Hey mina-san~ Sorry for not updating this story on here very often. I keep forgetting I have it up on this site as well as my writing journal (artisticallyset).
I feel I need to make note, just in case people get confused... I started to rewrite this story for , which is why I think it's taken me so long to update it. I decided to stop doing that, so I'm just posting the chapters as they have already been written... If I mixed a few things up in the rewrites vs originals, I'm sorry haha
Anyway: Chapter 4!
Pressing his face into the pink and turquoise pillows was all he could do to suppress his giggles. If he could cry from laughter, he was sure his pillow would be soaked. If only he could change his appearance to something familiar to the legends of his kind to tease the young brunette. He was rather pleased with himself for his decision to leave him alive. Itachi was so adorable and fun to spy on, even though he had to rely on his other senses to tell him what the boy was up to. Itachi was very nervous out of his norm, but so brave. The fear rose when he figured out what the packets in the fridge were, but he didn't run away. Perhaps he didn't know what they were for, but still that was very disappointing. Deidara would have enjoyed hunting him down, playing his fears until he broke him. Instead Itachi was waiting for him, wanting to know and get it over with, instead of running and hiding.
Poor boy would have to wait quite a while for him to emerge.
With the final rays of the sun descending behind the buildings, Deidara rose from the bed in the extra bedroom. He didn't bother dressing the bed in it's brightly colored sheets and blankets, but did slid himself in a robe. Walking around his home nude might not be good for now. Later probably. Itachi hadn't ventured far enough into his home to find the clothes he'd been wearing. He would fetch them for him.
Exiting the safety of his day room, Deidara took the time to examine his flat. The electricity had been left on because Deidara hadn't been aware of how long Itachi would sleep. Waking up in a dark and strange home was rather frightening. Being bored was a very dangerous thing, so he had done the same with his study, but the brunette hadn't gone passed the kitchen. With a cheerful 'good evening' to the boy watching him like a hawk, he walked into the other bedroom and changed.
Stepping into the room dressed in a pair of shorts that were questionably short and boots that came up to his knees with thigh high socks that continued out of them. His t-shirt was hanging loose but fashionable off his shoulders as he stood by the door looking at Itachi. "Your clothes are folded on top of the dryer in the laundry room," he told Itachi. "Help yourself to my study, but get some sleep and eat, un. I will return later tonight."
"What are you going to do to me?" Itachi asked, clearly startled by the dismiss.
"I haven't decided yet," Deidara replied with a smirk, closing the door behind him, leaving the brunette alone. It was for his own good. If he had to decide right now what to do with him, well he might not wake up tomorrow.
Exiting the apartment, he walked down the street looking for something to catch his eye. He found himself not wanting another taste of Itachi yet now that he thought about it. The boy was unique, like rich butter. He had never heard of bodies like his own changing, but it felt as though he could get fat from feeding off him. The world was full of opportune meals. No sense in wasting something so soon.
Down the streets of Tokyo, he was alone in a crowded city, an unknown face among the slanted eyes and oval faces. There were many different kinds of creatures in this world, his kind thrived in cities where anonymity made them safe. There were other creatures that lived here too. Deidara could see the signs of inhuman activity that would be no more then an unmarked door hidden away from the street lights. It was to these he went, entering despite the being that attempted to throw him out. Foolish News. He couldn't tell a human from a non.
"My apologies," the bartender said as Deidara approached. "My New is still in training."
"I can see that," Deidara said with a nod.
The bartender had the appearance of a middle aged Japanese man with a slight beer belly and gray in the dark hair, but Deidara could see what the humans couldn't. Smell what couldn't be smelled. The bartender smelled of wood and trees under the smell of alcohol. The fey always surprised him when they were found inside of cities, the metal usually scared them away, but he supposed the Japanese had less metal, especially in this area then other cities. "You're not with the Master," the man observed as he handed him a glass of wine.
"I am not a were," he replied with a small smile. "I do not need to be with the Master to travel. But I am new to the city, is there any limits I should know about?"
