Chained Angel (Deidara Story) Chapter 1

Chapter 13

He was having another dream.

It wasn’t as traumatic as the last one; true, but it was still one of those dreams.

This time, he was in the art studio. He had clay all over him, and knew he didn’t have to be anywhere. No Sasori, no looking for riddles, no nothing. Just free time to experiment with bombs. And although he couldn’t see her, Deidara knew Angel was there. The kind of presence that fluttered behind his shoulder, never quite intervening and introducing herself, but there all the same. It never faded from his knowledge, but it never came any closer, either. His dream self wasn’t particularly bothered with this, a grin plastered over his face, and remained with his clay sculptures, paying no attention to anything that might be going on outside the room.

But suddenly it was what was inside the room that was interesting Deidara. There were no usual things that he used for battle; no birds, no spiders, no animals of any kind to use in any situation. Just...her. Every single sculpture sitting around the room was of Angel. None of them were serious or sad, or even angry. They were all happy. All of her smiling and like she was carefree. They were to the front, to the sides, even behind him. He was surrounded by sculptures of her, and somehow it felt good. He felt safe. Like she was there, helping him out and just generally being by his side. And he was making more and more of them.

Though he knew none of them were as perfect as she truly was.

The entire atmosphere of the dream was amazing; one that altered from the first greatly, and was a fantastic relief from what it had been. He wasn’t sure if he could take seeing something like that again. Not now he’d got to know her. Become good friends with her. Care about her in every single way possible, and want to do anything to keep her safe. He’d wake up properly crying next time, and stay by her twenty-four/seven, just to check she was okay at every hour of every day. But this one seemed...different. Not without a tension that appeared to be hovering over the whole thing, waiting to strike, but even then, he could feel it wouldn’t be so severe. Something would stop it from ruining everything he’d ever built up in life.

Like....it would all be okay.

Then the tension showed up in the form of someone at his door, and barely able to tear his gaze away from the sculptures of Angel, Deidara turned to face Sasori, who stood there looking completely reluctant to come in. The look on his face made it seem like someone was holding a kunai to his chest and forcing him to do so. Not to mention, although Sasori was emotionless as could be normally, there was an unmistakable look of utter confusion and almost guilt in his eyes, something Deidara immediately paused at, his grin disappearing. The sculptures at this point seemed to move in closer, like he instantly thought of her when it came to something going wrong, especially with Sasori’s expression being how it was.

Then he spoke, and though he could clearly see it was him, the voice that came out wasn’t his. It wasn’t Bokun’s, it wasn’t Leader’s; it wasn’t anyone he could think of. If anything, it was almost...feminine. And it wasn’t a complete order. It was halfway there, as if he didn’t want to say it, but he had to for some unknown reason. Deidara’s mind was so clouded with unattractive thoughts that he didn’t even hear what Sasori said, only that his body complied, albeit so slowly and hesitantly it seemed like he was barely moving at all. Though once he was out the door, everything moved fast. Extremely fast. The halls sped past him, and all in reverse as he watched the art studio slip away from him, along with the sculptures of Angel.

The next thing he noted was both Sasori’s and his own room, the doors slamming shut, everything how it had been when they arrived. Once again he remained looking at the doors as they flew backwards, and into the entrance hall. Now he was faced with the mirror another time, this time seeing wings in it. Wings that faced backwards, stopping him from seeing any detail of the person in the slightest, but where their head was turned he could see an eye, though without more light or both of them stepping forward there was no way he could make out any detail of it. But there was something he could see;

A tear.

A tear running off the eye, clearer than it should have been, like it was running down the mirror as well as the person itself. Like it was sad that they were leaving. Deidara held up a hand in protest, wanting to ask if they could comfort them, having seen the sorrow in its eyes, but couldn’t force up the sound in his throat. Sasori stood watching, not making him go, but at the same time not letting him stand closer to the mirror. In the end, it wasn’t anyone’s choice, and he moved backwards as fast as he had done through the halls, the huge doors slamming shut with a huge bang that echoed out in to the silence, locking him out from them.

And still he kept moving.

Only now everything was moving so rapidly that he couldn’t make out where he was. Whether it was the mansion, the town, the hideout where they’d come from...he didn’t know. He tried again and again to pick out details, but upon finding one thing that would help him put together an idea of one surrounding, it would change and be replaced with another. The images were overwhelming, and soon he had to shut his eyes and clench his fists, hoping they’d disappear sooner or later. Only when they did, they did so in a way he hadn’t really been expecting. Because it was dark. Not in the sense that there was nothing, and he was just standing stationary in the dark; because he wasn’t.

He could still feel the movement of them walking. They were still moving, only this time, he couldn’t see a thing. Now he could hear rain. Heavy rain. The kind he and Sasori had been walking through when they came to the area in the first place. Suddenly they passed a marker that he did see in the endless darkness. A candle holder set out to remember someone who had died. A second after seeing it and a huge blast of the static electricity-like feeling hit him full on, and blinking in surprise, everything came back in full colour as he heard something ring out.

Something that was similar; but not quite in the same way.

A cry screamed out; angry yet desperate, accompanied by an explosion. With wide eyes, Deidara ran back to the house, this time Sasori with him every step of the way. Glancing down, he saw blood on his arms and a bit on his torso, and knew it was his own, but he couldn’t feel the pain. His love for Angel overrode anything that he was going through. It was her he needed to concentrate on. So he kept on running, only slowing to a halt when he came up to the doors. Feeling as dwarfed by them as he had done the first time, he stepped forward and pushed as hard as he could, sensing another body do the same. But nothing happened. They had opened the doors before with their own strength; now it appeared that they were locked, and with no way to get in.

This was proven when a voice echoed out:

“That won’t work...It would take a massive force to open them...”

Panicking at this knowledge, Deidara ran through so many plans in his head, none of them seeming perfect for the situation, until he stopped on one that he knew would work. It was risky, and he didn’t know what would happen to him...but he had to do it for Angel. So he threw off his Akatsuki cloak, his ring, and all his other weapons on him, and began tearing at his shirt. Sure, it might kill him, but it would get the doors open. It would let Sasori save Angel. She would be okay. He would give up his life if it meant he’d save her.

The moment this thought ran through his head the doors burst open, Deidara’s attempts at undoing the stitches on his chest forgotten as he could see inside to look for her. But he didn’t get the chance. The perspective changed, along with the surroundings, and now they were in a room. Sparse, but still comfortable, Deidara was looking over her as she lay in bed, scratched here and there, a few bandages around...but overall alright. And while he watched her eyes fluttered, she moaned quietly, and then she opened her eyes, looking around while blinking at everything going on. Upon seeing Deidara, however, she calmed down entirely, smiling sweetly at him and whispering a gentle greeting as he sat there.

Now he knew. His intuitive feeling at the beginning of the dream had been right.

It really was all okay.