Chained Angel (Deidara Story) Chapter 1

Chapter 5

Waking up suddenly, the cry remained in his head for a good few seconds, before his brain became used to all the surroundings around him, and Deidara relaxed back into the bed, although his mind was racing as to what his dream had been about. The imprints of the images on his mind were extremely strong, and had had a profound effect on him. As he blinked to get over the dream, he rubbed his eyes only to find they were wet from the crying he had experienced.

Yet somehow...it didn’t seem surprising.

The emotion he had felt in the dream, when watching the girl cry and when he himself had been crying while holding her body had been powerful, so it didn’t appear to be so strange to see his eyes were wet from a few tears. To see her die had felt like a punch to his stomach, and it had felt like a real, true, loss of someone he loved. Another part of the dream which he couldn’t shake off, no matter what he tried. But it felt important. Like it was almost a premonition. Something he wasn’t particularly happy about, but knew that there was nothing he could do.

So as such, he pulled himself out of bed with a yawn and a stretch, looking over his shoulder quickly once he was done, just to make sure the cry had disappeared from his head, and being met thankfully with silence. Scratching the back of his head with another yawn, he yanked the curtains open, wincing at the light, and grabbed his cloak and slipped it over his shoulders, wondering what to do next, considering the circumstances, without knowing where anything was. It was a huge mansion. He didn’t know if he could head anywhere without getting lost. But he just wanted to get out. The room still had the aura of the dream, and he needed to air his own body and mind to get rid of the image of her crying.

Of her being stabbed.

Of the cry the dream had finished with.

He needed to forget it.

But before he could think about what needed to be done, a careful but firm knock rang out into the room from the door, and going over to it, Deidara opened it, expecting it to be Sasori, only to blink in surprise as he saw the girl. Surprised, but not upset in the slightest, he grinned and greeted her, receiving one in return, though slightly less enthusiastic than his own had been. He didn’t even notice he felt like being really nice to her after seeing her crying and being insulted in the dream he had had the previous night.

Smiling softly at him, she waited until Sasori resurfaced before starting her tour, stating just before they started that the kitchen would be their final destination, at which point they could get something to eat. Nodding in agreement with this idea, she walked off and both Deidara and Sasori followed with the girl in the middle, pointing out things which were of important value in terms of understanding the layout of the house. She glanced back at both of them to say that things like the ones she was pointing out were good markers to make sure you didn’t get lost with the house being the size it was.

Deidara nodded along with this, unable to stop smiling at the fact she said it not in a way that said they were stupid, but once again worried in case they did get lost. Her helpfulness wasn’t something Deidara truly understood, considering all that was going on, but as they continued with the tour, he couldn’t help but like it as much as he did with her other personality traits. Though the tour was spent mostly in nods of agreement, occasional pointers at rooms from the girl and yes’s in accord, Sasori eventually spoke up, the girl slowing down slightly to watch, making Deidara do the same as he questioned,

“Do you have a library?”

“Yeah, sure. Follow me, and I’ll show it to you.” She responded simply, and at the next corridor turned and headed down a few more, still making sure to point out things that would help them to not get lost.

Then a few minutes later the library door appeared, and entering silently, she pushed the door open fully and revealed the room, Deidara’s mouth dropping open as he did so. There were several desks and tables at the front for reading and looking over information, but things just got more amazing the further back into the library you got. Bookshelves stretched as far as the eye could see, and not only were there a lot of bookshelves, but as they reached the walls, the books extended upwards, acting as a wallpaper for the room itself. He didn’t doubt there was at least a million books in there, and stayed staring at it for a second, before managing to mumble in awe,

“You have a massive library, un...”

Smiling softly once again, she shrugged, once again revealing her modesty, but went on, finally managing to distract their attention from the books to face her as she said,

“We pretty much have all kinds of rooms of every type you can think of.”

Something suddenly popping up into Deidara’s head, ideas already coming together to formulate a plan, he paused for a moment to consider whether or not to ask, but gave in and asked as she finished,

“So...you have an art studio, hmm?”

Turning to look with another small smile, Sasori merely turning to look with a roll of his eyes and a stern look on his face, the girl nodded in answer to his question with her hands in her pockets, shrugging slightly at the intense gaze filled with emotion staring directly at her face, and replying after a moment,

“Yeah, but it kinda leads on to the pottery place. When there were a lot of people living here, they actually used to make and ship pottery out.”

This news only bringing more excitement and happiness onto his face and eyes, he edged closer by an inch, his grin growing by the second, and exclaimed,

“So they have clay, yeah?”

“Yeah. There’s tons of it, all in crates. Why?” She responded simply, raising an eyebrow in surprise as Deidara suddenly whooped in happiness, the mission taking a new turn for the good as he jumped up and down in absolute delight at what she’d said.

Though it was a little unexpected, the girl really was loving his infectious glee, and then Sasori stepped forward slightly to explain his behaviour, saying with a shake of his head in Deidara’s direction,

“He likes to blow things up. Mostly clay.”

But upon hearing Sasori’s comment, Deidara instantly halted at Sasori’s words and let out a protest of indignation as he did so, unable to stop the blush that immediately flared up his cheeks as he thought about what Sasori had just said to her. It might not have bothered him that much if it had been someone else, or he might have been more annoyed, but she felt important. And as such, he cared about her opinion.

Why, he didn’t know. But it just seemed logical to respect her opinions, and protect how he looked from her point of view. She didn’t seem like the type of person to be harsh and put him down constantly—unlike Sasori—but there was always a worry that she would think he was an idiot, and he really didn’t want that.

The girl merely waited where she was, looking at him with an expectant look that Deidara knew was egging him on to explain his protests, and blushing even more, he started,

“I make sculptures out of the clay, yeah. I can change the size and shape to what I want...and then I use them as weapons in battle. But I wanted to go to the art studio, yeah, because I, uh...I like to experiment with them, hmm.”

Letting out an abrupt giggle at his sudden shy attitude, Deidara’s blush automatically faded, being replaced by a grin as he watched her do so. Seeing her laugh brought even more attention to her beauty, emphasising how amazing her eyes were by putting a happy glint into them. It hadn’t ever occurred to him that she might get even more beautiful, but then, he’d never seen her truly smile.

It just made him so happy to know that he had been the one to put it on her face.