"All Bloods must go through the Master to get their meals from what I know," he replied as Deidara took a drink from the wine glass.
"You're well informed," Deidara praised instead of thanking him for the information. Never thank a fey, they think they can order you around if they think you're in their debt. Paying for his drink, he stepped through the beings that smelled of nature under their Glamour.
It was hard for him to stay out when he knew there was a boy in his own apartment that tasted delicious and could be quite a lot of fun. He needed to eat though, especially if the Master was keeping such a tight eye on the occupants. However, being a visitor to the city, he should have received a formal greeting from the Master himself. How rude. Not that he ever really listened to authority, but a Master with no manners deserved none of his respect.
It took Itachi several minutes until he was able to move again. The blond had floated out from behind the closed door as though nothing had happened the night before, but something about the way the blond had spoken to him sent icy terrors shooting down his spine. Everyone knew you weren't supposed to follow strangers, but now that Itachi had learned his lesson, he would never get a chance to put his new found realization to the test. Now he was prisoner to someone who's first appearance had the innocence of a child. The boy looked no older then maybe fifteen, but flashes of hungry eyes and blood covered teeth filled his mind's eye and drove away any innocence the blond had when he first saw him. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to block it out.
What was he?
Sucking on his tongue to try and moisten his dry mouth, Itachi finally rose and took a breath. It was getting later. The clock on the stove read 2:16 AM, but there was no way he was going to sleep. Not until he was sure he had a lock on the door to his bedroom.
With nothing else to do, he walked into the kitchen and made a few more frozen waffles. This time he opened the cabinets which were free of any suspicious items, but also sadly free of food. There was syrup though, which he poured on his waffles before walking into the study. Stopping short in the doorway, Itachi stared wide eyed at the room before him.
There were... books... so many books. New books, old books, fiction and nonfiction. Law books, anatomy, books on cars, languages, stock markets, history, science. Stumbling dazed into the room, he set his plate down on the desk and fingered over the volumes. There were several in a different languages, one that looked like English, another similar, but he didn't know any other language then his own Japanese... He'd always wanted to know another, but his student loans didn't cover anymore then the classes he had to take for his major. As he examined the books, he decided that either the blond enjoyed collecting books in foreign languages, or he could speak at least eight different languages, maybe more. How could someone so young have learned so much? Finding a book in Japanese, he sat down at the desk in the comfortable black chair and opened it up, reaching over to nibble on his waffles as he read.
He was so intent on his reading that he didn't hear the door open and close, didn't notice the person entering the study until very pale arms wrapped around him from above, making him jump. As he looked up, all he could see was blue eyes and long blond hair spilling over in a curtain around them. Deidara was examining him and the book in his hand. Could he tell his heart beat was quickening? Was that was he was smiling about? Or was it the fact that he was reading about a kidnapping mystery.
"You like mysteries?" Deidara asked, caressing his arms gently in a way Itachi was sure was supposed to be loving, but he couldn't shake the feeling of danger that made his hair stand on end. Deidara seemed to notice that. Stepping around the chair, Deidara knelt in front of him and stared into Itachi's eyes intently. "Are you afraid?"
His mouth parted to answer an honest 'yes', but he found himself second guessing himself. Deidara was looking at him with his large, European eyes the color of the sky on a cloudless day. Those eyes were so beautiful, Deidara would never hurt him. After all... Itachi wanted to be here.
Wait. What?
Itachi blinked in confusion of his own thoughts. "Yes," he replied finally, "may I go home now, please?"
Deidara looked equally confused for a moment but it slipped away quickly. "What would you go back to?" he questioned. "You weren't having too much fun there, were you?"
"I have school," Itachi argued. He didn't need friends or people to lean on.
"I can teach you."
Itachi stared at him, the disbelief rising again. Deidara looked so young, how could he possibly know more then he did. However the surroundings of the expensive apartment and clothes, the books... it was hard to tell. "Who are you?" Itachi asked, his voice smaller then he liked.
"Deidara," the blond replied.
