Authors note: I don't own any of the characters.
Warnings: there are a lot of warnings to be done, don't read if easily offended.
Edit/ updated as of 7/June/2012
"I'm Different."
Chapter 1
"What do you say?" he asked, smirking as his hands roamed her body.
"I donno, I'm a respectable girl you know?" she answered with a coy smile, "I don't even know your name."
"There is plenty of time for introductions later, let me buy you a drink," he said turning to the bar and ordering a scotch on the rocks and a vodka cocktail for the lady.
He looked back to the girl he was chasing and pulled her by the hips to him. She started to grind against him to the music while they waited for drinks. He was on the lower end of town, as the clubs in his area were boring on a Monday night. Yet he was almost impressed as he looked around, the club was filled with lower class people all seeming to be having a good time. No one here was good enough for him though, but that wouldn't stop him from finding a girl who he would take home, sleep with and never speak to again. He shifted his raven hair out of his eyes, and brought the girls hand up to his lips, caressing it gently.
"Your drinks!" the bartender half shouted as the dj let the base drop, making people grow loose with the sound.
He slid the vodka mix over the girl and flashed her a seductive pout.
"You will need more than this," she said in his ear.
He smirked at her again, the chase. The only good part of this ritual, other than the sex. He threw some money on the bar and turned back to the girl.
"What do you suggest," he asked breathing in her ear.
He smirked as her skin started to prickle with goosebumps.
"Are you Uchiha?" another bar tender yelled holding out a phone, making the ravens face drop.
Game over.
"Yep," the raven haired boy said sighing and taking the phone, "Sasuke?" he said loudly holding it up to his ear.
"Mum called and said they will be home in two hours." The voice, his little brothers voice answered.
"Why so soon?"
"I dunno, just get back here."
He had given his little brother the number of where he was going incase his phone was out of signal as often happened in underground clubs. He checked his iPhone, sure enough, it had no bars. He nodded at the bar tender and turned back to the girl.
"Itachi …Uchiha?" she said cocking her head.
"Nice to meet you," Itachi answered coolly.
"I will be right back, let me just go talk to my friends."
He glared at the back of the girl as she walked away. She was like all of them. She even looked like all of them, long brown hair, short dress. Once they found out that he was an Uchiha they all wanted him. That's why he never introduced himself, because once they found out, it was game over. They all wanted him for his money, and why wouldn't they. He was the eldest son of Fugaku, the chief of the police and his mother, Mikoto, a world famous fashion designer.
"Another call Uchiha," the bartender said holding out the phone, with dead eyes and pursed lips.
Itachi nodded and held the phone to his cheek, "I'm coming home okay," he said harshly.
"You're leaving..?" the voice replied.
"…Kisame, Where are you?"
"Right here," Kisame said standing next to him and putting his phone away.
Itachi nodded at the bar tender and ordered two trays of shots.
"You need to get a phone with better coverage."
Itachi looked his friend over. He had dark hair that was almost blue in some lights, which he spiked up dramatically in points on his head. He looked good wearing an Yves Saint Laurent leather jacket and tight black CK jeans.
Itachi stayed silent until the trays of shots were placed in front of them.
"To the chick I'm going to fuck tonight," he said bitterly downing the first one.
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Kisame laughed and said a hear; hear which was drowned out by the music. He had been best friends with Itachi since primary school, and now they both went to the same law college together, but he still knew hardly anything about the dark haired quiet boy he had grown up with. Itachi had always been like that though. The raven took another shot.
Over Itachi's head he noticed a group of what he would describe as metal heads watching them. Kisame supposed they were here for later on in the night, when the dance music would change to metal. He gave them an arrogant nod and devoured another shot, noticing a boy with cascading blonde hair, thick eye makeup and skinny leg jeans that was with them.
"Interesting people here."
Itachi followed his gaze to the metal heads and the strange blonde and nodded in agreement.
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Itachi felt drunk as he ordered another scotch on the rocks. He sipped it lightly as he felt arms snaking around him.
"Itachi Uchiha," a little voice said in his ear.
He turned to the girl he had been flirting with before. She had her bag in her arm and seemed to have applied some more bright pink offending lipstick.
"So," she said looking him up and down.
Itachi scowled to himself. Just like the rest.
"Shall we blow this party?"
She looked up at him and fluttered her eye lashes.
Kisame grinned and shrugged as Itachi grabbed his hand and gave a silent nod, before leading the girl out of the club.
