While this story is from Itachi's POV, the song itself is as if it's from Deidara's POV. As if these are the stories Deidara keeps telling Itachi about. They are still children here, and it's set in a different time.

Rating: K-rated

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In walks his new personal butler. A boy that at first barely knew how he was supposed to behave, but it had been so interesting getting to know him. Hear the stories that were told with so much excitement. See the bright smiles as he reminisced back to moments that seemed so far away now. It was something Itachi had never experienced before. Longing back to times in the past, and somewhere he couldn't fully understand either. It's not like life before had actually been better for his butler. Living out on the streets and all. And yet Itachi loved hearing all the stories of this boy.

Itachi dressed in his sleeping attire sat up in the bed, waiting for his butler to bring the last cup of tea he would be drinking tonight. Darkness had already swept through the city, signalling it was time for bed. Candles were lit here and there to shower the room in dim lighting, but Deidara would blow them out soon. The lips of the boy never stood still when he was alone with Itachi. With others around Deidara did not have permission to speak and talk about his life, but as soon as he found out Itachi enjoyed it, the waves of words never stopped.

"Have you ever run down the cobbled streets? It feels weird under your feet and you need to be careful you don't slip when they are wet. I once saw a horse slide down, taking the carriage with him. It was actually kind of sad, because he was hit with a stick to force him to get back up. But it really shows how careful you need to be. It's better in the outskirts where there are no paved roads. They just have sand there, and it never gets slippery."

There's so much more than you could know

"But I still do really like the city, even if the people aren't really nice. Always kicking you away, because they say you smell. I never smelled myself," the young butler continued. Itachi was still sitting up in bed, eyes following Deidara until he sat down in the little chair beside the bed. Dark eyes were wide with excitement, wondering what story would unfold this time. Itachi had heard them all many times before, but no matter how often Deidara told them, Itachi wanted to hear again. Feeling his heart beating heavily against his chest, made him feel alive, even if he had not witnessed any of those moments in person.

"I don't think you smelled," Itachi pitched in, receiving a sweet smile from the blond boy below.

With a shrug Deidara pretended it didn't matter, his mind blocking the negative moments as much as it could. "I probably did smell, but it never bothered me. We didn't have as many clothes as we have here now. But it didn't matter then. We just avoided the rich people who said we smelled, because they were not interesting anyway. The best parts of the city are the high buildings. The church is so high, it touches the sky, and we would climb all the way to the top. The view is really amazing up there."

So take me back

"Can you show me?"

Itachi should never have asked such an outrageous question, but Deidara instantly took him up on it. Dragging the heir out of bed, Deidara led him all the way out of the mansion, never bothering with changing attire. With bare feet they stomped their way down the long pathway. The darkness prevented from anyone seeing the two boys leaving the house, alarming no one that it may be unsafe for them out there.

By the time they finally reached the city, Itachi was freezing to the bone, but seeing the excited smile on Deidara's face made it all the better. Knowing every step by memory Deidara guided them down the streets, explaining what everything was. "This bakery has the best bread. We often went here to steal a few loafs to take home to the families. One of my friends got caught one time and was beaten up badly." Before the story could fully settle in, Deidara was already on the move to the next, pointing at a different shop. "The man that lives there is really nice. I don't think he makes a lot of money with the stuff he sells, but he always gave as a coin whenever we stopped by."

Feeling the mud between his toes and the cold wind rushing through his thin sleeping clothes, Itachi realised this city was not so marvellous at all. It was dirty and withering down, and yet Deidara loved it more than anything else. To him it held wealth and memories. Trying to see it with Deidara's eyes, Itachi wanted to see the things the boy saw.

No we don't want to see the truth

With a yank Itachi was suddenly pulled along, walking down the cobble stones that were indeed not very comfortable. "It's the church!" Deidara pointed out, his eyes shining in the light from the moon. With a hurry in his step they moved to the huge building, the tower so high Itachi could hardly see the top.

Sneaking inside through a window they climbed inside. A winding stairs up led them through small paths, sharp corners turned to make sure no sister was around to catch them. But eventually the burst through a door and the cold night's air hit them in the face again.

With stars above them twinkling in the sky, the moon shining a soft white light over the city, Itachi could see the buildings stretch out until they ended in the fields up ahead. All around he could see the houses, the shops, the empty streets. The view was beautiful from the silent tower. But what struck Itachi as the most brilliant thing of all, was Deidara's smile as he looked out over the city, his eyes focused on the small house at the very end he once lived in. Opening up his arms, Deidara welcomed the cold breeze as he embraced the clear night.

When the stars look down on me

What do they see?

For a moment everything was good. Itachi couldn't picture himself anywhere but here, but of course it was too good to be true.

The door burst open as several men moved in, grabbing the two boys and holding them up, so they could no longer run away. Deidara fought their holds as best as he could, shouting that they needed to let go of him. Itachi's name was mixed in there at times as he cried for help, but Itachi was raised to believe adults knew what they were doing. And for Itachi it ended up alright. Brought back to the mansion his family was happy he was safe again, but after that he never saw Deidara again. Though he was sure in a next life, they would meet again.

Just like a thief