Reality Check: A Deidara Love Story

Chapter 3: Cookies

He caught the heap of clothing with ease. Then, he looked up at her paling face. He realized what was going on. Frantically, he picked it up and covered himself up again. Rai fell backwards onto the floor, her nose bleeding. He hesitated slightly but went to her side. "R-rai, un!" he stammered. She was fully knocked out, blood still flowing from her nose.

"Baka..." he whispered as he ran to the bathroom to grab a facial towel. He rushed back and began to stop of flow, all the while holding up his towel with one hand. He felt his face burn. "Oi, Rai, un!" He poked her shoulder. She stirred slightly. He leaned down slightly so his mouth was next to her ear. "Rai, I'm shirtless, un." he whispered seductively.

She sat up with a jolt, knocking her forehead against his in the process. She fell back with a groan. "Deidara, what're you doing?!"

"Waking you up, Baka, un." he replied, rubbing his forehead. He was sitting in the floor now, one hand rubbing his forehead where they collided. She sat up gingerly and stared at him, eyes wide. Then, she remembered what happened. "You - you - your -" she stammered, while scooting away slowly. He smirked at her. "You liked what you saw, un?" he asked.

Rai's cheeks burned and she covered her eyes with her hands. "Just - just go and change already," she grumbled. He smirked and got up to go to the bathroom. Even though inside he felt jittery, he was cool on the ouside. She got up and ran into her room, slamming the door behind her. She fell onto her bed facedown, recollecting on what just happened.

"I... I feel like I lost something," she croaked. She couldn't get the... image out of her mind. She desperately grasped her head and tugged at her hair. "ARGH!" With fury, she pounded her fist on her comforter. It bounced up and down for a few seconds until she willed it to stop. "I don't know what to do anymore..." She sat up and stared at the wall, contemplating everything in her head.

A few minutes later, Deidara walked in. He was wearing the shorts, but he hadn't put on the t-shirt yet. A towel was looped around his neck and resting on his shoulders. His wet hair was sticking out everywhere, reminding Rai of a dinosaur. She blushed slightly but giggled. "What, un?" he asked.

"You look like a dinosaur." she replied.

"Di - no - sore? What's that, un?"

"Oh, it's nothing. Your hair is just crazy. I mean, really crazy."

His hand went up to his head as he felt the craze. He reddened and started combing his fingers through his hair. Ironically, it got even more tangled and he nearly got his fingers stuck. Rai sighed loudly and pulled him to her bed by his forearm. "Here, let me help you," she advised. She sat him on the edge of her bed and his shoulders drooped, sulking slightly. She went to her vanity table and grabbed the blue brush off of it.

"Alright, so, this might hurt," she implied, while she climbed onto the bed and stood on her knees behind Deidara. "Un," he grunted. She began to run the brush through his hair. It went through pretty easy, sorting out the knots. Here and there, the brush would get stuck, causing Deidara to flinch and yell out in pain. "Ouch! Hey, stop that, un!"

"Do you want me to tear half of your 'beautiful, luscious blond hair?'" she threatened. He gulped and sighed loudly, but stayed silent. Finally, she finished. His hair was nearly dry, which was surprisingly fast because Rai's usually took almost an hour if she dried it without a blow-dryer. She couldn't resist the urge to play with a strand of golden hair.

She twirled it around her index finger and fan her fingers through it. "What're you doing, un?" Deidara's voice broke her thoughts. She immediately withdrew her hand and flushed a bit. "N- nothing... I'm done." He turned around with a quizzical look at her, before getting up. He walked over to her vanity and took a look in the huge, rectangular mirror.