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Chapter 25

Sasori lightly kissed her neck, making her gasp in surprise. Deidara grinned, taking his seat next to her. He wrapped his arm around her again. She blushed lightly, thinking of their kiss. She was slowly getting used to it. The thought of all of them loving her. She tightened her grip on Sasori lightly, making the boy grumble lightly. But he settled down, his head resting on her chest again.

In her past home, she never thought she could be loved. Being with them, it made her so unbelievably happy.

Sasori's head began to get heavy on her chest again, his breathing getting slower. He must have been falling asleep again.

"Hinata, I never did tell you about my past, yeah?" She looked up to Deidara, who was smiling gently down at her. His past..? Did it have to do with the PSTD thing? Ah, that wasn't right. PTSD? She didn't know what it was, but it sounded important. He did insinuate he had it, just like Sasori.

"No..?" She said lightly, her eyes searching his face. She could see the minuscule changes. His brow was slightly pinched, his jaw tense. He was uncomfortable. She leaned into him more, it was the only way she knew how to comfort him. "You... Do not need to tell me..." She said looking down to Sasori's sleeping face. In her current position she could no longer look at Deidara without straining her neck. Sasori had slowly began to slide, making his way down until his head rested on her lap.

"I want to." He paused. "After all, I love you." She blushed heavily. "Hm... It starts when I was young." His arm tightened around her. "My mother wanted a girl, my father hated anything girly. Mother liked to dress me in girly cloths, and liked to keep my hair long." Oh, that must be why his hair was so long now. "But whenever my father found out, he would beat both of us." She gasped. How... Terrible. "But mother still continued to do it. She would hide the clothes wherever she could, and whenever Dad was gone she would dress me up. It made her happy, and I only wanted to see her happy. I didn't mind being dressed as a girl, I never really cared about genders." She listened as his tone deepened. "That is, until my father killed her. I was a 13. He just... Went off the hook. He beat her to death, then beat me. It didn't stop. He just kept going and going..." He trailed off. She could feel his body tense, and beginning to heat. "Then, I ran. And ran. Sasori was the one to come across me."

She didn't know what to say, but she knew she wanted to hold him.

She twisted from under his arm, forcing herself behind him. He was confused, but let her pull him to her chest, right where Sasori was before he started talking. It was an awkward position, until he adjusted his legs. He did so willingly, he must have known she wanted to hold him.

She could hear him let out a breath, his body continuing to heat. She pulled the elastic from his hair. Just like with Sasori, she began to run her hands through his hair.

"I love you, Deidara." She whispered to him, petting his hair.

"Why?" He said so lowly she barely heard it.

"Because you keep me warm, my chest always flips when you are near." She paused, thinking of the many reasons. "You protect me when Hidan gets too rowdy, or shield me when Kakuzu starts on a rampage." She kissed his hair, then his forehead. "You always hug me and hold my hand... And, you make me feel like it's okay to be here." There was a lot of reasons, but she didn't know how to say them. Like the way he always made her feel wanted, and that he made her fill with fuzzy feelings. "I..." she paused, blushing lightly. "Love you so much..."

"Hinata..." He hummed lightly, sounding pleased.

She... Was so glad he could tell her his past. It was... very traumatic. To tell her must have been very hard.

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Why did he tell her? Well, he simply wanted to. It was something he had troubles with at times, but he wanted her to know. After all, he knew she would never judge him for the crossdressing part.

It was... Nice to have it off his chest.

But, it was also a little hard to think with her breasts pressed up against him.

So this was why Sasori was enjoying her chest so much earlier. It was soft, and warm. It made him... Warm. Happy warm.

"SUP' FUCKERS." Hidan burst in through the door, making them jump. How in the shit did Hidan find them? This spot was exclusive to him and Sasori. They paid for it secretly and everything. But there stood Hidan, hands on his hips and looking proud.

"Shhhhh!!" Deidara hushed him, glancing to Sasori. However, the boy stayed asleep. Which was surprising, considering he woke up to the cell phone ringer earlier. Perhaps he was in a deeper sleep? But that was besides the point. He stood up, leaving Hinata to sooth a rousing Sasori. "How the fuck did you find us?" He hissed, stalking up to the male. If he could let Sasori sleep longer, he would. He cared deeply for him, and would even say that he was special to him.

"Itachi, duh." Hidan rolled his eyes, like Itachi finding them was the most normal thing ever. The said male trailed in through the door, eyes finding Hinata immediately. Ignoring him and everything else, he made his way to the girl.

Of course, leave it to the Uchiha bastard.

Kisame came in the door next, grinning. What the fuck? Did he bring the whole gang?

"Don't worry, Pein is still at home." Zetsu said, following behind Kisame.

"How did you finance this place?" Kakuzu asked, coming in next. They all made themselves at home, pissing him off more. Why the fuck were they all here?

Wait...

He paused in his little fit.

Was it for Hinata?

Are... They going against the leaders for her?

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AN: Some deep stuff. Also, would you guys like to see a crossdressing Deidara in later chapters? I bet it would be fun. Or seeing how Sasori and him became close friends. Or how they found art. But, one thing at a time.