Series: Naruto
Setting: AU
Prompt: 28. ワダカルシウムCD3 (Wada Calcium CD3)
Rating: T
Word Count: 2, 361
Warnings: Sexual References
Summary: When you wake up, there are some people you wish were not by your side.
Anyone But You
Did anyone catch the number of that bus? Because he sure did not. It felt like every bone had been crushed and shattered into thousands of pieces, well all of them except for his little toe on his right foot which felt surprisingly ache free. Therefore, every bone except for one hurt to be more accurate.
That told him straight out that he was not dead, the insatiable agony tearing him from the inside out had him screaming out for painkillers in his mind or maybe to anyone around that might listen to him. But first there would have to be that pesky job of opening his eyes up to at least know exactly where he was. He prayed like hell that it wasn't the hospital or worse, on one of those breathing machines that you saw all the time. Wait a second… how did he hurt again?
He was afraid to open his eyes up to look around, keeping them closed for a moment longer listening for the sounds around. There was close by sounds of running water. Maybe he was in some kind of dark basement dungeon tied up as a love slave or he could be back in the year 1985 that would start his magnificent journey through time. Okay that was a bit too farfetched.
Slowly, his eyes cracked open to survey where he was. There was no ugly hospital decal, no bleeping noises, no musty smell and no women lingering over him to tell him that he was hit by a car, later to be revealed that she was his mother. That made him sigh in relief.
Bringing himself to sit up slowly, the sudden jolt of pain through his frame almost crippled him but steadily he pushed on until he was fully sitting upright. The bed was enormous - enough to fit three people at least -, the single bedroom he was in decorated with a few classy black and white photography that wasn't of any real subject. Something that he could admire but it just reeked of the impulse purchases of the rich, thinking that they knew what art really was by the price of the tag on it. Alarm clock, a set of drawers, walk-in cupboard and yet still the floor shown in huge patches thanks to the spacious interior. He could fit his entire apartment into this one room.
The expensive silk sheets glided with ease onto the mattress with a shift towards the edge of the bed, wanting to explore the mansion or to at least the occupant. Shaking steps once he arrived to his feet, cautiously testing the boundaries of pain as he tread through the rooms, admiring the softness on his bare feet. Just the same as the bedroom, the main room was no different. Endless space as far as he could see, expensive furniture, the television that brought him to salivation with the magnitude of its size. The kitchen he was not at all interested in investigating but from the quick glance, he could see it filled with all the latest gadgets that the upper class could want but did not need.
There was something that he could not explain about it though. Even with all the toys that someone would love to steal, the flawless appearance and the atmosphere that spelt money, there was something about the place that seemed so detached. It was so sterile, unlived and cold. A home should have a feel to it no matter if it is a dropped piece of clothing on the floor, a photo of your family or friends, a cherished item. There was none of that he could tell of. Just a pre-purchased place that had never occupied. Why would someone want to live that way?
Then something caught his eyes that he could not pass up, hobbling over towards the vast spanned glass windows that stretched the entire length of the apartment. Pressing his hands across the glass -smearing his handprints all over it -, his face lit up so vividly at the spanning city view. Lights twinkled brightly in the twilight from the city, the moon clear in the nighttime sky, the beauty making it hard to believe that this was really the place they lived. The beauty of it captured him, resting his head against the cool glass wordlessly watching. This made it all worth the while.
"You are going to clean that up."
His happy thoughts promptly cut into little pieces when he heard that voice. No, he really didn't except it to be anyone else other than him but there as a small glimmer of hope that he had been dumped off at a stranger's house and told to watch him or maybe molest him. Either way, he was just the person who certainly could kill the mood.
"I'm sure you have some maid that can clean it up, un," Deidara smirked in return.
Turning around slowly to see the face of the one that he could not escape from, the blonde almost took a fall out of the high storey window - if it was not for the safety glass -, azure black outlined eyes widened like pools at the man standing by the doorway. Half-naked man, half-naked Itachi, dressed only in a towel wrapped around his waist that covered the glorious package underneath. Long dark hair clung in thick matted chucks over his shoulder, sticking to his pectoral muscles, hugging the curves of his face. Beads of translucent liquid collected and ran over the perfectly sculptured specimen with thin wisps of steams rising off his body from the cooler temperature in the air. What he would have given to be a droplet of water, kissing the tender skin as it trailed down to his towel.
"Not to mention you will be fixing the damage on my car," Itachi followed up.
Deidara was stunned to hear him come out and just say that… well not really but still, a little "how are you feeling" or "do you think you are going to die?" would have been nice. He was certainly one cold heartless bastard that didn't care about anything, not even his possessions since he was convinced now that he was only saying it just to be highly annoying.
Crossing his arms in a huff over his chest, Deidara smugly looked back at him, trying to ignore the fact that he looked unbelievably hot as he shimmied the towel down his darker onyx lengths. "I might have broken bones y'know"
"No you don't," responded the retort, which went further away as he disappeared into the room.
Rolling his eyes at him, Deidara followed only to catch an eyeful of an all over tanned body, knowing this for sure at the backside that bent over pulling up the boxers. "Ahh… ummm…" he stammered forgetting his current thought. Wow. Itachi looked… big. "Did you take me…?" The dead-end pause made the question blurt out like a dirty statement instead, forgetting all about the key word of 'doctors'.
