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The day went on to night and night went on till mourning without Deidara or Itachi seeing each other. Though when Itachi walked out of the hall Deidara walked out about the same time. They both stopped when they saw each other at the same time. There was an awkward silence between them. Until one of them spoke finally.
"Don't be thinking any funny thoughts you weasel, un." Deidara said making an irritated face.
Itachi could laugh, but he held it in. He could tell Deidara was just trying to make himself look irritated which made him look cute in Itachi' eyes.
"I don't think there funny at all...dear." Itachi said joking with him a bit.
"I am not your dear!" Deidara yelled blushing a dark red.
"Then whose are you?" Itachi said calmly back.
Deidara blinked at him. He was trying to think of a clever comeback, but nothing good came to mind.
"I'm no one's dear and never will be, un." Deidara said a bit cold.
"You can be mine. My arms are open for you Dei-koi." He said his voice was softer than normal. In face everything seemed different. His ice cold features had melted.
Deidara blushed even more having the new nick-name. He looked up from the ground. The offer so tempting to him. He then looked in his eyes. The ones he hated and wanted to scare, but now he couldn't take his own eyes off of them. They had a new meaning to Deidara now. Something he never knew those eyes could have. Something he now wanted to capture. Their new meaning...
Beautiful