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My eyes opened slowly as my body awakened from it's sleep. Sitting up, Sasori was no where to be seen. I wasn't surprised after what had gone down last night. I didn't have the energy to get out of bed. My body plopped back down against the covers and buried my face in my pillow.

It was still damp from the many tears that had escaped my eyes just last night. The door opened, and I quickly pretended to be asleep. "Deimara. I made you breakfast, un." He told me.

"Sorry, Dei. I'm not hungry, hm." I told him. "Just try it, please? You'll love it! I woke up really early to make it just for you, un!" He exclaimed. "Yea? Well I don't want it so leave me alone you little fucking girl, hm!" I snapped flailing my arm. It connected with the tray and the food went flying across the room before hitting the floor.

The breakfast was ruined, the one Deidara had worked so hard to make. The dishes had all broke and little pieces of glass were scattered around the floor.. Deidara's eyes were wide in astonishment and he visibly winced before looking down at the ground.

"Get out." I ordered coldly. My older brother sadly dragged his feet towards the door before pulling it open and slipping outside. He gently closed it and I listened to his foot steps move away from the room. Looking over at the ruined food, I instantly felt guilty.

Forcing myself to stand, I walked over to the mess and fell to my knees as tears moved down my face. There was a note that read 'To the bestest little sister in the world. I know something's been different about you lately so I hope this'll cheer you up. Love you lots, un!'.

The breakfast itself was my favorite. I used to live off it when we were younger, mother made it for me every day because she knew how much I loved it. After her death I stopped eating it, but Deidara always used to make it for me whenever he was worried about me like mom used to so he could cheer me up.

Then I remembered how heart broken he had looked when he walked from the room. Small drops of water hit the floor and my tears came harder. "Dei..." I whimpered before slamming my fists into the ground. A cry of emotional agony left my lips and I so desperately wanted to take my actions back.

I fucked up this time.

"You're awfully loud, brat." Sasori's voice called from the doorway. "Leave me alone, hm." I ordered. "Whatever you said to Deidara couldn't have been good. He looks like you ripped out his heart, blew it up and then put it back.-" He commented. "Shut up." I growled.

"-You really should apologize. He look's pretty hurt. Now hurry up. I don't like to be kept waiting, brat. We're going over to Isao and Ami's fo-"

"Shut up!" I screeched, my words running through my mind once more.

"I...kind of like you. More than I should."

My eyes narrowed as I glared at the male in front of me. "You have no right to tell me what to do." I snarled, tightly clenching my fists. He really knew how to piss me off, that's for sure.

"What do you mean by that, brat?"

He scoffed before looking at me with his beautiful, brown eyes. "This is exactly what I meant, brat. You're pathetic. Now you're just going to mope around and jeopardize the mission." He growled.

"I know it's a bit sudden but...I li-no...love. I love you, Sasori-Danna."

Forcing myself to stand, I wiped the tears from my eyes. "Was that all I ever was to you Sasori-Danna? A burden? Ever since I got here you've been picking on me, bullying me and just being a plain jerk!" I yelled at him.

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