Chained Angel (Deidara Story) Chapter 1

Chapter 8

Whatever Deidara had been expecting, it hadn’t been that.

She had taken a handful of clay, and he had figured she would just mould it like a normal person would, and so he had turned back to his own method, making more of what he needed. But it wasn’t until he glanced back at her and saw chakra snake up her arms and disappear back into her body that he really began to pay attention, wondering what she had done. And then she held up what she had been making with the chakra. And it was this that had amazed him completely and rendered him speechless, unsure what to say.

There was a beautifully intricate rose placed in her hands.

Frowning in wonder, he asked if he could hold it, and she complied, causing him to take it and look it over, still in a trance as to how she did it. And in the same way she had done to him, he questioned softly about her showing him how she moulded the clay like that. Swallowing hard, she had bit the inside of her lip while she considered it, weighing up pros and cons of showing him, but realising he had shown her, even though he might have been nervous, made her opt to show him, returning the favour.So taking another handful of clay, she laid her hands horizontally above one another, palms facing each other, and placed the clay in between. Watching carefully, Deidara’s eyes widened as she closed her eyes, and it abruptly began to float, as electricity-like chakra wormed its way down her arms and onto her hands, and the clay effectively moulded itself.

A second later and it had turned into a small cat, with every detail perfect on it. Deidara exhaled in admiration at what she’d done, once again wondering what the hell she was doing in the mansion and not in a ninja village. Somewhere where she could make a proper life for herself, instead of in a deadbeat town just sitting in a mansion. She deserved better. And with her powers, there wasn’t anything she couldn’t do. Spluttering for a few minutes after the show, Deidara finally managed to find his voice, and blurted,

“Whoa. I—you—whoa. How did you learn how to do that, un?”

But suddenly she was timid and quiet, and wouldn’t look him in the eye, looking down at her feet, hesitant to reveal details about her abilities, to Deidara’s confusion. Even when she did begin to speak, it was reluctant, and she mumbled several things which Deidara couldn’t catch, before stuttering,

“I just found I could do it. I have to come in here a lot, and I used to go over to the clay and work with it. And then I guess...it just kinda happened.I’ve always had things I can’t control, like my telepathy, telekinesis, teleportation...”

Grinning in fascination, Deidara responded with a,

“Nice, un!”

Though she soon fell into silence, and didn’t seem to want to tell anymore about them, and he finally brought up the courage to ask her something that was a little more personal, and sighing, he questioned innocently,

“Why can’t you tell me anything else, un?”

“My danna doesn’t know,” was all she whispered in return.

Bewildered once again with her use of ‘danna’ when the guy appeared to be alright, he frowned and glanced away, thinking it all over. The girl, however, watching as he did so, realised what exactly she was doing and widened her eyes in shock, and stood quickly, Deidara’s gaze followed her, doing nothing while she spluttered,

“I should leave.”

But as she grabbed the tray and turned to go Deidara leapt up and stretched an arm out to her to call for her to stop, actually managing to voice this attempt at stopping her, but when he blinked while standing...she was already gone, literally in the blink of an eye. All he could do afterwards was sigh, sitting back down with a thump as he thought of her actions and reactions to what he’d said and asked her about, and although he wished what he had said hadn’t made her leave, that being one of the last things he wanted, he was sort of glad he had asked. It really brought the fact something was wrong to a head, and he definitely knew something was going on in the mansion, but the problem was perfectly fitting for the mansion itself: mysterious and almost eerie in a way. And his dream was brought to mind again.

He wanted to help.

But maybe the dream had some truth in it. Maybe it was connected to reality.

Maybe he couldn’t help her, even if he tried.

With another sigh, hating how upset he felt, he left everything where it was, not caring about it for the moment, and dragged himself out of the room to the library, doing so at a slow crawl. He didn’t want to do anything; not experimenting with bombs, not fighting, not anything. But looking for information in about a million books was about as close to nothing he could get, and as such pressed on, finally arriving at the library a minute later. Walking across the room to the area where Sasori was, he completely blanked Sasori’s words about being extremely late and merely grabbed the nearest book and began looking through it, writing down things that might be useful in it, and if not, looking for another book on the shelf.

Now that Deidara had rejoined the search, the progress was a little more useful, though riddles were still all that were coming out in terms of information. Sasori had solved quite a few of them, but he needed Deidara to help him out with it all. But now he had come back, Sasori wasn’t concentrating as much. He’d ask Deidara to pass him something that he needed or get something while he was up, and received a spat comment back. Noting the cause with an obvious roll of his eyes, he waited for a few minutes before stating nonchalantly,

“So she visited you, did she?”

Instantly flinging his head up, he calmed down a little bit after his eyes meeting Sasori’s, and somehow with him sitting there making conversation about her, his anger slipped away, and a reminder of how upset he had been was thrown back in his face, and with a slightly more sensitive look on his face now, he exclaimed,

“But there’s something wrong, Sasori-danna! Don’t you think it’s all suspicious surrounding her? She’s in trouble, and we can’t even tell what it is, un!”

Sasori didn’t give a reaction, as was expected, and looked down at the book he was holding, and began writing something else down. Sighing, and thinking Sasori was avoiding the question completely, Deidara began to go back to his own book, when he noticed Sasori’s gaze flick back to his, and listened carefully as Sasori replied,

“Of course there’s something suspicious going on with her. But for the moment, there is nothing we can do. You’ll just have to wait to get more information before you can figure out if there is anything you can do. So why not focus on finding the rune until that opportunity arises.”

A small soft smile fluttered onto his face at the knowledge, allowing him to take a deep breath partly fuelled by relief at the idea of being able to help. But something still held him back from being truly happy with Sasori’s answer, and ultimately from thanking him for it. All he could think about was how similar he was feeling to what he had felt in the dream at the beginning. It was like the dream had had some sort of prophetic touch to it. And now it was making him worried. The dream had started off bad, and had merely got worse. So when it came down to it...

Were things going to get worse?

Or would he have to see her die?