GaaraxDeidara yaoi von abgemeldet ================================================================================ Kapitel 7: He Is Burning ------------------------ The cold, mercyless wind kept blowing over the land, taking icy showers of fine rain with it. If someone would´ve tried to look from one side of Suna-gakure to the other sode, he would´ve seen less than one quarter of it. The village´s houses were drowning in foggy rainfalls. Not even a homeless soul was outside. The village looked heartlessly empty. But in the twilight of the tempest, two lights were gliming, coming from the Kazekage´s office. Gaara and Deidara were sitting on the only table in the room, drinking green tea. And the atmosphere got stuck between frozen and neutral. Nothing to wonder about, after what had happened between both of them. Gaara was staring at Dei´s hands, wrapped around his cup, while Dei was looking out of the window, his eye had a bothered twinkle in it. After some time had passed, the redhead sighed and looked at Dei´s eye directly, so the other one was forced to resume his look. „I... can´t say that I´m still angry . Things are going to to happen, we have no control over and those things happen because of what already had happened. We´ve all done mistakes and I´m okay with one apologize from your side, if you accept mine.“ He said clearly, waiting for a response. „Why are you that calm again, un? Two days before, you were about to kill Akari-san and me, right, un?“ Dei raised one eyebrow. „And why do you apologize for something that´s not your fault?“ Deidara touched Gaara´s left hand gently. „I´ve had a... conversation with Akari. He told me a lot. I regret being such a monster. The real beast is not Shukaku. He´s just... a pet. And I apologize for hurting you, making you suffer and nearly killing you. Is that a good reason?“ he smiled slighty, his hand in Dei´s felt warm and the feeling of being safe came back to Gaara. „Yeah. You´re right. And I apologize for hurting you, too, making you suffer, lying to you, cheating on you and causing pain, un.“ He was about to stand up and walk around the table to sit down on Gaara´s lap, but a sudden wave of burning, murdering pain shot through his mind and made him fall on his hands and knees, moaning and seeing stars. „A-Akari-san...“ he hissed nearly unconscious. The he felt Gaara´s arms around him and his voice in his ear, telling him that everything will be okay. „N-no... Akari-san...he is... dead, un?“ It wasn´t a question. It was his mind, not accepting the fact of Akari being dead. „He is burning..“ Deidara mumbled, then slowly his voice turned louder and louder. „He is burning, he is burning. He. Is. Burning. HE IS BURNING!“ He screamed, over the voice in his ear, wich was telling him to calm down. „Shhh...“ Gaara whispered, wrapping his arms tighter around his lover. It took Deidara ages to calm down a little, so he ended up sobbing against Gaara´s chest. „Why did he had to die?“ he mumbled through his sobs and looked at the redhead, his eyes begging for an answer. All by a sudden his eyes cleared he frowned. „We have to find him, see if he´s really dead and if so, we have to bury him. Please... let us go and search for him. It won´t be too difficult, but you must trust me. I can find him with my vampire abilities. Please.“ He begged, clinging on to Gaara. „Sure, but... it´s cold, wet and stormy outside. We need other clothes than these.“ He pointed at Deidara´s net shirt. Dei nodded. He hated being sick, so he agreed, even if it took some time to get matching clothes. He grinned at Gaara. „Looks nice, un.“ Meaning the sand-coloured cloak, gloves trousers and shirt. Gaara smiled and nodded. „than you. You don´t look bad, either.“ The smile turned into a grin and he gave Dei a slight kiss on his cheek. „Let´s go.“ Meanwhile they were running through the desert, Gaara had to follow Deidara´s nose, because he was able to smell Akari´s scent. „Hey Deidara, would you please tell me what Akari smells like?“ the redhead asked after hours of running. „uhm... that´s a good question, un.“ He paused to think. „He smells like the forest on a sunny summer morning, like the little white Simbelmyne, growing on the grass nearby a clear, cool river. He smells like... pure, perfect nature.“ Deidara smiled at him but Gaara frowned. „it´s not like I like his smell more than yours, Gaara-chan, but both af you are as different as day and night and so are your smells, un.“ Gaara thought about what Deidara said about Akarißs scent and noticed a faint, matching smell. „I can smell him, too. But not that strong.“ He grinned proudly. „Good! Hey don´t you want to know what you smell like to me, un?“ Deidara sked smiling. „Tell me.“ Was the answer. „Like the sweet smell of honey, a touch of roses, a fingertip of fine, cool sand and a thousand thunderstorms over a blooming, green forest, un!“ Dei whispered blushing. But he wasn´t the only one blushing. „Uhm... thank you.“ Gaara mumbled a little bit insecure under his blush. The worst thing about the curret situation was that Gaara´s mind turned pervy, when he took a closer look at the wet Deidara, who looked really hot in the pouring rain. „What´s up, un?“ Dei asked him, noticing his look. „Hu? N-nothing.