She tried to make small talk in the taxi back to his house, but he found it irritating and soon shushed her and started kissing her instead. She made a fanfare of moaning and complimenting his kissing. She was so fake. But Itachi was past caring now, he was drunk. He handed the driver a wad of cash and pulled the girl out of the car and into his house. There was no Porsche in the driveway which meant his parents weren't home yet. He pulled her through his house and up the stairs, shushing her giggles and remarks about how huge his house was. His room was upstairs to the left across from Sasuke's. He knocked once on his brother's door as they walked past to let him know he was home and he could stop worrying. The girl looked around his bedroom in awe as he shut the door. There was a large four poster bed, with a plasma screen TV and a couch across from it. Next to the door, there was a long coffee table. But other than that it was empty of furniture. There were four doors in the room, one large red oak one which lead to his study, one to his bathroom and another to his wardrobe, and two huge double French doors that reached the ceiling. These lead outside to the balcony which over looked the back of the house. His bedroom was his favourite room in the house because of these doors, when the moon was full it cast a dramatic shadow on the walls and floors, and seemed to spill light over the entire space. Itachi would leave the doors open and let the long white curtains billow in the breeze. But tonight there was no moon, just a stain in the shape of a girl messing up his bed.
He regarded her thoughtfully as he took his Rolex off and put it on the long coffee table next to the door. Shifting in the shirt his mother had designed he pulled it straight off and pinned the girl to his bed. She wiggled under him and started kissing him. It was messy; she was very drunk and had that look about her, as if she couldn't believe her luck. He shushed her moans and literally ripped her dress off, finding the zip too troublesome. Pulling her undies off and getting naked himself he stopped the foreplay, unable to wait any longer and pushed himself inside of her. He slammed her body against the headboard and started mercilessly pounding her. She was moaning, moaning too loudly. He covered her mouth roughly with his hand and continued his assault. After some frenzied moments he started using the headboard as a grip and thrust himself harder into the girl under him.
He could hear her trying to talk dirty, that he was so handsome and rich, that he was everything she wanted. Blah blah, all the same. He would make her leave after he was done with her. He blocked out her sounds and felt himself almost at his peak. Pulling himself out he pushed into her mouth as he came. He made sure she took it all and licked it all up, before he flopped on his bed. She immediately put her arms around him and started to tell him how amazing the sex was.
Her voice was so irritating, she was meant to go home now. Itachi felt himself trying to tell her, that she should leave, but no sound came out. He was too tired and too drunk to care.
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He awoke to a bomb. No it wasn't a bomb, but it was a god awful loud noise. Snapping his eyes open he looked around. His father was standing at the end of his bed. There was a thick vein in his forehead that was thumping as if it was about to burst.
"Get the fuck out of my house," his father yelled at the girl, who was freaking out in bed next to him. "Please."
She turned to look at Itachi with her eyes wide, as if telling him to speak to his father about being rude. But Itachi just smiled and waved. In truth he didn't want her to get into trouble, but he had forgotten to kick her out last night. All the same he watched amused as she scoffed at them both and jumped out of bed, trying to cover herself from them both. She quickly got her undies on and put her dress around her and stormed out. Itachi heard the front door slam as she left. His father stood at the end of his bed his malicious eyes glinting.
"Get up," he said closing his son's door.
Itachi sighed, he had been expecting this. It was worth it though to see his dad squirm. He walked around his bed and stood naked in front of his father.
"Don't you bring," his father, Fugaku hissed slamming his fist into Itachi's stomach.
Itachi doubled over wheezing in pain as the air was forcibly removed from his lungs. "That trash," his father continued, picking his son up and slamming his left hand into his leg.
"Into my house," his father finished in a rugged whisper.
Itachi braced for the hit that was going to come and felt his vision go white with searing pain as his father's knuckles collided with his jaw.
"I will not have you tarnish the Uchiha name boy," he spat and left.
Itachi dropped to the floor and breathed heavily for a moment before struggling up and moving slowly to his bathroom. He could see the bruise coming out already in his leg and stomach. He cringed to think how badly the one on his jaw would get. As if he needed a bigger headache. His head was already pounding from drinking last night. He let his legs go limp and he slid down the wall to the tiles of his shower.
He hated his father. It started two years ago when he was 17 and in his last year of high school. He had come home early as one of his classes was canceled. There were no cars out the front of his house. As there shouldn't have been, Sasuke would be at school for at least another 3 hours. His mum and dad should have been at work for another 5, if not more. He remembered walking up stairs to his room and placing his bag down before going to the kitchen to get some food. His parent's rooms were over the other side of the house. The kitchen, lounge, dining and games rooms were in the center and opened out to a courtyard so that it was easy to entertain guests. He remembered hearing a strange sound coming from his parent's room. It had sounded like a squeal. He decided to go and see what it was, as when they had first built the house they had had a crazed possum get stuck inside. He didn't want a repeat of that. The Possum had shat all over their couch. Itachi couldn't even image the damage a possum could do in his mum's studio.
