Hey all! I know I left some questions unanswered in Uchiha's Hell, Yakushi's Heaven, but don't worry, this sequel will answer everything! This chapter will answer 2 questions.

Question1: Who is Shinigami Daisuke?

Question 2: Why is Deidara so clingy to Itachi?

Well…here's the first chapter…hope you like.

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Chapter on: Arrangements

One hot summer day found Uchiha Itachi walking through town. He heard someone call his name and looked to his right, spotting Yakushi Kabuto. He came to a stop as the silver-haired ninja medic walked up to him.

"Hello, Kabuto," Itachi greeted.

"Hello, Itachi," the other replied. Seeing that nobody was paying attention, he pulled Itachi into him, kissing the Uchiha.

Itachi felt his arms being pinned to his sides, but he couldn't loosen Yakushi's hold. He couldn't seem to move either, as he stood mortified by the medic's actions. Suddenly, he heard a shriek that sounded much like Deidara's. Sure enough, the 19-year-old blond came running up.

"Ita-kun!" Deidara gaped as Itachi finally pulled away from a startled Kabuto. "How could you?"

Itachi stared at Deidara. "This isn't what it looks like. He kissed me."

Kabuto nodded in agreement. "Yes, I kissed him. He didn't even kiss back."

Deidara growled. "Stay away from Ita-kun!"

"Why should I?" the medic glared from behind his glasses.

"Ita-kun is mine!" Deidara grabbed the Uchiha's arm, hugging it.

Itachi stared blankly at Deidara. "Is this some sort of confession? Wait! You like me?!"

Deidara nodded, still glaring at Kabuto, daring the medic to come closer. Thankfully, nobody had noticed this heated debate, if that's what you could call it. Itachi tried to gently pull away from Deidara, but nothing could dislodge the blond. He looked around helplessly, searching for Kisame.

"Deidara, where's Kisame?" he asked the blond.

"Oh, he isn't here. I cam e alone today."

"Does he know? Does anyone know?" Itachi looked at Deidara.

"Nope! I wanted to be with Ita-kun alone today. Good thing that wasn't your first kiss." He stuck his tongue out at Kabuto.

Suddenly it dawned on Itachi as he thought back to his first Christmas with the Akatsuki. Deidara had been standing in a doorframe for who knows how long, when Itachi got a bit curious. He had stepped in front of Deidara to ask him what he was doing. Before he could get one word out, the blond had kissed him. Itachi had been taken by surprise and pulled away, touching his lips. He had glared at Deidara.

"What the hell was that for?" he had yelled.

Deidara had said nothing, but just pointed up. At the top of the doorframe, some mistletoe was hanging. "Merry Christmas Itachi-kun!" Deidara had smiled. "Guess I got your first kiss."

A yelp brought Itachi back to the present as he looked toward Kabuto. The medic had pulled Deidara off Itachi's arm and was holding the blond by his ponytail. The teen stared blankly.

"Ow ow ow ow ow," Deidara was holding the medic's forearm, trying to make him let go. "Let go!"

Itachi noticed the tears forming at the corners of the blond's eyes. He stepped forward and grabbed Kabuto's wrist. "Let go of him, Kabuto," his voice was colder than ice.

Kabuto released Deidara who darted out of the medic's reach. He looked at Itachi, placing his free hand on the Uchiha's. When Itachi felt this, he pulled away and glanced at Deidara. "Deidara, we're going back to my apartment and I'm calling Kisame."

The 18-year-old blond whimpered. "Please don't Ita-kun!"

"Why not?" Itachi threw a quick glance at Kabuto who was rubbing his forearm.

"Kisame is no fun, I can't do anything. Ita-kun is lots of fun. Pleeeeeease don't call him. I promise that I'll be good." Deidara gave Itachi a kicked puppy look.

"No, now wait for me to finish here," the Uchiha ordered as he grabbed Kabuto's wrist and pushed up the medic's sleeve. "Well, looks like Deidara bit back. You should have known better."

Sure enough, there were two deeps impressions of teeth in Kabuto's arm. When he was released, he muttered something about getting medicine for it before leaving. He walked off, scowling. How dare that blond, immature, brat try to take away my Itachi! Deidara will pay for this. Itachi is mine and mine alone.

Deidara stuck out his three tongues at Kabuto's back. He suddenly felt Itachi's fist connecting with the top of his skull. "Ow!"

Itachi held up Deidara's fingerless gloves and handed them to him. He watched the blond put them on before grabbing Deidara's arm and half-dragging him back to the apartment. He knocked on the door, knowing that Shinigami Daisuke, his roommate, was home.

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Daisuke opened the door, his red tinted, brown eyes taking in Itachi and Deidara. He moved to the side, allowing the Uchiha to drag in the not-so-happy blond. The vampire-incubus looked around outside before shutting the door. "He came alone?"

