Yeah so, this story hasn't been updated in like 2 years. A lot has happened in this span of time, and I just sort of lost touch with my 'writer' side, haha. I've grown up a lot and changed a lot, but hopefully I'm still able to write a decent chapter to make everyone happy. Leave me an honest review to let me know how I did. I think I may start posting stories and chapters on ff again, let's see how this goes.
It was a clear, sunny day, with bright refreshing sunlight streaming down in thick rays, the brisk and cool wind flowing like satin ribbons through the air. Undeniably one of the most comfortable days that had been felt for the entire year. True to form, and true to his lover's assumptions, Itachi Uchiha was sulking. He was huddled in a humungous, velvety armchair which had room enough for 2 people to cuddle together, 2 thick comforters wrapped haphazardly around him, absorbed in his thoughts.
He had a rather large white container of tempura resting on the blankets huddled on his lap, in which he would pluck a salty fried piece of meat out of every so often, chewing it slowly and thoughtfully as if he were punishing it.
"Itachi, can you please put that down and talk to me? You're starting to freak me out." His long-time friend and one of his two roommates, Kakashi Hatake asked from across the room. He was watching television at a low volume, not for fear that the weasel would snap at him, but because it was currently on a commercial. "You've been eating that same box of food all day, and what's with all the sudden dungeon quality of this house? No lights, you haven't spoken a word, you're acting like some creepy gothic teenager. I didn't sign up to live in some irreverant emo shrine." He gestured widely with the remote, clicking his tongue condescendingly. But of course, the gesture was wasted on the sightless man. Very much the opposite of his serious friend, Kakashi was and had always been unapologetically loud with his voice and personality. "Listen, I'm not cleaning up the mess if you're deciding to hang yourself from the shower rod tonight. You're just going to stay there and rot." He waited nearly a minute for the man to respond in a huff. There was nothing Kakashi loved more than provoking and angering people, and Itachi was one of his all-time favorite targets. When he recieved no response, he frowned. "God, can't you just call Kisame and let him straighten out whatever funky mood you're in with his dick? That always works."
Itachi sighed softly, shaking his head. "First of all, I have no knowledge of the lights being on or off, as it makes no difference to me one way or the other, you raving idiot. Secondly, I just ordered this an hour or so ago, but I forgive your stupidity as we both know you have no concept of time." He paused for a moment, reflecting on his thoughts. "And there's no need to call Kisame or anyone. If you don't like the current mood I'm in, feel free to leave. Unlike you, I do have a multi-faceted personality so I am prone to different moods, not just the one you have - Annoying."
Used to this kind of behavior, Kakashi was undaunted and was satisfied by the reaction. He grinned and went back to watching his television show, a trashy reality show that revolved around a group of women and their various endeavors. Itachi went back to eating his food at an unbearably slow pace, and his dark and stormy thoughts. Several minutes later, his cell phone rang with the tone that had been designated for the shark. Due to not being able to see the name on the screen of the phone, he had assigned a different sound to the people who he spoke to on a regular basis. The silver-haired man glanced over at him and waited for him to immediately grab the phone, flip it open and answer it, as was habitual for the weasel, especially when the call was from his boyfriend. He watched in slight bemusement as Itachi picked it up and swiftly clicked his thumb over the small button on the side, the one that silenced the ringing and allowed the call to go to voicemail.
"Ohhh, I get it. You and Kisame had a little spat. Well, don't worry about it, my affronted friend. Even those with a seemingly perfect relationship such as Iru and I have disagreements. Nothing to slit your wrists over." He cooed dramatically. "What was it this time, did he hurt you with his freaky little teeth? Did he-?" Kakashi's mocking was cut short as a medium-sized bin of tools and supplies were dropped unnecessarily loudly onto the table beside him. He looked up owlishly into the chocolate eyes of his lover, Iruka Umino, and tried a charming smile.
"My, Kakashi, I'm so glad you have all this free time to pester Itachi. Now you can finally fix the door to the linen closet that you've been putting off, and while you're at it, go ahead and tighten up that leak problem we've been having in the downstairs bathroom sink. And after you've finished with that, I have a few other things you could help me with as well." He smiled widely and patronizingly at Kakashi, patting his shoulder affectionately.
"But it's my day off, Iruka dear. You know I-"
"Yes." Iruka interrupted. "It was. Remember to put up the tools and things when you're down. And any mess you make better be cleaned up." He said in his polite but no-nonsense way. He continued staring and smiling at the man until Kakashi finally stood ceremoniously, grumbling, and snatched up the bin of supplies.
"Better be something in this for me. . ." He mumbled lowly under his breath as he stalked away to the bathroom for his punishment, manual labor. Iruka shook his head, but he was smiling in his serene way. Once Kakashi was out of the way, the quiet brunette took a seat close to Itachi.
"Is there anything you wanted to talk about, Ita?" He inquired concernedly. "I'd be more than happy to just listen."
"Thank you, but. . . I'm fine." Both of them knew that was clearly not the truth, but Iruka was too tactful to comment or argue. He paused a moment before carefully speaking.