He had opened the door to his parent's bedroom and frozen. His father was naked, fucking and whipping a woman tied up by ropes. He later recognized the women as his mother best friend, Yono. They both stopped when Itachi walked in, both their eyes round like a rabbit's caught in a spotlight. Itachi fled from his parent's room and into his own, and that's when it first happened, his dad had put him in hospital due to the head injuries. Apparently he had been attacked by 'lower class bullies' on his way home from school. He hadn't told his mum of his dad's affair, she was happy, and what if he started beating her? Since that night, Fugaku had decided it was fine to beat him when ever he did something remotely rebellious. Which now was often as Itachi had made it his mission to piss Fugaku off. So Itachi took the beatings, because he knew he deserved them, but also because every time his father hit him, it made Itachi hate him more, and hate can be a valuable emotion.
He pulled himself off the shower floor about half an hour later, it was 10:34. Sasuke would be at school and both his parents at work. He grabbed a cereal bar and an ice pack from the kitchen. The bruise on his jaw was bad, but it was nothing some of his mum's concealer couldn't hide. He had a lecture at 12, so he pulled one of his mums designer skinny jeans, a navy Valentino collared shirt and a beige Armani casual blazer. As he walked down to his car he pulled his hair into a low pony tail.
He stood before his car and appreciated its beauty for a moment. His mother had bought him a Lotus Exige 260 for his 18th birthday. It was black with red leather interior. It was hands down, the best birthday present. He supposed Sasuke would get the Alfa Romeo Spider he wanted when he turned 18. His little brother only liked cars for the name; he had no sense of what true power was. He got in and started driving to the campus. He found, (as he did every morning) that it was hard to deny his baby its full power. This beast wasn't born to stay within the speed limits.
He hadn't expected Kisame to be in the lecture, and he wasn't. Itachi sighed and took his usual seat, in the middle, right hand side against the wall of course. Kisame never came to this lecture, mostly because he liked to go out on Monday nights and who other than Itachi would come to class with a killer headache? Itachi stared ahead at the teacher and took notes on fiscal imbalance. Itachi had always been a good student, top of the class each year at high school, and was the dux in his final year. But it wasn't until after he had walked in on his father and his mum's best friend that he had found a purpose in life. He became a determined student and even lost most of his friends as proof of his commitment to his studies.
He hadn't known what he wanted to do, there were, of course acceptable Uchiha professions, but Doctor or Politician, these choices had to be made. When his father first hit him and sent him to hospital he decided, right there in the white room with the heart monitor that he would study law. He studied so hard so he could protect himself, his brother and his mum from his father when the time came. His father would slip up eventually and Itachi would be there to help him fall.
When he got home he stripped down to his jeans and sat in front of his desk in his study. He had a paper due for his advanced torts class. It wasn't due till Monday, but it couldn't hurt doing it now. He went to pencil it in on his calendar but his eyes fell to May the 17th, someone had decorated the date with stars and a few love hearts in bright purple and green pens. In the middle it said Sasuke's 17th.
"Shit," Itachi said out loud, how he could have forgotten his brother's birthday. His mum had even come back from Milan fashion week to organise the party. Not to mention Sasuke had been reminding him every time they passed in the house. He jumped up from his seat, threw on his shirt and grabbed his Armani blazer. He took the stairs two at a time and jumped back into his Lotus. His brother's birthday was tomorrow and he hadn't even got him anything. Pulling his iPhone out of his blazer pocket he started messaging Sasuke's annoying blonde friend Naruto.
'Naruto. Sasuke. Birthday present. Now.' He typed in and hit send as he drove to the city.
There were some good main streets with lots of shops, but Itachi remembered one in particular that had some awesome stores on it. He had stopped going into the city when he had stopped hanging out with his friends. The only person who remained by him was Kisame, who in truth, he hardly knew. He drove the speed limit along the city streets, looking for a place that might have something Sasuke would like. He eventually pulled up outside a head store as his phone rang.
"Naruto," he barked into the phone.
"…Yes?" came the reply from the smug blonde.
"…Help me," Itachi said getting annoyed and holding up traffic.
"What do you say?"
"…Please," Itachi said forcefully.
"Yeah no worries Itachi," came the happy reply, "I would love to help you find your brother a birthday present. Where are you?"
"I will be in that head store on Rail Street. Sasuke wanted some band shirts, but mum wouldn't let him. I need you to tell me what bands he likes."
He heard the blonde sigh, "K, be there soon."
Itachi hung up his phone and drove his Lotus around behind the store. He didn't trust it sitting out the front in this area. It was like a blank canvas waiting to be keyed.
Inside the store was exactly how Itachi had imagined. There was a glass counter that ran almost the length of the store, in it was different types of bongs and other marijuana paraphernalia. He obviously wasn't buying Sasuke anything like that. So he moved to the side of the store where there was rows and rows of black shirts with different bands on them. Itachi stood there with his mouth slightly open, there were thousands of shirts. He was in way over his head.
From behind the counter a small redhead watched the only customer in the store with an amused grin.
"Well that's different," he said making the other two workers look up, one a man wearing a Jason mask and the other a blond.
