DeiHinaIta: Dark Angel Chapter Fifteen

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Deidara was laying on top of her by now, kissing her passionately, making his way down to her neck. Hinata held onto him, rubbing her hands up and the sides of his back. She closed her eyes to take in all of the bliss, until she heard a small noise.
Chink!
"?" Hinata tried looking at Deidara, who's face was still buried in her neck. In his grip was a kunai, gleaming brightly in the moonlight. Her eyes widened, and instead of snatching it away from him like she would of, she just stared. It was as if she let him plunge the kunai into her heart as he did. The blood gushed everywhere, smearing into the couch. Deidara jumped off of her, watching her with a disturbed look of pleasure as his countenance as he watched her die. She just barely sat herself up, looking at Deidara with horror.
"Deidar..."she barely breathed, blood gushing from her mouth as she fell, breaking into the table. She barely rolled herself on her back, laying in her warm lake of blood. She did not see Deidara, but Itachi, staring down at her with steely, furious eyes, irises dipped in blood too. She slowly blinked, resisting the urged to scream at the horrible pain she was feeling, and was doing do expertly, even on the brink of death, as a true Akatsuki would.
"Ita..."she said, more blood spewing out her mouth. Itachi said absolutely nothing. He raised his foot, letting it hover over her pale face. That's when it came down at her, with a crashing force.
And everything was black.
Sound, absent.
Nothingness.
Why Deidara...?
Itachi...?
…...
"Hinata...? Hinata?"
Hinata opened her eyes, jumping up as she did. She didn't even look at who was talking to her. She grabbed at her chest, relieved to find no kunai lodged in it. Her pearly eyes finally decided to look up, hand still clenched against her breast.
"What's wrong Hinata, hmmm? You look like you've seen the devil himself."
"Nothing...just...kunai...bad dream..." she said. She felt her cheek lightly. What was this? Sweat? She was actually sweating? From fear? Hinata of the Akatsuki – NO Akatsuki – sweated from fear alone. So why was she? "Deidara...what happened last night...before I went to sleep? I'm a little hazed..."
"What happened? I found you sleeping on the couch, hmmm. I greeted you, asking why you were there. You said Hidan was snoring again, and you could hear it from upstairs so decided to come all the way over here. I said okay, gave you a simple kiss goodnight, and then I left, assuming you went to sleep too., hmmm."
"Did Itachi come down here?" she asked.
"I don't think so, hmmm. He went outside with Kisame last evening, remember? He hasn't been back yet, hmmm."
"Oh..." Hinata turned her head, looking into space. Itachi hadn't come down at all? But she could of sworn she had talked to him last night, here on the couch. He gave her a fake smile and kissed her and-
Hinata mentally slapped herself.
Itachi, would never, under NO circumstances, EVER do those things, whether he was pretending or not.
It's funny how things only make sense when you're dreaming.
Deidara sat next to her on the couch,
"So...you're fine, hmmm?" he asked.
"Yeah..." Hinata replied, wiping the sweat off her brow. She could almost feel him smirk at her.
"You seem so scared after one little scary dream, hmmm," he sneered.
"It wasn't just a dream..." she glared.
It was more like a precaution.
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"Hinata-chan, will you spar with me, hmmm?"
Hinata looked at him.
"-chan?" she asked.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing...it's just...weird...don't call me that," she told him. They were walking along a forest walk, barren of people (obviously since they only strolled in Akatsuki territory).
"Oh, okay then...so you don't like Hinata-chan, my Akatsuki Princess, hmmm?"
"No I don't. And I thought I already told you about nicknames..."
"But your beauty deserves one, hmmm. And our organization has already blessed you with one, so you should just take it full on with an embrace ,hmmm."
"Hm..." Hinata glanced at him. "Anyway, what was that about a spar?"
"A practice match, hmmm. I want to fight you, dearest."
"Why me? Haven't you been practicing with Sasori this whole time?" Hinata looked away for a moment, remembering the dream. She looked back at him. "How much longer until you leave to Sunagakure?"
"It's tomorrow, hmmm. And yes, I have with Sasori no danna."
Hinata sighed a little. At least there was one thing right about her dream.
"Well, all the more reason for me not to fight you. You need rest now," Hinata almost commanded.
"But I'm not tired at all! Danna's more of a long range specialist, so I need to fight a short-range one, hmmm. And who better than you?"
"There's Hidan."
"Hidan? Are you trying to kill me, woman?"
"That's been my plan," she smiled mischievously at him. Deidara sighed, shaking his head.
"I don't see why you don't want to fight me, hmmm? Are you afraid of me Princess?"
"Not at all. I could kill you in seconds if I wanted to. Maybe even less."
"Oh and that's another thing, sweetheart," Deidara began. "You're suppose to be ruthless, but I haven't seen any sort of that behavior at all yet, hmmm."
