Back again! Yes, chapter four is coming. I still haven't got writer's block... yet. Hope I don't get it sometime soon!
Kudos to all who replied:
The Inkling.Inc: DeiIta actually isn't that popular. But I'm glad you like it!
Hiruko: Well... Kumiko plays a pretty big part later on... but that's a spoiler!!!
The Lady Morana: Feel free to 'talk' to her any time. Also, here! hands over taiser
Koharurei: FFs are a lot more interesting when you have the main character fighting against an impossible bitch for some reason. And Sasori, well, he has enough hugs for the moment (turns around to look at Sasori who's unconscious in a corner)
He was standing on top of some stage, next to some clay sculpture of a four-legged animal. And elderly man suddenly walked up towards him and inspected the piece of art, "Hmm, quite the artist, aren't you, mister Deidara." He quickly smiled back, "Uh, I appreciate your compliment, but I'm not that..."
"Nonsense, Deidara! In my many years of judging artworks, I've never seen one this unique. That is why I present you with First Prize. Congratulations!" The crowd went crazy with applause. The shock of winning such a big contest struck him like a ton of bricks. He had won, finally beating out the best of the best!
"Congratulations, Deidara." He spun around, before gasping in surprise, "Itachi?" Sure enough, the Uchiha was there, trying to hide the faint blush on his cheeks. Instantly, all thought of the contest was shoved out of his simple mind. The only memory that lingered was the need of him to get to the other Shinobi as fast as possible. He threw his arms open and buried his face into the other's chest.
"Umm..."
"Itachi!" His green eyes filled with tears, "I-I lo..."
"What is it, brat?" He felt his entire body go limp. The entire stage faded away into a slight darkness. Oh god, it was just a dream. Weird! But, why do I suddenly feel like... Both arms were wrapped around something warm.
"How long are you going to act dumb, for crying out loud?" Ahhhh...ummmm... Finally, he forced himself to look up, it's probably not Him, anyways... Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time his instincts failed him. Gazing into those beautiful onyx eyes, he quickly released his victim and backed off the bed in shock. There was a brief crash.
"OWW!" Itachi looked over the side, "Stupid, what were you thinking? Are you trying to kill yourself?" Deidara rubbed the back of his head, before raising his right hand and pointing it at the other Shinobi, "W-what are you doing here?"
"I found you lying asleep in the middle of the living room last night and took pity on your pathetic state." Instantly, Deidara moved in closer, "Quit being sarcastic! You probably just kidnapped me from my room, un? Then dragged me here..." he looked around, "Hey! Where exactly is this place?"
"My room."
"Alright, yeah. So you dragged me to your room and..." he froze there, before yelling, "I'M IN YOUR ROOM?" Deidara got to his feet. Itachi was sitting on some wooden oak bed, with Deidara standing to the left. There was a desk behind it, one of those antique desks, with its contents organized neatly. In fact, Itachi's 'room' looked so clean, that it looked as though no one had ever lived in it.
Then again, with all the girls he stays with, I guess he doesn't really need to have a place to stay. He cleared his throat, "Un, so you brought me to your room, and I slept on your bed while, by the looks of it, you slept next to me, right?" The Uchiha shrugged, "Pretty much." Deidara nodded, "So I got to sleep next to..." then it came into his head. Next moment, he found himself pounding on the door, screaming at the top of his lungs, "RAPIST!!! PREDITOR!!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!! SASORI!!!"
"SHUT UP YOU BASTARD! Goddamit, it's only six in the morning for crying out loud. You'll wake everyone up! And besides, that's the BATHROOM door you're banging on!" A strong hand grabbed his shoulder and steered him towards a door on the right wall, "Here's the exit." Instead, Deidara stood up and grabbed his collar, "How do I know that isn't some kind of trap, un? That door is probably just going to lead to some random room and as soon as I walk in, you're most likely going to lock me in. Then, you're probably going to..."
The very door they were talking about suddenly flew open. Kisame stood in the doorway, rubbing an eye, "Itachi-san, you're too noisy." Both men were silent, until the Uchiha finally replied, "I'm sorry I woke you up, Kisame. Go back to sleep." The fish-man walked out of the room, leaving them alone again.
Itachi tore the younger Shinobi's hands from his collar, "What was I probably going to do again?" He felt his face flushed bright red. Sasori was right in a way: he was WAY to imaginative. But then again, a little imagination wouldn't hurt once in a while.
"Never mind..." He sat right back onto Itachi's bed before letting out a low chuckle. Itachi barely glanced at him, "What is it now?" He cheerfully grinned back, "You look kind of funny in western-style clothes." This however, didn't even faze the other, "I originally slept next to you shirtless." Instantly, Deidara's imagination was triggered and he was forced to hide his embarrassment once again.
"Gah... Sasori was always complaining that I had a habit of suddenly vanishing and popping up in random places. He calls it 'sleepwalking'. Do you really think I suffer from sleepwalking, un Itachi? I just can't see how some people can suddenly get up and walk to some random place. Hey Itachi, do you think someone tried to kidnap me but accidentally dropped me in the living room instead? Un, that's it!" Itachi found himself fighting the urge to whack him on the head. Moron. You will never imagine how happy I would be if YOU got kidnapped. You're just as chatty as Kisame AND Kumiko combined! Dammit!
As he turned to leave, a hand suddenly tugged sharply on his long hair, drawing him back. He spun around in annoyance just to meet Deidara's innocent gaze, "Your hair is long."
"Yes, even a monkey can see that." He shook his head, "No, I didn't mean it that way. It's just I've rarely seen someone with hair this long." He smiled, "You should let it down more often." Yeah, and be mistaken for that moron Orochimaru? You have GOT to be kidding me! However...
"I'll consider it." Deidara smiled, until he found himself lying face-down in front of the door to his own room! He growled, "Fuck that Itachi bastard! He didn't have to kick me out like that!"
Final note: For some reason, I've been spelling Sasori as Sasorie. Guess my hands are also trying to rebel against me.
