[Complete]
Who: L and Deidara
What: L talks to Dei after he wakes up.
When: Friday morning
Where: L's bedroom
Warnings: None
The blond was sitting quietly on L's bed, staring out the window. He had been since Itachi intruded. He was remembering how Itachi had hesitated by the door... how his eyes penetrated him along with his words...
...How he had held him in his arms...
Deidara's fingers gripped tightly at the blanket. He would do well to stop remembering it and just start thinking about what he was going to do now. What WAS he going to do...?
Frequently he had been checking on Deidara, coming and going from time to time, watching his sleeping form.
This time though, when he unlocked the door to him room and stepped inside, the blond was sitting up, looking out the window. It startled him slightly, stumbling back a few steps before catching himself and stepping just inside the door.
He stood there for a moment, hands stuffed haphazardly in his pockets, his shirt absent. The wings made it impossible to wear one, so he was forced to go without, showing off a pale chest with too many visible ribs.
"You're awake. That's good. People on the network were slightly worried."
"Hm." Deidara slowly turned, looking over at L. His one bright cobalt eye was showing, and his golden hair was shining brightly in the sunlight. Those white wings didn't help either. He looked over L's lanky form before slowly glancing back out the window.
"Thank for taking care of me yeah. While I was out." He wish he could have stayed out, however.
Silently he strolled over to the chair he had sat next to the bed, kneeling one knee on the surface of said chair, using the other leg to keep himself supported.
Silently he looked about the room, his head tilting to the side, bending down to pick out one of the few black feathers that sat on the floor. He twirled it quietly between his fingers, staring at Deidara's back.
"It was no problem. Naruto-kun helped get you here, and I hope you don't mind but I sent him off to your apartment to gather up some of your clothing."
That little blond twink had been in his apartment? He better not have touched his shit. Deidara shook his head, his gaze never leaving the window.
"It's fine un. Whatever." His wings stretched a little before folding tightly.
He tilted his head, blinking quietly as he watched the blond. Perhaps he was naturally distant like this, maybe not. Either way there seemed to be something on his mind.
"You seem distracted, is it because of you visitor?"
Deidara seemed to tense. He looked over at L quickly, about to protest, only to see the black feather he had in between his fingers.
...Well, no use in lying now.
"...Yeah," He admitted, his eyes focused on the feather. He frowned, looking down at his blankets. "The bastard came in in the middle of the night."
He blinked again, and eyebrow quirking.
"I see."
Quietly he stepped over on the bed, squatting down in his favorite position, staring over at the blond.
"What happened?"
Deidara glanced over at L, who was staring over at him curiously. He scowled faintly, making a face, before looking back down at the blankets.
"...I woke up, and he was over my bed un. Staring at me with those creepy eyes of his." However, this time, he hadn't bothered to look away. They were so beautiful, cast down on him in the bed. They had sent pleasurable shivers up his spine that he would never admit to, not even to himself. "I don't know why he was here... probably to make sure I was still out un."
"Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully to himself.
L pulled the LP from his pocked, silently scrolling through the network, picking out Itachi's journal, and selecting it.
"Itachi has made four posts since the...trial," he said the word with slight irritation, because really, it had been unfair. "Two of which have clear meanings, the other two..." he paused, holding out the LP to him, "I am unclear on their meanings.
"One it would seem, that perhaps he is worried? I wonder why one who has been killed, and in return done something from what I hear near equal in severity, would worry. Do you have any guess?"
Deidara merely continued staring at the blankets with a blank expression. Worried. Itachi had been worried about him. He knew this, especially by the way the man had held him, had...
...Kissed him...
The blond shook his head. "No." He let out softly.
"I see."
His voice was doubtful. His head tilted to the side, he kept the LP held out for a moment, his other hand up by his face, thumb pressed against his front teeth in thought.
"Would you mind telling me exactly what happened last night then?"
"What else is there to tell un?" Deidara looked over at L with a frown washed over his face. "The asshole came in though the window, woke me up, scared the shit out of me yeah, and then started questioning me about why I blew his head up. Though the answer should have been obvious." Deidara looked away. "He just pestered me un. That's all."
"He was able to wake you?"
A little muffled by the thumb resting against his lips, but L's eyes widened with curiosity.
"I had been trying for a while. I didn't think you would wake for quite some time. I was shocked to walk in and you were up."
"Yeah, I guess he was. Or maybe it was just my time un."
