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DISCLAIMER: Characters used in this story belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
He walked through the halls of the university with shining eyes, as every time he saw him. They were like the desert and the pole, one was warm, the other was cold. One was blond with bright sky color eyes, the other had black hair like the night and darker eyes that may exist. One of them was outrageous and talkative, the other quiet and peaceful. Certainly, they were not alike. He had long tried to draw uselessly his attention, and had been neglected. But all trace of hatred toward the deep-eyed boy disappeared the day he confessed his love, the day he said he loved him, and the reason for his cold and distanced attitude was protection.
Deidara had not understood what he meant with protection, but the only answer he got was "I could not help myself anymore" and did not care more. No, now all that mattered was that Itachi loved him, and better yet, he always had. Although he declared he hated the oldest one, he had to admit that he was simply feeling ignored, worthless, useless... that were his feelings when Itachi seemed not to appreciate him. The reason was simple, the dark-haired totally fascinated him.
They had already a week of relationship, Itachi simply stroked him for hours, enjoying the sight of his angelic face, memorizing every faction of it. He knew his time was short, that he would die soon, and that was why he wanted Deidara to hate him... he couldn't see him suffer when his time came. But he changed his mind and confessed his feelings when he realized that he wasn't achieving his objective... Deidara suffered anyway.
He decided to fulfill both's wishes, let the bright light called Deidara illuminate his dark world, give himself a chance to be happy, and let Deidara be happy too... even if it was for a short period of time, he decided to give him that benefit. He wouldn't tell him about his illness, that would only stain of concern and pain the beautiful moments they were experiencing. He wanted to enjoy the life he had left.
No next time.
Those words drilled his mind when he saw him there, approaching to him with clear and bright eyes, smiling happily.
"Deidara..." he whispered with some nostalgia as the blond came toward him.
He noticed he was being watched steadily, but before he could open his mouth to say anything, he just pounced on him and kissed him. He did not mind the embarrassment of Deidara, or that all the students were looking at them, he only cared about the passion of that kiss. He loved him, loved him passionately, he loved every part of him, his immature, childish and impulsive attitude, the way he got angry, the way he smiled, even his walk... all. He had a crush on him since he realized that he was the light that illuminated his deadly and irregular path, a real bright angel that God sent to save him from the obscurity in which his being slowly sank.
He unleashed all that tension he had acumulated in that kiss full of worship... he couldn't help it, he had a strong urge to kiss him every time he saw him with his striking personality, and his own self-control wasn't enough. Those feelings he had for Deidara were too strong, uncontrollable and passionate. He needed him, even if he was only an immature child, he loved him. He loved him, he wished him, he craved him.
At the moment they separated to breath he hugged him with all his might. He tried not to think about it, but it was imposible not to feel that he didn't want to lose him. They had not lived enough together. Deidara was surprised, although Itachi had confessed his love for him, he had remained quite distant, more affectionate than anything. But now he hugged and kissed him like if it was the last time he would do it. What was going on?
"I-Itachi... let me breathe" his voice sounded drowned out by the effort.
The dark-haired realized what he was doing and broke the hug to return to his normal attitude. It was true, he wanted to enjoy with Deidara the little time he had left, but he didn't want to fill it with false hopes and illusions.
He walked into the classroom followed by the blond one, while he checked that the paper in his bag was still intact... feeling how Deidara was the candle that gave light and warm to his destroyed soul, the boy that kept him up, the one that avoid him to get depressed and let himself sank by pain.
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