"I already answered that for you," Hinata replied. "I'm only like that on the battle field. Off the field, I'm calm and controlling of my temper and power, as most Akatsuki are."
"I guess, you're right..." Deidara muttered. His lone blue eye averted itself to Hinata. He stepped in front of her. Hinata raised a brow,
"Now, what was that about resting, hmmm? Want to help me?" he asked seductively. Hinata rolled her eyes, walking around him to continue the walk.
"Believe me, Deidara, if I was that kind of girl, you wouldn't be able to get out bed at all in the morning," she said, not even looking at him. She heard him laugh as he caught up to her.
"But how? You're not the man in this relationship, hmmm."
"Oh yeah, girly boy?" she taunted with no amusement whatsoever, flipping his ponytail with her hand once out of place. Deidara immediately fixed it. He snagged his arm around her, bringing her close to his lips.
"I'm not the one who smells like a rose, hmmm," he said quietly, sniffing her hair once. Hinata once again rolled her eyes. She looked down the path, seeing far down it two tiny figures. She activated her Byakugan. Deidara peered down at her, and, noticing the veins bulging out her temples, was immediately turned off. He separated himself from her.
"What, hmmm?" he asked her. She stared straight on, seeing none other than Itachi and Kisame, walking down the same they were. She groaned under her breath, deactivating the kekkei genkai.
"Itachi and Kisame," she said, pointing down the path. Deidara followed her finger.
"Oh, that's who those two are..." Deidara said to himself. He looked at Hinata. "Well? Want to keep going, hmmm?"
"Yeah. It's not like we're going to run into them," Hinata said. The couple continued their walk, ignoring the other two Akatsuki ahead. Hinata noticed a small fork in the road. Leading into an even more lonely looking path. "Let's go here," she said, going down the other path.
"Are you sure? I thought you said we wouldn't catch up with them, hmmm," Deidara ventured.
"That doesn't mean I want to stare at their backs all day," she answered. And so, the couple now went down a new found path in the forest, the path getting creepier and creepier as they went down it, but things like that would barely even startle an Akatsuki, let alone these two.
After several long, silent moments put into the path, Deidara felt his hormones working back into his thinking again. He slyly smiled at the lost Hyuuga, slipping his arm around her again. He nuzzled her cheek lightly.
"Would you like to do something now, hmmm? It's more private..." he purred, his hand slowly going towards her frontal area. Hinata looked away from his demanding gaze, resisting the small yearning to do what he suggested. But she wanted to think about other things at the moment. Like that dream...she never had one like it before, and if she had, they never came close to frightening her like this one did. She let her eyes lock into his eye.
"Why are you always so lecherous when we're alone? Why can't we ever just have a normal, quiet walk? Itachi did that. Why can't you?"
"I'm not Itachi, Princess, in case you haven't noticed," he responded, still trying to sound sexy as he could. "And I'm not even going to ask what that "L" word means. I'm too in the mood to care right now, hmmm..." he stepped in front of her, making her stop walking. He cupped her cheek in his hand and planted one
full on her lips. She couldn't resist anymore now. She wrapped her arms around him kissing back as his hands moved down to her love handles. Before they could really get into it, a crash was heard in the bushes. Deidara inwardly groaned as he let go of her, looking to see what had done that as she was.
"Akatsuki!" a man yelled. How did they not notice this: a small wagon drawn by a little horse and a man. Two kids poked their heads out of the wagon sheets. Deidara and Hinata stared.
"I have news from your second league temple," the man said, pulling out a scroll.
"Are you a messenger?" Hinata said, taking a few steps forward, leaving Deidara in the background.
"Yes," the man answered.
"Then why did you bring children with you?" Hinata asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"I don't have a career being a messenger. I was traveling with my boys when the temple asked me to deliver this to the Akatsuki as I passed in front of their temple. They said they'd pay me very handsomely-"
"If you came back alive," Hinata finished for him, glaring.
"Yes..." the man finally started to get scared after encountering the Akatsuki, since before he tried putting on a mask of bravery, but, now it was starting to deteriorate."L...Let me just read it to you..."
"Dearest Akatsuki,
We apologize but we can no longer supply your bidings. You are too much in debt with our sister temple, which is now actually in the process of closing down, so we cannot help you no longer. Understand this, we beg of you. Please spare us."
"...That's all they have to say?" Hinata asked, anger in her voice now. The two kids shivered from her tone, clutching at the wagon coverings.
"Yes. Now, we'll be on our way. Kids-"
SLASH!
"Hmmm...?" Deidara asked. As soon as the cut was heard, the man on the wagon fell to the ground, dead. The children screamed, hiding in the wagon as the Princess of Akatsuki slaughtered their horse, proceeding to rip apart the wagon with her single kunai. After demolishing everything, she threw the kunai dead center into one child's forehead, him dying instantly as other one kicked and screamed as Hinata brought the child up to her face, the child dangling in her grip.
