Phobia


Author: Mask of Mirage

Rating: M

Comments: Sorry for such the long wait but I had to step back from this for a while and see where I was going with it. This is the last chapter of Phobia. I've sort of lost the spark to this story so I'm going to end it before I run it into the ground with lifeless chapters.

Mood Song: The Smallprint by Muse


Chapter 9: A Map to the End


Itachi woke one morning after his father's trial to a comfortable pressure on his chest, warm fingers splayed across his forearm. Tendrils of silky, golden hair tickled his nose and he blew it softly away from his face. He could hear the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway and the animated sounds of Sasuke's video game; Naruto's voice the only thing breaking the tandem with, "Ha, eat shit, Sasuke!"

The weight on his chest shifted slightly, ice blue blinking groggily up at him. Mumbling, Deidara yawned and stretched, reminding Itachi very much like a cat.

"Good morning," he murmured, leaning down for a kiss only to be pushed away.

"Morning breath," Deidara said as way of explanation. Itachi mumbled an 'I-don't-care' and bent once more only to be met this time with a hand over his mouth.

"I meant you have morning breath," the blond giggled, escaping the raven's clutches. Itachi laughed heartily and maneuvered himself out from under the naked boy, thankful he had slipped his boxers back on the night before as Ms. Takada came bustling through the doorway in the form of an overweight tornado.

"Come child, get out of bed with your lazy bones or you'll be late for school," she commanded, ushering the disorientated blond into the adjoining bathroom.

Deidara awkwardly stumbled out of the bed, hair flying askew and sheets wrapped tightly around his nude form. As soon as he locked the door behind him and the sound of the shower began, the elderly lady turned her attention on Itachi.

"It's a wonder the poor boy can even walk; I know for a fact you two didn't get to sleep till two in the morning."

Itachi blushed crimson and cast his eyes to the ground, embarrassed for Deidara's sake; he couldn't help being voiceful.

"So, you don't mind, Mom?"

She gave out a booming chuckle, capturing the raven in a forceful bear hug, possibly snapping vertebrae in the process.

"I'm just glad you found someone worthy enough of you." She waddled back to the door, pausing to shoot him a suggestive wink and some last-minute advice. "Just go easy on the poor soul, he's not used to the Uchiha libido."

Itachi choked audibly as terrifying images filled his head, such as the night he was conceived and worse still, Sasuke and his teacher on top of a school desk. These thoughts were quickly dispelled when a warm, lithe form pressed up against him from behind. The dampness that was radiating from Deidara soaked into his skin and he closed his eyes briefly, enjoying the moment.

"What's wrong, un? You look like you've seen a ghost," Deidara breathed on the back of his neck, causing a shiver to shoot down his spine. Turning around, he pulled the blond close and pressed his lips to the other's temple. Deidara let out a long sigh and folded into him, his fingers finding purchase against Itachi's lower back.

"I have to get to school and you have to get to work, so I advise you to stop thinking what you're thinking, un."

Itachi huffed lightly but released the boy so he could get his books together, discreetly ogling the other's backside each time he bent over.

"Okay, I'm ready, un," Deidara chirped, swinging his tattered green bag over his shoulder. Itachi realized suddenly with an ironic jolt that that stupid bag was what started this whole mess. The second thing he realized as he followed Deidara down the stairs, his loose blond hair bouncing around his elbows, what a fine mess it turned out to be.


They all piled into Itachi's car five minutes later, Sasuke and Naruto taking advantage of Itachi's rare hospitality. The raven couldn't help but smile as the other three belted out a tune on the radio as he maneuvered them through the crowded streets of Japan.

"Kick off your stilettos. Kick off your stilettos. And fuck me in the backseat. Fuck me in the backseat!"

Itachi raised an eyebrow, noticing, for the first time, he did have a pretty spacious backseat. By the time they had arrived at Deidara's college, the car was in good spirits and laughing loudly. The blond twisted in his seat and fixed the two younger teenagers with a stern look.

"Okay, Naruto, no more pranks. Sasuke, no screwing your teacher during school hours, un. And, oh, Itachi…," he recited, turning expectantly to Itachi, lips pursed.

The raven smiled at how incredibly adorable his boyfriend was and complied, placing a sweet kiss on the other's lips.

"Ew, PDA," Naruto yelled from the back, causing Deidara to stick his tongue out playfully at the younger male. Then he was gone, bounding across the school grounds, attempting to pull up his hair with one hand, as tardy bells rang in the distance.

"Aniki," Sasuke spoke up, leaning into the front seat, "I like him."

"Yeah, he's pretty cool," Naruto agreed, not wanting to be left out.

Itachi laughed and put the car into gear, pulling away from the curb and into the traffic. "Yeah, Otouto, I like him, too, I like him, too."

A soft wind blew in through the cracked windows and was lost amidst the radio and Sasuke and Naruto singing off-key. Things were only going to get better from here on out. And even if the worse was still to come, Itachi was going to be too busy to notice. After all, he still had to wait for his little German to find his place in the world.

Hopefully, it would be right next to him…


Author's Note: Ew, I hate ending on fluff but eh, oh well. So yea, incredibly short, pointless chapter to wrap up and incredibly short and pointless story. A fitting ending, so it seems.

Disclaimer: The song they were singing in the car was Fer Sure by The Medic Droid, which of course I don't own. Chris Donathan, does I believe. The song is still fun to sing at the top of your lungs.

Manga Spoilers: Ugh, Jiraiya is still having it off with Pein. Will this fight never end Kishi-sama?! Or are you planning on putting another 100+ weeks of filler in there. headdesk

Mask of Mirage