YEEEEEEEEEEEEES. ItaDei.
DISCLAAAAAAIMERRRRRR: I do not own the song [I wish, Deidara [dagnabbit, Itachi [ohhhh… or any element of Naruto. However, I do own Gerard Way. Ha ha.
Dedicated to myself, because I wrote it. Think that's stingy? I seem to find myself not caring.
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C U B I C L E S .
Deidara looked down at his hands, sat on his tiny desk, and then looked back up
at the hundreds of tiny cubicles around him. Though he could hear telephones
ringing and rain hitting the grey windows, in his mind there was silence in the
room.
It's the tearing sound of love notes
Drowning out these grey-stained windows
He glanced sheepishly around, even though he knew there was no-one watching.
There never was anyone watching. They were just mindless drones, stuck down in
their cubicles, clones with no sense of humanity and no imagination left. Because
this place crushed people. He stood up slightly, just rising off his chair, and looked
determinedly down the row of identical cubicles. He saw just what he was looking
for two cubicles down.
And the view outside is sterile
And I'm only two cubes down!
He sighed silently and he saw, just over the top of the cubicle, shining black hair
and a stunning, soft, somewhat emotionless face. He sat back down, blushing. The
man never saw him. He admired him everyday, adoring him from just two
cubicles away, but the man never noticed him. Deidara picked up a stack of
papers, shook his white blonde hair out of his cerulean eyes, and started walking
down the row to the photocopier. The man didn't even blink, let alone turn
around, as he passed. Deidara looked down sadly and lifted up the photocopier
top.
I'll photocopy all the things that we could be
If you took the time to notice me
As he walked slowly back down the row, Deidara noticed that the man had turned
around and was facing him, while taking objects from his desk and roughly
shoving them into a box on his lap. As Deidara walked past, the man gave him a
heart-stopping smile and Deidara noticed deep, obsidian eyes looking back into
his own. He turned slightly pink and smiled back, then continued down the row.
He sat in his chair, blushing furiously, devastated. He was leaving. The man was
leaving. Why else would he be clearing out his desk? Deidara put his head on his
hands and cursed himself for being so shy around the stunning man.
But you can't now
I don't blame you
And it's not your fault that no-one ever does.
He looked up, close to tears, and cursed himself again for being so weirdly
obsessive. He didn't even know the man's name. Over the top of the blank wall of
his cube, he saw the man stand up and begin to walk away. Deidara span around
on his chair, trying wildly to formulate some kind of plan. Deidara looked over the
top of the cubicles and saw the man shake hands with someone he didn't
recognise. He stood up hurriedly and began to make his way, as calmly as possible,
down the endless rows to the watercooler. He leaned on the wall and, smirking,
put his foot slightly out. As the dark-haired man turned, his foot collided with
Deidara's and he tripped onto the floor, the cardboard box tumbling from his
elegant hands. Deidara quickly swapped his smirk for an expression of mock
surprise as he bent down, apologising profusely, to replace the man's belongings
back in the box.
"I'm sorry, yeah. I, I didn't see you…"
The man looked up at him with one eyebrow raised.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Deidara's eyes widened. He hadn't been expecting that response.
"I, no, I mean, I just…"
The man smiled smugly and put his right hand out.
"Uchiha Itachi."
Deidara breathed a sigh of relief and took the man's hand in his own.
"Deidara. Just Deidara."
"Well, Deidara-san…did you do that on purpose…?"
"Uhhhhhhhhh…no, yeah."
"No yeah? And that would mean?"
"…uhh…no, un."
Itachi shook his head.
"Fine."
He gathered up the last of his belongings and stood up.
"Well, I'll be seeing you around, cutie."
He winked and strutted out the door, leaving a confused Deidara alone once
more.
But you don't work here anymore
It's just a vacant 3 by 4
And they might fill your place, a temporary stand-in for your face
This happens all the time, and I can't help but think I'll die alone.
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A/N: Yes indeed. There won't be a sequel, so, I'm sorry if you want one. Well, if you persuade me hard enough [Itachi: heh heh then maybe I'll write one. But, yeah, review and all that. If you haven't heard the song, then listen to it, it is AMAZING. Aufwiedersehen, my friends : much love x