Compulsive Noties
A hundred apologies! I haven't been home in a while, and i cant just write this stuff anywhere! But, it gets...kinda good. I did the best I could. But, here it is. And yeh. OH! and...nope, i forgot.
After our little 'Bathroom Experice' things began to look up again. Sasuke was back to his old self, you know, blank face most the time, and what not, but his rare smiles still lit up the room. Three days slipped through my fingers as we re-discovered what brought us together. After Itachi's death, he couldn't do much, but cry, and pray for him back. But step by step he thought less of, 'He's gone, and never coming back.' And more of 'I have to do more with my life.' It made things increasingly easier for me, to say the least.
But what goes up, must come down,
And it did.
A knock arose at the door, and I went to go answer it.
"Naruto, before you slam the door in my face, hear me out!"
There he was, in all his glory, blond hair flowing out of his pony tail. His jeans gripping his legs, the top being covered by his black thin sweat shirt. It read "Art is a BANG!" Obviously custom made. It had himwitting all over it.
"What the hell do you think your doing here, Deiara? You know Itachi's dead, and even if his last words included that you were worth the pain, I still think it was bull shit."
"He...he said something about me?"
"Hell yeah he didn't, but it don't mean shit. You totally fucked up everything for him, and Sasuke. Just because you 'felt like it.' You should be ashamed."
"Okay, Naruto I am. That's why I'm here."
"What?"
"Naruto after that bar fight with Sasuke, it really got me thinkin'-"
"What bar fight?"
"Didn't Sasuke tell you, he went to the bar, and found me there, we got into a squabble, and the bar tender had to pull him off of me."
"When was this?"
"I don't know, a month or two ago, but that's not the point! After that it came to me, what am i doing with my life?"
"It took you a month to bring your lazy ass over here?"
"Shut the fuck up, and let me finish! I need your help, Naruto. My life's going no where fast, and...you seem like the only one who could help me out of this rut."
"Deidara, your mean, slow, stupid, and a total slut, why would I help you? Especially after what you did to my brother-in-law, and my Sasuke." I turned to shut the door when I felt his hand pull my sleeve,
"Please, Naruto, please, I need you." He looked so...pathetic and innocent, I couldn't say no. At least I didn't want to.
"You're gonna have to see what Sasuke says about this."
:-:
"Hell no." Sasuke spat from the kitchen, later that day. I walked in and wrapped my arms around him,
"Can't you even think about it?" He extracted himself from me as he continued to make his breakfast, although it was already lunch time.
"I say no, god dammit! After everything that mother fucker has done, he can burn in hell for all I care." I played with his hair,
"Sasuke, can't you think this through? I mean, imagine how you would feel!" He slapped away my hand as he picked up his bowl of cereal and moved his parade into the living room.
"Like shit, and he should, too." He took a bite,as he sat down on the couch. I looked at him from the kitchen, where the square hole sat.
"He, almost literally, gave my brother the gun that lead to his death." He took another bite,
"My brother would still be here if it weren't for him." I joined him,
"Sasuke, you have to let go of this. I thought we had moved on? You know."
"Well apparently, I didn't!" He yelled, throwing his bowl on the floor.
"Apperently." I muttered.
:-:
We met at a coffee shop. I didn't like it much. It was too...brown. I really don't like that color much, on stuff. Brown people are awesome.(w00t!)
But anyway, I met him at the coffee shop, he was dressed in all black, as usual, with that sweat shirt again, only his hair was mostly down.
"So are you gonna help me or not?" He asked, sitting down in front of me,
"I...I...I can't. I'm sorry. Sasuke's not okay with it. And if I keep it on the down low, he'll just find out, and think I'm cheating on him. You have to earn his trust."
"Well, I'm fucked then. He hates me, he won't even give me a chance!"
"I dont know what to tell you."
"What am I going to do?"
"Deidara, what would you even want me to do anyway? I mean I could give you advice?"
That's when Sasuke walked in.
As you can see Deidara's fine, because AIDS is manageable, with lots, and lots of meds. Itachi didn't want to take meds all his life, so he just ended it. So don't get the wrong idea, AIDS isn't a killer, the mind led to Itachi's demise. Just a littke FYI.