Summary:This is an Itachi death fic. It centers on the relationship between brothers, unkind truths and choices our values force us to make. It has humor, but in essence it is NOT a happy story. In the end, I hope to touch on what can be learned through death, pain, loss, and suffering. There are no pairings.
This is rated Teen for violence, language and moral content.
Warning:Major swearing in this chapter. Also, dirty jokes dealing with ItaDei, SasoDei, ItaSasoDei... Er, I think that was all. DB
Special thanks to zelda4ever... Because this person is awsome. And their username with stay here until someone reviews... You all suck. DX
At Gun Point Part 4
By Aster Uchiha
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Itachi shifted slightly on the wooden chair. The room was dark and unpleasant, being underground, just as the rest of headquarters was. He cursed softly. 'Just as damned dark and barren in the patients' rooms…' Readjusting his weight again and rubbing the bandages on his head, he ignored the chair's discomfort and watched Deidara hopefully. The blonde was supposed to wake soon.
Just as predicted, he stirred, kicking away the corner of the bed sheets. "Holy hell…" came the muffled curse as he realized he was in a hospital gown. He tried to sit up, but only got halfway there.
"Stay down Blondie," Itachi advised, staring nonchalantly.
Deidara jumped. "Shit! When did you get here?!"
"Been here, dumbass."
"Thanks for the pick-me-up, Uchiha bitch," He drew out the last word, narrowing his eyes, but the glare had little effect with the hatred gone from it.
"You're welcome," Itachi replied quickly, tweaking the corner of his mouth in a sadistic grin.
Deidara shook his head, watching his expressions change. "You're the LAST person I wanted to see when I woke up. I was hoping for some hot nurse or something, but no- I get YOU. A fugly transvestite."
"I don't see any mirrors around here, Blondie." He grit his teeth in triumph.
He was artfully ignored as Deidara fiddled with the dreary-looking gown. "Damn it, I HATE these- All open in the back and shit…" He shot Itachi a wary look. "Don't get any ideas, Uchiha. Keep your hands to yourself."
Itachi laughed softly. "I don't like blondes or transvestites."
"Good, let's keep it that way." Deidara was about to say more, but the door opened, and Sasori entered the room.
"I could hear you two bickering like lovers through the door." He grinned.
"Go fuck yourself," Deidara seethed.
"I think he wants to fuck you, my dear," Itachi answered sweetly.
"Go fuck each other, then- Damn it! Just leave me out of your gay threesomes!" the blonde bit back, already irritated.
"Okay, I've heard about enough," Sasori waved his hands lazily. Then, as the redhead's face fell, things turned serious and the life was sucked from the room. "Deidara… I have some… news."
"Bad, eh?" Deidara crossed his arms and kept his manner relaxed, but anxiety showed in his eyes.
"Your right leg…" He paused, not wanting to continue. "We may have to… take it..." There was a shocked silence through the room. "We may have to amputate your right leg… Deidara, I'm so sorry…"
The stillness was profound, and held them for a while longer, all eyes trained on the yellowing linoleum.
With sudden finality, Deidara tightened his arms over his chest, clearing his throat to command attention. "Look, if it needs to be done, just do it for christsakes. I have a left leg, right?" He grinned at the bad pun.
The other two cracked into reluctant smiles. "Shithead…" Itachi shook his head.
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Shadows of the Hakumei were barely silhouetted in the windy night. The meeting was on a whim, a desperate whim. Consequently, they were standing in an alley somewhere behind a dilapidated bar. Itachi ignored the chill sinking into his bones as he waited beside Sasori. He sighed with an aggravated relief as Pien's shadow arrived.
"Deidara-san will indeed be reassigned, as you asked Sasori-san." Pien's face was invisible in the darkness, but they recognized the low voice. "He is an asset, just as you said. And he's served us well, despite his conflicts." They were nods of agreement amongst them.
Itachi was hesitant ask, but he had to know, "Where has he been reassigned to?" Over time, and through all the threats and insults, they had come to be something along the line friends.
"Weaponry," Pien answered, quickly, adding, "Also, just as Sasori-san suggested." There was a pause, and Sasori could feel Pien eyeing him, even he though couldn't see the man's face. "You seem to be on Uchiha-sama's good side of late."
"I'm glad to hear that," Sasori replied carefully.
"As you should be." His focus turned to Itachi now. "You on the other hand, Itachi-san… You are still are great sense loathing to him. In light of getting one of our more reliable members injured, Uchiha-sama would like to team you with someone… more able to handle to himself."
Itachi's eyes narrowed. 'Someone more able to handle himself than Deidara…? What the hell is he going on about? 'Uchiha-sama' has never liked me… Why does it get under his skin just now?'
"A new recruit is on his way in," Pien raised his head until Itachi could see his peculiar eyes in the faded moonlight. "And he's all yours."
His eyes went wide in surprise, but he quickly tucked the reaction away, swearing under his breath. 'A new recruit? Aw, hell… What the fuck is he thinking?! I can't keep after some shit for brains novice!'
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I apologize for Deidara's fate. I love that guy, but his leg is gone. XC And everybody seems to be hating on Itachi. See if you can guess who's coming to take Deidara's place. I think it's pretty obvious. You have a week to ponder, and I encourage you to take some wild guesses in a review! XD