Notes

A/N: This is my first fanfiction that I'm actually going to publish. I hope it's not terrible but at the same time I've read enough fanfics to know it's not the worst. Still if it sucks don't leave a review saying something like that, or anything. If there is something you see that I could improve on, please tell me. Just please do bear with me, and remember that my 'a' key is stuck so sometimes it doesn't come out and I do not have a beta at the moment, but I'll try really hard on my own for the time being. o-0

Okay, now that that's done on with chapter 1!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters.

Warnings: Yaoi, Lemons, Violence, Rape, Torture, Hidan like language, and possible M-Preg.

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The glint of sunlight on the kunai was what really gave away the location of his attacker. He was undeniably skilled; throwing the kunai just right so that they'd turn anywhere from forty-five to ninety degrees and make it difficult to see just where he was hiding. But he'd made a terrible blunder in luring the blond to this point in which the sun reflected perfectly off the edge of the kunai just before it left his hand.

Such talent wasted by one single idiotic move. With a few quick hand signs and a dodge of the knife, the blond had already won the fight. The silver haired could've never seen it coming.

The blond was very a talented actor, however. He liked to pride himself on that certain feature. After all, just because there was no chance of him losing didn't mean he couldn't give the attacker a little show…

The blond man, well teen (he was only nineteen after all) turned angrily in the direction the kunai had flown and hastily threw a perfectly sculpted clay owl; another quick hand sign and a distressed call of 'katsu' and the clay bird was reduced to nothing but a flurry of bring colors and a 'bang'. The teen took a minute to marvel at his work, as tree branch it'd landed on fell to the ground; burnt and broken. This, to him, is true art! The fleeting moment of explosion, the colors that dance together so beautifully, so naturally… but it'll never be boring, no.

Because it is fleeting.

It doesn't last, so you never get the chance to get bored. Life is just the same in that way. It seems strange; people live their lives fearing death when that is all that will come. Death is the only thing certain in life. Maybe that could be why. It's the only thing you don't have a choice in. In life you can mold it any which way, like he does with his clay sculptures, everything even things like your own murder; they're all things you could change if you were to relive your life once more… except death. No matter what you did, you could never change the fact that you are going to die, just as his art could never change the fact that it will blow, as it was created to do so.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a kunai whizzing past him slightly scraping his face and leaving a small scratch that would no doubt heal in a couple of days. Still, Deidara needed to stop zoning out and focus; he has this fight in the palm of his hand and he won't let it slip through his fingers.

Swiftly, a clay clone of the blond was in the air next to the gray haired man throwing kunai straight into the throat of his opponent, tearing a disturbing gargled howl from the man.

"I beat you, again, Hidan, un!" Deidara yelled proudly, the cocky smirk practically autioble, as usual.

Shakily getting to his feet Hidan smirked cockily at his best friend. "Whatever, Blondie. Let’s go again. I’ll fucking sacrifice your ass this time! You just got lucky. You gotta fucking leave yet, right?" he asked in a sort of hopeful tone, seemingly forgetting about the giant gash through his throat. It was surprising he could even still talk, what with his larynx being severed so severely.

It was surprising, yet not. The jashinist was strong, and going along with his immortality, had outstanding healing abilities; no wound, no matter how severe, ever lasted too long. Not even muscular or skeletal damage. Even so, the jashinist's throat hadn't healed yet. It made the teen wonder if maybe some parts of his body healed faster than others.

Deidara thought for a second his head ever so slightly lolling back as he looked up to the sky. "No, I don’t have to leave yet, but I think Danna'd get all pissy if I ran out of chakra in the middle of a mission, un. By the way, there’s no way in hell you’d ever beat me." Deidara said cockily, his smirk widening at his own dare. Hidan just rolled his eyes and hissed, “You have no idea how much I’ll fucking enjoy the day I can finally kill you, bitch…”

Deidara chuckled; his friend was so easily provoked! With a scoff he turned his back and crossed his arms a pout evident on his face. “Aw, Hidan, you know that’ll never happen,” he turned his head to look him straight in the eyes as he leaned up against him, “Even if you had the chance to, you couldn’t do it.”

Hidan smiled and stared down at the blond.

“Oh, really?” his voice raised a teasing octave, “Cuz, I fucking think I could…”

Deidara mocked Hidan's higher pitch, “No, I don’t think so. You sure about that? Cuz I don’t think you would… No do think so… I'm pretty sure you wouldn’t-”

“I fucking think so…” Hidan nodded in agreement with his cocky statement leaning in a little closer.

