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Oh, yeah! Two chapters in under five days. Woot! Woot! *does little victory dance* This chapter just sorta flowed out of my mind really quickly, and it was originally nowhere in my outline. I just decided that I needed to add a little fluffy interlude to explain some stuff about Deidara and Kyo's past. Anyway, here's the dictionary!
ANBU -- a special black-ops of elite ninja loyal to their Kage. Often have little or no morals.
. . . .um, I think that's everything! Not many new words in this chapter. . . .
Chapter 9
“So, what now, Deidara-kun?”
The aforementioned blonde glared at her out of the corner of his eye as they trudged along a winding dirt path. Mud had managed to smudge itself across the entireties of their faces as well as caking their hair in a twiggy mess. “Oh, what happened to Deidara-baka, un, Kyo-chan?”
“So, what now, Deidara-baka?”
His eye twitched discreetly. “I don't know. Why don't you come up with something, un?”
She skipped forward, playfully kicking her legs in the air. “Because I'm not nearly as smart as my Deidara-kun!”
He rolled his eyes, hands beginning to twitch as well. “What is it with you and changing honorifics, un? Just freakin' pick one!”
The greenette pouted. “But it's just so much fun, Deidara-baka!”
A hiss of annoyance escaped his lips (and by his 'lips', I mean all of them) as he massaged his temples.
Kyo rolled her tongue inside her cheek at the lack of response from her companion. She glanced expectantly at him.
Silence.
“Ummm. . . .” The greenette fidgeted, skipping side to side anxiously.
Silence.
The quiet gnawed at her mind, forcing her to make little twirls every few feet to manage the feeling.
Silence.
Suddenly, the figurative light bulb went off in her green-haired little skull as she asked the most original question in the history of questions: “. . .how are you?”
The blonde abruptly halted, staring at his feet so his face was hidden in the tresses of his golden hair. “. . . .how. . . .am. . . .I. . . .?”
The nervousness returned to his companion's gait as she grunted acknowledgment.
“You. Want to know. How. I. Am?”
Kyo's head bobbed in agreement as she crept closer, eyes wide with curiosity at her partner's sudden change in mood.
“Do you really want to know. How. I. Am?”
His final syllable hung in the air, causing the greenette's eyes to nearly bug out of her skull. She nodded her head furiously.
“Then I will tell you. How. I. Am.” He paused.
She stared at him as if he would suddenly spew out some great philosophical book that she could then sell to earn millions upon millions upon millions of—
“I JUST NEARLY DIED AT THE HANDS OF SOME IDIOT KONOHA NINJA AND THEN GOT THROWN FROM THE SKY BY ONE OF YOUR QUESTIONABLY INSANE SUMMONINGS AND THEN LANDED IN A BLACKBERRY BUSH AND THEN GOT SEVERAL RIBS BROKEN BY YOUR IDIOTIC STUNT AUDITION AND THEN TRIED TO BLOW YOU UP BUT ONLY SUCCEEDED IN BLOWING MYSELF UP DUE TO YOUR DAMN ICE SHIELD AND THEN GOT PUSHED INTO A POOL OF MUD DUE TO YOUR HYPERACTIVE BOUNCING AND AM NOW BEING ANNOYED BY YOUR FREAKIN' INCESSANT CURIOSITY! THAT'S HOW I AM. HOW 'BOUT YOU, UN?”
“I'm absolutely wonderful!”
Silence.
“. . . .teme.”
BOOM!
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“Mmm-mmm. You know, it's common sense that one should not blow thyself up.”
Deidara's sat with his eye twitching as Kyo shoved her much beloved pocky into her mouth.
“It's just not beneficial for—oh, this is so dang GOOD!” The greenette descended upon her foot-high pile of chocolate covered pocky with vengeance, stuffing her cheeks to the point of bursting.
Lovely.
The blonde eyed his companion critically, his own sticks of pocky untouched. The greenette had insisted that it was unfair for her to 'be blessed by the wonderfully delicate delicacy that is pocky-sama' while he remained tragically pockyless.
He far preferred dango.
“. . . .mmm. . . .so what were you doing in Konoha anyway?”
Deidara started at the sound of her voice, slamming his knee against the bottom of the table in the process. The knee had also happened to be already severely bruised due to a certain greenette slamming unceremoniously into his gut a few hours previous.
“GAH!”
Kyo grimaced through her pocky as the blonde clutched his knee, spouting curses that made the mothers in the restaurant cover their own ears. Forget the kids.
“. . . .$#%#!#!#!#$#$@#%@^!#@%!#@@!@!%. . . .”
The greenette calmly gnawed on her pocky as he continued to spout profanities.