"Where is the owner of the sexy car outback?" came a familiar hyper active voice from the street entrance.
"Naruto," Itachi said turning around, "How did you get here so fast, weren't you at school?" Itachi asked looking at his school uniform.
The blonde shrugged and cocked his head, "So you forgot your brother's birthday."
"Shut it," Itachi said. Naruto always seemed to infuriate his temper. "I have already said please."
"Well what will you do for me?" Naruto said with a broad grin.
Itachi stared at the blond and felt the venom seeping from his gaze, "What do you want."
"Let me drive your car."
"No."
"Well then I have no reason to help you, I might just go tell Sasuke you forgot."
Itachi snapped and grabbed the blond by his collar, "Don't you dare," he whispered shaking him slightly before letting go of his uniform, "Now tell me some bands, please."
"You have worse hissy fits than your brother," Naruto said shaking the kinks out of his school uniform. "I will give you a clue, Tool."
Itachi stared at him darkly, "What is tool supposed to mean?"
Naruto just winked and darted up the stairs away from the fuming raven.
"Well he was useless," Itachi muttered to himself and took his Armani blazer off and laid it on a chair. Slowly he began to flick through the shirts in the hopes of finding something familiar. He felt despair starting to overwhelm him as he looked at a shirt saying 'pass out of existence.'
"Tool is a band un," said a voice behind him.
He turned around to see a blond with extremely long hair, most of it was tied up, except one bit the covered his left eye mysteriously. His visible eye was serious and icy blue as he regarded him. Itachi noticed the black eye liner and black fingernails of the boy, which seemed to match his ripped band shirt, arm warmers and black skinny legged jeans. Itachi could see that one of his ears was covered in piercings, and he had hints of a tattoo on his chest.
"Yeah but that's not much help, I can't get my brother lots shirts from the one band," Itachi said slowly as the blond came and stood next to him, with his hands in his pockets.
"Well first things first un, how much money are you willing to spend and what size is he?"
Itachi thought for a moment, "Well money isn't a problem, but size, well he is," Itachi thought and looked at the blond in front of him, "About your size but less toned and slightly shorter, typical skinny 17 year old."
"Right well, that's easy un," The blond said grinning and going to the rack. Itachi could have sworn he saw a small blush appear on the boys face, "Well here is a small in a Tool shirt," the blond said holding out a black shirt. Itachi looked at it quizzically; it had the word TOOL written across it, with a large eye with two green pupils underneath.
"Okay," Itachi said lying the shirt down next to his blazer, "That's one," he finished sarcastically.
"Well Tool is a pretty good hint un, because the singer has two other bands, Puscifer and A Perfect Circle. So we will grab a shirt from both of them," The blond said going across the rack and grabbing another two black shirts. "Now the guitarist for A Perfect Circle is the singer for another band; Ashes divide. So," The blond paused grabbing another shirt and handing to Itachi who gazed at it and placed it on the pile. "Now the other guitarist in Puscifer used to be in The Smashing Pumpkins, so grab one of them and then the drummer was in Nine-inch Nails and Devo."
The blond turned back to Itachi with a smirk on his face, and his arms full of shirts, "So which ones will it be then un?"
Itachi looked at the pile, 7 shirts in total; well it was a good start for a present. "Well, it's a start. I will take them all," Itachi said nodding at the blond.
The blond haired boy nodded and took the shirts to the counter where he started scanning and folding them into a bag. Itachi went and grabbed his blazer and laid it on the counter getting his wallet out. His eyes lingered on the weed pipes and bongs in the glass display cabinet. His father would probably send him to hospital if he caught him smoking weed. A tall glass one with black and red stripes caught his eye.
"That one changes color when you smoke through it," the blond said following his gaze with amusement.
"Nice," Itachi said lightly, "what else should I get for my brother?"
The blond did a double take and smiled lightly, "Well as a sales person here I should say buy him a pipe, but maybe some dvd's or a cd of one of the bands will be better for a 17 year old. Check or savings?"
"Cash," Itachi said holding out some $100 bills, "Where can I buy them?"
"Well un," the blond said turning to the smaller red head who was writing stock lists, "Can I go now un?"
"Yes Deidara, see you tonight," came the surprisingly deep reply.
"I can show you," The blond said turning back to Itachi with his change and recipe.
Itachi waited around in the store with two full bags as the blond, Deidara got his things from the back room. When he finally came out he was wearing a hoodie and had a large black backpack on his shoulders. He nodded silently to Itachi and motioned for him to follow him onto the street.
"Right," Deidara said looking down the street, "The shop you are looking for is about 2 and a half blocks down there on the right. See you later un," the blond waved and started moving in the opposite direction.
"Wait, wait," Itachi said running to stand in front of him, "You have to show me where it is."
The blond, Deidara looked at him as if he was joking, "Man… I only have an hour and a half for lunch before I have to get to my other job."