Itachi nodded, dialing the phone while Deidara sat on the couch, pouting. The Uchiha stood a moment, tapping his foot impatiently. Moments turned into minutes before Itachi smacked the phone down on the receiver.

"What's wrong?" Daisuke asked, pouring tea into a cup for Deidara.

"Nobody picked up," Itachi growled. "Nobody was at the freakin' hideout."

Deidara sipped his tea, unsure why nobody had been there. "They weren't planning on going anywhere, un."

Itachi sat on the couch and let out a deep sigh. "Looks like you'll be staying with us until I can reach them."

Deidara's face lit up as he set down his tea. He threw his arms around Itachi, snuggling his face into Itachi's shoulder. "Arigatou, Ita-kun!"

Itachi gave Daisuke a pleading look for help. It turned into a glare as the vampire-incubus shrugged and left to the kitchen. Itachi finally got Deidara off him and grabbed a cup of tea. This was not how he wanted things to go. I'll just have deal with it. Kisame is so dead when I see him next.

"Hey, anybody up for lunch?" Daisuke called from the kitchen.

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Kabuto sat on his bed, legs crossed, treating the bite marks on his forearm. He began wrapping a bandage around his arm as Orochimaru walked in, without knocking, as usual. Kabuto looked up, a bit startled. "Lord Orochimaru!"

Orochimaru walked over and grabbed Kabuto's wrist. He unwrapped the wound before inspecting it. "Who did this?"

"Deidara," the medic answered.

"So, the Akatsuki brat is in town? I bet Kisame's with him," Orochimaru glared. He sat on the bed, rewrapping Kabuto's forearm.

"No, Sir," Kabuto answered. "He came alone this time. Uchiha might have sent him back by now."

Orochimaru tied off the bandage and gently lifted Kabuto's chin, causing the medic to look at him. "Kabuto, you have feelings for Itachi, am I correct?"

Kabuto nodded. "But Deidara also-"

"Who cares about Deidara," the snake ninja cut him off. "Leave that brat to me."

Kabuto nodded again, feeling his chin released. He watched as his master left before laying back on his bed. He stared at the ceiling above his head, his face emotionless.

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Itachi opened his eyes to a pitch black room, a strange feeling in his back. Seeing his clock, he growled at the early hour of one in the morning. He rolled onto his other side and nearly gave a shout.

Deidara sleepily rubbed his eye with a gloved hand. "Ita-kun, keep it down."

"Deidara, what are you doing in my bed? I thought I told you to sleep on the couch." Itachi glared.

Deidara looked up at the pissed Uchiha, his camera-eye showing through his bangs. "I got lonely and…," he trailed off.

"And what?" Itachi nearly demanded.

"I had a nightmare. Orochimaru had killed all the members of Akatsuki, un," the blond's voice was barely over a whisper.

Itachi laid back down, giving the blond a deadly look. "One night only, Deidara. Got it? This is for one night only."

Deidara nodded vigorously and cuddled into Itachi's chest, much to Itachi's frustration. He soon fell back to sleep, his rhythmic breaths putting the Uchiha into his own dreams. Unknowingly, Itachi's arm found itself draped over Deidara's waist, pulling him close. The blond didn't stir all night, but it wasn't to be the last night that they shared the bed.

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Itachi awoke on his back, Deidara's head resting on his chest. His arm lay draped around the blond's shoulders. It had been a week since Deidara had come into town, and since the nightmare. Itachi removed his arm quickly, eye twitching at Deidara's arm hugging his own waist. His movements caused the blond to stir.

"Deidara, how many nights does this make?" he ground his teeth irritably.

Deidara smiled sleepily. "Seven rest-filled nights, Ita-kun."

Itachi sat up, wondering why he hadn't held to his warning. Oh yeah, Sasori will kill me if harm is brought to Deidara. Even if it's only a nightmare. "One night, huh?" his voice wasn't as cold this morning.

Deidara sat up as well, removing his arm from Itachi's waist. "yep, one night. That's what you had said, un."

"You've got to start sleeping on the couch. This is getting ridiculous. How old are you again?"

"Eighteen, which is a year older than yourself, un." A small smirk played on Deidara's mouth.

Itachi sighed. "You're acting more like eight. Now. Let's get some breakfast. I'll try calling again."

Deidara nodded and nearly jumped out of the bed. He pulled on a pair of faded jeans and black, hooded tank top. He sat back on the bed, waiting for Itachi to pull on dark blue jeans and white t-shirt. Itachi gave Deidara a look as the artist held up a black hairbrush.

"Please, un?" Deidara asked. He smiled as Itachi gave a growl of defeat. The Uchiha sat on the bed next to Deidara. The blond brushed Itachi's hair and fixed it into a low ponytail.

After Itachi knew the blond was done, he quickly stood and exited the room. He heard Deidara's footsteps after a few moments. Entering the kitchen, the Uchiha shot Daisuke a look, causing the half-breed's smirk to disappear.

