Yay, I'm so happy I got this chapter out. In all reality it didn't take me long to update this chapter and I'm glad it's finally done. I was going to go into more of a decent relatinship between Deidara and Yuki but then I decided it's too soon so I'm going to do my best to drag it out a few more chapters. Please review, their very encourging. I like to thank Alumia for her gracious review because that's what got me writting this chapter so fast even if I hadn't started on it. This took me 5 days to type all together, and that's the fastest I've ever done it. Thank you once again Alumia!
Gracious thanks to you.
Such a breezy and cool morning brought upon during the welcoming autumn months. The sun was illuminating brightly outside shining down on to the earth. The tress swayed with a cool breeze howling through the area, it made the day have an icy bite to it. Those green leaves were changing pigments. No longer were those leaves a lush green. It was becoming more yellow golden, orange… a beautiful array of a golden heaven. The grass was becoming dryer by the day, turning into its dry yellow color. Leaves also danced along the ground and scattered across the pathways. Yuki jumped on to the leave and it cracked beneath her feet. She cringed and sat down, "It still hurts…" She muttered to herself.
Deidara was standing by the door watching her act a bit like a child. His eyes were narrowed into a bit of a stare. Those blue green eyes of his giving that glare. The blonde clay master's lips were pushed out into a childish like pout. His eyebrows were folded and his face continued to scrunch up. When he saw her emerald eyes look his way, Deidara quickly looked off to the other side, away from looking at her. His eyes wandered to the corner to look back at her. She was still looking at him! "What" he spoke with attitude in his voice.
"I should be asking YOU that." Yuki snapped back crossing her arms against her chest.
Deidara retorted, "You're the one staring at me."
"You were staring at me first," Yuki counter backed at Deidara.
"Why don't you just shut up, hm" He got more upset.
Yuki picked the kunai from her pouch and she tossed it right at him. It barely missed his cheek and chopped away some of those beautiful lush locks of his hair. His eyes widened and he started shouting, "Gah! What the hell did you do!?"
Yuki snapped, "What the hell do you think I did! Next time that kunai is going in your eye!"
His eyes were as wide as rice crackers and he held on to his hair and continued to bellow in his displeasure. From inside Itachi was watching from the window. Despite the talk he has had with Deidara and Itachi, he still is reckless with the things he says. Itachi had a frown deep on his face. Those strands of obsidian hair obscuring in front of his face. The least he could do is force himself to get along with Yuki, even if he doesn't want to, Itachi thought hopelessly. He started to head out there before things turned out worse.
"You're nothing but a psychotic brat, un!" Deidara hissed
"I'll show you psychotic bra-"
"Yuki-san!" A voice had then interrupted.
Quickly Yuki looked down and pursed her lips together and she started moving her feet along the ground. It was Itachi, and she knew to calm down because she didn't want to make Itachi upset. She's worked very hard for Itachi not to be so cruel to her. He now actually kind of could talk to her without her feeling uncomfortable, "I'm sorry Itachi." Yuki confessed.
The elder Uchiha turned himself around and he glared at the blond clay master. He took a step forward and Deidara stepped back as he backed himself up into the wall. Deidara looked wearily towards Itachi, "What the hell are you doing? Are you really that dim-witted? You should know starting fights or arguments is unwise with dealing with Yuki." His sharingan eyes narrowed more into this ominous glare, "What ever the hell you're doing you need to stop." His hiss was clear in the icy bite in his tone.
Deidara merely frowned and looked away as Itachi backed up. He despised how Itachi always walked around and thought he was in charge of everything. He loathed those sharingan eyes and it brought much disdain to his mind. After all, he was the one who wanted to defeat those eyes. They weren't all that special, his art was special, and "Do you understand me?" Itachi finally said as he stepped back once more getting ready to go back into the manor.
"Yes…" Deidara hastily replied.