"Please," Itachi said moving to back him, "I will drive, you tell me where it is, help me pick out some dvd's and I will buy you what ever you want for lunch. It will take 20 minutes at most."
The blond gave him a small side ways glance before sighing and nodding. Itachi to his own surprise grinned, relieved that he may be able to get Sasuke something that he actually liked.
"I'm Deidara un," The blond said holding out his hand as they walked behind the shop. Itachi replied with his first name and shook his hand firmly.
"Why did you park in the staff pack – oh," Deidara cut himself short as Itachi pressed the button unlocking his Lotus. "What no valet un?"
Itachi suppressed a snigger as he pulled out onto the main street. He never listened to the radio he found it distracted him from his thoughts too much. But the boy next to him was fidgeting silently.
"So you like… Tool?" Itachi said mentally hitting himself. Why was he even talking to this boy, he didn't need to impress or make friends with him, he was just here for the free lunch.
"Yeah, they aren't bad," Deidara said quietly, "What about you un? What music do you like?"
"I don't really listen to music,"
The blond turned to him shocked. Itachi did a double take at the road and then him. "…What?"
"How can you not like music un?"
"I don't not like it, I just don't listen to any."
Deidara looked at him with his eyes wide, "Right here un," He said pointing to a shop which was bright yellow on the outside, "Everyone needs music un, you just haven't found the right stuff to …make you whole."
Itachi suppressed an arrogant grin and the desire to point out that he was in fact already whole, while locking his car and following the blond downstairs into the shop. The shop was packed with benches with rows and rows of different music or dvds or games. Itachi stared a little overwhelmed by it all.
"Here," Deidara said motioning him over to stand that said music dvds, "Here we are un." The blond said pulling out a dvd that read 'Tool live in Moscow.' "And I bet he will love Deftones, as well as Opeth."
"Wait," Itachi said looking at the names he didn't recognize, "These aren't the same as the shirts."
"Well yeah, who doesn't love Opeth though?" The blond said before turning arrogantly to Itachi and cocking his head, "Other than you that is un… Plus," He said moving down a step into the music section, "He will want some new music as well."
Itachi watched the boy flick through some cds; his blond hair was resting on his shoulder and lying limply on the bench in front of them. Itachi had the mild desire to touch the ends to see if they were as silky as they looked when his phone suddenly rang, snapping him out of his day dream.
"Hmmm hello?" he said seeing private number.
"Itachi."
"Kisame. Nice job coming to the lecture."
"You took notes for me I hope," said the voice on the other line.
"Nope," Itachi replied suppressing a grin, he looked at the blond boy watching him as he talked, "How was the rest of your night?"
Kisame replied that he wound up at a girls house and he was bored with her already, after a pause he asked how Itachi's night went.
"I've had better," Itachi said rubbing the concealed bruise on his jaw, "Family wasn't too happy."
Itachi put his iPhone down and turned it on speaker so he could use his free hand to look at the cd Deidara was holding for him.
"You going to come out again tonight? I say same place, they are playing metal tonight but upstairs at the velvet floor they have club music."
Itachi watched the blond start to snigger and look down at the cds again. As Itachi watched he remembered the boys profile from last night, he had been with the metal heads at the bar.
"Maybe," Itachi replied, "I have to go its Sasuke's birthday tomorrow."
"…you forgot didn't you?"
Itachi growled and hung up the phone.
"This is the latest cd by tool un," Deidara said turning and meeting Itachi's eyes.
"Right," Itachi said looking at the cd, "10000 days hmm."
"It is meant to be pretty good, I haven't heard all of it but," The blond said moving and finding another cd for Sasuke. Itachi looked and saw there was one more of the CD left, so he picked up both copies.
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When Itachi had bought almost $200s of CDs, games and DVDs they went out the front together. Itachi bobbed on the spot, he was pleased. Sasuke should be very happy with his presents. He was about to say thank you to Deidara for helping but he found the blond had moved down the street. Running to catch up with him Itachi pulled his arm.
The blond looked at him expectantly.
"I promised you lunch."
"Oh. That's fine man," Deidara said turning again.
"I insist," Itachi said moving in front of him again, "I have taken up your time, please allow me."
Deidara nodded slowly and turned back to walk with Itachi to his car.
"Here," Itachi said handing him the Tool album, "I bought you one as a thanks."
"I thought you were buying me lunch as a thanks."
"I'm buying you lunch for taking up your time. I bought you that cd as a thank you for helping me," Itachi said opening the car. When they got in Deidara turned to him and pushed the cd back into Itachi hand.
"You don't need to buy anything. I don't mind really."
Itachi stared at Deidara with his eyebrows raised until the blond sighed.
"Here," he said unwrapping it from the plastic, "you keep it, and listen to it," he said putting it in to the cars cd slot.
"Fine, when I'm done I'll give it to you." Itachi said.
He suppressed another smile as he heard the blond chuckle.
