bTitle:/b Art is…girl?!
bPair:/b ItaOc (ItaYuki)
bCommission (for):/b N/A
bTheme:/b N/A
bGenre:/b Romance
bRating:/b PG
bWarning:/b N/A
bChapters:/b 1-?
bStatus:/b N/A
bDate started:/b 01-20-14
bDate Finished:/b 02-01-14
bSummary:/b
bOld summary: /bItachi Uchiha is dangerous he is tall dark and handsome but most of all mysterious. He is hiding so much and Yuki Hunnutsuka is curious to find about him before her clan begins the trade of drugs. She also wants to stay quite about herself so "he" wouldn't find her. While Itachi finds it weird that people are being murdered like a fairytale/nurse rhyme. ItaxOC

bNew Summary:/b Yuki is going to be playing a dangerous game is she up for the challenge? Or will she fall prey to Itachi's good looks.

bChapter 1 summary old:/b First Meeting and Other Problems: Yuki Hunnutsuka is bored, she is forced to go to an opening of a new art museum, and there she meets Deidara. Has she just made the mistake that could hurt her? ~An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.~ Henry Miller

bChapter 1 New summary:/b Yuki seemed to have met some colorful friends with interesting view of art. ~An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.~ Henry Miller
World: AU

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bDisclaimer on Art and OC's:/b
bDisclaimer:/b I don't own Naruto copyrighted :Iconmasashikishimoto:

bExtra:/b
So yeah an old story I had ideas and I had no idea where I was going with it and while reading it I wanted to edit this story. I mean it had potential maybe and there a few cute scenes with Yuki and Itachi as the story goes on that I really love. I mean Yuki's personality does change a lot from the beginning and I could say she was suiesh I mean the qualities are there. She no longer has the respect from Sasori I first gave her. Heck I don't think Sasori likes her. Yeah Deidara likes her but within reason, you know she is going to end up with Itachi and I am going to try to aim for a story where it seems real I will just have to know how, give me time.
As for this part in chapter one I have to say I like better the conversation on the art piece isn't all around and confusing and well more real no offence to my younger self but the topic is all over the place for Art. I thought I was so clever back then and reading it I have no idea where I was going what is Yuki's view of art anyway I wanted her clever and liked by all.
Brief History of this story, I started this story in 09 I remember sitting in class and writing it. Funny thing about this story though when it came in mind and from the first sentence it was supposed to be ItaDei and yeah Deidara asked Itachi to model for him and you know what happens but it changed. I wanted Yuki in and started imagining if Itachi came and asked Yuki if she would model nude for him. Pop quiz for those who don't know when I first created Yuki, she was supposed to be confident about the human body. She found it beautiful and artist and well that obviously didn't end well the more I wrote with in other stories or rped with her Yuki came out a lot more shy. Personally I think the shy persona fits her more but as we all know characters change. What more could I say about this story?

~What is art?~

Deidara stared at what people called art, he held back a chuckle. It was the same (well in his opinion) they had all the same bland taste in style showing the beauty of nature, or the hardship of an African child heck there were even a few pictures of nude models. Nothing that really spoke to the audience showed the audience how explosive art could be.

It was just the same drawn out colors of black, white, gray and sometimes red all what Deidara expected from the Uchiha. The guy probably filled the museum with pictures from his own private collection of "junk" and called it art. The guy wouldn't know what real art was even if it hit strait across the face.

He strode to the corner of the museum, a lone corner where people hardly even ventured to. It wasn't like the artwork was bad, that was hardly the case. No if Deidara had any say this was only place where any really talent was. This art wasn't ugly or anything just hard to find this little place hidden behind a large wall and just bit of a walk. Which was why he was shocked to see a young woman standing and staring at his piece of art.

He stood there staring at the young female, she was pretty from what he could tell average height with plump red lips that were formed into a small smile as she looked at his piece. She had finger under lips a thoughtful look on her features like she was really enjoying the piece she was staring at. He felt honored this was one of his best piece with such thought. What was she thinking?

"Nice piece," he bragged, as he crossed his arms over his chest and titled his head a bit as he stared at the colorful collage. It was wonderful piece of black and red fish wearing colorful mask of seven deadly sins. It was piece he wanted to show to the people how the Akatsuki are corrupted group, but no one seemed to notice because of the mask the Akatsuki wore.

