Fighting With One's Self

Chapter 8 - Looking For Trouble

A/N: So sorry there ended up being so many chapters, but every time I want to actually continue with the story I get another idea and it ends up getting squeezed in. Hopefully it isn't too boring ^ ^ 

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My eyes flew open in shock as I felt lips being pressed to mine, but immediately relaxed and closed my eyes again when all I saw was a wave of blonde hair and a Rock forehead protector, and ran my fingers through Deidara-kun's hair.

When he finally pulled away, he smiled down at me for a moment, "Good morning, un."

"Morning," I said. He stared for a moment more before pointedly looking sideways. I followed his gaze and smiled when I saw Yume-chan limply clutching a blood red rose. I looked at the doorway, which was empty.

"Where's Tobi?" I asked softly.

"He didn't feel like listening to Naresome yelling again, and he doesn't like it when you're sad, un," he replied.

"Please call her Yume," I said, "And when you see him again tell him I'm sorry for freaking out last night."

He nodded once and kissed me again. I glanced sideways at Yume-chan's sleeping form.

"Wake her up," I whispered with a grin. He grinned as well and reached into the bag strapped to his side, and his hand emerged seconds later with three fingernail-sized clay birds, which flew until they were about two feet above her face.

"Katsu," he said calmly, and the birds exploded with a noise that would've woken the whole building up.

Yume-chan woke up with something between a gasp and a yell and began swearing and cussing and cursing Deidara-kun, throwing rude hand signs in the process until she finally set eyes on me. I was laughing my head off.

"WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU LAUGHING AT, DAMN IT?!" she yelled.

"You should've seen your face!" I said through laughing fits, and she froze.

"You're talking in front of Faggot-Face," she said simply.

"Don't call him that," I said sternly.

"Ahh, I see," she said knowingly, then her face twisted into suspicion, "What were you two doing before I woke up?"

Deidara-kun sighed, "If we were doing anything worth mentioning, why would I have woken you up, un?"

"Good point," she said, "Now get out."

"Oi!" I said, glaring at her, "This is my room, too."

"Then both of you, get out."

I stuck my tongue out at her before looking at the clock on my bedside cabinet. It was nearly noon. "Is Kisame-san back yet?"

"No," he replied, "He and Itachi-san are out on a mission. They won't be back for two weeks or so."

"That'll give me some time to heal again," I said.

"Heal?" Yume-chan asked, "What do you mean?"

Deidara-kun glanced at me, and I lightly shook my head before looking at her again, "I'll tell you later. Anyway, we'll be down for breakfast in a minute."

He nodded and kissed me once before leaving, and I told Yume-chan about the previous night's events, and she looked at me dejectedly. At her request, I showed her my bandaged left forearm, knuckles, knees and the bridges of my feet.

"It's all my fault," she said, "I'm so sorry. If I didn't say those things, none of this would've happened."

"Oh, cut that out," I snapped, "You don't have to blame yourself every time I get hurt, you know. I know you have a bit of a foul mouth when you're tired, so I'm sorry for overreacting. Just try and get some proper sleep, yeah?"