The Follow Up
It had been a good few weeks since your village had been destroyed, and you still had the letter from the mysterious stranger though the flower wilted and died days back. You were one of the villagers that became displaced from its destruction.
The letter explained a lot; Deidara was one of the members of the Akatsuki, forced to join by their leader after being defeated by Itachi Uchiha another man from the terrorist organization. It was a name you were familiar with, the man who slaughtered his entire clan with little remorse. With the exception of his little brother, Sasuke.
He was sent to your village to search for information on the whereabouts of a nearby Jinchuriki and to dispose of any evidence they may have left there. He spared you due to the fact that he couldn’t let a ‘pretty face like yours’ go to waste.
You should feel flattered, thankful even, but you were just angry. How dare he kill so many people, but… it wasn’t like he wanted to, right? He was forced to join, maybe he was forced to do this too.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at your window. You sigh, thinking it was one of the annoying kids from down the street playing a prank at this time of night, when they should be sleeping. You were shocked to find a familiar blonde-haired missing nin.
“You’re the flower shop girl, right?” He called through the glass, “Care to let me in?” The biggest grin was on his stupid handsome face.
Stomping over and slamming the window open you hiss at him, “Deidara! What are you doing here, if the Anbu find you here, with me, they’ll—”
He chuckled pulling himself in, “No need to worry about them, they didn’t even notice me. Hm. I came to check up on you, flower. I was worried you had gotten caught up in my art,” he looked melancholy for a moment, reaching out to cup your face and running a thumb across your cheek.
“You mean that explosion? I… I thought you were a good guy.” You explain with a frown, pulling back away from his touch, “Some of my closest friends died due to your so-called ‘art’ Deidara,” you seethed. How dare he treat you like this.
His eyes flashed in anger for a moment, then regret, “Sorry for misleading you, then,” he snarked, “I did what my leader asked of me. I’m sorry for your loss but I’m not going to apologize or ask for forgiveness for what I did, hn. I did what i do best, I made art.” He shrugged and crossed his arms.
You wanted to slap the smug look on his face but remembered the sad look he gave you of a kicked puppy. You growl, “You’re lucky I don’t call the guards.”
“They wouldn’t come in time anyways,” he said dismissing your threat with a wave of his hand, “I’ve been thinking of you lately.”
“I haven’t,” you snark in response.
He growled, pinning you against a wall and nosing your throat. His voice dropped as he warned you, “Look. I’m trying to be nice here, don’t push your luck,” he paused for effect, making your racing heart beat faster, pumping adrenaline through your veins. You were not comfortable with this. “I have a C4 bird waiting to be detonated just outside your window,”
This made you gulp in fear. Slowly you nod, not wanting to show how scared you were. Soon he backed away there was a tinge of guilt on his face that almost made him look like he regretted threatening you.
He quickly switched back to his usual smug grin. Going to the window he spoke, “Date, you and me. Tomorrow, 6 o’clock. Meet me at the Ramen stand next door,” he turned his head to you and smirked, “Wear something nice, I have something I want to show you.” And with that he was gone.
You watched as he flew off somewhere on a clay bird. After a while you lost track of where he was. Then there was a loud boom and an explosion lit up the sky.
What did your damned emotions pull you into this time.