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WARNING: Very, VERY long....
Blow Me Away
Chapter 13: The Truth
You watched as Deidara worked tiredly on his clay bird.
The moon was the only light for him to work by, and even with the pale glow lighting the darkened earth, he continued to lose concentration and his art would come out as a mushed mess. Sasori was seated beside you, clad in his usual hunched form, and also watched as his partner struggled.
You felt guilty for causing him to worry so much and for forcing the two of them to have to travel by night when they needed sleep. Deidara had muttered that it couldn’t be helped and Sasori had just shrugged, but you could see the exhaustion in their eyes.
Why was everything always your fault?
“You know, he really does care about you.” Sasori’s throaty voice reached your ears, quiet and undertone so Deidara –who was busy swearing like a sailor – couldn’t hear.
You drew in a breath, both relieved and bothered by this statement.
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Turning you head you looked into your bedroom mirror you had snow white skin,black hair,yellow eyes with purple marks.
To make it worst you had a snake shaped birth mark,along with a tatto you had since you were little.
Your mother said it was identical to your fathers summoning tattoo and that you had a blood contract with the snakes,thanks to your father.Sometimes you feared your friends would see through you light chakra transformation.When transformed you had (hair length)(hair color) and (eye color),it was easier to live a lie then to tell the truth.
You would be hated being t
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-Let's get back to what's currently happening now, shall we?-
The noise made your heart beat faster. You had to find an escape. Either that or die. Running as fast as your legs would let you, you wondered his massive hive. You came to a dead end at the end of a long hall. Dammit! Now you were really panicking.
"HEY (__), you don't have to mother fucking run from me. I AM YOUR MOTHERFUCKING FRIEND, (__)!"
Oh shit. You slowly turn around to see a faint outline of a tall troll standing at the end of the hallway. Gamzee slowly made his way towards you. You backed up to
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