Itachi frowned. "What are you?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"..." Itachi looked down at him then swallowed quietly. "If you're going to kill me, I wish you'd get it over with."
"You want to die?" the blond questioned, innocence in his tone gave him chills. This child... this man... could kill him while smiling at him.
"I didn't say that," Itachi swallowed. There was that pull again as he looked down at the blond, but he blinked it away. The blond was playing with him. It was very faint, but he could see the slight glint of amusement in his face.
"Didn't deny it either," Deidara noted. "You didn't seem to care last night, hmmm... You're frightened of me, un."
"You kidnapped me and did something strange to me last night and threatened me if I left," Itachi argued averting his eyes from the blue ones below him. "Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"What ever you are trying to do with your eyes," Itachi said.
The blond said something darkly in a rough language Itachi didn't recognize, but he stood straight and lessened the intent of his eyes. "You are to stay here, Itachi. Read my books, eat and sleep, but you came to me willingly and you will leave when I say," the words were strong and intense, Itachi didn't know what it was, but it made him sink deeper into the chair, his heart racing. Deidara seemed to sense it, or hear it, Itachi wasn't sure by his reactions, but in a startling motion, Itachi was suddenly cradled in his arms. There were soft cooing words in his ear, but they only made Itachi more nervous.
"Are you going to bite me again?" Itachi asked when he was put down on the bed he'd woken up in.
"Hm, so strange. You shouldn't remember any of that, un," Deidara mused to himself as he slid in bed next to Itachi.
"I... I am not tired," Itachi said, sitting up. He really didn't want to repeat last night.
"You are lying," Deidara said, watching him closely. "Very strange..."
"What is strange?" Itachi asked.
"Because you're scared."
Why wouldn't he be scared? He had been kidnapped and held by someone who kept packets of blood in the fridge. "How old are you?" Itachi asked, trying to divert from himself in hopes of calming himself down.
"Sixteen and a half," Deidara replied with a little grin that made Itachi think there was more to it then the blond was willing to say.
"Where are you from?"
"Germany," Deidara replied, more casually. With a glance at the thickly covered windows, he rose and walked to the door. "Get some sleep," he ordered before leaving, shutting the door behind himself.
Itachi stared after him and let out the breath he had been holding. He wasn't just scared, he was terrified. The last time he had been this scared he had been six years old and his house was broken into. Reaching up, he pressed his palms into his eyes trying to push the memory out of his mind. He wasn't sure which situation was worse, but comparing wouldn't do anything to help. He was exhausted, but he couldn't sleep. As he walked into the main flat, he saw the time on the stove.
5:26 AM
Damn. Itachi couldn't remember ever being awake for this long. He was tired, so tired... but didn't dare sleep. He didn't know if Deidara would leave him alone the same way he had the day before, but it appeared as though the blond had retreated to the room behind that closed door as he had earlier... or yesterday, he supposed. He was missing two days worth of school... eight classes. Walking into the kitchen, he made himself more waffles with a slight frown. Waffles were severely lacking in protein and nutrients he required for someone his age and his stomach was informing him of that as he ate the syrup traps. Entering the study he sat down in the chair Deidara had taken him from and resumed his reading until exhaustion finally overcame his fear and he fell asleep with his head on the desk.
When he opened his eyes again, he was shocked into awareness by a familiar pair of blue eyes staring at him. Deidara was laying his head down on the desk apparently mimicking his own position. Itachi sat up and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't wanted to sleep, but had no idea how long he'd dozed off. It felt like a while.
"Your stomach has been growing a lot," Deidara informed him, intently studying him from the desk surface.
"I'm hungry," Itachi answered before he could stop himself. He hadn't wanted to admit anything to his captor either. His willpower shouldn't be so weak after only thirty some hours.
Deidara lift his head off the desk so he could tilt it to the side. "But you've eaten." It wasn't an inquiry. Deidara knew he had eaten the waffles.
"..Waffles aren't very nutritious," he mumbled to the blond, looking down at the desk.