With that he turned around and walked back into the house. Deidara sighed and he stomped his way in the house too. Yuki just stared at them and her lips pursed tightly together. They all disappeared into the house and… she felt alone. For once she felt alone and she didn't enjoy the feeling. Slowly she made her way back towards the door and opened it; she jumped back in surprise and on to her ass. Her eyes looked up and saw the blue skinned shark man looking down at her with those beady fishy eyes of his. Yuki was repulsed by him but he was one of the ones she was going to have to put up with, "And where are you going?" Yuki inquired a bit suspiciously.
"Training, I'm in the mood to cause destruction." Kisame gave a toothy grin.
Oh it seemed so like him, it was him. Unlike Itachi there was no grace to his fighting. All it was was smashing and thrashing everything around and shaving the skin off of people with his Samehada. His way of fighting could also be recognized somewhat of a bulldozer just trudging along. Itachi had this cat like grace to him when he fought. Yuki had only seen a small bit of his fighting when the Akatsuki first retrieved her, so she didn't know his whole fighting style, "Alright then… I guess I'll be on my way." Yuki spoke as she passed by him.
Her emerald eyes stared around as she was looking around for Itachi. He was here somewhere. Her hands came in front of her body and she folded her fingers together rather lightly. The palm of her hand was resting on her stomach, and pursed her lips together tightly. She turned into a room to see that Itachi was just sitting on the couch staring out the window. She walked closer and she stretched her neck out a bit. Strands of her forest dark green hair fell over her shoulder and spoke softly, "Do you know when this leader of yours," Pein was his name if she recalled, "Will show his face towards us…"
"…I'm not sure." Itachi spoke.
His face did not turn to the side to look at her. His scarlet eyes continued to stare out the window. He seemed so fascinated what was going on outside. A lot of thoughts were actually going through his mind though. He was thinking when the last battle he had with his brother was long ago and it the last time… it's been a while. Those eyes of his eased more to a half lidded state, expression fallen into more of this expressionless look but the glint in his eyes showed a bit of depression.
Itachi stood up from the ground and he walked towards the young female. He stood right next to her, feet having evenly distributed weight, head straight forward and shoulders back… Itachi had perfect posture, "How is your ankle?" Itachi questioned not even looking at her.
Yuki replied back with the same type of tone, "It hurts a little bit though, when I jump and run… you know. I can walk on it fine without it bothering me much. I can just ignore most of the dull pain."
"Alright" he vaguely replied and then stepped off.
Itachi knew he was rather anti-social. He could feel Yuki's disappointed stare upon his back as he slowly walked down the hallway. His hands were tucked in his sleeves and kept looking down on the ground. That mind of his was wondering exactly when Sasuke was going to come after him. He's been at a stand still for a while for his younger brother to be able to detect him.
Itachi had nothing to look forward to in his future. He lived in the now and just awaited for the day Sasuke could kill him. Why did he do what he did? Sometimes Itachi was confused himself then other times he fully understood it and he was still searching for that limit. That surge of power had blasted through his body that faithful night of the full moon. Tears from the loved ones… cries from the young Uchiha that survived, cries of confusion. Itachi was a horrible big brother.
The elder Uchiha finally came to a pause as he was standing in front of the door to his own room. He pulled it open and shut it behind him. He sat down on the bed, the white comforters scrunching up as his weight was placed on his bed. The bed gave a light squeak when he pushed himself further back so his back was pressing up against the solid white walls. He unzipped the cloak of black and red clouds and pulled out a small picture in a simple square locket. It was family portrait. His father Fugaku stood there with one of his arms poking from the cloth of his green shirt, his expressionless look on his face, the one that Itachi wears a lot now. Fugaku's facial features were rough… Itachi resembled a tad more of his father and more so when he would become older. His mother Mikoto stood next to his father with a big smile spread across her face. Her arm reached out over Fugaku. Her face was gentle and held a lot of happiness. Those soft structures of her face, Sasuke took a lot of her genes. Itachi was standing in front and in the middle of his mother and father with a gentle smile on his face. Back then Itachi's eyes weren't as sinister; they still held this distant glint within them. Finally, in his arms his little three/four year old brother, Sasuke, was held in his arms. He was adorable as a little one. Those slightly round cheeks of his, his small petite form and those tiny hands of his. Such a beautiful and youthful childlike smile spread across his, a time when everything seemed perfect.
