Akatsuki Kittens (Deidara Love Story)

Introduction

Chapter 1

Confusion, depression, lust, and strong dislike. These were the emotions and feelings that rang through me on a daily basis, however they weren't my feelings. Since I'm a senior in high school, these are the emotions and feelings that a lot of other people around me feel, which causes me to feel them.

Why you ask?

When I was 6, I knew that something was wrong with me, and it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but other people thought it was. And what was wrong with me, was the fact that I had, and still have, a telepathic ability that allows me to feel other people's emotions. I never asked for this gift, especially since I can't control it. It seems to just flicker on and off at random times, and I hated it because I could feel the fear and the hatred that people felt towards me specifically.

My name is Haleigh, and I have a cursed gift.

I was currently sitting in my last class of the day, British literature, but it also happened to be the class that I loathed the most, and the same for many other people. I would know because I can feel the boredom dripping off of the other students, my classmates. I listened, half way, to the teacher ramble on about the epic tale of Beowulf, or whatever the fuck it was called, as I mindlessly doodled on the paper the teacher had given us to take notes on. My hand unconsciously began making the curled shape of a cloud. As I was drawing the cloud, a strange feeling hit me in my gut. It wasn't really a bad feeling, just odd, like something was going to happen. I ignored the feeling as I continued to doodle on the paper.

"I need Haleigh to the counselors office please." The voice from the intercom in our classroom suddenly rang out. When I stood up from my seat, the whispers began.

"I heard that she tried to kill someone with her freaky mind powers." One girls says as she leans over to her rather large group of friends, something that I never got the joy of having.

"Well I heard that she went on a psychotic break and that's why she needs counseling." A boy from that same friend group claims. I try my best to ignore them as I leave the classroom and head straight up the hall to the counseling department.

I waste no time waiting for someone to tell me where to go, I'd been there several times before. I head back to the second door and knock lightly before hearing a muffled 'come in'. When I finally open the door, the white haired man smiles lightly at me as I walk in and take a seat in the uncomfortable chair in front of his large desk.

"How are you doing today Haleigh?" He asks as he pulls up a document on his computer, not bothering to look at me. I sigh heavily and kick my feet up onto the chair beside me.

"The exact same as the last visit. Why am I here this time? Death threats, rumors, or my mental health?" I ask him as I lean back in the chair more. His eyes widen at me and he began clicking away on his computer.

"I actually called you in here to see how things are going. You know, grades, home life, social life." He said while clasping his hands together and attempting to put a smile on his face. I could feel the nervousness residing in the man. I grit my teeth slightly and let my feet fall back to the floor.

"I have all A's, I have no family, and I have no friends. Can I leave now?" I ask him monotonously. His eyes widen again, but a look of sympathy crosses his features. I absolutely hate sympathy. I grit my teeth to keep myself from snapping at the man before he reluctantly nods and writes me a pass back to class. He says nothing as I get up from my chair, grab my backpack, and leave the office. He and I both knew that I wasn't going back to class.

I balled the pass up in my hand and tossed it into the trash bin that was just outside of the exit to the school, and walked through the student parking lot all the way to the end, where no one else parked. I hopped in my black Kia, big enough to seat at least eight people, legally, plugged my phone into the aux cord, and drove the back way to my house, if you could even call it that.

My house was a family owned factory, and a very large one at that, with four floors and about fifty or so acres of land, all secluded, and all to myself. It had everything a regular house had, but in the underground portion was the factory. I never went down there, but the other three floors were just like any other household with a living room, kitchen, bathrooms, bedrooms, and an attic.

The road I was currently driving on was completely deserted, as it usually was, nothing in sight for miles, except for the land, that is until a bright pop of color suddenly flashed on the right side of the road. I snapped my head around quickly, looking back to see what it was, but I only found a medium sized box on the side of the road. Out of curiosity, I looked around for any sign of other cars before making a u-turn in the middle of the road and driving back to where the box was located.

When I had finally reached the box, I pulled to the side of the road, and exited my car, closing the door behind me. I walked up to the box slowly, and what I seen pissed me off to no end. Ten little pairs of eyes stared back at me. I looked at them all with a frown on my face, wanting to go find the previous owner of them and kill them personally. Each one of the kittens were odd, and completely different from one another, but unique and beautiful nonetheless.

I had always been drawn to things that weren't seen as stereotypically 'normal', which explains my bright blue hair, and my rather dark, dreary attire. My taste in music was what people called 'satanic', and I often was asked how I could stand listening to it, but honestly, the screams of the singers calm my nerves.

Anyway, back to the kittens. Each of them looked like the owner had dyed them odd colors, which I didn't mind as long as the dye was animal friendly, except for a yellow one, an all black one, a silver one, and an orange one. One of them was bright purple, one a light brown with what looked like stripes, one was black with bright orange whiskers surrounding its face, one an unnaturally bright red, one a pale blue, and one that was half black and half white with what looked like a touch of green around its neck. To say I loved them already was an understatement.

"Who in the bright blue fuck would leave ten cute little kitties out here all by them fucking selves with no food, no water, and to fend for themselves. And right by the fucking road! You little loves are coming home with me. I'll feed you, then we'll go to the vet to make sure you're all okay. How's that sound?"