Laying sprawled out across the bed with his eyes closed, I'd be lying if I said that Deidara looked anything less than rape-able at the moment. Strands of his long blonde hair pool around his head, twisting and curling and fanning out around him in a sea of golden blonde. One arm is thrown half-hazardly across his face, covering his eyes, while the other is stretched out across the mattress. The dark blank tank top he wears is streaked with dried white clay and his deep gray skinny jeans suffer much the same fashion.
I really, really, really, really want to cannon ball onto the bed.
I really do.
Somehow able to control my urges, I slowly make my way to the bed and crawl onto the mattress beside him. He doesn't move, or acknowledge my existence. Frowning, I lay down beside him and curl up to his side. He jerks slightly beneath me and moves his arm away from his eyes to look down. He lets out a loud yawn and rolls over onto his side, curling his arms around me.
"Good morning, hmm." He murmurs sleepily.
"I'm sorry." I whisper back, nuzzling his nose. "Had I realized you were sleeping, I wouldn't have bothered you."
"You didn't, yeah."
A comfortable silence encompasses us. Deidara slowly drifts back to sleep, arms wrapped around my torso, legs tangled with mine. I close my eyes in content. A small smile twitches across my lips and stretches so wide, I'm afraid my lips will break. I can honestly say that I am the luckiest girl in the world. Just the fact that I'm being held by Deidara brings happy tears to my eyes.
Then the door slams open.
We jolt up, still holding each other. Well, I'm clinging to him like a wet cat because the loud, abrupt sound scared the living shit out of me and he's to lazy to lower his arms. Sasuke stands at the door, a nasty glare fashioned onto his face so cold that it would make any other Uchiha cower in fear.
I believe he's found the diary...
"Hello Sasuke." I smile sweetly, feigning complete innocence.
Deidara groans irritably and falls back onto the bed, now ignoring the both of us. Unfortunately for him, I have no sympathy. It's what the sexy artist gets for staying up days at a time to work on a sculpture. I do believe I'll have to try seducing him into bed...
But that's besides the point.
"I believe this belongs to you." Sasuke chucks the diary into the room, at my face specifically, and I yelp and dodge. "First off, I'm straight. I'm as straight as a fucking board, you bitch. Second, I do not 'lust' after my fucking brother. That is disgusting and incest and just plain wrong." He growls lowly. "Keep me out of your pranks. I want nothing to do with them."
"Wow..." I blink at him. "You obviously dipped your words in too much denial. I can practically taste it in the air. Are you sure you're straight? Because I know that if it isn't Itachi you're lusting after, then it must be Naruto...or maybe Suigetsu..."
A look of disgust flickers across Sasuke's face. Then an incredible amount of rage. Skin turning a bright, cherry red, Sasuke's lips part as if to say something and then slam shut. Growling out something unintelligible, the younger Uchiha shakes his head in disgust and promptly storms out of the room. The door slams shut behind him loudly, making the entire house rattle.
"Leave them speechless." I nod in satisfaction.
Deidara snorts. "He'll be back, hmm."
The door opens again, no more than two seconds later, to reveal my favorite puppet master. Sasori casts us a bored look as the door clicks shut behind him and then glides across the floor to his workbench. Sitting in my computer chair, in which he claimed his long ago, he pulls out a strange book looking thing and opens it to a specific page. It's not the book he's been reading. I know that because said book sits beside one of his unfinished puppets on the very bench he is working at.
My eyes narrow.
After a few moments of staring, I decide that I can investigate it later. Laying back down, I stretch out and yawn loudly. Today had been an interesting day. Sarah, the oh so patient one, stormed into the doctor's office this morning and demanded to know whether or not her kid had a penis-and I do mean that literally. Luckily, she has passed her five month mark, so they were able to enlighten her. Arabella will be born in less than four months.
Due to the...need, Hidan and Sarah's house has been put into the main priority category.
And it's coming along quite beautifully too. I think the contractor believed me when I told him that if they didn't get it completely finished before Sarah had her baby, that I was going to mail the three of them to his house so he could deal with a screaming baby and her psychotic parents.
The baby has also brought forth new conversations within the house.
Pein and Konan have made it official, as have Kisame and Alice. I screamed with joy when the former made their announcement-scaring the crap out of several people whilst doing so-and squealed loudly for a good hour afterwords. Pein and Konan were my favorite almost-couple in the anime, as were Naruto and Hinata- who are now my new prey.
Deidara and I have decided that we weren't going to talk about anything marriage related until things have settled down a bit. We've been dating for almost a year now, and despite Hidan's jokes, we have not done anything sexual. Well...I take that back..we did have that one time...but I'm still a virgin. So I don't think it counts. I predict that Konan and Pein's wedding will come first. Deidara says Sarah and Hidan's, because of the baby. And Sasori says Kisame and Alice will tie the knot first. We have made our little wager and now, Itachi, Kakuzu, Kakashi, and kitty Tsunade have joined in on it as well.
Little do they know, I have been coaching Pein on exactly what to say to Konan, when he proposes to her tomorrow night.
But anyways, back to the main point. If all that does happen, not only will we have to deal with three possible weddings, ten new houses, and a baby, but we will also have to worry about making each and every one of the Naruto Gang a registered citizen. Just thinking about that stress is enough to make me want to pull out my hair. I don't want to add my own wedding on top of that.
Something touches my chest. I look down, ripped out of my thoughts, and try not to laugh. Deidara has planted his face right into my chest, nose nuzzling the top of my left breast because his head is tilted so. His arms are wound up around my torso, hugging me tightly so I can't escape. And his legs have somehow weaseled between my legs.
I sigh softly and attempt to free my arms.
Deidara grunts, mainly because I accidentally whop him in the face with my movements, and moves up until he hovers over me. I free my arms and grin sheepishly up at him. He presses his lips to mine swiftly and then lowers himself back down to snuggle into my chest.
Within seconds, he's out like a light.
I gingerly untie his hair band and run my fingers through the long blonde tresses. Sasori shuts his book and sets it off to the side. I tilt my head back to watch him, already plotting ways to steal that book. He sets it off to the side and then begins to work on one of his puppets. If he feels my plotting gaze, he doesn't acknowledge my presence.
The door clicks open. My head whips around and I see Itachi take a small step in. I smile warmly at him and press my index finger to my lips. He nods and elegantly strolls over to the bed.
"I have a question." He whispers softly, dark eyes amused.
Mine narrow in suspicion.
"Who's Voldemort?"
