Chained Angel (Deidara Story) Chapter 1

Chapter 23

By the time Deidara woke up, it was bright sunshine and blue skies outside. Frowning in confusion, wondering why he had barely slept, he yawned and sat up stretching slightly and looking down at Angel’s body with a happy yet still worried smile. She was stable; now all he had to do was wait until she woke up. Which, hopefully, would be soon. He didn’t want Leader to get annoyed at him sitting around all day with her instead of doing missions. The longer she stayed asleep, the bigger the chance of Leader turning round and telling him to do missions again, leaving Angel alone behind him. He was the one that needed to be with her; the only one who could explain what had gone on when she did wake up. He would be staying with her until she was back to normal.

Even Leader wouldn’t change that fact.

But, although pausing and debating for several minutes whether or not to leave her, just for a second, Deidara took a deep breath and left the room, looking back to check on her every time he took a step, leaving the door half open so anyone could hear or see if something was happening. And with a niggling sensation in the back of his mind that what he was doing was wrong, he padded forth, at first slowly, but then speeded up, realising if he got back quicker the time space between them being apart would shrink considerably.

“Hey, Deidara, how’s your girlfriend doing?” Kisame instantly spoke up as he entered the room, grabbing cereal and milk rapidly. Realising that he’d slept right through yesterday, Deidara glared over at Kisame, but didn’t get properly angry with all that was going on with Angel, instead just shot back,

“She’s fine, un. And she’s not my girlfriend.”

Trying to ignore the fact that his voice had got a little wishful with the words at the end of his sentence, Deidara sat down and shovelled the food into his mouth, almost using his hand in the form of a spoon, wanting to get back to her. Kisame, raising an eyebrow in slight confusion, but still grinning as he said it, responded,

“Wait, you haven’t asked her out yet?”

But before Deidara could respond to that, his mind turning over ideas so quickly as he thought of whether to say he wouldn’t be going to or that he just hadn’t managed to ask her out yet—insisting that it was all that had been going on and not his lack of courage in the slightest. Though Sasori took the initiative and shook his head, rolling his eyes to interrupt with irritation,

“Oh please. He can’t say anything that involves their relationship being close without going all sheepish and quiet and blushing.”

“Danna, un! That’s not true!” Deidara spat back, slamming his hands onto the table and standing slightly with emphasis, gritting his teeth in the hope that that the same blush wouldn’t appear now at the mention of them going out. She wouldn’t be thinking of it, she’d almost been killed. He couldn’t be thinking about it either...

Though that didn’t necessarily mean he didn’t.

“Sure, Deidara. Sure. Don’t you have somewhere to be now, anyway?” Sasori dismissed, gesturing half-heartedly over at him as a way of brushing him off, Kisame grinning and laughing as Deidara’s eyes instantly widened as he breathed,

“Shit, un!”

Before shoving the last few spoonfuls into his mouth, piling all the stuff up in his arms and dunking it in the sink, instantly turning around and sprinting for the door, Sasori’s words instantly forgotten and getting back to Angel being the first priority. As he rushed to get to his room, Hidan appeared in the doorway, and Deidara didn’t stop, crashing past him and continuing onwards, blurted behind him,

“Sh—shorry, Heedan, uhn!” Every word being muffled slightly from all the food in his mouth.

The sentence was what ultimately stopped Hidan from saying anything in return, but to just continue on with a what-the-fuck? Look on his face. Sasori sat sighing at his behaviour, with Kisame sitting nearby laughing his head off with his reaction to his words. When Angel was mentioned, all other thoughts were blanked from his head, and she was all that mattered. And furiously trying to swallow all the shit in his mouth down, wincing in discomfort as he did so, he rushed into the room, only when seeing her still lying there calmly that he managed to allow himself to relax. Though when he looked up a second later, getting his breath back from the simultaneous running and digesting, to see Angel moving slightly and scrunching up her eyes, he froze. He couldn’t help but wait just a few seconds longer just to check he wasn’t hallucinating.

But when she continued moving slowly, Deidara lunged forward and ran to his chair on the other side of the bed, pulling it up extremely close to her bedside and gently lifting her hand and enclosing it in his as she finally began moving fully, and flickered her eyelids before opening them fully. Giving her a little time to get over the change in light intensity, he eventually leaned over the side of the bed and called out softly,

“Hey, you okay?”

“D—Dei-kun?” She whispered back, a small smile fluttering onto her face. Swallowing to get rid of the dryness in her throat, she shifted to sit up slightly, before the smiled faded and she said with a frown,

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. And I’m sorry for getting you into trouble, Dei-kun.”

“Angel-kun, it’s not your fault. For any of that stuff, un. It’s Bokun’s, and don’t think it’s anybody else’s. I should have been there earlier, that’s all, un. And I’m sorry for that.” He responded, looking down at the bed as he did so. Angel quickly put that theory down, only halting as she suddenly realised her surroundings, and turning her head fully to look over everything, she said simply,

“We’re not at the mansion.”

“No. We’re at the hideout, un. I had to take you somewhere where there were people who could help you. And this was the only place, un.” He explained, still stroking her hand gently, a huge grin plastered across his face at the fact she was alright.

“We must be 45 miles from the mansion. Near Koji, the city.” She stated absentmindedly a second later, making Deidara smile even more. She didn’t even notice how she exactly pinpointed the location of the hideout without even trying. But then something occurred to her, something which Deidara had been expecting, as she whispered, biting her lip,

“But...Bokun...is he...?”

Wanting to tell her that he was, but not being able to lie to her as he stared into her amazing eyes, he shook his head, replying,

“No. I set off a bomb, but when the smoke cleared there was no body. But he’s disappeared, Angel-kun, un. I swear, un.”

Instantly becoming fidgety, she moved and stated so many suggestions about what they could do, where to track him down to, and what to do to make sure he was dead. But Deidara wouldn’t let her finish, and calming her down, soothed her into the truth; she was with the Akatsuki now, and no one would be hurting her. There was only one catch in the whole idea of being with the Akatsuki:

“Uh...Angel-kun, we want you to stay so we can use your powers, un.”

“What? My—my powers? What do you mean? I know I have some strange stuff that I didn’t say because of Bokun, but....” Angel responded, not understanding it in the slightest, and it was all Deidara could do to sigh.

He had a lot of explaining to do.