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Everytime We Touch

Deidara's first request was that Itachi activate his Sharingan in order to make the memorization process of the steps and technique go faster. After their arms were positioned correctly (Deidara holding one of Itachi's hands, his other on Itachi's shoulder with aforementioned Sharingan expert holding Deidara closely around the waist with his free arm) Deidara reached back and pressed play on the CD player. As the sweet piano music filled the small space of Deidara's room, the blond began to gently lead Itachi through the steps, memorizing movements, lyrics and mannerisms as he went.

"I still hear your voice, when you sleep next to me.

I still feel your touch in my dreams.

Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why.

Without you it's hard to survive."

Itachi was an enigma and a difficult person to know. In contrast, the blond hadn't been difficult to get to know. All it had really taken was sitting next to him at breakfast one day and it was like they were best friends. Deidara could recall the entire experience.

Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.

And everytime we kiss I swear I can fly.

Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.

I need you by my side.

'Cause everytime we touch, I feel this static.

And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky.

Can't you feel my heart beat so, I can't let you go.

I want you in my life.

17-year old Itachi Uchiha had walked into the crowded dirt-floored room, looking for a place to sit. Kisame was a no-go, he was chatting up the Leader. Sasori, one of the more likeable (in Itachi's not-so-humble opinion) was talking to that freaky Orochimaru guy. There was only one spare seat and it was next to a blonde girl who Itachi had never spoken with or noticed in his life.

"Hey, how are ya, yeah?"

Deep voice? Was this really a girl?

"Um... I'm... fine, Miss...?"

"EEEK! So cuuuute! Sasori-danna!" The blond(e?) waved at Sasori from a few seats away. "This one thinks I'm a girl too!" Apparently, this was a guy. Giggling like mad, he turned back to Itachi. "I'm Deidara, from the Rock Village, yeah."

"Itachi Uchiha, Leaf Village."

They shook hands and Deidara's hand hesitantly licked Itachi's palm.

Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky.

They wipe away tears that I cry.

The good and the bad times, we've been through them all.

You make me rise when I fall.

Itachi had been fairly hard to know and made himself that way purposely. All he had made public to the Akatsuki was that he had murdered his entire family except for his brother. But Deidara had learned one other thing.

Itachi cried at night.

'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.

And everytime we kiss I swear I can fly.

Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.

I need you by my side.

'Cause everytime we touch, I feel this static.

And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky.

Can't you feel my heart beat so, I can't let you go.

I want you in my life.

Deidara, as the collective Akatsuki had learned, was a night person and a, "bedtime pisser," as Hidan had put it. On one of his late-night bathroom-breaks, Deidara meandered by Itachi's room and heard a light repetitive noise. He paused outside the bedroom door and listened. At first, he thought the noises were sounds of sexual ecstasy. Far from it, Deidara realized. It was the sound of pain-staking sobbing. He was a hardened killer, certainly. Murder was like dancing to him now; An artform. However, concern was an artform that only humans possessed and, wildly talented though he was, Deidara was still human.

Pushing open the door, he was greeted with Kisame dead asleep on his back. The sharkman snored loudly and his tongue lolled around outside his mouth. Disgusting, Deidara thought and turned his attention to the other person in the room. Itachi. The new kid, as of two weeks ago. He was lying prone on his bed, covered only by a thin linen sheet and his own chail-mail shirt. And he was clearly the one who was crying. Deidara sat down about an inch away from Itachi and petted the boy's supple back until the sobbing went down to whimpers and finally ceased.

In the mornings, no one noticed the red eyes thanks to the Sharingan, but the petting became a ritual for Deidara.

'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.

And everytime we kiss I swear I can fly.

Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.

I need you by my side

'Cause everytime we touch, I feel this static.

And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky.

Can't you feel my heart beat so, I can't let you go.

I want you in my life

As the music ended, Deidara found Itachi wrapped around him tightly. Unusual behavior by any Akatsuki standards, plain weird by Itachi standards. The taller man exhaled gently. "I-Itachi..."

Itachi felt his color return as he let go of his dance partner. "Deidara... Would you mind...?"

"Un...?"

"L-le... let," he cleared his throat, only partially ridding himself of an obstruction in his throat. "Letting me... k-k..." Another throat clear, followed by a strangled, "Would you mind letting me kiss you?"