In the Middle of Falling The kind of companion pieces of Descent into Rapture... mostly because I lack inspiration for the next chapter... Still don't own Naruto... and I'm not allowed to drink yet either, so I don't know if the drinks match the drinkers. This was done because there were an impressive amount of reviews in my inbox after the last chapter had been up for about... 8 hours. And I said I'd do it... so I did.
Done for the end of Chapter Four of Descent into Rapture
Red
"I can't believe you…" Sasori-san, if he had a surname, he shed it when he became a director, automatically tapped his glass for a refill. He and his friend/partner of eight years, Uchiha Itachi were in a small, exclusive and needless to say, expensive bar. And if he had heard his friend correctly, which he was fairly sure he had, then he should be thankful he was very rich, because he was going to be drinking a great deal tonight.
"What? You think I'd let them think they got away with such a stupid move? Six years a long enough for anything to get cold, revenge too."
"I didn't think you'd try and pull something this… this foolhardy. You're taking on the entire Uchiha Clan, and a great deal of the Hyuuga, all over their latest, if not palatable, predictable, move? What the fuck for?" He knocked back the drink that had been filled only seconds before.
"California Dream, thanks." Itachi looked back at his friend. "It's not "all over their latest move", Sasori. It's a number of things, really. This just happened to be a good time to do something." He drained half the cocktail, not particularly interested in his friend's opinion on this particular matter. Sasori may have been a genius with all things business, political, economical and creative, but he didn't understand the Clans half as much as he thought.
"You know what you are? You're a dragon that pretends to be a knight. You go around rescuing your damsels in distress, and then you lock them up for a little while, for your own personal amusement. And the silly bimbettes don't even realize what a village burning terror you are, till after you kick them out, because you're bored of them."
"At least I'm not toying with Kin… yet." Itachi sipped at the rest of the drink, letting the alcohol wash down his throat.
"You'll please wait till after the movie is finished to even consider it. I'm not going to have another actress storm out and refuse to work for me just because you sunk your claws into her." Sasori mumbled toward the table, head resting on his knuckles.
"Oh lighten up." Sasori turned at the strange quality of Itachi's voice and then pretended he had never moved. Itachi was sitting ramrod straight, face ceilingward, with the maraschino cherry from his drink balanced precariously on the tip of his nose.
"Is everything a game with you?" The bartender hadn't needed his signal to fill his drink this time.
"Only most things," Itachi replied, still with the cherry on his nose. "Some things I take quite seriously."
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" A well manicured hand reached over and plucked the cherry off by the stem, leaving a tiny red smudge where it had sat. The newcomer sat down, and dropped the cherry back in the cocktail glass.
"Deidara!" Sasori was surprised but not displeased that his brother and partner had found them. Deidara was an artist like his brother, but while Sasori tried to make his creations last (in theatres, on DVD and maybe cable), Deidara had resigned himself to his creations lasting only as long as the filming. Deidara was Costume Design. Sasori could never tell if his brother was happy when replications and cosplayers chose to use his designs, or annoyed that his complaints were proven wrong.
"A little birdie on set told me you two had disappeared together. And you're not that unpredictable. So, Itachi-san, what have you done now to drive my older brother to the bottle yet again?"
"Just another game… with maybe a more serious outcome."
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