Series: Naruto
Theme: 波音 (The Sound of Waves)
Warnings: PG for alcohol consumption, language

Summary: The most fun anyone could have in the Fall in their swimwear

Heat Wave

Friday night, oh what a night that was. The end of the working week for most and the night to let the hair flow, drop those tight anal social boundaries that were required in the work place and get ready to live the life of the free. Two past the hour of finishing and already there were dressed up with places to go, on cell phones making last minute arrangements to get friends out that wanted to pike and have an early night. Friday night was not the night to be pulling such conservative ways. Flashing neons attracting attention promising XXX peep shows for only two dollars, open signs beckoning for patrons to dine at their normally closed take away establishment, ever dirty little secret exposed in the midst of the city night life.

Tonight was not just any normal Friday night. This night was something a little bit special over the rest that had people in frenzy, like wolves howling under the full moon up in the balmy summer night sky calling out to their mate. Tonight had the hormones flowing ready for action.

Near naked bodies grinded against each other from behind, hands of the unknown groping without the obligatory slap usually received. Some people already marking their prey for the evening, talking to the one behind them, dropping in the flirtatious timbre, accidental brushes and promises to 'chat' more once they were inside.

As great as that sounded, standing around outside in the awaiting queue was not at all pleasant when you were clad in only a pair of swimming trunks and thongs. No, he was not the only crazy one to venture out into the nighttime lukewarm conditions wearing beachwear when there was not a beach within a good couple of thousand kilometers. This was for a special cause. An event that everyone was excited for since rumors spread around a month prior, finally confirmed and now upon them.

Star Underground's Heat Wave.

Tickets sold out after a few short hours of being released, promoted better than one of those Christmas in July gigs, having the summer treat held just past hitting mid fall so the heat was fading into the longer nights. Cold chilly nights. And they were standing out there near naked!?

Deidara's nipples were starting to go numb and turn a pale shade of blue so that was the last straw of standing around patiently like the rest of them. He did not have to. He had the golden key into the land of midnight wonders.

Sidestepping out of the line and cockily strutting up to the front of the line, he sneered at the complaints of his line cutting and slapped the brawny bodyguard on the shoulder hoping that he would have remembered him from last time.

"Let me in, un," he stated boldly, pointing into the guarded door.

The man looked down literally on his short frame and turned his nose up at him, waving another group through the door. "Not unless you are on the VIP list, then get your ass to the back of the line."

This situation was bringing back so many memories of forced to wait once again to get in, except this time, Deidara had the upper hand over him. This time the joke was on this guy. "Check your list then. Itachi said that I have instant access, un." Owned. 100 percent. Take that tall steroid freak.

Not even a reaction from saying the bosses name at all, only a confirmation of his name so he was able to check his list to make sure that he truly was on it. Smugly Deidara answered, standing back high and mighty with his arms crossed over his chest waiting for him to find it. He bet he was on the top of the list. Itachi had actually invited him to come instead of just running into him so he had to be there. However, things were starting to look bleak with the hum of concentration that had the man staring at the list for a long time.

"Deidara!" he yelled out, snatching up the clipboard looking over it for himself. "You can't miss my name! It's right at the…bottom." …Asshole.

Nevertheless, it was confirmation enough for the bodyguard to push the next group of people waiting back, opening up the velvet chain rope to him. The blond smirked back at the people triumphantly, even going as far as a childish poke of his tongue out at them before disappearing into the darkness of the door way.

It was only short lived, pushing open the black curtains dropping his jaw straight to the ground. Beach… the beach for real!? Well not exactly for real but the simulated environment, that he had created was more than close to it. Mounds of golden sand laid over the dance floor with the DJ booth at the top hitting out a mixture of House and Party mix. To the side, there was a smaller version of a wave pool that was not big enough to surf in nor deep for some drunken patron to drown in but enough to wade. Deidara amazed by that. It had been forever since he had been to the beach. Heat lamps keeping the temperature at a toasty constant, a lifeguard sitting up in one of the tower chairs you always saw in the movies, waitresses in Hawaiian hula outfits handing out leis to the arrivals. Seriously, it was no wonder he was topping high in the financial charts when he was clearly a genius.

"Would you like a sample?" asked a cheerful female from behind causing Deidara to snap out of his awe, turning to her.

The radical pink hair was a bit off putting but given the diversity of the city, he should not have suspected different. Held carefully upright on her hand was a tray with test tubes of drinks, the girl passing one of them out to him to try, moving onto the next person. He examined it for a moment, looking at the color, smelling the aromatic coconut taste, knocking it down with a delicious lick of his lips.

