Deidara went to Sasori after Angel left, his research about the rune hindered by everything going on his head. When Sasori questioned him as to what it was, feeling that there was something relatively serious going on, though it may be focused solely on Deidara’s worries alone, even he was slightly surprised at how Deidara reacted. He shook his head at Sasori’s question, glancing around constantly and stating repeatedly that he wouldn’t tell him. From the look on his face, Sasori knew he had to tell someone, let it all out, the emotions and thoughts inside of him were so forceful and explosive, but obviously, it would have to wait until later.
Neither of them could concentrate on the rune. Knowing there was something Deidara wanted to tell him, and somehow wanting to know about it himself, he was becoming impatient to know what it was, and kept fidgeting around as he read, the words not coming together to make any sense to him anymore. Deidara simply stared blankly at the pages, turning them every now and again to make it seem as if he was reading. He was too busy thinking about Angel, and whether Bokun had anything to do with it. The situation in the art studio reflected this idea and amplified it, and as such Deidara didn’t feel comfortable telling Sasori anything—or getting advice off of him—in such a large room, with so many places for him to listen in and find out what was going on. If he was catching on to what was going on with Angel.
So for the next few hours the fruitless research continued, until eventually Sasori stated they’d better finish, as they were both tired and couldn’t find much else in the current books they were reading. Deidara didn’t protest in the slightest, though his agreement in stopping was less enthusiastic as it normally was. He merely nodded softly in accord with Sasori’s idea, and standing, he closed the book in front of him, and slid it, along with the paper he “had been writing on” to the rest in the middle of the table, following Sasori as he left the library. This time Sasori waited while Deidara grabbed something to eat, the fact he was slow not affecting him in the slightest. How Deidara had reacted to his simple question was making him think. Suddenly he was becoming paranoid of what was going on.
It wasn’t until he realised that he’d been waiting on Deidara for the last five minutes that he snapped out of it for a moment, shaking his head and hurrying him along. But Deidara was soon finished, not particularly hungry after it all, and turned with Sasori and went back to their rooms, though heading into Sasori’s instead of his own for the moment. Sasori sensed he was still a little tense as he glanced around a couple of times, but eventually focused completely on him and told him what was bothering him so much. And just as Sasori had suspected, it wasn’t as forgettable as he would have first thought it would be. True, he was talking about what was going on with Angel—as he now took her name to be—but there was something that still surprised him, as Deidara continued,
“And everything was fine, but then Bokun showed up and she went all introverted and—”
“Bokun showed up?” Sasori suddenly cut in, narrowing his eyes at Deidara. He merely nodded yes in response, questioning,
“Why is that such a big deal, un?” Sasori didn’t hesitate and as he stated firmly,
“How many times have we seen him over our stay?” Deidara could do nothing but burble,
“Uhh...”
“Yeah. Exactly. We—well, I—have only seen him once. And you only saw him another time because he clearly wanted to speak to Angel. Well, at least, apparently wanting to speak to Angel. The “structural” problems he’s having down in the basement can’t be that bad. Plus, we haven’t heard a sound from down there. Whatever he’s doing, it’s not as innocent as it first seems. Somehow I don’t doubt your concern over Bokun and Angel isn’t that unfeasible.” Sasori went on, analysing things carefully from his point of view, considering he was the only one calm enough to do so. Deidara nodded along with it like an eager to learn child, exclaiming afterwards,
“Yeah! Before Bokun came into the room, she was fine, and talking to me like anybody else, but every time he’s mentioned in a conversation, she instantly goes shy and quiet and vanishes off, un!”
Narrowing his eyes once again at this piece of information, Sasori asked quickly in return,
“It’s happened before?”
“Uh-huh. The day before yesterday, Angel showed me that she could create much more intricate shapes with the clay than I ever could with her chakra, and then she said she had other stuff that she couldn’t control like telepathy and stuff. But then she went quiet, and when I asked why she couldn’t say anymore, she whispered that “her danna didn’t know” and ran off, un!” He elaborated, his face trying hard to smother a pained expression that was clearly showing up in his eyes anyway. Sasori ignoring this fact completely, he shook his head at what Deidara had said and shot back,
“Wait...she’s proficient in ninja abilities? She has powerful ones like telepathy? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I guess it was because at that moment she mentioned the fact that she never showed her abilities because of Bokun, and it just slipped to the back of my mind, un.”
Turning to face the window, Sasori crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked down at the floor, never having thought that it would be Deidara that would give him all this information—even though he was doing it subconsciously. Whatever the house was hiding, it needed to be brought to the surface. The library had so much knowledge about the rune, and though the books were placed right at the back in a corner, they weren’t up on the walls like something that no one knew about. Just books that were there. They were hidden out of people’s sight, but still in an easily-accessible place. Maybe they just couldn’t figure out what was what. Couldn’t decipher the riddles and figure anything out.
But Sasori couldn’t figure anything out himself. There were so many things to consider;
Was Bokun after the rune? If he wasn’t, did he know they were researching about some sort of power, and if he was, was he just using the hospitality card as a way to catch them off guard; wait until they found out some useful information about it, and then strike when he had what he needed? And, when thinking it all over, was Angel in on it as well? But then, the answer being ‘yes’ to that question was something he doubted greatly. Choosing to hang out with Deidara, when he himself knew more about the rune than Deidara did, was not something she needed to do if she was in on it. Though it was a possibility she knew something was going on with Bokun. Or at least knew that he was planning something. Planning on doing something that affected them. From the way she was talking and spending time with Deidara, it was clear she didn’t want that. Maybe the fact she could keep an eye on him was a bonus as she got to know him. Probably fall in love with him, with how Deidara kept going on about something she had said or done when he came back from the art studio after talking to her.
“The more we stay here, the worse it gets. You were right. I thought there might be a little more than on the surface, but with how things are now, we’d have to dig much deeper to find a fraction of the truth,” Sasori finally began, trailing off into silence as more thoughts appeared.
All of it was confusing, and piled on top of trying to get the rune; it was giving Sasori a headache. But he was starting to think it was all overlapping into one. Deidara’s decision to head to the mansion may just have been a fate-driven and utterly lucky one. By going here they’d found out more about the rune than they could have done anywhere else. But it was going to take solving one problem to get to the other problem that was practically hidden under the floorboards and in a pit six foot deep. He didn’t know if it was a definite fact; but there was a relative percentage that it might be. So finally turning back to Deidara, he added simply,
“Deidara...I think Angel’s something to do with the rune.”
His heart sinking with his sentence, scared it might affect and hurt Angel, Deidara merely nodded half-heartedly in return, sighing and admitted he’d thought it was a possibility. Just one that he didn’t even want to admit to himself. So thanking him quietly, he turned and left to go into his own room, Sasori unable to do anything but look on. Deidara laid on his bed that night, hating the thought his brain was throwing at him repeatedly. Things were getting worse.
So was his dream really coming true?
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Chained Angel (Deidara Story) Chapter 1
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