𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 //𝑰𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒊//

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚡

Deidara's pov:

It was a backup call. Somebody went out to collect debts and got ambushed. Now it was my job to make sure that they got out safe. I was out the door and driving up to the house in five minutes flat.

Now here I am running on five fucking hours of sleep, wearing my spare bandana, with no voice changer or ski goggles, and still recovering from a hangover.

I parked in the driveway and stepped out of the car. The house looked fairly large and and nothing seemed to be amiss until I noticed that the door was slightly ajar.

"Fan-fucking-tastic." I muttered as I stepped inside the entry way gripping the handgun that was in my pocket.

The house too was quiet and that set off red flags.
'Note to self: never pick up the work phone on a day off.' I noted.

The entryway opened up into what looked like a dining room and I quickly moved through it. I was about to walk into the kitchen when I thought I heard a thump coming from the second doorway.

As I got closer, I peered inside the room and saw that it was a library. Standing in the middle of it, was a boy. He looked a couple years younger than I was, and I noticed that he had bright red hair.

I also noticed the body at his feet.

'Job failed.' I thought as took a step back.

The fucking floorboards creaked. He slowly turned to look at me, and we made eye contact.

'Well, shit.' I thought, pulling out my handgun from my pocket.

"So you're the backup that he was calling for? I'm sorry, but it's too late for him now." He said, his lips forming into a thin smile.

"You're from the spades I take it?" I asked, stepping into the library.

"Lucky guess." He replied in a taunting voice.

"There was nothing lucky about it,un. You're all arrogant assholes. It was a dead giveaway." I spat, releasing the safety on my gun with a click.

"You should learn to respect the people that are above you." He said, his previous smile fading.

"Now if you excuse me, you're not the one I'm after and I've got places to be." He said, looking down at the watch on his wrist.

"Do you think I'm just gonna let you waltz out of here like you own the place?" I yelled, reaching into my bag for an explosive.

But before I could I could even activate it, I felt a small prick in my leg, followed a tingling sensation.

He shot me with a fucking blow dart.

All I could do was flip him off before my knees buckled and I slumped over.

I didn't feel groggy, but I was definitely paralyzed. I was lucky to still be able to move my eyes.

And as that smug bastard was leaving, he stopped in the doorway to take a fucking picture.

'I wouldn't usually say that I want to hit children, but that boy is an exception.' I thought as his footsteps grew farther away.

About an hour and a half later...I was able to pick myself up of the ground and stumble out of the house and back into my car. Should I drive with unknown chemicals in my body? Probably not, but I did it anyway.

After the ride over, I had a bit more control of my body and went inside without difficulty. Naruto was still in the house, which was a relief.

"Wow, you look like shit." Naruto deadpanned when he saw me walk into the house.

"What are you talking about? I'm fucking glowing right now." I retorted in a sarcastic voice, pointing at myself with my thumb.