How Itachi had managed to wake him up made him wonder as well. There was an unsettled look in his one visible blue orb. However, he didn't seem to want to think more upon it, for Deidara let out a sigh.
"I guess I should have woken you up then un. I don't remember what time it was, but it was still dark yeah."
"Perhaps."
He blinked at the look in the blond's eye, keeping his own eyes focused on him.
"Some say it was unfair. If it's true, then why would you ask for such a thing."
There was a pause. Deidara glanced back over at L.
"...I felt I would rather be subjected to those horrible eyes again... than risk losing my ability to create art un. Did you hear that crazy bitch talking? Brain surgery? Sorry, but I didn't like the thought of possibly being retarded forever un."
"I would not have allowed it. She is young, and at such an age -no matter how talented- no one would be able to pull off such an operation. She was out of line to say such a thing in the first place."
"Hm. But if you heard the rest of the crew, they didn't seem to think so un." Brain surgery. Brain surgery! He looked over L before replying softly, "Since I'm up... what now? Is there some other sentence I need to carry out un?"
"If what happened was truly as bad as they have said, then no. I think six days of incapacitation because of such thing is well enough."
He slipped to the floor with a sigh.
"Though, I, among others, will be keeping an eye out. On you and him."
The blond glanced over at him.
"Of course," He stated softly. He smirked over at L slightly. "It would be a bad idea if you didn't."
He had started to step away, instead he paused directly in front of him. He stuffed his hands back in his pockets, blinking down at him.
"Why a bad idea? You do not have plans on doing such again, do you?"
"No. But that doesn't mean I'm not a troublemaker un." Deidara smiled, letting his playful nature creep back into his voice.
"Hm. Yes, just don't get yourself into too much trouble," he said with a child like smile.
"You have clothes there, on top of the dresser, and you are welcomed to use the shower if you would like. Afterward you're free to stay or go."
"Sure." Deidara glanced over at his clothes. A shower... well, he decided to just take one at home. That way he could... think. The blond stood slowly to his feet, testing his strength, and, pleased to find he could actually walk, stood, going over to his clothes and changing.
Afterwards, he walked out, slowly.
"I'm just going to head home," He stated faintly.
What: L talks to Dei after he wakes up.
When: Friday morning
Where: L's bedroom
Warnings: None
The blond was sitting quietly on L's bed, staring out the window. He had been since Itachi intruded. He was remembering how Itachi had hesitated by the door... how his eyes penetrated him along with his words...
...How he had held him in his arms...
Deidara's fingers gripped tightly at the blanket. He would do well to stop remembering it and just start thinking about what he was going to do now. What WAS he going to do...?
Frequently he had been checking on Deidara, coming and going from time to time, watching his sleeping form.
This time though, when he unlocked the door to him room and stepped inside, the blond was sitting up, looking out the window. It startled him slightly, stumbling back a few steps before catching himself and stepping just inside the door.
He stood there for a moment, hands stuffed haphazardly in his pockets, his shirt absent. The wings made it impossible to wear one, so he was forced to go without, showing off a pale chest with too many visible ribs.
"You're awake. That's good. People on the network were slightly worried."
"Hm." Deidara slowly turned, looking over at L. His one bright cobalt eye was showing, and his golden hair was shining brightly in the sunlight. Those white wings didn't help either. He looked over L's lanky form before slowly glancing back out the window.
"Thank for taking care of me yeah. While I was out." He wish he could have stayed out, however.
Silently he strolled over to the chair he had sat next to the bed, kneeling one knee on the surface of said chair, using the other leg to keep himself supported.
Silently he looked about the room, his head tilting to the side, bending down to pick out one of the few black feathers that sat on the floor. He twirled it quietly between his fingers, staring at Deidara's back.
"It was no problem. Naruto-kun helped get you here, and I hope you don't mind but I sent him off to your apartment to gather up some of your clothing."
That little blond twink had been in his apartment? He better not have touched his shit. Deidara shook his head, his gaze never leaving the window.
"It's fine un. Whatever." His wings stretched a little before folding tightly.
He tilted his head, blinking quietly as he watched the blond. Perhaps he was naturally distant like this, maybe not. Either way there seemed to be something on his mind.
"You seem distracted, is it because of you visitor?"
Deidara seemed to tense. He looked over at L quickly, about to protest, only to see the black feather he had in between his fingers.
