"DEIDARA-SEMPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI" SLAM. Deidara shut the door right in Tobis head. He hated being in the Akatsuki, he was never truly free to do what he wanted! But Tobi was the one thing he hated the very most! Before Tobi things had been … okay. Sasori had been there and they would have long interesting conversations, often fights, about true art and there had been no one around who seemed to make it their life mission to annoy the crap outta him 24/7..
Once it seemed like Tobi was gone, Deidara went out to the kitchen. The only other person in there was Kisame, that Uchiha-bastards partner. Ok, Deidara had to admit that there was one thing that annoyed him far more than Tobi – Uchiha Itachi! He almost hadn't thought the thought before said Uchiha entered the kitchen. And with the Uchihas appearance in the kitchen unbidden thoughts appeared in Deidaras mind – about when he had joined the Akatsuki. All thanks to that bastard. Deidara still remembered it like it was yesterday! How easily his art had been beaten! How he had been humiliated. One day! One day he would take his revenge! One day he would kill Itachi! But that part wasn't what he remembered or thought about the most, no. It was that moment then Itachi had been standing there, looking down upon him. His eyes glowing a deadly red. The, almost godly, light behind him, caressing his frame, making him seem like some kind of fallen Angel. Every movement he made, every breath he took, could never be redone, but yet somehow he was still there, continued to be. That had been true art. No! That was nonsense!
Deidara looked over at the Uchiha, standing there, making himself dinner. His movements ever so graceful.
Deidara would never admit this to anyone – not even himself! But the reason he always tried so hard to find a way to kill the other, was simply because he wanted him to acknowledge him.
Actually the one thing Deidara wanted the most was for Itachi to acknowledge his art! To compliment it! To look at him and truly see him! At least to simply look his way!
"Could you please stop starring at my butt, Deidara-san." An emotionless yet cold voice said politely. Kisames laughter filled his ears as red colored his checks. "I did not stare at your ass!"
Tch. Deidara would never hate anyone more than he hated Itachi!
