A/N: Woah... it's been so long since I've posted a story on this webiste ! So let's see... I don't own Naruto... to bad XD This fict has nothing to do with what you have seen in the manga. The story is different and has nothing to do with the official one.
I'd like to thank Deidaras-girl from DA who took the time to translate this fict from French to English ! She is so patient and talented ! Thank you a lot ! D
Free Me by Matty MacGregor Devory
In an organization called Akatsuki, each new member is assigned to become the partner of another, more experienced member, that they call "danna". I would have though that this expression was stupid, as it is also used as a name that women in Japan call their husbands. There were no female members in the organization, and even if I wasn't happy with this, I found myself becoming the danna of a blonde idiot. He had joined our organization since 3 years ago, at the age of 17. I remember the first time I saw him. He seemed unsure of himself, as though he was still asking himself whether or not joining had been a good idea. A reunion had been announced to find out who would become his danna. Zetsu had taken a step, ready to complete this vital step. Before he could begin the announcement as to who would be his danna, I proclaimed that I would be the new member's master. It wasn't until a second later that I realized what I'd said. Why had I said that when, really, I had no desire to do it? Apparently I wasn't the only one surprised, since everyone turned in my direction. I knew what they were thinking. "Why would this irritable and anti-social man want to accept this job?" It was a very good question, at which I couldn't even answer. Zetsu seemed against the idea that I shuld be the new danna. Somehow, not knowing why, I had the impression that I'd made the right choice.
The blonde had come to present himself to me. His name was Deidara. His idiotic smile made me almost scared and I had the overcoming desire to immediately withdraw from my new title.
After a week, I knew everything about him. It seemed like the only thing he knew to do was to talk. He always commented on something this or something that… Almost as though he thought it interested me. My self-reserved, quiet life took a turn. For someone like me, who loved the peace of silence, was often irritated by his excessive speaking. And he seemed to know it. He always asked me stupid questions that only he could answer. The majority of the time, I consoled myself by just answering with a "mmhmm" or an annoyed sigh, but there were also times when I took the pain to actually answer. This made him happy to no end, and after I had a few moments of peace.
After our first mission together, Deidara had almost killed me! Surely, it wasn't his fault. Ironic how, even when we took the pain to know each other, we ignored our combat styles. I ignored that he attacked the enemies at a distance by making them explode with the help of a few clay birds that he fabricated. I had then found myself between one of his famous creations and an enemy. Bang. My ears rang for a moment and I could've sworn that I was on the edge of tears. If I had been human at that time, I would most certainly have been dead.
After this incident, for reasons I didn't care about, Deidara focused his attention on his bombs and I took care to know where I was when he launched them. As time passed, I got used to him and finally learned to ignore him.
One month after our meeting, Deidara was assigned to a mission with another Akatsuki member. The infamous Itachi Uchiha. I had been told that it was an espionage mission and that the two ninjas who participated had to past through unseen. However, this wasn't the case. A while later, Kisame, Itachi's danna, had explained to me that it was actually an infiltration mission in the heart of a juvenile prostitution organization controlled by enemy ninja that were on the verge of becoming dangerous to Akatsuki. However, many respectable ninja held affinities with this organization and we couldn't take the risk of them allying together against us. The moment that I learned of this, I began to worry for my companion. The entire situation could take a turn for the worst and demanded good experience in a matter of subtlety. You had to be capable to adapt rapidly in the middle of dangerous situations, while at the same time learning as much as possible on enemies. The smallest gesture could reveal the intrusion, and lead to Deidara's death or capture. Ironically, neither Deidara nor Itachi had this experience.
The mission was to last 3 weeks. After 6 weeks without news of them, the two boys were declared as missing. I have to admit, that I was sick with worry. When Leader announced it to us, I immediately asked if we were going to help them somehow. He had hesitated before answering no. He then proceeded to explain by adding that they'd accepted the mission as well as the risks that would come with it. This answer had enraged me. I just couldn't bring myself to relax while knowing that they could have been in danger, particularly Deidara. I knew since the beginning that they shouldn't have accepted the mission. It was too dangerous, even if they were high level ninja.
Two years later, Deidara and Itachi were declared dead. This announcement had particularly disturbed me, because in my heart I knew that they were still alive. Sadly, Leader would not accepted what I'd said when I'd voiced my thoughts and he had told me that with time, I would accept the truth. He then asked me why I worried so much about two people that I knew almost nothing about. It was a good question, but I found myself unable to answer. Come to think of it, ever since I'd met the young blonde, there had been tons of questions that I'd found myself unable to answer.
During the time that I'd been a part of Akatsuki, no one had taken the pain that I felt in to consideration. Not even my ex-partner, Orochimaru. He had betrayed us and I found myself wondering why he had done this, and what he was doing now. With Deidara, it was nothing like this. I'd known him for at most a month and I'd become attached to him without knowing. Yes, he annoyed me with his good mood and his idiot questions, but he had succeeded in making me say more about my past then only God knows. I never spoke about my past. In truth, it was rare for me to say anythinga bout myself. I found that it was unimportant information and I could never figure out how it could interest someone. Deidara was always interested and curious. Without knowing, I had slowly been telling him bits of me and my past. He would listen to me, nodding his head, but always finished by interrupting me to joke around. I would get angry; ignore him for a moment, before continuing what I was saying. If I stopped talking for too long to him then he would whine and leave to a corner, mumbling something about how I was treating him badly. It was a way to make me feel pity for him. I'd never pitied a person… except for him. He always seemed to be the exception to the rules. His large blue eyes seemed teary, on the verge of crying. Each time, I was sure that he'd burst in to tears like a young child. To my delight, it'd never happened. In truth, he'd never actually cried. When I saw him the first time, I would have bet that he was a real baby to cry but I was happy that I'd been wrong for once. Tears always made me feel uncomfortable.