...Well, no use in lying now.
"...Yeah," He admitted, his eyes focused on the feather. He frowned, looking down at his blankets. "The bastard came in in the middle of the night."
He blinked again, and eyebrow quirking.
"I see."
Quietly he stepped over on the bed, squatting down in his favorite position, staring over at the blond.
"What happened?"
Deidara glanced over at L, who was staring over at him curiously. He scowled faintly, making a face, before looking back down at the blankets.
"...I woke up, and he was over my bed un. Staring at me with those creepy eyes of his." However, this time, he hadn't bothered to look away. They were so beautiful, cast down on him in the bed. They had sent pleasurable shivers up his spine that he would never admit to, not even to himself. "I don't know why he was here... probably to make sure I was still out un."
"Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully to himself.
L pulled the LP from his pocked, silently scrolling through the network, picking out Itachi's journal, and selecting it.
"Itachi has made four posts since the...trial," he said the word with slight irritation, because really, it had been unfair. "Two of which have clear meanings, the other two..." he paused, holding out the LP to him, "I am unclear on their meanings.
"One it would seem, that perhaps he is worried? I wonder why one who has been killed, and in return done something from what I hear near equal in severity, would worry. Do you have any guess?"
Deidara merely continued staring at the blankets with a blank expression. Worried. Itachi had been worried about him. He knew this, especially by the way the man had held him, had...
...Kissed him...
The blond shook his head. "No." He let out softly.
"I see."
His voice was doubtful. His head tilted to the side, he kept the LP held out for a moment, his other hand up by his face, thumb pressed against his front teeth in thought.
"Would you mind telling me exactly what happened last night then?"
"What else is there to tell un?" Deidara looked over at L with a frown washed over his face. "The asshole came in though the window, woke me up, scared the shit out of me yeah, and then started questioning me about why I blew his head up. Though the answer should have been obvious." Deidara looked away. "He just pestered me un. That's all."
"He was able to wake you?"
A little muffled by the thumb resting against his lips, but L's eyes widened with curiosity.
"I had been trying for a while. I didn't think you would wake for quite some time. I was shocked to walk in and you were up."
"Yeah, I guess he was. Or maybe it was just my time un."
How Itachi had managed to wake him up made him wonder as well. There was an unsettled look in his one visible blue orb. However, he didn't seem to want to think more upon it, for Deidara let out a sigh.
"I guess I should have woken you up then un. I don't remember what time it was, but it was still dark yeah."
"Perhaps."
He blinked at the look in the blond's eye, keeping his own eyes focused on him.
"Some say it was unfair. If it's true, then why would you ask for such a thing."
There was a pause. Deidara glanced back over at L.
"...I felt I would rather be subjected to those horrible eyes again... than risk losing my ability to create art un. Did you hear that crazy bitch talking? Brain surgery? Sorry, but I didn't like the thought of possibly being retarded forever un."
"I would not have allowed it. She is young, and at such an age -no matter how talented- no one would be able to pull off such an operation. She was out of line to say such a thing in the first place."
"Hm. But if you heard the rest of the crew, they didn't seem to think so un." Brain surgery. Brain surgery! He looked over L before replying softly, "Since I'm up... what now? Is there some other sentence I need to carry out un?"
"If what happened was truly as bad as they have said, then no. I think six days of incapacitation because of such thing is well enough."
He slipped to the floor with a sigh.
"Though, I, among others, will be keeping an eye out. On you and him."
The blond glanced over at him.
"Of course," He stated softly. He smirked over at L slightly. "It would be a bad idea if you didn't."
He had started to step away, instead he paused directly in front of him. He stuffed his hands back in his pockets, blinking down at him.
"Why a bad idea? You do not have plans on doing such again, do you?"
"No. But that doesn't mean I'm not a troublemaker un." Deidara smiled, letting his playful nature creep back into his voice.
"Hm. Yes, just don't get yourself into too much trouble," he said with a child like smile.
"You have clothes there, on top of the dresser, and you are welcomed to use the shower if you would like. Afterward you're free to stay or go."
"Sure." Deidara glanced over at his clothes. A shower... well, he decided to just take one at home. That way he could... think. The blond stood slowly to his feet, testing his strength, and, pleased to find he could actually walk, stood, going over to his clothes and changing.
Afterwards, he walked out, slowly.
"I'm just going to head home," He stated faintly.