Deidara shook his head in disagreement before cheekily shoving Hidan's face away. “Please! You know you love me way too much,” Deidara put on his best angelic face before balling his hands into fists and bringing them up to his chest in an attempt to look small, and innocent, “To be able to let anything happen to wittle ol’ me…”

“You fucking know, Deidara,” Hidan smiled sweetly down at those deep blue eyes as he paused, “You look really fucking stupid right now,” Hidan stated his voice a husky whisper that made Deidara's lightly tanned cheeks turn light pink color. Deidara shoved Hidan's face away from his own, not wanting the cocky bastard to see the effect he had on him. Honestly, it was completely unnecessary; Hidan was always utterly oblivious of when someone felt anything about him beyond friendship…

Deidara wasn’t exactly sure as to when he’d first gotten a crush on his best friend, but he remembered the day they’d become so close.

He had decided to go train and was greeted at the training field by aforementioned jashinist.

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As Deidara stepped out into the clearing, where the members of the Akatsuki usually trained, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up on end. He followed his instincts and jumped into a nearby tree, ready for a fight in his battle stance. He was a little relieved when he realized it was just another Akatsuki member, but kept his stance as he noticed a kunai lodged in the ground right where he had been standing. He raised an eyebrow at the silver haired who just shrugged.

“What? I fucking thought you were someone else. Don’t give me that fucking look. You look fucking fugly… not that you can fucking fix that.” Though he could’ve easily let it go with a quick insult on Hidan's statement being redundant, he couldn’t help but feel incredible enraged by such an asinine insult. He was a man but he worked hard to look artistically beautiful, dammit!

The smirk on Hidan’s was promptly blown off as Deidara as a bird launched itself at him. Lucky exploded just before it got to him, so there was no serious damage, but Hidan’s patience had defiantly been blown to smithereens.

He was screaming obscenities at the top of his lungs, and swinging his scythe at the blond, every which way. As amused as Deidara was dodging Hidan's attacks, he couldn’t help but feel off about something. He could sense chakra coming straight towards them. It was defiantly a group of people. None of them had anything about them that seemed significant, but how in the hell would they be able to fight them if they were too busy fighting each other?

With a quick, intentional movement, Deidara was on top of a very angry, very confused Hidan. He placed his hand over the adulterated mouth and hushed him. His face remained cocky and intent, even as Hidan sunk his teeth as deep into the tanned hand as possible; Deidara didn’t even bat an eye! The silver haired man watching as Deidara’s hair fluttered around him in the wind; he felt as though the bright color would blind him. The wind soon ceased, as the golden waterfall fell around his beautiful face down to Hidan's. Azure locked onto fuchsia, and a crimson blush mirrored on each Akatsuki member’s face.

“There are people coming… a group of about eight or nine people,” Deidara thanked whatever god was out there his voice didn’t shake, or stumble, “You sensed them too, right? That’s why you expected me to be someone else,” Deidara’s eyes were closed, and his head dropped down as he shook it pitifully, “Jeez; you really need to work on that; you're terrible.”

With that Hidan's rage bubbled up and he sunk his teeth into the blond’s hand, yet again. This time he managed to get a reaction from him; Deidara ripped his hand away and punched him. “Quit it. They're almost here, and if we keep fighting like this I’ll be dead, and you're gonna be in so many pieces, not even Kakuzu can put you back together,” Deidara hissed giving Hidan as angry a glare as he could. Honestly, what did see in this guy? He’s just some fucking dumbass brute.

“I don’t care if you like me, I don’t care if you hate me, but, if you don’t mind, could we just work together for five minutes to take these guys out? They’re really weak, and if they beat us, we’ll be a laughing-stock. Is that really what you want?” Deidara argued. Hidan would have to be an idiot not to agree.

“Fucking fine, Deidara. But just so you know, I'm gonna fucking sacrifice your ass after this.” To be honest, Hidan really did not like how everybody treated him; like he was just some stupid little kid that couldn’t do shit. He was able to come up with battle plans and analyze the situation fairly well, but when he got mad, all him logical thinking just flew out the window. He never saw his short temper as a bad thing. He was immortal; it wasn’t like he really had to be careful. He could take care of himself; if part of his body was cut off, he could sew it back on himself. He didn’t need Kakuzu! He didn’t need this dumb teen’s help! He didn’t need the Akatsuki! He didn’t need anyone at all! The only thing he needed was Jashin; the one keeping him alive.

