𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 //𝑰𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒊//

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

Despite my protests, Itachi carried me back into the building and through a series of hallways until we reached a room that supposedly belonged to 'Konan'.

Along the way we ran into a couple of people, a guy wearing an orange mask and another guy with silver hair. Both of them tried to talk to Itachi but were promptly ignored, so I didn't say anything either.

When we got inside the room it was empty except for a couple chairs, a metal table, and some glass cabinets full of medical supplies.

Itachi half dropped-half placed me on the table and left to go get Konan. I shifted to look at my reflection in one the glass cabinets and to say that I looked rough put it lightly.

I looked like I caught a buss with my face.

My hair was messy, I slept in my makeup, my hands were scraped, and my clothes had dirt on them.
I went red with embarrassment just in time for Itachi to return with a blue haired woman.

I sat up and tried to look as dignified as possible while silently cursing myself for ever getting out of bed (however long ago that was).

"You're Deidara, correct?" She asked, looking me up and down with her brown eyes.

I was still sceptical about this whole 'Gang-operated-doctors-office' thing, but I still nodded.

The woman offered me a warm smile before she shoved Itachi out of the door and told him only to come back when she was done before slamming it behind him.

Konan seemed like a genuinely nice person. After she wrapped a splint around my ankle and the scrapes on bandaged my hands, she went to work on my hair and face. I learned that it was still the same day, and also the names of the men that I passed in the hallway, Tobi and Hidan.

When I tried to ask her about why I was here she just said that it wasn't her place to tell, which was, completely useless to me.

She also found an extra pair of clothes for me to change into, which consisted of a crop top with a mesh undershirt and some loose fitting pants.

When Itachi came back, Konan gave me some pain killers and sent us on our way. I felt kind of betrayed but at least I looked 20 times better than I did before I was dumped onto the table earlier.

Itachi carried me up a flight of stairs (it was no less humiliating the second time), before bringing me to a different room that had a similar layout to the one that I was in before. The room was dark, save for the orange glow from a lamp. Itachi bluntly handcuffed one of my arms to the bed and brought in a chair from a different room.

At first I expected him to leave, but after a couple minutes of this I realized that he was going nowhere.

"Are you seriously going to fucking watch me     sleep, un?" I asked, turning over to face him.

"Last time I left you unsupervised, you broke a window and fell off of a drainpipe. What do you think?" He deadpanned.

I stayed silent. To be fair, he had a point.

Sleeping was difficult. I tossed and turned as the minutes passed, but nothing was working. I groaned and looked up at the ceiling.

"Hey asshole, are you still awake over there?" I asked, my gaze still resting on the ceiling.

He chuckled. Out of all the things I hated about this guy, his laugh wasn't high up on the list.
'Damned Uchiha.'

"I'm not the one who's supposed to be asleep right now." He countered.

I sat up and shifted around until the handcuff didn't bother me. Itachi hadn't moved from his place by the wall, and he was definitely still looking at me.

"Why the hell do you have to be the one in here with me? Aren't there other people who work here too?" I complained, running my free hand through my hair.

"I can guarantee you that you wouldn't like most of the other people here." He said.

I snorted and rolled my eyes. That's fucking hilarious.

"You're right," I began, sarcasm dripping from my words, "there's no way anyone could uphold the standard I have after talking to you."

"Wow..." he laughed , "I bet you have a lot of friends."

The noise of protest I made was louder than expected.

" Maybe I would if I hadn't been handcuffed to a bed! You'll find people are a lot friendlier when they're not kidnapped," I grumbled, sounding wounded.

There was a groan of disbelief from somewhere in the room and I grin in victory.

"Did you just die? Please say yes. Or...wait. Please be dead."

Silence.

Just before I could try to do a celebration dance with only one hand something hard is chucked at me and hits its target perfectly. My breathe left me in a heave as my stomach took the object head on.

"fUCk!"

"Go to sleep, " he growled.

" Eat shIT! You creature of hell!" I cried, clutching my stomach that's probably broken, thanks to him.

"Fuck! Seriously?! A boot?! What in the HELL IS WRONG WITH-"

Then a pillow is pressed to my mouth, desperately trying to silence my screeching. The boot is taken back off of my stomach and dropped the floor.

A deep, menacing voice rumbles in my ears and when the pillow is lifted off, the eyes fuming above it silenced me better than any pillow.

"I. Have been forced to look after you, like a child, for the past two months," he begins slowly emphasizing every word.

"You. In those two months have: Attempted to blow me up. Shot me. Made me hunt you through a mall. Threw yourself out of a window. And through this. Through every moment I spend with you, you have not once ceased your insistent complaining, whining, or bitching."

"Sleep," he commended. It was definitely not a suggestion.

I'm glad he stopped there and disappeared back into the darkness of the room, probably to his chair, because, I shit you not, if I didn't have my pride would have pissed myself in terror.

I was asleep in minutes.