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"I hate you, you know."
Even though their was no vocal reply Deidara knew Itachi was awake and listening to him.
"I really do, un"In the beginning the silence use to bother him. He was use to and loved being surrounded by sounds-knowing their was other life around him and interacting with him.
"You know even Sasori-danna speaks more than you, un"Deidara glared at Itachi's sleeping form, he doubted it was the real Itachi; no one could possibly lay so perfectly still. He studied the sleeping form for a moment before getting up to turn on the light. Itachi did not move, not even the slightest twitch of the eyes. Deidara frowned "A clone . . .I knew it un." He flicked the light off and stomped back over to his bed, he was so annoyed he didn't notice there was something different about his bed-it was made. But he did notice there was something on his pillow. Curious and slightly startled he picked the object up and studied it. He didn't need the light on to tell it was some type of bird feather. Deidara was confused for a moment while he thought of how it was possible for a bird feather end up on his pillow so fast. He looked over towards his partner's sleeping form to his surprise the clone was still there unmoved. He frowned feeling both confused and annoyed. The feather hadn't been on pillow when he was on his bed which meant it was placed there when he went to turn on the light. But the clone hadn't moved which meant it was the real Itachi who placed the pillow on his bed. He glared around the dark room for a moment searching for something out of place, for something he could use as proof that the culprit was Itachi. The self proclaimed artist didn't have to wait long to find his proof . .. More like the proof found him.
"A genjutsu" startled Deidara flinched a bit before turning around to glare at his temporary partner. "I knew that, un." He tried not to squirm under the gaze of the sharingan. "Well what the hell do you want, un?" His eyes narrowed once more at Itachi as the Uchiha ignored him to sit down on his bed.
"It's interesting that you chose to ask that question when there are so many other more important questions you could have asked."
"You want me to ask an important question, un? Fine, why the hell are you such an asshole?"
"Would you like me to answer that question from a philosophical point of view or a psychological point of view? Or would you prefer sarcasm?"
"I hate you, un. Get off my bed."
"You are on your bed."
"No I am standing and your sitting on my bed, un."
"Physically your still lying on your bed. Mentally your standing up and talking to me. This is a genjutsu remember?"
"Why are you so talkative, un?"Once more there was silence. Deidara had to admit even though he was annoyed at Itachi he was enjoying their conversation. The genjutsu master was an enigma and Deidara was sure he wouldn't get this opportunity again."To measure your hatred for me."Before Deidara could reply the whole room changed. And he was once more lying on his bed except this time he was alone in the room-no feather to be found.