Not sure whether to make this the last chapter or not... I don't know. We'll see. No owner status yet, but I'm still trying!

Deidara POV:

The blond slammed the door at the Akatsuki base as he walked into his room, sinking down against one of the walls and crying. He felt numb all over, like ice water had been poured over him. Sasori was banging on his door, but the sound was far away.

The blond sniffed, writing hurriedly.

I don't know... How to start this. Sasori, I guess. You know I'll always love you, but... The world just isn't my place. You know that best out of all of us, and I'm sorry that you've had to put up with me for this long. No. That's not what... Not what I meant. Oh God, I'm useless, even at this. Pein. You were always there for me, and you were my role model. I... I love all of you, is what I'm trying to say. I love you all, and I'm sorry. I love you.

He placed his pen down on his cluttered desk, picking up a kunai. He closed his eyes as the sensation of burning crept across his skin, followed closely by a freezing cold. He pulled the knife from his chest, and took the paper in his hand, feeling weaker and weaker with every second that passed. Eventually, he could feel no more, and his breathing stopped, tears still wet on his face.

Pein slammed through the door, followed closely by Sasori and Itachi. All three of them took in the sight at the same time, but Itachi was the only one to stay shocked still. Pein crossed over to Deidara's body, pulling the paper from his cold hands and reading it with tears streaming down his face. He motioned To Sasori, who knew exactly what the ginger wanted him to do. Pein stood up, clearly in an immense amount of pain. He fixed his gaze on Itachi, who was shocked at the feelings shooting through him.

Itachi Uchiha was guilty.

And not only that, but sad. He didn't want Deidara to die.

Pein was aware of the tears filling Itachi's eyes, but couldn't bring himself to feel sorry for the boy, and instead focussed on helping Sasori take Deidara to the medical wing of the base. Sasori had managed to stop the wound from bleeding quite so much, and therefore Deidara's breathing had returned, albeit shallowly.

"Hey, Pein, I was looking for Dei-" a girl with short purple hair started, but trailed off as she saw Sasori. "Oh my god. What happened?" She told Sasori to put the blond on the floor and ripped off her clock, kneeling on the dusty floor in her knee high boots and black body-con dress. She was fussing over him, and gently injected a liquid the same golden colour as his hair into his upper arm.

Itachi found himself holding his breath, and he stepped closer to the blond until he was kneeling beside the girl. She looked at him, and was shocked when she found that he wasn't Sasori. "Who are... never mind. We don't have time for this. You can be useful, right?" She asked, and Itachi nodded, finding that even through the shock, he could move. "Good. Then grab me three towels and a bowl of hot water. And when I say hot, I mean like... burning. Okay?"

Itachi nodded and stumbled to a bathroom he had passed on the way to the blond's room. He quickly turned the tap on, sticking the bowl beneath it whilst he searched through the cupboards to find the towels. When he had located them, the bowl was almost full, so he simply turned the tap off and returned to the bedroom. He found it empty of everyone except Sasori as he walked in, and the redhead grabbed his arm, saying 'Infirmary' and lapsing into silence. Itachi shook Sasori's hand off of his arm and received a scowl from the older male. Itachi handed the purple haired girl what she had asked for as soon as he entered the room, marvelling at how large it was for a team he knew to only consist of eight people.

His head was in the clouds, and it was only when Pein yelled "Konan, he's flat-lining!" that he began to pay attention. And even then, he didn't have time to think about it before he was put into action by the purple haired girl.

After a day of running around a place he had never seen before, Itachi was tired, confused, but happy the blond was still alive. They may not have been on speaking terms, but Deidara was still his best friend, and it seemed stupid to lose him over something like this. He had been asleep by Deidara's side, when a grating noise woke him up. The noise repeated itself, and Itachi looked up to see that it was Deidara coughing. He grinned, yelling the blond's name and throwing his arms around him, not caring that he had just woken up.

"Itachi? Where am I? Shouldn't I be in a coma or something?" There was a pause, then "Wait, don't we hate each other?"

Itachi shook his head, hugging Deidara tighter and laughing. "No. You're at the Akatsuki base, Deidara. Do you not remember anything?"

Deidara considered for a moment, then shook his head. He sighed, then started to talk. "Well, I guess... I remember some things. I remember portalling back here and sitting in my room. I was writing... I had a kunai... I was-" He trailed off, and looked down at himself. "I guess that didn't work."

"I'm glad it didn't." Itachi blurted out, clapping his hands over his mouth as soon as he had spoken. Deidara raised an eyebrow at him, half of his mouth rising in a smirk.

"Prove it."

"What?" Itachi looked incredulous, but the blond just sat back and repeated the words. Itachi was still looking confused when Deidara rolled his eyes and leaned forward. His eyes locked on Itachi's, and he whispered something to him before locking their lips.

"Careful, I'm addictive."

HEY! It's over, and that saddens me, but now I can get on with the next chapter! See you all there?
~Theoneandonly