There was a knock on the door and then it pushed open. He looked up and stared at Yuki had come into the room, "You should wait until I tell you that you can enter." He spoke and crossed his arm against his chest for a moment and looked over to the other side.
"I'm sorry." Yuki apologized.
She found herself saying sorry to Itachi more then she had ever said to him. Her eyes closed softly and fully stepped into the room, "What are you holding?" she asked as she stepped in a bit more.
Those walls of his then started to build up around him and tucked the simple locket away. "It's nothing…" His expressionless tone rung out in her ears
She sat down on the bed, at the edge keeping her at a good distance away from him, "What do you want?"
"Er… I'm not sure. I… don't have anything to do." She stated.
"Go talk to Deidara-san… its best you do." Itachi suggested.
Yuki snapped, "Hell no! I'm not talking to that idiotic bastard! He's so rude that I…I just wanna break his neck and gouge his eyes out!"
"Yuki-san…" Itachi's voice got deeper with more warning to it.
"But I don't want to talk to him!" Yuki got this child like complained to the elder Uchiha.
"Yuki-san," he started to scold her, "What are you going to do when we finally get to the Akatsuki head quarters. We have many different members there how are you going get along with them?"
Yuki frowned more and she looked down as she started to shift uncomfortably on the edge of the bed. Her hands pressing down on to her lap a bit more and she turned her head over to the side as she stared at Itachi, "I…"
Well, she didn't know if she wanted to tell Itachi that she didn't want to join. He might tell the leader and it'd take longer to confront him. She wants to wait to give him her final answer, "I don't know." She lied.
"Maybe things will change by then." Yuki suggested.
Maybe when Pein actually decided to show him to the people residing in the building, Yuki took in a deep breath and eased it out. She stood up from the bed and she smiled at the elder Uchiha, "I guess I should leave you alone now."
As quickly as her smile had spread across her face, it disappeared and she walked towards the door opening it. She closed the door and her eyes lowered to the ground for a moment. Yuki had to figure out what she was going to do with the rest of her day. Oh how wonderful that was going to be.
Another week had passed since Yuki has been waiting for Pein to come along. It seemed to be taking forever though. A frown was spread across her face. Everyone was gone. Deidara was probably the only one who was closet to the manor. Her fingers came to the top of her head and she started to smooth her hair down, her fingers coming stroking through those dark green strands of hers. Her leg was placed over her other leg, finally she got fed up with it and she stood up from the kitchen chair. She felt so useless at this point. She hasn't had a good fight in a while, and felt useless to Itachi at this point.
Her stomach rumbled hungrily and a groan escaped her lips. An idea began to stir up in her mind. Maybe she could make something for Itachi. As a young woman she should at least know a small bit of the kitchen. Her eyes stared to the oven. Her impassive expression hardening a bit, and put her index finger to her lip, "I…don't know what to do. Should I try?"
Conveniently on the side of the counter there was a book on the ground. Her eyes stared at it as her hands came to the top of the book. Her fingers slid down it for a moment, "How hard should it be to try and follow a recipe?" she asked herself.
Well, a few hours later she found out. There was a mess on the ground form where she had been standing at. She had tried a test run on one of the dishes and it was very burnt. She was on the ground with her hands in her face, "Oh god what the hell did I do!?" She cried.
The kitchen looked like a total disaster to her. Though in reality it wasn't as bad as she was making it seem and the door opened, her heart jumped a bit. At first she thought it was Itachi and she was going to get in major trouble. A second later she realized it was only Deidara. He stepped into the kitchen and saw the mess on the floor. His eyes went wide and they shot towards the girl staring at him. Her look was like a deer standing in night and a car was hurdling towards it, "What the hell are you thinking, hm!?" Deidara began to shout.
