This is my first fanfiction of a Itachi/Sakura/Deidara. I became inspired to write this fanfiction from a youtube video of the three of them, "ItaSaku/DeiSaku-Face Down". I hope you enjoy my story :) . I do take requests and I appreciate criticism.

This story is set in the real world.

Sakura's POV

"What's that, hm," Deidara asks as he reaches his hand up to touch my face.

"Nothing," I chuckle, grabbing his hand to hold it. I try my hardest to smile genuinely as I hold his hand, preventing him from touching where I know he's staring. His face becomes hard, no longer curious, I ignore it. Deidara moves his other hand up and caresses my face, I lean into his touch. His eyes are serious as I stare up into them. Deidara rubs his thumb across my cheek then brings his hand to his mouth. I stay silent as he licks his thumb and pointer finger, a confused gaze on my cheek. I don't move as he begins to rub my cheek bone then moves up to around my eye. I close the eye and keep my other eye trained on his expression.

Deidara pulls his hand away, "Make up…."

"Ahah… yeah… It's nothing," I try to convince him.

Deidara's eyes grow angry but the rest of his face remains composed. His voice is leveled monotone, as if he is watching carefully what he says. "Sakura…Does it hurt."

"I'm alright," I smile at him.

Deidara is silent as he stares at me. I begin to blush and I smile at him "what?"

"Nothing," he says, "go to the bathroom. We're going to go out once you're ready."

I nod and walk away, grateful to get away from him. Deidara stays in the living room while I walk to the bathroom. I shut the door and look at myself in the mirror. It looks as though I never coated my eye and cheek with cover-up. The large bruise is obvious although there is no swelling. Around my eye is light shades of purple and yellowish colors, going lower is yellowish and pink. I re-apply a layer of cover-up. I then put on a light layer of natural pink blush on my cheek bones, then eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara. I take my hair out of its loose pony tail and style it with a clip so some hair covers the sides of my face. In fifteen minutes it looks as though I never had a bruise. I try my hardest to smile, looking forward to Deidara's plans for tonight.

I walk silently out into the living room, where I find Deidara standing in front of the wall shelves. On display are multiple pictures of Itachi and me. Itachi and me laughing. Itachi and me at the beach together, us eating ice cream. A picture of us at a formal dance. Another picture of me smiling. A picture of him kissing me as I blush in shock. And a picture of me holding my stomach, rubbing a large bump.

"I'm ready."

He turns to look at me and smiles. "You're beautiful."

"Thank you."

The tension between us is unbearable but I don't let him know I sense it. I walk over to him and give him a quick kiss on the lips. Deidara wraps his arms gently around my waist, his hold gentle but strong. I tense up, anxious for some reason but kiss him again. Deidara's grip loosens and he kisses me slowly, taking his time as our lips brush against one another. He holds my lower lip in his lips then slides away, only to repeat the action just as gently as before. The kiss seems to last a life time, slow and gentle and simple, until Deidara pulls away and kisses my forehead.

"Let's go Sakura," he whispers and walks over to my apartment door, holding it open for me to walk out, "I made reservations for us."

"Reservations? It is unlike you to go to such planning. I'm not dressed for a formal event," I tease and walk out the door and into the hallway.

Deidara chuckles, "Hey, I can plan ahead!"

I bounce down the hall to the elevator, "You can't even plan what time you're going to eat lunch. There's no way you can plan a dinner date for us."

Deidara steps into the elevator and presses the button for the first floor. The doors close and he leans over me, staring down. Deidara's hands slip into my own and he gently holds them against the wall.

"I can plan for you, hm," he mumbles sensually. I feel a warm heat on my cheeks. Deidara grins.

I giggle and look up into his eyes, a shiver going through me. Deidara presses his lips to mine once again, but this time not slowly. The kiss is much more passionate.

Ding!

He chuckles as he pulls away just as the doors open and an elderly couple walks in.

"Excuse us," Deidara chuckles and leads me out, holding my hand. The couple stares at us as we leave. The old women winks at me. My face heats up more.

"So where are we going," I ask lightly, holding his hand as we walk down the hall to the doors leading outside.

"You'll see beautiful," He opens the door for me and dramatically bows, gesturing me to go out first, "My lady."

I laugh and walk out into the cool evening breeze. Cars race past down the street; the sidewalk is littered with people walking and kids playing games. Cars are parked all along the sides of the street, their owners either in the shops or apartment buildings or working.

Deidara come out to me and wraps a protective arm around my waist, "This way ma'am."

I giggle, "So formal."

"But of course! A fine lady like yourself must be treated with such respect and formality," Deidara replies in a very 'this is obvious' serious tone. He guides me a few cars down my street to his small blue car. I reach for the handle.

"Ah, ah ah!" Deidara quickly lets go of my waist and rushes to open the door for me.

"Oh jeez…" I slip into the car. I watch as he majestically walks around the side of the car, his head raised and eyes barely open as if he is a servant of royalty.

Deidara slips into his side of the car and starts the car. The engine is not a quiet purr as I comes to life, it rattles a bit and startles me in my seat.

"My apologies ma'am. We've been having a bit of car troubles as of late. But I assure you that you will arrive at your destination safely and all in one piece."