"Ah," Deidara said. Apparently he hadn't thought of that. "Well then lets go get you something to eat."
"What?" Itachi asked, eyes widening.
"Go on," Deidara said, making a shooing motion towards the main flat. "Go take a shower and get dressed, un."
"You're letting me out?" Itachi stammered, confused by the blond's sudden decision. "Aren't you worried someone will see me?"
The small twitch of his lip on those pink lips made his stomach slowly rise in his throat. How could the slightest slip of expression like this make him feel so much? Whatever it was, it made him extremely nervous. "I doubt anyone is looking for you," Deidara told him. "Your school thinks you split. And your roommates don't even remember you leaving them that night. No one cares that you're gone, un."
His stomach that had risen in his throat suddenly dropped down to his toes. The happy expression on Deidara's face was polar different from how Itachi felt. No one cared that he was gone. No one... remembered? What about his clothes? His books? The picture on his nightstand? He wouldn't have just left them there. No one cared at all? He was alone. Completely and entirely alone in the world. He always knew he wasn't close to anyone, in fact he did everything he could to stay away from other people, but his teachers ... his roommate? No one cared that he had just disappeared? No one? He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "What about my things? My picture frame ... my books."
"I've already got them for you," Deidara told him. "I burned your clothes though. They were old and not very good quality."
Itachi let out a sigh of relief then leaned back in the chair. So his things were safe, but he had no where to go now. If he left this apartment and got away, he would have nothing. He didn't have the money to support himself.
"Am I going to have to throw you in the shower myself?" Deidara asked, folding his arms after his patience drained from waiting for Itachi to do something on his own. "It's not as though your life was worth anything before I found you, un."
"That is not comforting," Itachi murmured, rising off the chair and went into the bedroom to shower like he had been told.
The bathroom was one of the few places he had not explored. Now that he was inside, he examined it, attempting to take his mind off of the current situation. The bedroom had more scented bathing products then he had ever seen outside of the store. He meant to be quick so the blond didn't wait but he ended up taking the time to smell each of the bottles before he found one he favored and showered. It felt good. He cringed a little to think of how long it had been since he last had, but he was clean now.
Quickly drying himself off, he tied his hair back and dressed, then slipped out to where Deidara was waiting for him. The blond took a deep inhale as he walked by, smiling as he pulled on his shoes and walked out to the elevator.
"What are you drinking?" Itachi asked as the elevator doors closed.
"...Medicine," Deidara replied. "I am unable to consume and digest foods properly."
"Is it the same condition that makes you unable to go out in the day?" Itachi asked, suddenly very aware that they were alone in a small elevator. And that Deidara was staring at him with a nerve racking intensity. Instead of answering him, Deidara took another sip through the curly zigzagging straw. Itachi swallowed nervously when he finally looked away with the opening of the doors.
How strange.
How very strange.
Not only did Itachi remember what happened the other night, but he was meeting his eyes and was still frightened by him. Was he completely immune to his powers? Deidara had heard of people who's minds weren't as stable as it should be being able to sense things most couldn't. Perhaps Itachi's mind was not stable... be he was exceptionally smart so that didn't sleep too likely.
Sucking up the last of his drink, he disposed of it into a trashcan on the streets. It wasn't as bad as it sounded. He supposed microwaved blood tasted similar to how frozen dinner was compared to a home cooked meal. Itachi was suspicious; such a smart boy not to question what he said. Itachi would figure things out, but Deidara wasn't going to speed that along just yet.
Itachi proved frustrating to shop with, but fun to shop for. Deidara had decided to go clothes shopping before they shopped for food, but Itachi didn't want to shot in the stores Deidara took him to. He ignored his protests and had the associates measure him while he browsed the store, picking things out that he believed would look best on him.
"These things are too expensive," he told him in a quiet voice so the associates wouldn't hear.
"Don't be silly," Deidara said, taking the armful into the changing room and hung them up for Itachi to try on. He sat down to watch, hiding the amusement on his face at Itachi's slight horror when he wasn't leaving him privacy to change.
