Reality Check: A Deidara Love Story

Chapter 8: Please Open Your Eyes

"Rai, that hurt, un..." Deidara muttered, crossing his arms and pouting slightly. Sasori looked completely unfazed and rolled his eyes, running a hand through his soppy red hair.

"Idiot, why'd you run off like that?" he whined. "Moreover, what're you doing with... him?" He pointed to where Itachi lazily stood, rain dribbling down his face. Rai grunted and glared at the two.

"If you didn't hear our little conversation, I was begging him to get you two pervy bastards out of my house. I can't - I can't do this anymore, Deidara. Literally, all that's happened is you stayed that sick perv you always are and - and violated me. So do me a kind favor and LEAVE!" she ranted, anger boiling more and more with every word.

He stood with his blue eyes wide, taken slightly aback. He never really thought that she actually felt this way toward him. Or, at least this hostile. "Oi, we took care of your -" he started.

"IT WAS YOUR FAULT I FELL OUT OF THE BED, IDIOT!"

"Hey -" Sasori started.

"SHUT UP, PUPPET BOY!!!" She spun around to face Itachi, who was staring at her with a quizzical look in her eyes.

"And YOU!" She jabbed a pointed finger into his chest. "GET. THEM. AWAY. FROM. ME!" She turned around and huffed loudly, leaving the three soaking in the rain. She stomped with every step, kicking up splashes of water that drowned her sweats even more. She was chattering slightly and the cold was starting to eat away at her through her sopping wet clothes, but the fury that ran through her veins kept her hot-headed.

Luckily, she heard no footsteps following behind her as she made her way back home.

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~Rai's P. O. V.~

The rain still didn't let up as I stomped into my home, leaving the three Akatsuki boys drenched in the rain. I didn't care for the fact that I created miniature puddles with every step my squeaky converse took. With anger I went to the bathroom and stripped entirely, throwing everything into a small pile on the sink counter. I climbed into the shower and washed myself angrily, feeling like dirt covered my body no matter how hard I scrubbed.

When I finished I took a ginger step forward; the floor was ice cold. I quickly made my way to my bedroom and changed into some loose shorts and a cream-colored long sleeved shirt that clung to my body. For some strange reason, my anger didn't let up. But now it wasn't just anger; there were tens of thousands of emotions swirling in my head. Embarrassment for acting like a child in front of physically grown men. Guilt for just leaving them. Some strange... empty feeling in my chest because without Deidara, the house was not so quiet.

I reached up and felt the still soaking bandage around my forehead and tore it off, staring at the faded peach. I threw it into the trash can and went back into the bathroom to inspect my newfound wound. I flinched when I saw how bad it really was.

It was a huge gash that ran along almost my entire right side of my forehead. It was almost a centimeter wide - I must've hit the bedframe pretty hard. Blood still pooled and some dripped down my face. I shuddered and tried to suppress the fear, but it bubbled up and I began hyperventilating as I frantically searched for the first aid kit.

Where did that stupid blonde bombshell put it? I almost slapped myself as I reminded myself of... him. I'd been trying to get him out of my head for so long now. But almost everything I came upon just made random flashes and moments of him appear in my head. Why did I always get a fluttery feeling in my stomach whenever I saw him? Or when he was sleeping, the innocent face he wore? And I couldn't ever forget his long, soft locks...

NO. "Baka..." I scolded myself, finally spotting the small clear box on the couch where I remember I was after I first passed out. I grabbed it and wrenched it open, pulling out the white bandages and the ointment tube. But the tube was almost entirely gone.