The instruments used here and the way he matches his voice to it while singing, is absolutely brilliant. Now having that said... This is a small sequel on the oneshot posted on Monday, titled: Seducing the Enemy. No need to read it, but it gives it a better base :) Make sure you check the warnings:

Rating: M-rated

Warnings: Violence, character death

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It was all about status, wasn't it? Force everyone down on their knees, so he could make use of them. This was all about achieving more, proving he was better, stronger, the right heir to the throne. The Uchiha throne. But with everything happening, he got stuck in the middle. So it was time, time to make a difference. Time to show his worthy. So with a rough beating heart he made the decision, the decision that would make everything else crumble down. Status was everything, and all else could be stolen away. That was what Itachi was fighting for now.

Get out of the middle and rise to the top now

Perhaps Deidara had not been on that level yet, or had casted the whole idea away, because there were better things to be living for. A high position was not everything. Deidara had seen what it had done to his father, to his family, just like Itachi had. But both regarded the consequences differently. Deidara understood nonetheless, no matter how much it hurt. It was to be expected. How could this not end like this? One of them would've been the one to give up on the other. Deidara never expected it would be this soon though, and part of him hoped it had never come.

But now Itachi would make it. Would rise to the top and get what was coming for him. Itachi had worked hard for it, had done everything to grasp the higher position he was aiming for. Maybe when this was all over, he could tell Deidara his secrets. Could explain to him how it was done, because Deidara was playing this all wrong.

The first fist hit Deidara square in the face, bruising the skin right on his left cheek as his head snapped to the right. Blood welled up inside his mouth, teeth having broken the skin on the inside. Another fist came right after, giving Deidara no time to actually recover, this one hitting him right in the stomach, making him double over as he coughed up the blood from the first punch. The chair he was tied to prevented him from actually falling forward, the ropes tied around his hands keeping him firmly in place. The light flickered ominously around them, the smell of the cold wet basement now mixing with the blood and sweat coming from Deidara.

You can't fight the friction

"You know where the money was transferred too."

Deidara spat some more blood onto the floor, not wanting the swallow the excess of it. His jaw stung badly, and he could feel the bruise rising right away, but at least they had stopped hitting him, for now. It didn't help that Itachi's tone had been so cool and standoffish. As if they didn't know each other at all. The worst part was that he had two of his little helpers beat him up. Deidara was not even good enough to be punched by Itachi himself, or the guy was simply too scared.

Hair sticking to his face, Deidara tried to sweep it to the side with a head motion, but it didn't work enough. After that a smirk slipped onto his lips, showing off his bloodied teeth. Deidara would make sure Itachi knew exactly what he was doing here. "I don't know what money you are talking about, sweetheart? My pay check indeed gets transferred to my own bank account, if that was what you were wondering about." That gained him another punch in the face, but Deidara didn't let his smirk falter. "I guess not."

This really were typical Uchiha antics. Their little system on how to handle people, rivals, enemies. Get them down to a dark cellar, hidden away from anyone who might be able to hear, and beat them to a pulp until they let out the answers they needed. A bit brutal to Deidara's taste. Not as sneaky as it could've been, but it usually took some time before they even figured out someone was taken. Deidara was a different case though. They knew he was missing the second Itachi had kidnapped him. Finding him was a different thing though.

"You think you'll get that promotion now, Itachi? You think you'll rise to the top now?" Flashing his blue eyes at his previous lover, Deidara made an almost maniacal appearance. The two helpers took a step back, but as always, Itachi was unfazed. That coldblooded asshole.

Ushering one of the brawny guys forward again, Itachi spoke once more, his steady voice echoing through the basement to give it extra power. "Where is the money, Deidara? I know you are aware of where this money was transferred to. Our source tells us that you were even behind the whole mission. That money is ours."

When you've made it, won't you tell me what to do?

And then there was a knee to the chin, making Deidara's head snap painfully backwards. The impact almost made the chair topple over, but the guy was quick enough in catching him, slamming Deidara back down onto his fist. The crushing sound of a nose breaking could be heard over the groans of pain. No matter how hard Deidara tried to keep them in, they would still come out. Tears had automatically welled up in his eyes as well, the stinging pain of the crushed bone really taking effect now.

This time there was no moment where Itachi waited for an answer, the system telling him it was better to beat Deidara to a pulp first, because then he would be too frightened, too bruised to not give them the answers they wanted. The taunting was what annoyed Deidara the most. "Just tell us where the money is, Deidara. What else do you have to lose? Be strong and let it go. We won't let you leave without an answer anyway, and no one is going to find you here."

"Don't tell me to be strong," Deidara spat and then head butted the guy right in the face, showing he still had some fighting spirit left. In the end it only meant the other guy joined in, never giving Deidara the opportunity again to retaliate.

When they were done with him, Deidara could only sit their limply, the ropes now needed to prevent him from sliding out of the wooden chair. Every part of him hurt, bruises blooming all over his skin, in various colours. His face was swollen, and his left eye could hardly be opened anymore, let alone see through. A few teeth had been knocked out as well, spat out on the ground. Blood was sprayed all around them, staining everyone's clothes, except for Itachi's. The Uchiha had made sure he had stayed far away enough to prevent from getting dirty. Everyone else was doing the dirty work for him. Pathetic.

A sudden green fleck of light caught Deidara's attention. His heart felt heavy at the thought of what would come next. Slumping down even further in sadness, Deidara wallowed in self-pity for a second, needing a moment to himself, even if there were people still trying to get his attention.

Why couldn't Itachi just have given up? Why couldn't he enjoy what he had? Instead he had to move forward, fight for things he shouldn't be fighting for. This didn't bring happiness. This didn't bring salvation. All it did was get him a screwed up life. This was not the place to build your life on, to build your home on. What kind of happiness would come for Itachi now?

Unexpected for all but one person in the room, the doors were suddenly slammed in, several people streaming in, filling the room until they were all surrounded. Itachi and his helpers had their hands up in the air, surrendering to the guns that were pointed at their faces.

It all happened so fast though. One minute it was deadly silent inside the basement, those dark eyes shooting from one gun to the next, trying to pinpoint a safe way out. Maybe it hadn't been Deidara who had done it all wrong. Itachi should've known better than to kidnap someone as important as him. This was his downfall, because the company Deidara was part of, wasn't one to go beat someone up. They weren't in need of answers, and wouldn't play around until they got what they wanted. There were different ways to get what they wanted.

As the hand dropped down as a signal, all the guns started firing at the same time, hitting the three men in the chest, in the head, in the limps. Wherever the bullets could slide through their bodies and graze vital organs. The sound was deafening, and Deidara shut his eyes firmly, not wanting to see how the bodies fell heavily on the floor, blood seeping out of them out of various holes. A silent tear slipped out, unseen by any of Deidara's co-workers. Family was what he called them sometimes.

Today they were no family though. Today they ruined something beautiful. Something that would never be repaired again. But at least Deidara was safe. At least Deidara would rise to the top now.

Ease it off