starting to slip into unconsciousness.

As gently as he could, the Deidara picked up his enemy and carried him to the camp he'd set up for himself. Seconds later they were there, in the woods right outside Konoha, and Deidara gently laid his burden down. The leaf nin was losing blood fast and Deidara knew there was no way he would be able to get to the others in time; the nearby base where Kakuzu and Hidan were currently staying at was an hour away, without carrying dead weight.

Deidara shuddered at the word; dead. For some reason, he didn't want the blonde dead, not by his hand or any others. Again a tear managed to slip from Deidara's eye. He clinched his fist. If he wanted to save Naruto, he'd have to use one of his forbidden jutsu. This was risky, and Deidara was risking his own life, but something just wouldn't let him let this blonde angel die.

Taking a deep breath, Deidara mentally prepared himself for the dangerous jutsu. When he was calm enough to perform it, he threw up the hand signs required.

"Earth style! Mother Earth, the breath of life jutsu!" Deidara shouted on the last handsign.

Without hesitation Deidara placed his lips on Naruto's and breathed in softly. The effect was instantaneous. Naruto's eyes shot open and his once shallow breath becoming deeper and he breathed in what Deidara offered. Deidara drew back when Naruto's color and breathing returned to normal. He smiled as the younger blonde gently closed his eyes and fell into a deep healing sleep.

Something urged Deidara on, and he touched the sleeping Jinchuuriki's face softly, caressing him as though he were a lover. He sighed, remembering how it felt when their lips met, even if it wasn't a real kiss. Just as abruptly as the thoughts came, Deidara realized how foolish he was acting. He drew back his hand quickly and resisted the urge to slap himself.

This was his enemy! He wasn't supposed to want to kiss him or caress him! He forced himself to relax, and as he did so the adrenaline began to wear off. Just as he got up to stand, Deidara collapsed, the effects of the jutsu finally getting to him.

A/N: I'm still alive!! And... here's another story. Sorry, but this one came to me in class one day and so I typed it up then and there. I hope to finish this story but I don't know how long it'll be. Hell, I have no idea where this is going. Well, I hope to work on my other stories this weekend so, yay!

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