"So what's your favorite food to eat?"
"Sushi un," Deidara said sitting back more comfortable than before.
Itachi nodded and pulled a U-turn, "I know a great place."
They stayed in silence listening to the music. It was soft with a guitar plucking. Itachi chanced a side glance at Deidara and found him with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. He faced the road again and smiled lightly to himself, he was glad to be in silence. The music was interesting, emotional and angry in some places, amusing in others. Itachi found himself tapping his wheel in appreciation. The sound system in his car was definitely under used.
"Here," Itachi said when they had arrived.
They had pulled up outside a fancy looking restaurant. It was all white marble with small round lolly pop trees lining the way to the door. Deidara turned to him with his eyebrows raised.
"They aren't going to let me in dressed like this un."
Itachi almost laughed, "Yes they will."
They were in a rich area where everyone's front's lawns were perfectly cut. He knew this sushi shop well as Kisame's father owned a very successful chain of restaurants and hotels, including this one.
"Nice to see you again Master Itachi," One of the door men said bowing and opening the door for them. Deidara looked at him with one eyebrow raised as Itachi asked for a table for two.
"Right hand side, middle, next to the wall, outside. I know sir," the server said with a grin, "Follow me."
They walked through the tables filled with patrons and outside two doubles doors, where a secluded table was being set up by the waiters. The table was shaded by an overhanging tree. Sasuke used to call them fairy tress when he was younger. Next to it was a pond with large koi fish and rustic looking statues.
"The usual?" the server asked as they sat down across from each other.
"Yes for two."
"What drinks may I get you?"
"Beers?" Itachi said to Deidara who nodded with his mouth open slightly. "My friend's father owns this restaurant," Itachi explained when the waiter had left.
"The guy with the blue hair?"
"Yeah you know Kisame?" Itachi asked, wondering how the shark boy got around so much.
"No I just remember him at the club last night un."
"I thought I recognized you," Itachi said almost letting a smile wash over his face before masking it and sitting up straight, "So you knew who I was when I walked in today."
"Yeah un of course, not many people have naturally blood red eyes, I thought they were contacts for a moment last night though," Deidara said yawning.
Itachi stared, the blond hadn't wanted to stay and chat, Itachi had to force him to let him buy him lunch even though he had known who he was. He even declined the free cd. This boy, this blonde wasn't like the others.
They ate and drank their beers in silence. Every now and again Deidara complimented the taste of the food or the refreshment of the beers that kept coming out to them. Which Itachi responded with a stock response. He felt awkward, how was he meant to act around Deidara, if he wasn't here for money? He easily masked his emotions and was able to suppress his smiles or frowns in order to behave like an Uchiha, but this blond didn't seem to care either way. Itachi took a long sip of the beer as it dawned on him, this blond was making him nervous.
"You should go tonight un," Deidara finally said, catching Itachi red eyes with his icy blues ones.
"Hmm?" Itachi said shaking himself out of his daze.
"To the club, the music on Tuesdays is pretty great."
"I, maybe I will."
"You could expand your knowledge of music un."
Itachi frowned slightly to himself, was he unknowledgeable in music? Well he was, but he didn't enjoy he gap in knowledge being pointed out.
"So what's your other job, other than the head store?" Itachi asked hardly curious, but it got them off the subject of his music failure.
"Ah well," The blonde said leaning back in his chair sipping his bear. "I'm a demolition artist."
"Like construction?"
"No more like blowing up things for fun, and putting them in galleries, or leaving them as street art."
Itachi nodded not really understanding. "So is that where you need to be in 45 minutes?"
"Nah I have some… clients," he said looking uncomfortable, "So law un?"
"Yep," Itachi said, "Majoring in criminal and family law."
"Heavy stuff, I bet your father is proud," Deidara said.
"Of course," Itachi lied, rubbing his leg where the bruise was.
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When they had finished and Itachi had paid the bill they walked out the front together. Itachi unlocked his car and expected Deidara to follow but found that the blonde was walking down the street.
"Hey," Itachi said catching up to him, making the blonde once again turn in surprise, "Do you need me to take you to your work?"
"Nah un, all good. It's not far from here anyway. A bit of fresh air and good music will do me good," he said turning away with his hands in his pockets.
Itachi frowned to himself, "See you later un," the blond said holding one hand up and walking away.
Itachi drove in silence; he had turned Tool off as soon as he had got in the car, in anger he had squashed it back into its case and chucked it to the back seat. He was pissed off; the blonde had gotten under his skin. No one had ever rejected him like that before. He didn't seem to want his money, or that impressed bar his car or the food. He didn't seem to care; Deidara actually seemed not to be interested in him at all. Itachi slammed the accelerator down and turned onto the highway cutting off another car as he went. When he got home he went straight to his study and immersed himself in advanced torts.