The little movements, the fidgets the brunette had were so adorable Deidara couldn't help but watch him. When he finally was dressed in the clothes picked out for him, Deidara gave him an approving nod. "We will get these," Deidara told him.
"N-no..." Itachi insisted. "They're too expensive. There's a thrift store a few streets down, can't we go there?"
"These are much better quality, un," Deidara informed him, picking the articles of clothing that he didn't need Itachi to try on now. He knew Itachi's size and saw what looked good on him. He could pick things out on his own. "Please change back into your clothes. We have a few more stops to make, un."
Once again, Itachi waited in hopes that Deidara would let him change in peace, but Deidara did no such thing. He watched him change out of the clothes, hurriedly pulling his pants on, Deidara shook his head and stood up, taking a step towards him that the naked eye couldn't see, his arms wrapping around Itachi's naked torso. The muscles under his hands tightened as the scent of fear rose off Itachi's skin. "So modest," he murmured against his shoulder. "You have a beautiful body, why do you hurry to hide it, un?"
"I disagree," Itachi said quietly. "I am not anything special. I don't understand your generosity."
Deidara smiled against his warm skin. "You shouldn't look down on yourself, Itachi. You're sexy enough to eat, un," he said, laughing softly as Itachi jumped, trying to leap away from him, unsuccessful in Deidara's gentle but firm arms. "Relax."
"I do not want to be bitten again," Itachi said tensely, but he didn't fight Deidara's grasp when he found he couldn't escape.
"It doesn't hurt," Deidara reminded him, but the brunette shook his head.
"Please let me go," Itachi said, swallowing softly.
Deidara sighed and let go of him. "Put your shirt on, and think of what kinds of foods you'd like to eat, un," he picked up the clothes he'd decided to get for Itachi and left him alone.
"Is there anything else you'd like tonight?" the associate asked Deidara as he approached them.
With a smile, he held out the items he'd picked out and paid for them with his card. As the woman was packaging the clothes carefully, Deidara called a driver to follow them on the streets to hold their bags. Itachi came up behind him, trying to be quite, but Deidara heard him clearly. Motioning for him to follow him outside again, setting the bags into the car that pulled up. Leaning down to the open window, he spoke to the driver, explaining what he wanted him to do, then stood back to face Itachi.
"Shoes," he said with a short nod. "Then the food store."
Deidara concluded that Itachi had never had someone buy things for him before. Perhaps didn't even have the means to buy himself nice things. He didn't understand what the problem was with accepting someone's generosity, but then again he had never been without. In the grocery store, Itachi tried to convince him to buy the cheap microwave dinners in the frozen section, but the brunette's complaint about nutrition had drawn Deidara's attention. Ignoring Itachi's urges, he read the back of boxes to check. None of them looked very nutritious.
Deidara hadn't cooked a meal in quite a few years. Quite a few decades actually, but he was debating keeping, so perhaps he should reawaken the skill. Aisle number four had a few cook books which he sat down in the cart. Itachi pushed it after him as he led the brunette, gathering ingredients that he recalled being delicious together. Itachi looked appalled at the number printed on the monitor at the check out counter but Deidara didn't bat a lash. Nor did he do so when he had purchased Itachi's clothes.
Stepping up to the edge of the curb, Deidara spoke quietly to the driver, giving him instructions. The man was to take all the bags to the apartment and have the front desk leave them just inside the door. He was vaguely aware that his companion was hanging off to the side. Was he going to attempt an escape or was he simply overwhelmed by the amount of new things Deidara had bought from him? Either way he could have said 'thank you' at least, he thought grumpily. Stunned or not 'thank yous' were important.
It approached so quickly, he barely had time to notice it. Stupid. He shouldn't have let his guard down. Whirling around with a snarl, Deidara turned towards Itachi and leapt.