"Hinata!" Deidara yelled at her.
"Go back to that temple and tell them we will slaughter every last living thing there just as I have done to your pathetic father and brother. Understand me?"
"YES!" the child sobbed/ screeched. Hinata threw him at the ground, throwing the bloody scroll the man had at him, the child trembling vigorously as he caught it, running away as fast as he could in the other direction. Hinata turned around, scowling as she left the gruesome scene. She walked up to Deidara, staring him dead in the eys.
"Now do you understand? I'm ruthless. Heartless. Undeserving of any love whatsoever. Do you get it, I ask you?"
"I do, hmmm. Truthfully, I'm not freaked at all by what you did. I've spent weeks with that Sasori, and watched him several times deorgan and drain the blood out of people to make them into puppets, even when they were still alive, hmmm. I do indeed get. Just one thing, though. You could of at least spared the child, hmmm..." he said this as he glanced at the small lifeless body in the shredded rips of the wagon.
"You only need one person to deliver a message. If I did not kill his family, he wouldn't of taken the message seriously, like his damned father. He sees life like I do now." Hinata looked at Deidara again. "Did my parents spare me? Did they even think about my safety when they carelessly left me in the woods to die in that god forsaken campsite? Well? No, they didn't. Do you still want to have sex with me?"
"...I admit, yes, hmmm."
"Ugh!" Hinata stomped away.
"I'm disgusted with myself as well, dearest," Deidara called quietly as she left back to the Akatsuki building.
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"So our second league temple decides to part with us?" Pein asked rhetorically. Hinata still answered anyway.
"They won't. I sent fear into our messanger back to them. They will not do as they wished."
"That's good." Pein turned to his side. "Zetsu."
A leafy shape formed out of the wall.
"Go clean up the mess Hinata left," Pein ordered.
The leafy shape disappeared back into the wall.
Hinata eased her eyes, excused herself, and left the shady room.
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"Ugh..." Deidara sighed, perched on a corner of a building. He fiddled with a piece of clay in his palm, making a harmless creature out of it (as in unexplosive).
"What's with you?" Sasori asked from within Hiruko from below.
"Hinata's been having such a nasty attitude lately...do you think she's on her period, hmmm?"
"No. It's more than likely Itachi's still pestering her thoughts," Sasori retorted.
"Itachi? Still, hmm?" Deidara practically growled, squeezing the life out of his creation into its original mush. "They've been broken up for weeks. She's with me now anyway, so why does she still give a damn, hmm?"
"Calm yourself, brat," Sasori said lowly. "Itachi and Hinata have quite a history with each other in their years throughout Akatsuki. If you knew, you'd understand her pain of separating with him so quickly."
"Oh? Well tell me, danna. I do love stories ever so much, hmmm," the blond artist said sarcastically, jumping down from his perch. He approached the captivated red head with his hand stuffed in his pouch, putting away the clay he was playing with. "Well, hmmm?"
"Another time, brat. You should get some sleep. We have a long travel starting tomorrow." Sasori glanced at the sun setting, leaving the sky looking like a sea of blood. Deidara noticed it too, but then looked back down at Sasori.
"Right, hmmm," Deidara replied. Then he frowned. "I don't know about Hinata though. I've been wanting some alone time with her because she has barely touched me in a week, hmmm. She's always on her on..."
"You sound like a complaining housewife," Sasori grunted as he dragged himself towards the building.
"Shut it, puppet boy, hmmm," Deidara threw at him, kicking the end of Hiruko as they went to their quarters.
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"LOOK!" a monk yelled, pointing at the entrance of the temple. A little boy strained with blood came running up to temple stairs, panting and crying at the same time. He ran to the main courtyard, monk surrounding him, reaching out to him, trying to help him. The boy could barely go on. He fell on his face, the scroll falling from his grasp. The monks picked him up, bringing the unconscious boy inside to be taken care of.
An elder monk opened the scroll, finding it to be the same they had sent to the Akatsuki not to long ago earlier that day. It was almost dripping with blood.
"They-They said...don't seperate from them..don't..." the boy trembled inside, voice cracked. "Or they'll kill all of you,,,just like they did my dad and...and brother..." the boy threw up on the concrete. The monks uttered to themselves.
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Daybreak. Deidara and Sasori came up from the Akatsuki headquarters, faces masked with the brims of their hats. A few of the other Akatsuki came up to greet them goodbye, one of them being Hinata. She walked up to the blond, whirling him around by his shoulder. She gave him a hug, whispering to him, "Come back alive."
"Heh, don't worry so much, Princess, hmmm. Me and Sasori'll be fine."
"Protect each other," Hinata stated to him, ignoring his confidence. Deidara simply nodded. Hinata waved down at her big brother Sasori good bye as the two artists left to Suna, for the Shukaku.
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