This one was quite hard to write, or at least figure out a plot for. Until I found it...

Rating: M-rated

Warnings: NSFW hints, drug abuse

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Sitting against the side wall, overlooking their beautiful spacious living room, Deidara finally took the opportunity to push Itachi away. Having his hands right beside Deidara's head, Itachi was forming his own personal cage, a teasing smile on his lips as he leaned down once more. But this time Deidara really pushed him away, letting out a chuckle as it was accompanied by a deep breath.

Maybe faking his own death was an option. They could catch some money if they got a life insurance, but would go to jail once they got caught and with their luck, they would get caught. It had been a dumb decision to buy this house, but fate could've been a little kinder to them. Could've granted them a little more, instead of this sharp right, hitting them right in the face. This was not what they had in mind when they pictured their future. Why couldn't they simply plan out their own life, without having others meddling in and ruining things for them.

It's not a picture perfect life

They bought a house, with money they didn't have, with loans they should've have gotten, all because they wanted this house. And now it's filled with empty space, because there was no money left for furniture. The spacious rooms echoed whenever they passed by, the smallest sounds setting off a series of more. But they ignored everything they had done, not wanting to face the mistakes they've made. Because above else, this house made them so incredibly happy. Goofily happy almost, because it was theirs. Outside they kept up appearances, trying to participate in a race they could not even place for. They were fakes, liars, trying to hide what was really going on inside this house.

My Hopeless Opus

Begging for an okay had not helped them when they had visited the bank. No safe would be opened for them to grand them money, and give them just a few more weeks to live off. Maybe one of them should just take the fall and go under with the debts they had made, letting the other get out, and live a normal life. But neither would let the other do that, because you went down as a team, not as an individual.

The mail slot was opened up, and more bills slipped in, forming a big pile right on their welcoming mat. No one would be welcomed into this place. Not with the way it currently looked, everything so empty and spacious. It was too beautiful to make use of. Their level of brokenness had reached a new low, the floor being the only furniture they had. They only owned the clothes on their back, together with the house they were sitting in.

In a haze Deidara jumped up, a big smile gracing his lips as he threw his arms up in the air, inviting the emptiness inside, because there was nothing else to offer. Itachi laughed right at Deidara, the situation getting more hilarious with the second. Neither would still face the consequences, knowing full well where everything had gone wrong. Where everything still was going wrong. They knew exactly what had become of them.

"Maybe we should just blow up the place and collect money of the insurance that way," Deidara offered as he twirled through their living room, no furniture there to stop him from spinning faster and faster, his socks sliding nicely over the hard wooden floor.

Rising to his feet as well, Itachi joined Deidara in this silly dance, taking Deidara by the hand, and spinning him around even faster. "I don't want to say goodbye to our house," Itachi pitched in, though he was still laughing, always laughing.

Cherry Bomb

Every room was danced in, claimed this way as their own. Clothes were stripped off their bodies, because to them there was no difference anymore between lust or a simple laughing fit. All they did was fuck in every room possible, twice if they could, every day. The one room most occupied? Their creamy white bathroom. Because there on the sink was the only other stuff they owned. The only other stuff they spend money on, every day again. Everything they got in, would be spend on solely that. Food would be stolen. Water would be sufficient enough to drink. All they needed was that one shot every few hours, shooting it up their arms until the high settled in and urged them onwards.

Who got whom addicted, was a mystery. Both started at the same time, and neither was willing to stop. Because it simply made life so incredibly fantastic. They bought a house in this state, they felt happiest in this state. This was their everything, because there was nothing else left, and when the drugs wore off, the negative feelings kicked in, and no one wanted that. So they stayed high, kept pushing the syringe into their veins simply to feel the glee the drugs provided them with.

Because it was all they had.

It's not a picture perfect life
Not what I had in mind
Let me write my own line