Yuki spat back, "Shut up!"
"I'm surprised you didn't burn down the damn house!" the blonde clay master continued.
Yuki could only take so much from him; especially it was hard to tolerate him from the start. The female stood up and walked up towards Deidara. Her emerald eyes seemed brighter with this crazed anger, "Why don't you just shut the fuck up!?" she growled out slightly and she brought her hand to his throat, shoving him to the wall. He tried to pry her hand from his throat but all his attempts were futile. Yuki had this stronger grip and it was becoming hard for him to breath.
"It's only been a few weeks since you and that repulsive creature came into this manor! All you have done is criticize me and insult me and you don't fucken respect me! Obliviously you forget who I am." Her fingers continued to dig into his neck.
Her ominous death glare burned into Deidara's dilating pupils. When she heard his gasp of breath her insane look softened, those emerald optic wide a she finally let go of him, "Ah…!"
He slightly dropped on to the floor; she stared with this unrelieved look. Her hand was shaking and she took a step back. Those emerald eyes of her shut tightly, not believing what happened at the moment. If I had been holding on to his neck any longer I could have killed him, god dammit!
Yuki dashed passed Deidara, his bluish green eyes staring at her. A loud slam of the door was heard and the blonde clay master looked to the ground. It may have not really shown much but he had felt a small twinge of fear. Luckily he hadn't made the stupid mistake of calling her a psychotic brat or else he may not be here by now.
The blond felt a rough soreness on his neck. Slowly he raised his hands to his digits could graze gently across his flesh. He pulled back and saw a tinge of blood on his fingers. Her nails must have dug into his fleshy tissue. He glared down to his fingers and gritted his teeth bitterly. He wasn't upset with himself but he still wasn't pleased with the little insane brat around. He stood up from the ground and wonder who in the hell was going to clean this up. Thinking in his mind, he could go up and force the female to do it herself since she was the one who caused the mess. Then his thoughts would switch to something else thinking that he doesn't really want her around because she could suddenly snap again and this time not hold back. He sighed in defeat and decided that maybe it was best that he cleaned this mess up.
He walked towards sink and looked down towards the mess upon the floor over near the stove. Knowing to take the sponge, he ran it under the warm water seeping from faucet and saw the sponge expand and more water poured into it. His other hand reached over and grabbed the plug for the sink. He decided maybe it be best to fill the water with soap and warm water. He walked towards the mess on the floor as started to wipe up the unbelievable mess in the floor. A soft sigh escaped his lips and he could only hope that this wasn't going to take too long.
It was like maybe two hours later when Deidara finished. He was spread eagle wide on the floor, head turned to the right side and his hair webbed all over the place on the floor. His hands were light pruned from the water that was in contact with his hands for too long. His optic were eased to a half lidded state, feeling rather fatigued at the moment. His mouth would open up wide and a long yawn escaped his mouth. Quickly another sour expression came across his face and pushed him self up from the ground and huffed. "It was all her fault I had to clean up this damn mess, hm!!"
Suddenly he turned his head back when there was a click of the door. He raised himself from the ground to look at the door. The light began to flood into the living room as the door would open up wider. A tall silhouette was in the door way, he saw more details as they stepped through. Itachi and Kisame were now home. The shark hybrid smirked, "What's wrong Deidara, it looks like you just got mauled by a bear."
Deidara bit, "Yeah, if you consider that damn brat a bear."
Upon hearing this, Itachi quickly narrowed his eyes into this deathly ominous stare right towards Deidara. A cold sweat start to drip down the side of his face, Itachi said, "What did you do?" accusing Deidara right then and there.
"It was her fa-!"
