Reality Check: A Deidara Love Story

Chapter 2: I Can't Do This

Rai huffed as she walked into the living room. She grabbed a couch pillow and screamed at the top of her lungs into it, muffling the noise. She felt a bit better, but fury still burned in her heart. "God, dammit, all guys are the same, playing you and all this crap, ugh," she mumbled. She clutched her head and messed with her hair as she paced around.

"Why did I have to be the lucky girl to run into the wonderful artist Deidara and take him in?" Sarcasm dripped from her voice.

"Hey, that's not nice, yeah," a voice said from behind her. She whipped around to see none other than Deidara standing inches away from her. "Get the hell away from me, bastard." she growled as she shoved him away. Her anger spiked.

He grumbled slightly and pouted as she stood her ground and crossed her arms. "Rai, listen, I - "

"Shut it," she snapped. She didn't want to hear his voice. "I don't see why the hell I even let you in my home. Just get out of here already." His eyes were wide, shocked yet hurt. For some reason, she felt a something like a knife stabbing into her heart as she watched his beautiful facial features droop slightly. He smacked his forehead and turned around, facing his back to her. He ran his fingers through his hair, shuffling away slightly as he muttered to himself.

He reached the front doorway and turned around for a second glance. She still had her arms crossed, her hip jutting out to the side. Her glare hadn't softened the tiniest bit. With a look of true sincerity, he stepped out of the house and shut the door behind him.

Rai let out a deep breath, surprised that she hadn't even been breathing the whole time she watched him. She felt like running to the door and calling him back, but she still felt so betrayed. Is that what he really thought of her? A thirsty whore fangirl who just wanted to get laid by an anime clone? Yeah, right. Who would wanna even talk to that jerk? She stomped up the stairs and into her room.

She flopped onto the bed and sunk into it. She felt a lump under the blanket and instantly perked up. She reached over the end of the bed and peeled back the covers. Under it revealed Deidara's old clothes. His navy blue tank and capris, along with his mesh top. She grabbed them and unconsciously ran her fingers over the material, feeling it and memorizing its texture.

Without willing to, she brought it to her chest and face, breathing in his scent. It smelled fresh and good, but not like cologne. It reminded her of the forest.

'Maybe I was just a little bit too harsh...' she wondered. 'After all, girls chase him everywhere he goes, why wouldn't he think that they're all just plotting to get his body?'

Rai took a quick glance outside. It was pouring rain. She gasped slightly and jerked up. Deidara had nowhere to go. And Rai just kicked him out of her house. Guilt formed a hole in her chest. She grabbed her jacket and slipped it on. She took a spare jacket and a towel and stuffed it into a weather-proof backpack she found laying on the floor. After grabbing her umbrella, she rushed outside to look for the blond bombshell.

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"Deidara!" Rai called as she ran along the sidewalks of the town. "Deidara! Where are you?!" She kept repeating his name. She'd already checked every place she could think of already. Wait. There was one place she hadn't checked yet.
"Crooner's Park!" she exclaimed. She sprinted towards the direction of the park, her backpack bouncing against her softly with every step. It was raining so hard, she could barely see ten feet in front of her.

"Dammit, why did I have to go be stupid and kick him out before it rains like hell?!" she muttered to herself. When she finally arrived, she immediately began calling his name out again as she ran throughout the park. It was huge, and it would take her some time to search the whole place. "Deidara!" she called, over and over.