I realized quickly enough that I'd become used to him and now that he wasn't there, there was something missing from me. The room where I would work on my puppets seemed affrontingly silence, without his laughable remarks. Missions were long and annoying, without his constant need to catch my eye. In short, I wasn't whole. Had I been a normal human, I would have probably cried because of Deidara's absence. But that wasn't the case, and so, no tear fell. To avoid thinking about him, I began working even harder on my puppets. I created new weapons and I kept my spirit occupied during this time. For me, it was normal.
Now that Kisame had no partner, he had been sent with Zetsu to guard the surroundings of the hideout. From what I had heard, ninjas from another village had taken shelter in a corner of it. We couldn't permit ourselves to be attacked at this moment. We had to get rid of the possible attackers. Leader had wanted me to join them but I let him know that I wanted nothing to do with it. In truth, I'd practically refused all the missions that he'd proposed to me. The idea of battling side to side with someone other than Deidara didn't tempt me at all. I was in the middle of working nonstop on one of my creations, when the door of my room opened and went flying. I didn't have any time to cry out my indignation when Tobi, a new member recommended by Zetsu, entered. He seemed agitated and he had to repeat what he said 2 times before I could comprehend what he was saying, and that they were in need of my medical talents. Knowing that he would say no more, I left my work to the side and followed him. I ignored what was happening, but it must have been important, as I had to sprint to the situation.
When we arrived in the main hall, Leader signaled me to approach him. I hesitated for a second, asking myself what was happening. Tobi pushed me and I was forced to oblige Leader's order. The first thing that I noticed was that Kisame and Zetsu had returned. It was strange since they'd only just left that morning. Finally I understood their source of agitation. Deidara and Itachi were stretched out on the ground, Zetsu at their side. I noticed that they weren't wearing their Akatsuki clothes, but a kimono. I was on the point of asking myself why they were injured, but then I remembered my duty. They were injured. I headed to Deidara and kneeled down beside him. My stare paused on his face and his long blonde hair. It seemed as though he hadn't aged at all, and in my humble opinion, he seemed even more feminine than 2 years ago. The fact must've had a link to the way his hair was done elaborately or with his clothing. But the way he looked was unimportant. I placed my hand on his forehead and transferred a little bit of my chakra to wake him up. He came to lightly and then mumbled something. I took his wrist gently to measure his pulse. It was weak and I came to the conclusion that they were under the effects of a genjutsu. If it was the case, they'd wake up soon. I repeated the same thing I'd done to Deidara to Itachi and came to the same conclusion. All of this brought to me a whirlpool of confusion and questions – And the answer would come only from the two young ninja. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Kisame explained that they'd found the two men, unconscious, a few kilometers from the Akatsuki hideout. At first he'd thought it was a trap. They'd then checked to make sure there were no traps set up around the parameter. There were none. They had then approached and it had most certainly been Deidara and Itachi. He and Zetsu had then brought them back to the Akatsuki hideout.
I was perplexed after hearing this story. I wasn't questioning Kisame's story, but I questioned myself on the circumstances that could have driven Deidara and Itachi to the state they were in now and to be in that specific area. And why were they wearing kimonos? Seeing them dressed this way, we could have confused them for two young girls. It was troubling. All of this must certainly have had a link with the infiltration mission at the prostitution center. A though formed in my head that forced me to push it back in vain. What if they had ended up being the victims? Had they had no choice but to be victims if they didn't want to lose their cover? That would thus explain the long period of time with no news of their progress.
I shook my head. It was impossible. In spite of their appearances, Deidara and Itachi were very good ninjas. They could not have been forced to do this. Then why…? No reason came to me. I was thus condemned to await their awakening to know some more.
Deidara stirred again fifty minutes later. Meanwhile, I had moved him to my room and laid him on my bed. I had benefited from the time he had been asleep to examine him and check for any extra wounds I'd missed. Fortunately, he had only some bruises and a few scratches. All his bones seemed in place. I was certain that my assessment would remain about in there when I pushed back the hair which fell in front of his left eye. I discovered with horror that he'd had his left eye taken out. When his eyelid was lowered, it was almost impossible to notice. Unfortunately, I'd seen other situations like this and I had easily realized the damage there. Ironically, the wound was clean and not infected. It seemed to have been made approximately one year ago. I did not even dare to imagine the pain that he must've gone through. By respect, I place his blonde strands so that they recovered the half of his face. It was at this moment that I saw him twitch his fingers slightly. I moved back a step, knowing not knowing how he would react in my presence. All remained calm during one moment, then his valid eye opened. Without knowing why, I retained my breath. I looked at each of his movements which turned from the attention to see where he was to a state of shock.
Deidara's right hand paused on his forehead then lightly pushed back wicks of hair slightly. He scanned the ceiling, probably wondering where he was. He sat down, then his glance fell on me. Ten seconds passed as we stared at each other. I didn't know what to do nor say. "Sasori-danna…?"
First chapter done ! Thank you very much for reading !