Thankfully for Deidara, it had not picked up upon or maybe even ignored. Instead, the raven loose dress shirt pulled over his shoulders and buttoned up, adding the mixture of a darker set of pants, removing all distractions between them.
"You are walking around aren't you?" Itachi pointed out through question, doing into the bathroom to brush his hair out.
Walking, yes he was but it was painful to do so. Besides he could have had internal injury and could be bleeding from the inside out. At least he could thank that stupid doctor who told him to talk those damn calcium tablets to build up his bones. Undersized and too short. Take two of these and blah blah blah. However, he was taking them unconsciously by routine so it looked like they did serve a purpose.
"You could always kiss my boo boos better, un." Still nothing from him. What was he? A stone wall?
Deidara doubted that he was even paying attention now from the way he was moving around one room to another in an orderly manner, preparing himself to go out by the looks of it, which means it would be time for him to get kicked out. But something was eating at his brain, telling him that there was a purpose to all of this that he was supposed to tell him. Only what was it?
It came with a sudden hit as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, pulling out the wallet that he had left behind, holding it up in the air with a grin. "I found your wallet," the blonde mused as if he was the greatest being around.
No no, he didn't have to thank him. Just some cash rewards would be… "Hey!" The black leather was picked from his hand on the way past without any gratitude at all. The bottom lip of the blonde jutted outwards in a radical pout, over done but he wanted to get the point across that he couldn't just ignore him like that.
"How about a thank you, un."
"How about I report you?" the brunette sneered. "All of the cards have been closed. It was a waste of time." Then the sudden click inside it head came that stopped him mid step towards the door.
Turning back, he homed in on the blonde; Itachi came to a dead halt in front of him. "Unless you were looking for an excuse to see me again." Arms folded across his chest, looking down on the shortness, waiting for the reply.
Deidara was flabbergasted to hear him say such lies. There was in no way that he was looking for moments to see him, other than to make his life hell. In fact, it was happening in reverse. Every time that he was in his presence, he always put down in some way, mocked and ridiculed and he bet the sick bastard got off on it.
"No way! I hate you!" Deidara yelled, pushing him away. "In fact I never want to see you again, un."
"At least we both share a mutual feeling."
It was strange what he felt really, spitting out a lie almost in the heat of the moment. In one hand he hated him, the way he looked down on him, never said anything pleasant, always wanting to get as far away as possible. In the other, he wanted to know more about him, why he was so mysterious and never talked, what it would be like to spend a day with him that wasn't involving ill feelings between each other. He was drawn into Itachi but yet repulsed.
"Where are you going?" Deidara asked with a sigh knowing that he had taken his response one-step too far.
Itachi turned back towards the direction he was heading before, this time with a blonde in tow. "Work," he replied, collecting his keys and his new wallet that he had purchased.
At least he had received a straight answer out of him even if it was only one word. "Where do you work?" he continued to probe, making an effort to at least leave on a lighten tone.
Together they left the apartment, Deidara a little bit slower thanks to the stiff legs that he was having trouble moving properly. This time he was able to get a better look at the place that resembled a mini hotel for the yuppies even including their own doorman! He didn't even think they existed outside the movies. Yet, there he was wishing them both a good night out as they headed down to the car park.
"You don't know?" Itachi asked curiously. That had raised the notch in his interest in him from nothing to minimal. Someone who was not being overbearingly annoying just to weasel their way into his life just so they could brag to people that they had spent ten seconds in his presence.
What a stupid question. He wouldn't have been asking it if he did not know. "No," he spat back with a sarcastic tone.
Opening up the door to his car with the remote, he opened the door partly and slid in between, hanging over the edge of the roof looking at the ridiculous look on his face. "You can find me at under the stars," he told the inquisitive blonde with a smirk, leaving that as his parting remark.
Under the stars? He works outdoors? He is really a hobo? What kind of answer was that? What was with him and the stupid cryptic messages!? Yelling and screaming as he drove away, Deidara tried to follow him but he was too slow only able to make it out of the underground parking garage, losing him to the open streets.
"Itachi get back here!" he screamed at the top of his lungs that attracted the attention of people walking by.
He didn't care if they stared, he just wanted the damn answer. Except that he was not going to get tonight so he might as well head home to feed the small kitten that might have eaten her foot off by now. …Ummm problem. He didn't know where he was. Thankfully he had the trusty emergency tool known as a cell phone in his pocket, cycling through the numbers until he found someone that he hoped he could depend on in time of trouble. Well not really but he did have a car.
"Hey Sasori, I need a lift, un." Leaning against the nearest brick wall, he tapped his foot impatiently on the ground waiting for him to say yes, having to convince him first on why he had to come and get him. "I don't care. There is a pause button. Stop being such a dick and come and get me, un" Back and forth words were exchanged until the battle was won, one red head enlisted with the directions of that he was in Snobsville.
Hanging up the phone, Deidara looked up at the sky in wait, staring at the twinkles lost deep in thought. "Under the stars," he muttered, absentmindedly thinking about him.