"Hey, what is it?" he called out to the girl.

"Piña colada, sir," she smiled back. "You can purchase them from the bar."

He was not going to pass up that offer at all. Deidara kicked up the sand under his feet as he walked to the bar, sitting down and ordering another one of the tropical drinks, looking over the menu to see what else was on offer. Everything considered to summer cocktail was at a reduced price for the evening. He was a lot broke compared to his little bit broke so drinking extravagant amounts this time was going to be out of the question. This one was going to have to last him a while.

This time at least no men were coming over to woo him, clearly lacking the shirt was letting him know that he was not a female but the perk of free drinks were gone. That was okay, he was not in the mood to throw up or crack onto anyone tonight. The only one he wanted to do that to be of course missing from his own party. Not that he should have been thinking about that at all, he hated him or so he tried to keep on reminding himself. Something about that arrogant pig was just so tempting; draw to him, a glutton for punishment maybe since there were no return feelings. Perhaps. He did invite him here after all, show up at his house to give him breakfast and feed his cat. Hidden somewhere deep inside under that glaring demeanor could have been a small minuscule glimmer of like towards him.

Loud slurping sounds came from the bottom of his glass, now out of the delicious liquid that he wanted more. Opening up his wallet, the moths escaped from their trap making Deidara quickly seal it back up again, tucking it away with a sigh. It was not that bad at all. There was still one other thing.

Looking over his shoulder with a spreading grin, the wave pool was calling out for him to come and play in. Fingers traced through the long strands of hair hugging the side of his face, tucking it behind his ears securing it in place with the drink's novelty umbrella, the blond bounced up from his chair and headed straight into the water expecting for it to be freezing. It was a perfect temperature, much like this night was. At least not as alone as he expected, finding some girls who wanted to play in the water as well, a few guys piling in, splashing around like children laughing happily.

It was amazing to be in that position. Someone as poor as Deidara flocking in a pool with people who were the crème de la crème of society, the rich socialites that wouldn't have even thrown in a dollar into the hat of a poor beggar on the street. Outside of Star Under, snubbing instantly just for the clothes he wore but inside here, they believed he was one of them. Which was why he was surprised to find himself talking to a woman over at the sun chairs about what he did for a living, coming straight out telling her that he was a struggling artist that was trying to get made. No alcohol needed to spill that story. What surprised him more was the fact that she sympathized with him, explaining that she was a director for an upcoming studio that was on the lookout for new fresh artists. Deidara was new, maybe not fresh but he was an artist so he had two out of three going for him, talking himself up for the third option. Not many people accepted the art that he liked to produce so it was more to a small privy group currently. Whatever bullshit he spun to her worked, passing off her business card to him, revealed from its hiding position inside of her bikini top, telling him to give her a call to arrange looking over his portfolio.

After she had left, Deidara could have jumped up and kissed someone if they were around, not even a passerby, just the sounds of the wave crashing down against the artificial surface of the pool. Only if… he still had an exhibition piece to put in for the school still, not yet starting that and it was growing closer and closer. Shit! He needed to focus on that. Sasori was going to get so jealous knowing that he got this opportunity and not the other way around, proving once again that his art was far superior.

He was hoping to share his excitement with someone right now. Anyone. Damn it, there was no one around him at all.

"Sir, a drink on the house," announced the same pink haired girl to him.

Deidara blinked as she put the alcoholic drink down on the table next to the chairs, looking around to see if anyone had their eye on him. "Who asked you to give it to me?" he asked in return, jumping up looking over the bodies still determined to find that out.

No one seemed to paying particular attention to him at all, just one girl who looked like she was going to go face down from alcoholic overdose but she was looking around at everyone.

"Just someone who wanted to congratulate you," she politely replied, motioning her eyes across the room.

He caught onto it in a flash, looking over where she had been but seeing no one. Strange. Who would…?

Deidara's blue eyes traced upwards of the wall, slurping on the straw while they continued to follow direction, stopping straight on the black wall of glass in a dead pause.

Looking down upon the crowd, his dark crimson eyes stared directly into the azure looking up at him, raising the slightest tug of his lips upwards when he saw the look on his face. Nodding to himself, he turned away from the window and returned to his desk still with that growing upward turn of his lips.

"Itachi…" he murmured, fixated regardless on the fact if he was looking or not.

Why…? Did he…?