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Deidara slowly strutted down the street; he was full and glad to be away from Itachi. Not that he hadn't enjoyed the afternoon, but he had stuff to do. Plus the raven haired boy was psychotic, like all rich people. Wrapped up in money and flashy cars, the real beauty is an explosion. When something goes up in flame, that instant is nirvana. No amount of money can buy that kind of beauty, that kind of fleeting existence. Rich people want their things, their money to last. But the art is in the ephemeral.
He was glad they went to that sushi shop, because his next client lived around here. Clean cut grass, fancy sculptures, Botox, these people were all living a glamorous lie. Deidara passed and small park and went to sit down behind a tree so he was sheltered from people who may be walking by. He took off his belt and fastened it around his forearm. He pulled a new syringe and some powder out of his bag and prepared his drug. That was the other reason he left. He was starting to get fidgety; his mind had been on what he was carrying in his bag. Fresh and pure, he couldn't go much longer without trying it. Letting the metal sink into his vein he exhaled slowly. He could feel it rushing around his body and taste metallic in his mouth. Suddenly full of energy he jumped up and half skipped the rest of the way to his client's house.
A large white house with large double doors greeted him. When he knocked his client immediately pulled him in with a smile.
"Deidara, I have been waiting for you," She said smiling. This women was one of his favorite clients, she didn't want to do anything nuts with him.
"We have an hour and a half till my husband comes home. Shall we get started?"
Deidara grinned and pulled out a bottle with pills in it. He grabbed one and held it out in his palm, pure white with a love heart on it. He put it in his mouth and pulled her towards him, passing the pill to her with his tongue.
The woman was a successful CEO of some company, whose husband was a principle of a local private school. She knew that her husband was having an affair but instead of breaking the marriage she kept it all a secret and had her own affair with Deidara. Who supplied everything for a good time. Absently he wondered if Itachi Uchiha would end up this way. The raven had been so strange, awkward and hardly smiling. He was serious yet Deidara could see pain in his eyes, and a badly covered bruise on his neck.
Half an hour later Deidara was walking away high as a kite, a fresh wad of cash in his hand and a raging boner. That was the deal with that client, she wanted to have all the fun and he didn't mind, she said he gave the best head of her life. He had just enough time to take the subway home get changed, and still make it to the club with minutes to spare.
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Itachi fumed over his assignment, he had wrapped all of Sasuke's presents but he couldn't decide if he should go to the club for the night. Why was he even thinking about the stupid blonde? If he went to the club he would find some girl and fuck her. How many beatings could he take in week though? If he didn't pick up a chick he could always just drink and at least he would get away from his family/dad for the night. Making his mind up he got changed. He pulled on some grey jeans and a black loose singlet his mother designed. He looked good in it; it showed off the muscles in his chest and arms. Taking his hair out of its pony tail he shook it and let it hang loose around his face. Slowly he recovered the bruise on his chin with concealer and looked in the mirror. He was pale with shoulder length black hair and reddish eyes. Mum had always said that's what made the Uchiha's special. They had a fire in their bellies so strong that it could be seen from their eyes. Itachi's eyes were the reddest in the family.
"I'm going out to dinner with Kisame," Itachi said going downstairs and seeing his Mum and Dad in the kitchen together.
"Okay dear," his mum said coming to give him a kiss on his head, "Don't be out too late, its Sasuke's 17th tomorrow."
"I know, I won't be long mum."
When he got outside he called for a taxi and then messaged Kisame that he was going to come. The reply was 'I'm already there.'
Itachi almost laughed, the shark boy was such an animal for women and parties, how he got into law college, he wasn't sure.
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When he got to the club it was already reasonably packed, and it was only 8.30. Kisame was holding a scotch and gave him a pat on the shoulder when they met.
"Details," he said grinning.
Itachi knew he wanted to know what had happened the previous night. He led them to the bar and they both sat down. They were downstairs in the metal part of the club as upstairs hadn't really started pumping yet. People here were still sitting and chatting while the band played some ambiance music. Itachi grinned and nodded to the same waiter who had brought him the phone twice the previous evening.
"Well. We," he started but paused seeing Deidara laughing with some people. He was wearing a red singlet and red arm bands around his elbows as well as some tight jeans. His hair was all pulled on into a high pony except his fringe. He looked up and his icy blue eyes met Itachi's who nodded.
"Yes?" Kisame said still waiting for the story.
Itachi was aware of Deidara who walked around to stand next to him and order a drink at the bar as he continued his story, "We went back to mine, had sex and I passed out before I could kick her out. My father was not impressed."
Kisame cracked up laughing, "What did he say?"
Itachi sighed; he knew he wouldn't hear the end of this, "Don't bring this trash into my house. Or something."
Kisame burst into laughter again. He obviously didn't tell him that he got beaten, but Kisame knew his goal of purposely trying to annoy his father.
"Seriously Itachi, your dad is going to snap one day."