I roll my eyes and he turns into the traffic. "Are you going to stop with the formal talking?"

"Why," he teases in his normal voice, "you don't like?"

I look over at him annoyed and ignores the road to give me a sarcastic grin just as he urns onto the busy main road.

"Watch the road!" I shout at him and playfully swat his shoulder. Deidara simply laughs but does direct his attention back to the road.

"Hhhhhmmmmm? Well?"

"Well what," I snap at him.

"Ooohh… Feisty. It's okay, I'll buy you tampons on the way there."

"OH YOU DID NOT!"

"Ah, calm down. I was joking. Joking! I promise! It was only a joke!"

"Don't lie to me, trying to defend yourself! You're laughing your ass off right now!"

Deidara turns to me and smiles softly, his eyes teasing, "I'm laughing at how cute you are when mad."

"WATCH THE DAMN ROAD!"

Deidara laughs harder and watches the road. I huff and cross my arms.

"Are you… pouting? Oh dear…"

I don't respond.

"Sakura, I was joking. It's okay. Please," his voice is filled with concern. I catch him sneaking quick glances over at me, his face upset.

I laugh, "Got you!"

Deidara grumbles something and tries to hide a grin as he turns onto the highway.

We drive in silence, simply enjoying each other's company. After about twenty minutes we get off the high way.

"Where are we," I question as I look out the window at the unfamiliar neighborhood.

"You'll see."

Once again he annoys me, "what kind of answer is that."

"A valid answer," Deidara replies, taunting me.

"Uuuuuhhhhhggggg…."

"You need to learn to have some patients Sakura," Deidara comments lightly.

"Pfft, patients, mhm, I've got that."

"Suuuuuuuuurrreee you do, Beautiful."

I blush again and cross my arms, returning to looking out the window. We turn into the parking lot. I look over at the restaurant. The outside doesn't look like much, but those I see walking in are dressed as though they have money to swim in.

"… I thought you said it wasn't formal…"

"Technically," he turns off the car, "I didn't answer that question at all."

I stare at the entrance as a couple dressed in a clearly expensive dress with diamond jewelry and a fancy suit walk in. I look down at my simple white and pale blue outfit. I'm dressed nice but not fancy.

"Deidara… I can't go in there," I say looking at him completely serious. He's dressed in simply blue jeans and a nice dress shirt.

"Sure you can. I'm taking you, aren't I?"

I shake my head, "Deidara. We are not dressed appropriately. And you don't even have the money to afford to take me to dinner at a place like this!"

His face goes hard, "My money status and situations are none of your concern Sakura."

"Whatever. Ignoring the clear fact that we are not dressed for this place, You and I both know you cannot afford this place. You don't have money Deidara. I know that."

He stares at me long and hard without saying a thing. The stare makes me nervous and I begin to squirm in my seat. "Let's go somewhere else, okay? You don't need to take me here."

"But I want to," he replies simply.

"Deidara…please… this place… It's okay…."

"Sakura," he takes my hands and holds them between his own. We lock eyes, "I want to. You deserve the best. You're the most beautiful women I have ever met and I will treat you the best I can. I may not have lots of money, but I can take you here tonight. I have saved up money to do so. And I want to. It doesn't matter that we aren't dressed in fancy clothing. You don't have to dress up like that to be gorgeous. I want to show them what real beauty is, simple, elegant, natural, beauty. And you are just that."

"Deidara…" I stare at him, shocked into silence. His face is determined, his eyes sincere, his gaze passionate. "I… I don't know what to say…."

"Then don't say anything. Just come inside with me. Have a good time tonight. For once, accept the proper treatment you deserve."

His words sting yet comfort me at the same time. An aching begins to throb inside my heart. A longing, a loneliness, a love, and a pain. Horrible pain.

"You… you must have….saved up for months…." I mumble, looking down. I can't face him. His gaze is too much for me to handle. It makes the ache hurt more.

"That doesn't matter. Please… Let's go inside," Deidara coaxes gently.

I look back up into his eyes, then at our hands, then out the window, then back to him.

"Okay…"

Deidara's grin stretches from ear to ear and he jumps out of his side of the car. He walks over to my side and opens the door for me.

"Your dinner awaits my breath taking lady."

I blush and anxiously step out of the car, taking his outstretched hand. We walk to the doors, with each step I feel myself grow more anxious. We step inside. Classical music is played by a small group off to the left side. Deidara leads me to the front podium where a waiter is going over a booklet.

"Reservation name please?" the man addresses us without looking up from his book.

"The Goddess," Deidara answers, smiling warmly at me.

"Ah yes. Right this way please," he says and leads us into the restaurant. I feel myself tense up as we follow after him. I notice people staring, stopping mid bite and watch us as we pass.

"They're astounded by your beauty," Deidara whispers and begins to rub soft circles into my hand with his thumb.

I'm not so sure that's why they are staring, but I don't respond. The door man seats us in a booth off to the corner in view of the musicians.

"You're waiter will be with you shortly. Thank you for dining with us tonight," he says and walks away.

I watch the man playing the grand piano, my insides racing. Deidara still holds my hand, our arms resting on the table.

"They play nice, don't you think," I question, trying to make conversation and ease the tension once again.

"Yes," he replies quietly, still staring at me only.