Chapter 7 - Frustration, Death And Inception
Hitori woke up instantly, and sat up dead straight when she heard cursing and what sounded like a smash of glass coming from somewhere in the house. She sat still, 'feeling' for any presence aside Deidara's, and when she figured that no one else was there, she got up and walked out of the bedroom, still on her guard, not that she ever dropped her guard, and stopped when she saw Deidara looking completely guilty, and she looked down at the smashed plate on the ground and food scattered everywhere and the two bowls that he was holding in each hand which looked like they had something in them.
She just stood there, staring at the sight before her and simply raised an eyebrow in question. Deidara chuckled nervously, and put the two bowls back on the counter, and began to clean up the mess he made. Hitori grabbed a broom from the bathroom, and walked back out to help. When they got everything cleaned up, she leaned with her back against the counter and gave him a look that clearly said 'What the fuck happened?'.
He chuckled nervously again. "Um, I was trying to make some breakfast to bring into the bedroom for us, but I accidentally knocked the plate off the counter somehow..." he sheepishly scratched the back of his head and inwardly hoped that she wouldn't take him outside and beat the shit out of him for it.
"You're a shinobi, an S-ranked one at that, yeah. How the hell are you not dexterous enough to stop that kind of thing from happening?" Hitori just rested her head on her hand silently. Then she started laughing. "I don't think you realise howhilarious you looked when I first saw you. You looked like a puppy who was caught doing something it knows it shouldn't be doing!" Deidara just stood there frowning at her metaphor, but his mouth was twisted in a slightly embarrassed smile.
When she calmed down she took the two bowls of soup and brought them into the bedroom, setting them both down on her bedside table as Deidara brought in the two glasses of juice he poured earlier and swapped Hitori a bowl for a glass. They both ate in silence, all the while Deidara had a slightly furrowed brow and Hitori just slurped down her soup happily until she noticed his expression.
She swallowed the mouthful of soup she had and spoke. "What's up with you, huh?"
"Well, I was trying to do something...nice...since you have been letting me stay with you and all. But clearly it failed miserably, yeah." he kind of hesitated saying 'nice' since it really wasn't in his nature to do 'nice' things, being an ex-Akatsuki member, terrorist bomber and everything that came with that territory.
She shrugged indifferently. "Doesn't worry me, yeah. It is nice having you around. I haven't really made any friends since we got separated. The last time that I made friends was with a cat who had a thorn in it's foot. I pulled it out and healed it up. Cliche, I know, but it happened, yeah."
Deidara nearly spat out his last mouthful of soup from laughing but luckily he held it in. He knew Hitori would probably make him wash the sheets and blankets by hand if he did that. After punching him a few times, of course. Just the mental image of the woman sitting beside him, dressed up in her usual ninja attire, katana strapped to her back, petting a small cat and pulling a thorn from it's paw and healing the wound. He couldn't take it seriously.
"Why is that funny? I like animals, so...shut up!" Hitori faced away from him and finished her soup quicker than she thought possible while Deidara just rolled around on the bed laughing. She gathered her clothes, and a few weapons and flung a shuriken at Deidara, which he barely dodged with a yelp, and lodged into the head of the bed, a few inches from his own head.
"Get dressed. We're training. And I guarantee that I'm going to get you back laughing for at my expense." she glared at him and threw another shuriken at him when she decided he wasn't moving quick enough. She tried not to laugh as he yelped again and narrowly dodged the shuriken and walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
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