Next chapter is up :D I really have now a solid idea for it and hopefully you'll all will find it interesting...
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Flashing lights, colourfully obscuring his vision made Deidara close his eyes, trying to enjoy the techno beat that was blasting away from the speakers around. The DJ wasn't very good, talking too much and cutting songs of at the wrong moment, but no one seemed to care. It was all about letting yourself loose in this place. Getting drunk out of your mind and then pretend you couldn't make the right decisions anymore, going home with someone you normally wouldn't go home with. All lies of course, but Deidara knew how the human mind worked. It was all about rectifying their decisions.
It had taken Deidara a full week before he even dared to go outside and face the world again. All because of his meeting with that one person. He still believed it was some kind of trick He was playing on him. A test, a joke or just because. And if this were the case, then this person would show up in his life again and Deidara wanted to avoid that as best as he could.
But being locked up in your apartment wasn't a great way to live. Especially not when you had a "friend" who insisted on knocking on your door, trying to get your attention. Eventually Deidara had admitted defeat and had the loud guy in, bursting life back into his world. The plan was to go partying tonight and that was what they were doing. Or his friend was at least, rubbing his body against some female he had met a few seconds ago, smirk in place, because he knew he had a biter. It sounded a little sad, but the guy was young and enjoyed it this way. Sex was very enjoyable anyway and even Deidara took a risk sometimes and went home with someone. Not as often as his friend, but it still happened.
As soon as the flashing lights stopped Deidara opened his eyes again, letting them adjust to the dark room they were all in. The bar was pressed against his back and from his position he had a great view on all the people surrounding him. Tonight would not be the night he went home with someone. He was still on edge after his faithful encounter.
Trying to calm his nerves Deidara had taken the opportunity to spread his wings and fly to the next town. He needed a new environment and also money. After sitting at home for about a week it was time to get some extra cash and this time he went for a bigger amount than usual. It was safer to do that in another town. Easy enough to steal it from a local supermarket, flashing a sweet smile at the cashier and snatching it away right from under her nose. It was almost as if time stood still at those moments and Deidara did love the thrill. All in all it had relaxed him a little. Especially the flight home.
Feeling the wind slide through the feathers of his wings, every beat making him glide through the clouds hanging low above the city. And the view was simply extraordinary. He had never really realised it before he got sent down to earth that even this place held its beauty. Where he came from still was far more exquisite, but there wasn't any chance of him going up there again. This was what he had to live with now.
Having enough of watching people hump each other Deidara decided to turn around, facing the bar instead. The bartenders were working frantically, trying to serve everyone at the same time, because complaints meant less tips. Such an awful system, but it worked for the humans. Deidara never had to wait though. He would just simply flick up a finger and before he knew it, someone was there to serve him, male or female. It was just this air he had around him, pulling the humans in like flies. It had been a miracle no one had approached him so far.
'Tequila, please,' he shouted at the bartender and in a flash the guy was gone, ready to make his drink. Deidara just wanted something strong right now. It wouldn't get him drunk, unfortunately. It worked the same as with smoking cigarettes. You could feel the burn running down your throat, whole body warming up, but before it even hit your stomach, it was already cleansed, turned into water as it left your body again. Deidara was really unable to enjoy special things humans loved. It never gave him the same feeling and after watching humans for such a long time, enjoying those things, it hurt a little. Angels had no place in this world.
The little glass was placed in front of him and Deidara handed a few bills to the guy serving him, sending him on his way with a satisfied smile. He had tipped and it had been enough. The smile he had added had of course helped as well to make the guy happy.
Picking up the shot glass he placed it against his lips and then tilted it, letting the liquid slide down his throat. There was that momentarily burn, stinging its way down. Some would cough as soon as the stuff had left their lips. It really was disgusting, but at least it made him feel something, unlike beer or wine. That was something that needed to taste good and it never really did it for him.
A tap on his shoulder made Deidara put down the glass with a sigh, knowing the moment of flirting people had arrived. Even if he did like to go out and have fun, this was one of the reasons he didn't do it all that often. It was better to stay away from humans. Made everything a lot less messy. How many times had he switched phone numbers in his time on earth? Why did he even own a cell? Because apparently his friend needed to stay in contact with him. Deidara could really go without that useless thing. There was no reason for anyone to call him or text him or the others things humans did with the device.
Slowly he turned around, blue eyes moving up to see the person's face and then his breath caught in his throat. The game was still being played…
'You hadn't lied when you mentioned a next time.' The amusement in his voice was also visible on his twitching lips and welcoming shine in those deep dark eyes. That little hint of red flickering behind those long lashes were captivating and for a moment all Deidara could do was stare.
And then with an annoyed look swiftly turning away, making sure to widen the gap between them by a step. The moment he had set foot outside this happened. There was truly no escaping it, was there? Why was this world so cruel to him? Had he really done this much harm to deserve it? Yes, he didn't live a clean life, but he wasn't forced by laws anymore to do so. Everything he did was not necessarily evil. There were only a few things not allowed and those were: Letting anyone know of your true nature. This included simply showing off your wings. Too many questions would be asked and the other might start digging for things they shouldn't. It was too dangerous.
