(SasoDei) Not strong enough - part 2Not strong enough
Deidara is woken up by his cell phone vibrating in his back pocket. Lazily he rolls over and finds his face buried in the familiar sheets of his bed. He fell asleep? What’s going on? What time is it?
He hasn't even changed out of his school outfit yet. He has the same pair of jeans and a plain black T-shirt on. There used to be a time he amused himself with dressing himself up for school, but the interest faded when Itachi came around. Deidara vaguely wonders why… Was that his subconscious trying to repel him away?
He pulls out his mobile and switches the screen on. The light momentarily blinds him. The next moment he is frowning while eyeing the digital clock in the upper right corner of the screen. 7AM already? He has slept in? He eyes the new notification announcing a new message and soon realizes that he has a whole dozen of them. Surely there must be a reason for all this… Deidara never leaves texts unanswered, much less does he
Rebel in Hidden High School 2 - Chapter 15Chapter 15
Asleep Pein reached out into empty space as the spot next to him in bed had become unoccupied. The warmth was gone, but that didn’t wake the boy up before he rolled over onto his stomach and discovered that instead of hitting against another body, he was spread out under the sheets naked alone.
His eyes flew open and he propped himself up on his elbows, glancing around in the room. It looked empty.
“Konan?” he called out and sat up. He stood up and glanced down on the floor where their clothes used to lay; now there were only his. Hurriedly he put on his boxers and went to check the bathroom, only to find it empty.
“Konan?!” he shouted, even though it was obvious he was alone in the hotel room. He pulled on his jeans that had dried off during the night and ran out of the room into the hallway. “KONAN?!” he shouted frantically, hands in fists and ready to punch something. “KONAN?! Goddammit where are you?!” He was
(SasoDei) Not strong enough - part 1Not strong enough
The room is dark and quiet, a clock's silent ticking filling the space. In such silence, the
clock's mechanical rhythm sounds much more intimidating than it would in different
conditions; it is not loud, but thumps through your head like gun shots, should you listen
The sound of a boy's shallow breathing is mostly muted by the clicking. Not that there is
anyone to witness it. The room is empty of people, save for the blond boy curled up in
There is a change in the rhythms that fill the silence. The clock is still ticking the same,
but an additional beat has been added to it. They echo from outside the room and gain
volume as they come closer. Footsteps.
The door is opened.
The blond teen bolts up in shock, his forehead covered in sweat and heart accelerating at
an unhealthy pace.
He glances around himself until his eyes come to a stop on the woman with matching
hair colour, standing in the doorway.
The woman is smilin