There was a woman walking down the street towards them, her eyes on Itachi and his own on her. The curious expression on his face gave way to what she was attempting to do, but failing as Deidara had. The eyes of his kind pulled you in so that you knew nothing but them, nothing except that you'd do anything they wanted, just because they wanted. But Itachi seemed immune to this, but she still held his attention, just as Deidara had the first night they'd met. Unlike when the two of them had met, the woman wasn't alone. It was a cheep trick in Deidara's mind, a weakness to hunt in pairs, but he'd heard of some taking mates so perhaps this was what the two were. The man was jumping Itachi as the woman held his gaze. That man was where Deidara struck, the impact making a thundering sound like close striking lightning. Itachi jumped from it, the trance broken as he stared wildly around for the source, but the two men were already separated and starting darkly at each other.
"You're stopping me from what is mine?" the man demanded in a quiet, but cold voice.
"Your rudeness overrules your right, un," Deidara said in an equally cold tone. Behind him, Itachi's startlement and uneasiness made even him want him just as bad as the first night he smelt him. It was torture to have him so close, but nothing Deidara couldn't handle. He wasn't some new born with no control over his hunger. "I accept him as your payment."
"You are required to pay tribute to me!" the man growled. Smugness poured onto Deidara's face. For such a well established city, it's master was far too new for his taste.
"As Master of the City, you are required to greet the arrivals of your city," Deidara replied. "I accept him as your apology and as your greeting into your domain. If you will excuse us, I know you would also prefer not to disrupt the night in such a public area, un."
Turning to Itachi, he motioned for him to walk. Despite the hesitance of it, Itachi's stride was much longer then his. Itachi kept looking back at them, then at Deidara, his eyes begging for an explanation to what had just happened, but Deidara didn't respond to them. Not at least until they were a block or so away from the apartment. Then Deidara had Itachi in an alley against the stone wall with the effort of a single step. Itachi tensed and struggled helplessly against him, but Deidara had his neck exposed and his mouth on him instantly. The sharpness pierced into his skin with ease, the sharp cry of pain from Itachi made it vibrate under his mouth. As the venom poured into his system, that cry turned into a deep moan that the brunette tried to cover up in embarrassment. If was useless though, Deidara could smell the arousal on him. Feel it against his hips.
It was rude to take without asking, but Itachi had been conning him on to do it all night. Even if it was unintentional. His nervousness, his fear. It made the scent of him twice as strong. He wanted more, so much more, but he forced himself to let go before he went to far. Catching Itachi as he collapsed against him with a shudder, Deidara smirked. Even if that Master tried to take him back, Deidara would have fought for his right to him. He would never give up something so delicious. Perhaps he would mark him as his own.
Itachi either couldn't move, or didn't want to move, Deidara couldn't tell which. He ended up carrying him inside and to the elevator, giving the front desk staff a sheepish grin as though his companion had in taken too much drink. Once they got in the room, Deidara ignored the bags waiting for them and took Itachi to the bedroom.
"What did you do to me?" Itachi gasped finally. "What are you people? You can't... barter humans as payment!"
Smiling, Deidara reached up to slowly tear off Itachi's shirt. It was old. He didn't need it anymore. "You'd be surprised... what we can do," he told him, hands reaching down to work out the buttons of his pants, still tight from the erection his bite had caused. "You're mine now."
"What?" Itachi gasped, reaching down to grip his pants to keep Deidara from pulling them off. "What does that mean? Who are you? Who was that guy? What the hell is going on?"
Deidara stopped what he was doing and looked up at him. Those dark eyes were staring at him with an intense ferocity. People ask questions without really wanting to know the answer. They ask because they can't sand knowing, but the answers don't bring the relief they hope. Itachi was looking for relief, he could see it in his eyes, Deidara's answers would do no such thing. With sigh, Deidara finished pulling off Itachi's pants – by means of tearing them off – as well as his shoes. Tucking him into bed, Deidara gave a satisfied nod, then left the room to put away the groceries and open one of the cookbooks, finding something that had the appearance of looking delicious and started cooking. He felt Itachi's confusion and frustration in the other room, but the brunette was quite obedient and stayed put, falling into a fitful sleep not long after.