The second thing was murdering humans or abusing them in any way. Deidara was not allowed to take advantage of them a lot and destroy the life they had built. He had been reprimanded for killing that man those years back. It had not been a harsh punishment. They had screened his situation and had understood his anger. The only thing branding him was a long scar running down his back where he was slashed with a burning whip. Very Satan like if you asked him, but he would never voice that thought out loud.
Lastly and maybe most importantly, at least to Deidara, was to not engage a relationship with a human being. You were not allowed to love, because humans would not live forever and if they saw you didn't age, they would ask questions. It brings you back to rule number one. This had not been different from his angelic existence. Even fallen this rule was important and Deidara had followed it perfectly. Never went home with the same person a second time and he never got too attached to his friends either. This one would be gone soon as well.
If you managed to break one of these rules, there would be a severe consequence. God did not take his punishments lightly.
So it was very difficult when the object of your last fall stood right in front of you, trying to break every fibre in your body once more and see what he could do with it. Deidara had seen this soul so many times. In different forms and personalities. It was that light glow in his eyes that made Deidara recognise him. And in all honesty the danger behind this made it all very intriguing.
Still it was not worth it, so Deidara turned his gaze away, glancing over at the dance floor as he ignored every word the human had said. He would not fall for his sweet words. Alluring as he was, Deidara would not fall once more.
And then there was this light touch pressed against his chin, making Deidara's whole body shiver as a hand guided his head towards the human again, forcing him to face the other. 'I believe you are not as thrilled as I am about this next time.' The voice was so deep, vibrating with something sexy. There was something different about him now than the last time they saw each other.
For a second Deidara was caught again, but then swiftly pulled his face away, breaking contact between their bodies. 'And I believe you didn't take my warning seriously enough,' he gritted out. Deidara kept up the annoyed appearance, wanting the guy to leave him as soon as possible. He would not play this game.
As if nothing had happened the human grabbed a lock of Deidara's long blond hair and seemed to be studying it, letting it slide through lean fingers, capturing it before it would fall right through them. 'Perhaps that warning only peeked my curiosity,' the guy answered, smirk tugging at his lips as those dark eyes met Deidara's. 'And I didn't seek you out on purpose, so when I spotted you here I knew it had to be fate. Couldn't let the opportunity slide.' Slightly tugging at Deidara's hair the human pulled him a little closer. Deidara could feel his body heat radiating off of him and it wasn't very pleasant. They should have more space between them.
'I would've appreciated if you had,' Deidara replied, grabbing the lock of hair the human was holding and tugging it out. But of course the guy had been holding onto it tightly and ripped a few strands out. It didn't hurt much, but Deidara did glare at the strands of hair that were now sticking from the guy's hand. What the hell was that for?
Opening his hand the human let them fall to the floor, watching how they disappeared onto the dark dance floor. 'I apologise. Didn't mean to do that.' It was a fake apology. The guy didn't seem to care at all. Where was that friendly person of before? Even if Deidara didn't particularly like this guy, he could still feel that pull, tugging at his body, begging him to step closer. There was something off here, but he couldn't put a finger on it. Maybe it was just his douchebag radar going off. The guy was goodlooking and that automatically had some kind of reaction. It wasn't angelic beautiful, but the human had something.
'Just fuck off.' It was a late reply. Deidara had studied the human's face for too long. The smirk that was still on the guy's lips said enough and he wasn't taken seriously at all.
Again the human reached for Deidara's hair, but this time he was fast enough, swiftly moving out of the way. The hand was slowly lowered again and the smirk had also disappeared, head cocked to the side as the human now took his time to study Deidara. 'I didn't mean to bother you in any way. I was just under the impression that you were interested in me the same way I was in you and that you were merely playing hard to get.' That was a strange thing to say, but perhaps it had seemed that way. With the way Deidara had stared at the human, without being able to utter a word. It left an impression. The hand was raised once more, but this time it stopped moving right in front of Deidara's chest, offering it for a handshake. 'Let's start over. I am Itachi Uchiha, twenty one years old and trying to find my place in this world.'
The hand was never taken and Deidara actually took the liberty of pushing it away, rejecting the guy completely. 'Your place is not here and I was not playing hard to get. Take a hint and fuck off.' His words were harsh and on the inside he actually cringed, but it was needed. Deidara could not do this. His mind had already saved every bit of information he had gotten about the guy. This had been his soul, the one he had taken care off through centuries. There was this bond his still felt between them and even if he would take up the guy's offerings, introduce himself as well and perhaps end up in his bed, it would not end with just one time. Deidara would be hooked, sifting through personal belongings, seeing what the soul was like this time.
Pushing himself off the bar Deidara quickly made his way out of the bar. Hopefully this was the last time they met, because he wasn't sure if he could manage to do this again. Still his name was lingering on his lips, knowing what he was called in this life time. And as he stepped outside, letting the cold air fill his lungs, he murmured it, needing to feel what it would be like if he was allowed to say it every day.
Characters © Masashi Kishimoto
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