Itachi nodded and finished his scotch, turning back to the bar he ordered a tray of shots and turned to Deidara who was watching him expectantly, with a smug grin on his face.
Itachi didn't say anything but kept his eyes on the blond as he took a shot. He noticed immediately that the icy blue eyes were unnaturally black, and that the blond was swaying strangely. Itachi turned around with his back to the bar and looked at him sideways. He was about to say something but he suddenly felt his cheek burn and saw stars for a moment. Next to him Kisame roared with laughter.
"How dare you," said a high pitched, irritating voice in front of him.
Itachi looked up, pissed off and saw the girl from last night. He could feel his cheek growing red where she had slapped him.
His eyes were venomous as he stood up straighter and regarded her. Long hair, short dress. Next to him he felt Deidara turn to watch. The girl puffed to her full height.
"The rudest, most arrogant stupid asshole I have ever met," she half shouted.
Itachi couldn't have cared less, she was boring but watching her get so angry was amusing. Slowly he let a large cruel smile grow across his face. It was seductive and mischievous.
"You, fucked me, came in my mouth and then let your dad chuck me out!" the girl spat scoffing.
She raised her hand to slap him again as Itachi caught it and held it tightly.
"You listen here," he said dangerously, he was sure the people around him would be able to hear but he tried to keep it quiet nonetheless. "Number one, you don't touch me. Number two. I couldn't care less. You are just like every other dumb suck up girl I have ever met. Next time when you attempt to talk dirty don't mention rich and that it's the only thing you have ever wanted. It's disgusting." He let her wrist go.
The group around him was silent as the girl looked Itachi up and down before storming away. Itachi sighed and downed another shot as Kisame next to him roared with laughter.
"A drink for a distraught lady and a gin and tonic," Kisame said to the bartender. "I might, go and cheer up your friend from last night."
Itachi smirked, "all yours," he said taking another shot and side glancing at Deidara again. The blonde's body was turned completely to him with a smirk on his face. Itachi pretended not to noticed and instead watched Kisame pay for his drink and a raspberry martini for the girl.
"Oh Itachi if you haven't noticed I think you have a fan," Kisame said grinning at Deidara.
Itachi turned and watched the shark boy walk over to the irritating girl before turning to Deidara. Wordlessly he moved the second last of his tray of shots to the blonde. When he finally turned to face him fully the blonde had one arm on the table supporting his head, with his black eyes glued to him. Itachi was once again about to speak but a blue haired boy moved in front of Deidara and caught his attention instantly by kissing him.
Itachi stared and did a double take, he hadn't been expecting that. He watched the two boys make out passionately and then noticed a girl waiting behind them, who moved in and also started kissing Deidara the moment his lips had parted with the blue haired male. Deidara grinned and chuckled to both of them. Itachi watched as he pulled two small bags from his pocket and gave one to the boy and one to the girl, who handed him wads of cash in exchange.
Drugs. Itachi turned back to the bar. Deidara was dealing drugs, that's what he must have meant when he said clients.
"So," Deidara said breaking his thoughts.
Itachi side glanced at him, the blond was watching him intently, his black pupils euphoric.
"You came," he finished.
"I did," Itachi said quietly, finishing his last shot, "Now I'm leaving," Itachi said moving from the bar. He didn't have time for people on drugs.
"Wait," Deidara said moving in front of him, mirroring his own moves from earlier in the day, "you haven't even heard the band."
"Not interested," Itachi said swatting his hand away from him and moving out of the club. Outside there was a large line of people waiting to get inside. He hailed a taxi and told the driver to take him home.
When he got back to his house, his mum was awake watching TV in the lounge. She said Sasuke was over Naruto's house and Fugaku had been called in to work. Itachi nodded doubting that he was actually at work and headed up to his father study. He sat himself down in his father's work chair and turned on the computer listening carefully for anyone coming up the stairs.
Luckily his dad didn't think he needed a password, why would anyone here look on his computer when they all had a computer and a laptop of their own? Itachi sat up straighter; he had a computer and a laptop, but this was the only one with access to police records. Pulling up the search he started searching for all files containing the word 'Deidara.'
It didn't take long for the blonde's record to pop up. Itachi sighed how could he not have a record. He looked the mug shoot of the teen. He had only just turned 18, meaning the all of his previous offences were now gone. But his father liked to save them for looking over. He had spent one week and juvenile jail for arson, Itachi remembered the conversation about Deidara being a demolition artist. He had speeding fines, been caught with drugs on four occasions. Suspected arson, suspected drug dealing, suspected drug user. Suspected prostitute. Itachi did a double take, suspected prostitute? Two counts of theft and many counts of vandalism and street drinking. One count of grand theft auto that had been dropped. Itachi sighed and shut down his father's computer, of course that's the type of person he attracts. Suck up irritating girls and drugged up male prostitutes.
End of Chapter one. Tell me if you like it! :)