“ Deidara laughed. „You´re cute, when you blush. Looks like a cherry, un.“ Gaara remembered something. „Hmm... I like cherries... and I remember that you like them, too. Even for breakfast, remember?“ Deidara looked at him, confused. Then he made a surprised sound and blushed even harder. „He... yeah, I remember...un.“ „Nice colour.“ Gaara sniffled and blinked. „I can smell him a bit better now.“He´s north east from here. Did you notice the change of his scent?“ he looked in the direction where he could smell the shapeshifter. „Yeah.. it smells like... a burned tree and leaves, un.“ Panic entered his eye, automatically they started running faster than before. „it´s getting warmer“ Gaara said, when they were close to a mountain. Deidara only nodded. Both of them knew that this wasn´t normal heat. „There´s a fire burning.“ Deidara mumbled weakly. His face turned deathly pale. When they came around a curve, black smoke stole their sight and made them cough and breathe heavily. „Do you see that?“ Gaara asked, still coughing and pointed at the light on one side of the mountain. The smike was coming from over there. „Be careful, the tempest made the stones slippy.“ He said to Dei. The blonde nodded and they both made the way up to the flames. „How do we get inside there?“ Deidara asked. Gaara raised his hands and formed a bowl. Sand flew up and formed the same bowl, only much bigger. Gaara catched rain in it and put the flames out. Deidara let out a loud scream ,when he could see the place, where the flames had been before. He pointed at something. Gaara focused on the shown spot... and gasped. Out of the still smoking rest of burned wood, a humand hand reached out. Well, it looked like it was reaching out, but the skin was black, the hand looked like there was no flesh left, only skin and bones. „I-is that... Akari-san, un?“ Deidara asked slowly. - At the accordingly temperature, everything burns. Wood. Clothes. Humans. At 250 degrees, flesh gets on fire. The skin turns black and bursts. The subcutaneous grease film starts to melt like butter in a hot pan. Shortly after, the whole body burns. Coming from the arms and legs, the fire spreads over the whole torso. The sinews and muscle fibres tighten, so it looks like the burning limbs are moving, just like there´s still life in them. At least, the inner vitals will be destroyed. Shrouded in wetness, they are still remained, even if the whole body is already destroyed. But the bones are something different. They maintain to the strongest, hottest fire. They stay in their usual form, even if they are as black as coal. But they are only a fragile shade of themselves, that gets blown away easily. In the end, the last bastion of life is only ashes. - Deidara jumped over to the spot and started to pull the still smoking pieces and sheets of wood and stones away from the hand. Never mind that the stones and wood were still hot, he grabbed them with his bare hands and threw them away. The only thing he didn´t touched was the human body, he was about to find under the debris. Shortly after he began, Gaara joined him but because of his sand armor that was always protecting his body from damage, he couldn´t get burned or hurt anyways by the debris. It took them quiet a long time to set the place around the corpse free and when they looked up from the debris they put aside, Deidara let out a moan and nearly fainted. The way the body lay there, it loked like an embryo. A black embryo with one hand reaching out for help. The penetrating stench of burned skin was still drenching through everything. But the worst thing about the whole scenery was the face of the corpse. The jaw-bones were bigger, broader than a woman´s jaw-bones. Because of the loss of fat around the skull, the head isn´t burning that good, so if the corpse is found still burning and the fire is out shortly after, someone might still recognize some parts of the face. Of course did the hair burned down quickly, the eyeballs did either explode, crumble together and burned down or the skin popped open and the liquid inside it oozed out. But bones do save their own story. Gaara took a closer look at the left eye. Deidara was standing in the background, sobbing and shaking. At the cheekbone and left part of the forehead, there was a scratch. Like the scar, Akari wore, when Gaara saw him. He sighed and stood up, turned around and faced the blonde. „Deidara... I´m... I´m sorry... It... seems to be Akari-san...“ he started, but Deidara screamed in pain and fell into Gaara´s arms, crying and screaming, drumming on Gaara´s chest with his fists. Both of them went on their knees and Gaara, trying to hide his emotions tried to calm Deidara down a bit, hugging him tightly, letting him hurt him with his drumming. But it didn´t work. He suddenly had a flashback of the conversation they both had. He couldn´t help but feel how his head got hot and the first tears blinded his eyes and started to run down his cheeks. He couldn´t help but... miss Akari. Miss him alot. And seeing his precious blonde cry, suffer that much made him even more sad. They both felt how Akari got ripped out of their lifes, but the memory was still left in their both hearts and made it even worse. -The End- Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)