Deidara knelt on one knee amid the rubble. His left arm was gone, his muscles had withered, and bloody foam bubbled with every breath.
He had no idea who the man before him was, but the word "wheelchair" sounded like a lifeline to a drowning man.
"...Thanks. So where's the wheelchair?"
Miki Yūya stopped in his tracks.
He looked down at Deidara, his confusion turning to disgust, as though he were looking at a stray cat that had wandered into his kitchen.
"Who the hell are you?"
Deidara:
"...Huh?"
"When I mentioned the wheelchair, I was talking to that guy over there."
Miki Yūya lifted his chin, pointing past Deidara's head.
"What are you butting in for?"
The gratitude froze on Deidara's face. Wait, wasn't this guy here to save me? Sure, I don't know him, but he's obviously here to save me!
Besides, unless I saw wrong, he flew over here just now. Isn't that the old man's ninjutsu?
"You-"
"Are you brain-dead?"
Miki Yūya launched straight into a tirade.
"Do I know you? You jump straight to 'thanks'-what the fuck are you thanking me for?"
He looked Deidara up and down, his gaze lingering on that long blond hair as his mouth twitched.
"Where'd this blond punk come from? Get lost.
"You even dyed it blond and covered your eye-if you don't need your eyes, donate them.
"Why do all these scene kids like covering their eyes? Can't face people, or can't stand daylight?"
[Ding! Conqueror's Haki +9]
Deidara trembled with rage at the insults, clenching his remaining right hand until his knuckles cracked. But he had a good temper; despite being cursed out for no reason, he barely generated any feedback.
"You-you're here to save me, aren't you? Quit pretending!"
He gritted his teeth.
"I,