“. . . .@$%#!#@#%!#!#@#%^@#@!%. . . .”
She began to hum.
“. . . .$&@!#@%@!@#@#^&%$^@. . . .”
“. . . .somewhere over the rainbow. . . .”
“. . . .#%#!@^$@%#@!&. . . .”
Finally, the cursing festival began to die down, becoming a mere under-his-breath babble of words not fit to be put in this account.
She chewed serenely on her pocky. “Well?”
Deidara glanced around them. Mothers were glaring daggers at the pair from all angles, clutching their now wide-eyed children to their breasts. . . .the blonde returned the glowers with vengeance.
He turned back to Kyo, choosing that moment to pick up his pocky and down it whole.
They stared at each other in silence, each slowly chewing on their respective snacks.
“Well?”
“None of your business, un.”
Kyo looked slightly taken-back at her companion's bitter response, before hissing under her breath and leaning forward.
BAM!
Deidara blinked in surprise as she slammed her hand against the table, dropping her precious pocky in the process.
“Baka!” she spat. “Of course it's my business!”
Now it was Deidara's turn to look taken-back. Indignation flashed across his face as he opened his mouth to issue a biting reply, but the greenette beat him to it.
“You left in the middle of the night and left me to clean up the mess! Do you know how much I had to go through? ANBU! They questioned me. Hell, they nearly tortured me!” She was on her feet. “The damn landlord kicked me out of our apartment because Onoki-baka wouldn't pay for me because I'm just a misfit freak, not some genius kid with an awesome kekkai-genkai!”
The burning stares of the restaurant's other occupants bore down crushingly on the pair, but neither cared. They were insignificant, mere flies to be crushed.
Deidara gawked at her for a moment, before leaping to his feet as well. “Oh, like my life was all that great, un! My parents died when I was two years old in a sabotage of the Iwagakure patrols. No one was there to protect me. No one could stop the mobs! They raided my parent's house, and then set in on freakin' fire! But no, they couldn't stop there, un. I was hunted by angry villagers for four years of my life!”
The greenette put one foot on the table. “Well, boo-hoo for you! At least people noticed you. I was invisible. No one recognized me. I never even knew my parents and it's not like anyone would ever tell me about them! I was just some cast-away, street freak. No money. No home. No nothing.”
The Akatsuki member leaned forward, resting his hands on the table. “I'd have rather been shunned than assaulted, un.”
A snarl escaped her lips. “People looked at me like I was just a waste of space! I was a stain on their shoes. And even though no one said anything, I knew it. I knew that they were imagining ripping me to little shreds on the inside.”
“Oh, you knew it, un? Well, that makes it all—“
“Oi!”
The two were nearly nose to nose, each glaring at the other with an emotion akin to hate, when the shopkeeper interrupted.
He stood at the head of their table, calloused hands on his hips and eyes sparking with irritation. “Now, I don't know what the hell is going on with you two, but will you please take it the heck outta my restaurant!”
The pair didn't look at him, neither willing to back down, until Kyo snorted, narrowing her eyes, and forcing herself to stand straight. “Certainly, sir.” Her words dripped with venom as she stared down at Deidara's furious countenance. “We should be finding an inn anyway, eh, Deidara-kun?”
With that, she turned and nimbly leapt off the table, turning her back on the blonde.
And Deidara could have sworn he heard her voice crack.
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Life wasn't easy.
It never had been and most likely never would.
That was just a fact that every war-orphan knew.
And yet, this one bump in the figurative road caused Deidara to feel like someone had shred his insides in their entirety.
The blonde lay on his mat with his back facing Kyo, and, though she was not in range of his view, he knew that the greenette was fast asleep. Her breaths were deep and calm. In and out. In and out. In and out. . . .
Oh, how he envied her!
His grip on the edge of the mat tightened.
To be able to escape reality, just like that? It would make his whole freakin' life so much easier! But, sadly, it was not one of his gifts.
How could I say those things?
Regret raced through his mind, regret that he just wanted to go away. He and Kyo had never been likely friends, but they always were. You know? One got beat up, the other jumped in to help. (Of course, they got beaten up too.) One got captured, the other tried to rescue them. (Of course, they got captured too.) It was just the way of the world.
They teased. They bickered. Heck, they even tried to blow each other up regularly! But something like this?
Never.
That wasn't how the world worked.
The blonde clutched his tired head with one hand.
And Deidara just wished it would go away!
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Opinions? Like I said, it was very fluffy, as well as being rather short. I think it ended at about 1700 words? Not exactly sure. Somewhere around there!
Peace out peoplz!
KobaltWolf
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