"Good morning," Daisuke greeted. "Itachi, I need you to meet up with client for me today. Can you do that for me?"

Itachi sat at the kitchen table, nodding. It was part of his payment for living with the assassin. If Itachi did business with the clients, then Daisuke could have more time to prepare for his trip. "Sure, whatever."

Deidara sat in a second chair, yawning a bit. "Can I come too, un?"

Itachi shook his head then looked at Daisuke. "You better go. You can do that, for once? I understand that no one can see your face, but Sasori will kill me if Deidara gets mixed in, or if I leave him here with you alone."

Daisuke let out a sigh. "Alright, I'll see the client myself. You do know that this means that you go shopping today. Do you understand me?"

Itachi nodded, starting on his breakfast. He put scrambled eggs between two slices of toast, making an interesting breakfast sandwich. He bit into the meal, thinking to himself.

"Dei-chan," he said absent-mindedly. "We better get you some extra clothes while we're out. Just in case I don't reach Akatsuki again."

Deidara dropped his fork which caused Itachi to look up at him. "What did you just call me?"

Itachi looked Deidara straight in the face. His eyes filled with realization at what he had just said. '-chan' is something to be used for a girl, or someone younger, but Deidara was a year older than himself. "Gomen, Deidara."

The blond picked his fork back up and returned to eating. "Dei-san is more preferable, or even Dei-kun."

Itachi's jaw nearly dropped. "Dei-Deidara, I'm not going to-"

"That'll be enough, Ita-kun," the blond interrupted, a small smirk on his face.

Daisuke left the kitchen as the two Akatsuki ninja ate in silence. He entered his room and grabbed a small pack. He pulled a white scarf from his closet, along with his Mist Village headband and an old uniform he hadn't seen for awhile. Wonder if it still fits. Haven't seen it in a year, when I had met Itachi.

Looking in a mirror, Daisuke found that his old uniform still fit. He studied his own reflection, carefully. His tank was navy blue, almost black, with chains running to just above his elbows where they attached to white arm-sleeves that buckled around his wrists. The wrist buckles were blue, which matched his slightly loose pants. A white strap wrapped around his waist, carrying a pouch which contained his scrolls.

"Haven't seen you in that for quite awhile," Itachi mused from the doorway.

Daisuke wrapped his scarf around his mouth, concealing his mouth. "I almost forgot how I looked in it."

Itachi watched Daisuke tie his black headband around his left thigh, before pulling a navy blue bandanna over his short, light brown hair. The Uchiha smirked at the Ninja of Scrolls. It was a title that had caused Shinigami Daisuke to be entered into many bingo books. Itachi let Daisuke out of his room and watched the ex-Mist ninja exit the apartment. That was when we first met. He was wearing that same uniform.

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Orochimaru drummed his fingers as he waited for the hired assassin to arrive. He was slouching in his chair, strands of long black hair hanging in his face. When a knock came at the door, the snake ninja quickly sat up straight. He was fixing his hair as an unknown ninja walked in.

"No need to make yourself presentable on my account," the ninja spoke, his voice was mature and smooth.

"I was almost expecting an assassin, but a worker of his will do. I had heard that Shinigami doesn't make appearances to clients."

"But I do," the ninja replied. He pushed up the navy blue bandanna, causing it to stop shadowing his eyes. He smirked behind his scarf, loving Orochimaru's reaction.

Sure enough, the snake ninja stiffened as his jaw dropped in surprise. Orochimaru leaned forward, closing his jaw and looking intrigued. Nobody had ever met Shinigami Daisuke and lived to tell about it. Yet, here was the infamous assassin standing in front of him.

Daisuke was thankful for the scarf that hid his mouth so well. He didn't think he'd be able to stop smiling, figuring how Orochimaru was going to react, before it even happened. The red tint to his brown eyes was barely noticeable at the snake ninja's distance.

"So, what have you called me here for?" the assassin inquired.

"I heard that you are one of the best. I'd like you to kill someone for me," the snake ninja replied, regaining his composure.

"Exactly who?" Daisuke's voice remained calm.

"An Akatsuki brat. He's become a nuisance and I want him gone. His name is…"

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So what do you think? Please review. I have the next two chapters written in pen…so I just need to type them up. I know, Deidara and Itachi are so OOC, but it kind of makes things funny.

Itachi: I don't find it amusing in the least.

Deidara: me? Scared of a nightmare? Calling Itachi "Ita-kun"? What are you thinking?!

Uzumaki-Hikari: uh…well...it kind of just happened…please don't hurt me!!!

Itachi: She dies now!

Deidara: For once, I agree.

Uzumaki-Hikari: wait! How will I finish the story? People are waiting to see what happens next!!!

Itachi:…

Deidara… she has a point…we'll kill her after the story is over.