As Deidara gracefully removed himself from Hidan’s body, a sigh escaped the latter’s lips. Looks like he'd have to fight eight or nine people all by himself. He flinched at the thought of all the injuries he was likely to obtain through this. It was true that Hidan loved pain, but only when he was inflicting it on himself and others. He was a bit picky with his masochism. If another were to inflict damage at on him, he'd tear into shreds in a fit of rage. Still, he didn’t like how weak he felt whenever his opponent landed a hit on him. Pissed him the fuck off.

His rants were cut off as a blur of green came speeding in his direction.

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The wind caressed the blonde locks as he soared threw the air on his signature clay bird. It was just a routine mission to gather information on the Ichibi, Shukaku. The only information they had obtained so far was the Jinchuuriki was Sabaku no Gaara, the 5th Kazekage, (The Godaime Kazekage) after his father. They still, however, knew nothing of his powers, and were yet to be turning up any knew information from Sasori's spies placed in Sunagakure.

"Brat," Sasori addressed the blond in a low tone, almost a growl.

Instantly and obediently said teen stopped and turned his head to peer over his shoulder at the grotesque puppet exterior of Hiruko and silently questioned why such a hideously, decayed thing would be his Danna's favorite.

"Un?" he questioned not bothering to actually form words as a sign he was listening.

"The spy I'm supposed to meet with is off our route. I'll go on my own. You can take care of the mission until I get there, I trust," the puppet stated before taking his leave. Truly the blond, given a choice, would've gone with the Danna he respected so, and looked up to, and over all didn't mind his company. He didn't much like being alone, though he could manage.

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For a while the blond traveled in silence, before he broke it himself noticing the location of the sun in the sky, "Did Danna really need to leave so late? ...Would he even be able to find me if I set up camp somewhere, un?" The day was nearly spent and Deidara needed to stop and rest, even if it was just a routine information gathering it was still unprofessional, and therefore unexcitable, to be tired on a mission.

Sitting by the fire, Deidara shifted uncomfortably. 'It's just my imagination playing tricks on me,' he thought his eyes shifting back and forth. He was getting extremely paranoid, to the point where he couldn't even sleep. It was moronic, but at the same time he could swear someone was watching. He could feel the eyes glued to him so keenly, all he could see when he closed his eyes to sleep were two wide open, beady snake eyes staring at him, straining themselves to do so, yet unblinking.

He could sense no chakra, though. That was another of the many things he'd prided himself on, he could always sense an enemy's chakra, no matter how faint, but there was none.

Even if there was, there was no blood lust even, no anger, and no hatred. It just seemed to be Deidara being paranoid.

Still, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself of this he just couldn't. He was too sure of the eyes. They were defiantly there…

Feeling far too discomforted the blond rose to his feet and began to gather his cloak from off the ground where he had been using it as a pillow.

Deidara's head wiped around at a strange, yet completely familiar, noise. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but he was sure he'd heard it a million times before. And then, it hit him. He scolded himself slightly for being so completely and utterly stupid as to have not realized it sooner.

The shock set in and so did the pain as he clutched at the kunai lodged in his shoulder, ripping it out and throwing it where he'd guested the new enemy was hiding. Seeing as he heard the hollow clank of the kunai striking wood, he'd missed. Reaching down the mouth on Deidara's hand quickly devoured some clay and his scope began to zoom in and out while searching for some kind of heat source, before the pain spread to his abdomen.

For a second the blonde had though he'd been hit with yet another kunai but looking down he soon realized this was not the case.

"Poison?!" Deidara questioned in agony, dropping to his knees and gripping his stomach. This was a strong poison, too; his liver actually felt like it was being torn to pieces rather than just failing.

"D-Danna! Sasori-no-Danna, please; h-help me!" Deidara cried out desperately.

Oh, what he wouldn't give to have his poison savvy partner with him at the moment.

He could hear someone approaching him and as they got closer he quieted his noises, trying desperately to get up and get away. Despite his efforts Deidara couldn't stand, he couldn't even bring himself to look up.

The intruder let out a low chuckle at Deidara's suffering, before yanking his hair to make him look into his eyes. "I've been waiting for you Dei-kun." He whispered, though his voice resonated through Deidara's body, the hoarse rumble shaking his bone and for once in his life Deidara was genuinely terrified.

DARKNESS.

He'd known his attacker was a snake.

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A/N: Sooo... what'd ya think? Was it any good? Please keep in mind whenever I feel like writing, but I don't have my laptop with me, I write this on my iPod; please forgive me for any mistakes in capitalization, or if there are any '//'s then just know that's something I intended to have italicized but missed. It does not mean to stop and look up. (Sorry, couldn't help myself. *u*') I won't be updating too soon but I'd still like to hear from you guys! So, favorite, follow, and review, please?