"The Art of Suicide"

Art is true beauty, only lasting a moment, before disappearing forever. Art however perfect, is easily corruptible by only one thing: time. It is time that makes all beauty dull, time is a bottomless cavern, the deeper you descend the dimmer the light at the end of the tunnel becomes.

But yours didn't do that.

Your beauty defied everything I knew. It didn't die, and its existence was cruel and delicate. It was noncaring, it was violent, it was malicious. You flew towards the fabled stars and past the even more admired sun. Until, finally I was only left to watch as you crashed and burned. I was only allowed to see you falling towards the Earth, only allowed one torturous glimpse. Watching another fallen star fallen victim to its own unsurmountable glory.

I remember you, you have not gone unthought of.

In fact I remember everything about you

You were perfect.

I remember your dark ebony hair, flowing and tumbling in the likeness of chinese ink. I remember your alabaster skin, that like the clay I molded, had no imperfections that I could never find. I remember the lines on your face, those arches that you were the most paranoid about. I loved your eyes.

I loved your eyes Itachi, no matter what I said I loved them.

It would stop the hearts of everyone who crossed them. It would turn mans appendages into pools of blood, it would make the most prudent of people surreptitiously look from across the room. Your eyes would conquer the thrones of village leaders and melt my heart.

You were so beautiful Itachi, that even time wanted to spare you.

I remember every single thing you said to me. The days that we would ditch missions, we'd climb up to the mountains where not even a scout could intentionally find us. We'd sit under tree speaking loving nothings an making promises to each other.

"I will be with you forever."

Forever is an insult. But I wish that it really was like that. Forever in our field doesn't exist, forever is an invalid word. We were both S-Ranked criminals, in the most dangerous organization in the shinobi world. Every one of us is written in at least 5 bingo books and has more that a few million ryo on our heads. At some point this was going to end, this perfect little fairytale, a lie that we couldn't ever live down.

I came one last time to see you before I went to make my leave. And as I see you now, you seem to have grown more handsome then ever.

Do you know that you are such an exquisite corpse Itachi?

I kneel down next to you, and I take my index finger and stroke your cheek with it. Your skin was cold, but your cheek was soft, my finger though exposed to this cold felt so warm and ignited with fire. You were finally just like one of my statues. Instead of being there to admire yourself jokingly and laugh with me, you were unresponsive.

"I could've helped you."

Your eyes were still open, but even when they were partly closed your ocular jutsu was still activated. I could feel it making the blood pool in the back of my skull. It made my head feel like it had a burning hole in the back of my brain. Even now, you were still lifeless, and you could still give me that sick pleasure.

I turned away from you, my head was still burning, I saw that your Akatsuki cloak we wore was tossed aside feet away. I walked away from you cautiously, afriad that I was going to lose you if I stole this away you were going to leave me again.

I swiftly took the cloak and came back to you. And with that I took in a long sniff of your cloak.

Your scent was still on it, like you had just worn it. And I smelled your body on it, it smelled like a cinnoman with your overwhelming musk on it. It made me want to cry, and it flooded me with so many incomprehensible memories it almost made my head explode. I felt so dizzy...so dizzy.

"I wish you were here," I almost whispered.

You didn't reply, just as always, mute. I looked at you, you stared blankly as if you were preoccupied, like you were focusing on something that was floating around in your head. I knew you were dead, but I wanted to personify you.

Because that would make you feel alive and breathing to me.

I wanted to pretend that when I came back to HeadQuarters this lonely afternoon, you would be there for me. I wanted to pretend that you would be there pressing clay out of my wooden carving tools. I wanted to pretend that you were going to be there, looking at my sculptures with me playfully laughing at a mistake that you saw. You would be there to admire my sculptures when in the in truth in the back of your mind you were not one bit impressed with them. I wanted to pretend that you would be painting, that I would be able to watch you paint and you would talk to me in that seemingly musical, healing, kind and sultry voice you had. "Your sculpture is amazing Deidara, how do you do it? I don't know how you do it, but its simply amazing."

But I can pretend all I want, I could pretend all day, but it doesn't bring you back.

"Why did you do this to me,un," I trembled.

I touched you, and as soon as I did that, your head turned. Your neck made no resistance and it snapped lightly. I felt perhaps what you would say to me at this moment.

"Deidara, I wouldn't have. But this is my purpose. I know that you would understand."

But no, I don't understand. You were the person who cared for me the most in this world and you hurt me in the worst way possible. I don't understand Itachi, that's even more sincere when take in your scent and I start crying. And as I began to start crying, the heavens took pity on me and started to cry with me. Maybe it felt the pain that I did, it lost another angel today. Maybe for once, the heavens aren't pitying me, but are a pity with me.

But that thought was extremely redundant.

I was just another lovestruck artist, who found love in the wrong place.

But then, it wasn't just mine. It was ours. And to be honored, to be loved by you is the highest and greatest stroke of luck. To be pursued, to be called by beautiful, to be adored by you; for you to adore me, a blonde bitch who didn't have any right to have it or didn't deserve it... that it the greatest purpose in this life.

You once said to me, "A life left in waiting is much better than a life contempt with the knowledge of what's never to come." But you, the one I loved already gave me that knowledge. You gave it to me the moment I waltzed in. It the exact same knowledge, while convolute is easy to understand at its most basic and pure level. Its the very same knowledge that tells me that I love you, and that I would rather die than to live without you.

And If you're waiting on the other side for me, I shouldn't hesitate with my decision.

For the 1st time in my life, I have found something I want to make eternal. Something I don't want to lose instantly, for that is no way to make your everlasting legacy. Something, no... someone that is so beautiful so perfect only to end so quickly. And if it isn't my art that wont do it, it will be ours. Our own and perfect art form.

Today, Itachi Uchiha, you and I will perfect the art of suicide.