Itachi eyes flashed with infuriation and Deidara paused and looked down, "Well she doing some bull shit in the kitchen and there was mess all over the floor. The bitch dug her fingernails into my neck and I ended up cleaning this mess all by myself!"
Kisame began to snicker, "Kisame-san..." his voice growled lightly, intolerant of any immature behavior.
The shark hybrid had then signed in utter defeat and looked away, "Kisame-san, go and make sure Yuki hasn't done anything."
Done anything that she shouldn't have, even if Itachi doubted it at the moment since her behavior has improved a lot, at least around the elder Uchiha anyways. He didn't expect her to completely like him; she could be forcing herself to deal with him actually.
Down the hall and to the front door of her room, he opened it widely and stared around the room. It was a complete mess. The window was broken, everything on the bed was ripped and torn and tossed all over the room. Cotton and feathers from the pillows were scattered all over the place. Glass vases and portraits were shattered upon the floor. The worst part was Yuki wasn't within this room! "Uh… Itachi!"
Itachi stepped down the hallway to see what Kisame seemed freaked out about. He peered into the room, and completely his eyes closed in a slight frustration. Yuki ran away again, and yet he couldn't seem to think of a perfect punishment for her. This time it was out of his control. Itachi retorted faintly, "Dammit." He had better hurry before Pein does decide to show up at an inappropriate time and Yuki isn't within presence. He started to take his drudging stride down the hall and to the back sliding door, "You two stay here. I have something to go fetch." His impassive stare directed towards them. They only nodded in silence.
At the pond Yuki stood at. She looked so piercingly into the water. The young female sat down and she crossed her arms against her chest strictly. The girl staring back at her with haunting eyes of emerald green, Yuki could no longer stand to stare at the reflection gazing back at her. Yuki felt more at a calm state of mind as she kept standing there. It's been a while because… she hasn't lost her cool like that in a while. "I…I really thought I was getting better…" she whispered to herself as she placed her hand right over her chest.
Within the dark murky shadows, a pair of crimson eyes stared out towards the female standing in front of the small pond. Itachi Uchiha was hiding within those shadows. His hands were easing at his sides and he was slightly leaning against the rough, jagged tree trunk. She hasn't gone far… Deidara must have just been extremely stupid, Itachi thought.
He stepped from the shadows, out of the bushes and quickly Yuki's head turned around and she saw Itachi standing there, "What do you want?" Yuki bitterly inquired towards the elder Uchiha.
"What did he do?" Itachi asked.
Now, he didn't have to give much detail on his question. Yuki should know what he meant with that vague question of his, "He's a bastard and that's all there is to it." Yuki claimed.
Her hands came to her hips, attitude in her voice as she kept staring towards him. Even looking upon his form she did not relax. Who whole body was in a state of tension, "I completely refuse to have any part with him!"
A silent huff escaped her lips and she brought her hand up towards her lips and she started to play with the soft tissue. There was another sound within the air in the rustling bushes. It was probably some squirrel in the first place. Itachi though, looked at the corner of his eyes with this suspicious look in his eyes, "Yuki." Itachi stated.
She replied, "Yes?"
"Go back." Was his simple answer
"Why?" The female pleaded now.
"Just go back okay?" Itachi had this cruel look on his face.
Yuki pushed it further, "No, I'm not going back until you tell me wh-" Her eyes went wide and she fainted.
Itachi had to knock her out with his sharingan. She slumped on to the ground and he went over and picked her up, and tossed her over his shoulder lightly.
"Come out now, I know you're here…" Itachi's voice was soft and vague.
The stature that was holding them in the shadow was slowly coming from behind the bushes they were hiding in. Though, they fully did not come out. Yet, Itachi knew exactly who he was. His arms holding on to Yuki's form securely so she wouldn't be falling off… "Sasuke…"
"Itachi…" His hateful voice stung out Itachi's name.
Sasuke stood facing towards Itachi who had his back towards him. The wind was blowing and the sun was hiding behind the clouds. Tension was within the air.