"oh," she was shocked and surprised to see handsome man standing next to her. He cheeks dusted with a slight pink, "I-I," she cleared her throat a bit before smiling, "It is defiantly interesting piece," she spoke softly, "It has personality," she made eye contact with him, "curious as to what the artist is saying,"

Deidara noticed something her eyes were the same color of the Uchiha onyx colored eyes, still her eyes looked a lot kinder then what Itachi's eyes ever could be, "Why don't you as him," he stood up straighter and winked at her.

She gave a slight giggle, "I am guessing you are the artist," she turned her full attention to him. Her body now facing him, "What do I owe this honor?" she questioned, eye eyelashes moving up and down and a flirting matter.

"You are looking at real art," he said, "not those pathetic pieces the Uchiha put here," he scoffed at Uchiha's name as he glanced at the art pieces that compared to his master piece.

She giggled again, "Well there is something explosive about this piece kind of reminds me of Taro Okamoto,"

Deidara grinned at being compared to his idol and her seeing the expulsive part in his work. He was starting to like her she seemed charming, quiet and a listener as the chatted about how Deidara saw, art as an explosion.

"Your view on art is very barbaric," a voice said interrupting their conversation.

Deidara glared at the owner of the voice pissed Sasori of the red sand could come and interrupt his conversation like this.

A handsome young looking red head strode over to them. He looked clean cut while wearing a brown pin stripped suit that matched the dullness of his eyes. He didn't seem to notice the girl as he strode up to the blond and scoffed, "if you know anything on art you would know art is to be eternal persevering the beauty," he had his shoved deep into his pockets as he glanced down before looking up.

Deidara could only guess it was that piece of wood Sasori always carried around, "Master Sasori I explained to you so many times as a fellow artist, art is an explosion," he grinned.

The two began arguing over what art was, before Sasori finally looked at the girl with an annoyed expression. He wasn't sure who she was but he didn't like having a stranger listening on his fight while he arguing with the idiotic blond.

Deidara seemed to have noticed Sasori's glare and moved slight bit so the red head was staring back at him. "What is your view on art…" he didn't know her name, he realized. He had given her his name while he was bragging about his art he didn't ask for hers. Still her opinion could prove Sasori wrong.

The girl looked surprised and a bit spooked by Sasori's glare as she stepped back a bit though she still held her head high not to show that she was scared, "Me?" she pointed to herself, shocked Deidara had decided to add her in to conversation. She has been watching her eyes going back and forth from male to male listening in to the conversation.

Deidara nodded, "Hunnutsuka Yuki," she told him her and went into thought, "I never got asked that question before," she stated as she stared at both males. She put a finger closer to her lip and moved her gaze to the glass ceiling.

There the night sky not a cloud in the sky just the full moon, another starless night in the big city. Yuki's seemed to stare up at it trying to figure her view on art. Nibbling on plump red lips she stared back at the boys and smiled slightly.

"I think art is art," she finally said plainly.

Both of the males stared at her like she was an idiot. She frowned and put her hands on her hip giving a pout. She wasn't enjoying the look they were giving her. They asked for her opinion and she provided them with one. Weren't they satisfied?

She shook her head the pout gone from her face, "well not…." She got interrupted by Deidara.

"Art is an Explosion," he said winking at her. Maybe later he could take her to his own private studio.

"Deidara please," she said a little huffy. She sighed took a deep breath before continuing, "It is cruel to limit art to one point of view as there are many forms of art many view and viewers for art," she paused again and held her hand close to her heart, "There is the everlasting art," she looked at Sasori, "and there is explosive art," she giggled a bit when she made eye contact with Deidara's blue eyes, "and there is art in between. I always imagined art and how we viewed it as windows to our souls. So art is art," she said simply again.

Both men stared at Yuki not sure what to say she saw such a simple view of art. She was wrong of course and both men were going to point that out but for now the silence filled the area around them. The sound of chatty people in the background could be heard after all this was the grand opening of the Akatsuki museum and only best of the best were allowed accesses in such an opening event.

"um…" Yuki finally spoke she continued biting her thumbnail only to remove, "would one of you like to show me around.

Sasori woke up from his daze like trance and turned around heading back to the part as one of the Akatsuki's member he had to entertain his guest.

"Let me show you around," Deidara said winking at her, his arms locked with hers. She may be wrong on art but she was the only one willing enough to listen to what he had to say.

She was shocked at first by the sudden gesture before smiling kindly and nodded, "I would love that," she said adjusting her arms in his as they went to go explore the museum.