AN/ Chappie 2! Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park, cause I said so. I think it's a good song. So nyeeeh. On with the show!

Deidara whimpered, tossing and turning…. Cold, so cold, so cold… No, too hot, flame and screaming, flame and dead bodies… Deidara screamed, bolting awake. He was breathing heavily, sweating. He looked around, and fell back against the pillows. He had checked into an inn the day before, casting a genjutsu over some leaves for money. And now he was asleep in the bed he had reserved… He blinked against the sweat, and nuzzled back into the pillows. Safe… safe… safe…

Memories consume

Like opening the wound

I'm picking me apart again

You all assume

I'm safe here in my room

Unless I try to start again.

He sighed, walking out of the inn, thanking the innkeeper with smiles and bows. He left the inn, and walked out of the village. Since he had left the village, he had kept out of all way from ninja, genin and ANBU alike. He shivered, walking slowly and with small steps. He was eighteen now. Eight years had passed, and he was still living alone. He sighed, and looked up to the road – only to find his way blocked by a smaller, pale man only a year younger than him. He gasped, and stopped in his tracks. A tall, blue-skinned man was standing behind him, and Deidara heard a thud as something hit the ground. As he turned, he saw a large, bandage wrapped sword. He whimpered, and felt the sharp pressure of a kunai in the back of his neck, blood trickling down his back.

"I don't want to fight…" Deidara whimpered, closing his hazel eyes.

"If you want to live, you will." Growled the sharkish blue man in front of him, glaring. Deidara gulped, then dug into one of his pockets, and found the small lump of clay that he wanted. He grabbed it, and threw it to the floor. The explosion that followed sent Deidara hurtling off into a tree. Winded, he gasped for breath as he ran. He tripped over, and lay sprawled there, breathing heavily. He yelped as he felt his flesh being torn from his lower back. He groaned, biting his lip, feeling the immense pain and fighting the urge to scream.

I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused

"Itachi-sama, can I kill her?" The blue man growled.

"If you're going to kill me, at least get my gender right." Deidara snarled back. The blue man dug the sword deeper into Deidara's back, tearing away more flesh – and eating up his chakra, Deidara realized. He struggled away from the sword, ripping away more of his flesh, and then he bolted. He ran into the same pale man as before, and fell over. Again.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?" He screamed, beating his fists on the ground, shuddering. The pale man smirked.

"You seem powerful. What do you specialize in?"

"Art." Deidara huffed.

"What type of attack?"

"Explosions." Deidara decided to be as difficult as possible. Because, well, that's what he was like.

"Long ranged?"

"What do you care?"

"A lot. Our organization needs someone like you."

"Organization?"

"Akatsuki." Deidara's breath hitched. He was being invited into a criminal organization – an S-Rank one at that…

What idiot would turn that down?

Deidara stumbled along after the pale man, Itachi, and the sharkish man, Kisame. He could feel the blood from his back flowing freely down his legs, surely leaving a trail. Stupid men… Deidara shook his head quickly. If he was going to work with these people, he couldn't hate them… could he? He was stopped by an arm that Itachi had stuck out.

"We're here." Deidara blinked. It looked like a brothel to him – but hey, what could you expect from a criminal organization? He followed Itachi and Kisame in, looking around curiously. He frowned. It looked VERY much like a brothel – complete with women walking around with nothing but skimpy thongs. Deidara managed to look at them without having a gushing nosebleed, which was the current problem of Kisame. He had to stem with flow of blood with his cloak sleeve. Deidara, sighed, then yelped as he was shoved into a room, Itachi and Kisame following after him. There was a tall man standing infront of them, wearing the same black cloak. His eyes were hidden by a thick mop of hair. Overall, Deidara didn't want to trust him. He wanted to scream – but didn't know why.

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
Tonight

The taller man smirked, and stepped forwards. Itachi and Kisame stepped back through the door, closing it. Deidara whimpered. The absence of the other two somewhat scared him – he was, to say the least, scared of this man.

"I am Rei. Leader of Akatsuki." The man's voice was dark and gruff as he pressed Deidara against the wall. Deidara was a good (or bad) 5 inches smaller than Rei. He looked up, and caught a glimpse of red. Deidara shivered at the closeness, and pressed his hands against the wall, closing his eyes and wishing it all away. He felt a sharp, unbearable pain in his rib, and gasped. As he looked down, tears in his eyes and cries willing his throat to ache, he saw the kunai dug deep into his side, Rei's hand closed over it.

"Don't you forget it."

Deidara woke up, and felt something in his hand and the sharp pain in his side. He looked at his side first – the blood had dried, and the skin was starting to stitch itself into scabs. He sighed, and looked at his hand – a bottle of iodine, it looked. He sat up, and looked at the door. A silver lock glinted, and Deidara had shut it after a moments thought. He leant against the door, clutching the bottle. The pain made his brain sizzle – he had never felt anything like it.

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before

Hours later, Deidara felt a large chakra presence. The lock gave way, and Itachi stepped through, a soft smile. He looked up and down Deidara's body, before reaching down and picking up the iodine. He used a white cloth (that appeared from somewhere in his cloak) to dab at Deidara's wound, dripping the iodine directly onto the scabs. Deidara whimpered, but squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't want the cut to get infected. The handkerchief's dabbing had disappeared, and Deidara could feel breath on his face. He opened his eyes, and stared into the red ones that were level with his. He opened his mouth to speak, but Itachi had already kissed him and taken advantage of his open mouth by sliding in his tongue. Deidara squeaked, but didn't pull away, hoping that if he relaxed he might have a chance to escape. Unfortunately, that just made Itachi press harder for a reaction, a hand running down Deidara's bare stomach to slide beneath his trousers. Deidara gasped, and he gripped Itachi's shoulders. No-one, let alone himself had ever touched that area unless it was to piss. He let out a moan as Itachi began stroking through the fabric, working Deidara to and erection. When Itachi clambered on top of him, he was aware that from the bulge in his pants that he definitely wanted something more than intimate touching. He slid his hand from Deidara's pants to unbutton his trousers, sliding them down his legs. Deidara whimpered again, and then arched his back as Itachi slid down his boxers and gripped his erection tightly. Lights danced before his eyes, and he dug his nails into Itachi's pale shoulders, drawing blood. Itachi growled, and unbuttoned his own trousers, sliding them down along with his boxers. He pointed his erection at Deidara.

"Suck."

I had no options left again

AN/ Umm, Yeah. Hope you enjoyed ; I was trying to add DeiIta, and the next chapter will be DeiZet, so if you don't like the pairing then don't read it. –shrug- Anyways, thank you to JeniKatsuya ( 3), Hawk of Endymion, Dark-Kunoichi ( 3), Sabakuno Temari, and Maruken for reviewing! Your reviews make me happy and stop me from being a lazy bum and continue writing. Please send in what songs you think would be good for the next chapter, cause I'm rather stuck. Thankyou!

Fennec