Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ World Collision ❯ Silence ( Chapter 7 )

Hello everyone! Here's a new chapter, I hope you'll enjoy! I waited for a while to try to get my friend's input on this chapter, but she was so busy today and when I called her she was just walking out the door so I decided to just go ahead with my idea. This chapter actually made me rather calm from all the quiet descriptions, heheh. ^^,

 

~Liliedove

 

 

 

 

The dispute from the day before still rang clear in Deidara's mind. He had never expected her to react that way she had, with that hot temper and blabbering mouth of hers. Just what made her decide to follow him by her own free will? Glancing over to the girl who slept in the gassy earth, he sighed as he closed his eyes and rested his head back on the tree he was leaning up against.

 

What would he do now that he had a slave to take care of? It had been a hasty decision for him to buy the girl, so he hadn't thought about what he would do with her tagging along everywhere they went. He still had to capture the one-tailed beast in Suna, and she'd just get in the way of it all! Besides that, how would she adjust to the life style he put her into? Traveling constantly, having quick meals, and not having a very social life? Food itself was a big deal. Now he had to make sure there was enough food for not only himself and Sasori, but for the girl as well! Then the fact that he was a part of a dangerous organization that told him what to do all the time didn't help him with this case either.

 

Looking up at the twinkling starts; he let a small smirk appear on his face. They shone down on him as if reminding him that not everything changes. It was hard to believe that now, with all that had happened to him in the past few years. First being recruited into the Akatsuki by force up to this point; nothing seemed to stay the same except for the stars in the dark night sky.

 

“Strange, isn't it? How some things are the same, where ever you go?”

 

The blond was startled as he quickly looked over to the girl who lay on her stomach as she stared down at the grass beneath her face. Relaxing his shoulders, he sighed without giving her a reply as he stared at the young woman. Her eyes were barely open as she softly spoke. She contained a look on her face that was between happiness and sorrow, confusing him the more.

 

“…I thought that I'd never hear or see anything like home again. But this, the starlit sky and the sound of the crickets, is so comforting now…I found the sound to be very pleasant when I was younger, when my family could afford to escape from our city's foul pollution by visiting my grandparents who lived out in the country. I remember lying out on the grass like this back then with my grandpa, who'd always point out different constellations of stars he saw in the sky. He'd tell me of all the legends behind the figures in the skies while I twitted my thumbs and picked at the cool grass with my toes that stuck up between them. I loved how peaceful it was there, compared to the noisy place we lived in… When we use to go every spring break… But that was a long time ago…”

 

Silence then fell across the two as the songs of the forest continued to play softly around them. Closing her eyes, Jessica laid her head against her outstretched arm as a gentle wind blew at her face. As Deidara slowly looked from his new slave, to his partner who seemingly slept soundly a few meters behind her, he found everything to be refreshingly peaceful. Breathing in the cool air, he slowly exhaled throughout his mouth as he closed his eyes once again. “Some things never change, no matter where you go. Whether you want it or not, it always follows you throughout your whole life.”

 

“Is that so? Whenever I go somewhere new, I don't tend to find very familiar things about me… Anything to help me feel as if I had a better idea of how to work things,” she murmured as she twirled a single piece of grass between her fingers. “I wonder how worried my parents are right now. How anxious they are to find me? They've probably thought that I either ran away or that I've been abducted by someone… I really hope that they don't believe that I'd just run out on them now in a time of crisis in our family… I…”

 

“Would you be quiet you brat?” Grunted Sasori as Jessica's body jumped a little. Settling in the grass with her arms crossed, she rested her chin upon her arms as she sank into the cold grass. As her short hair blew against her neck, she sighed as she tried to give herself over to sleep.

 

“Oh Lord, please protect my family… Please don't let my little brother leave Mom and Dad just after losing their daughter. Please help them to have faith in you, and to not go astray just because they've gotten to a very ruff portion of their lives. Please let them know that I'm alright. Give them comfort and guidance Lord… Please…” She prayed as she closed her exhausted eyes to rest.

 

“Your parents huh?” he murmured as he looked into the deep night sky. “I'll never understand how some people can be so worried about their parents. I didn't… But I guess that's just because I'm different. What about your parents, Sasori-san?”

 

“That's none of your concern.” The man replied as silence fell over them once again. Restless, Deidara stood to his feet as he turned towards the tree he had leaned against. If the slave was asleep, and Sasori was being an old grouch as he usually was, he'd find no company here. Sighing, he launched himself into an upper tree branch before climbing higher. At least if he were up there, he could talk to himself as much as he wanted to without anyone speaking against it. Then sitting down on a sturdy branch, he looked down at the hands that had formed his life. In each hand, he had an extra mouth; in this his art work was formed. He was proud of his works of art, the things that had dragged him into business with the Akatsuki. He couldn't understand why people looked at him strangely just because he was a bit different then them. He didn't really mind it though; who cares if they thought he looked odd? With these hands he created what he deemed worthy to be art! He couldn't stand how Sasori thought that his art was better than his, though in the end he respected him as a fellow artist. But no matter what, he could not see how his clay bombs weren't as good as the human puppets in Sasori's mind. How could a human puppet be appreciated when it's always there? Clay bombs on the other hand, were much more precious since they are made and destroyed so quickly.

 

Sighing, the blond then looked back down at the two who lay on the ground beneath him. He himself should be sleeping for the journey ahead, but there just seemed to be no desire to sleep within him. Silently taking out his hat from under his cloak, he placed it on his head. If he had been wearing it before hand, like Sasori, they probably wouldn't have had to leave the village so soon. That was the purpose of the Akatsuki hats, wasn't it? The long, white strips that hung from the hat's brim disguised anyone who wore it well. Tipping the brim of the hat forwards, he closed his eyes as the sounds of the forest lullaby him to sleep.