"Well, you know you will always have me if you ever do need to talk. We love you, Itachi. Kakashi too, although he never has been helpful in a situation such as this, but. . ." He trailed off, then made a little noise in his throat before rubbing a hand fondly down Itachi's arm. "Anyway, we are here for you."
"I know that." And that was the end of that. Iruka had known the elder Uchiha since they had been in high school and was well aware of the fact that pulling emotion or information out of the man was like trying to steal money out of a high-security bank vault. "I guess I'll go supervise him and leave you to your thoughts." He expressed, walking toward the back part of the house, leaving him alone again.
This time, about 15 minutes later, when his cell phone rang with the shark's tone, he answered it.
Kisame was lonely, lonelier than he had felt in a long time. He sighed sadly and tried to will the awful feeling away, but to no avail. Everything sucked, his beautiful model-esque Ita was hurting, and he just wanted to be with him. He had called a few times already, but he knew his love was purposely ignoring the calls. As much as he would have liked to pretend like the former night had never happened, it had. And no amount of consolation or sex or romantic words or apologies could change that. Itachi had basically been face-to-face with the one reason for the majority of bad feelings in his life; Haku.
But who could blame him? He thought miserably, sighing and shoving his face into his pillow to repress his angry howl. Haku had been born when he had been 12, not a man, but old enough to understand the responsibility of being a big brother. Deidara had been a baby at the time, but even at that tender age, Kisa felt an overwhelming urge to protect him. He remembered the staggering rush of pride and importance he had felt when he had caught the little blonde bundle of mischief from bumping his head on the corner of the coffee table during a shaky, unskilled walk on chunky toddler legs.
Protecting his younger brothers was written in his DNA, even at the young age he had been at the time of Haku and Deidara's birth, he recognized that their parents were busier than most. Sure, he had never gone wanting for anything material, but he was acutely aware from other children's stories and watching wholesome family shows on tv that he should be getting more emotional attention from the two. He, of course, considered himself a very self-sufficient preteen and amicably recognized how busy both of them were with. . . Business meetings or whatever it was adults were always so preoccupied with. But what if they weren't? What if they got scared or lonely or worried or needed protection from something bad? Who could be there for them? He could, and always would be. And the solemn vow he made at that tender age had never been broken.
He sighed again, aware he probably seemed whiny and wistful at this particular point in time and was glad no-one was around to see him, especially not Itachi. Whiny or wistful would certainly not be personality traits the weasel would find attractive or even appropriate for a grown male. Shaking off the thought, he picked up his phone and dialed.
This time, after the third ring, instead of hearing his lover's smooth voice instructing him to leave a message after the beep, he heard him answer.
"What is it, Kisame?" He cut to the chase as he always did. As far as Itachi was concerned, beating around the bush or skirting around an issue was for someone who was too weak to get what he wanted.
"I miss you." He said simply. "I'm sorry. Please let me come see you. Come let me be with you."
"I don't need you to come coddle me. I'm capable of taking care of myself." Itachi expressed with an air of arrogance.
Kisame knew how to play this; There was no way Ita would ever admit to being hurt or feeling sad or needing comfort. He was simply too stubborn, to unwilling to admit weakness. "I need it." He responded without a hint of shame. Revealing his weakness and needing the beautiful Uchiha was something he had no problem admitting. "Don't make me beg, Ita. I will, and you'll hate it."
"Then come if you want. But I'm not some damsel in distress like in one of your little fairytales. Don't entertain the notion that you're galloping over here like some white knight to rescue me."
"I would never." Kisa claimed sincerely, wondering why such a strange thought had even occured to the man. "I just really want to be with you, baby. Let me come and take you to bed and we can lay together and talk."
"Whatever you want." He answered briskly. "I'll be waiting." He said quietly after a few moments of silence, then Kisame heard the soft beep that indicated the call had ended. But he was smiling.
Deidara subtly smoothed his hair and checked his eyeliner using his reflection in the glass when he was sure Sasori wasn't watching. Sasori was across the cafe, ordering for both of them. He didn't even ask what I wanted, the blonde realized, after watching him for a moment standing at the counter. He supposed he didn't mind much. . . He had never spent time with such a pushy, presumptuous person before. It was certainly a different experience than his daily life or interaction on a date, which often consisted of him stating exactly what he wanted, when he wanted it, and how he wanted it and seeing it happen.
It was true that he wasn't respected by everyone in his social circle, and he supposed he deserved that, what with the promiscuity and the fact that he had fucked quite a lot of guys that had been in prior relationships and had no qualms about hiding it. As far as he was concerned, if your boyfriend was wanting a quick fuck from someone else, you were probably doing something wrong. Maybe if the prissy little prudes weren't so straight-laced and puritan, their men wouldn't come to him for a little action. his thoughts immediately drifted to Sasuke Uchiha, who he unfailingly considered his mortal enemy and quite a nuisance to his style. Unlucky for him, they happened to have a lot of mutual friends, such as Neji, Lee, Shikamaru, and Kiba. Too many to mention actually, he thought bitterly. But at any rate, Deidara had no interest in introducing Sasuke's tan, muscular boy toy to what would surely be a far more interesting sexual experience than any he had experienced with the raven, even before his complete and undivided attention had began revolving around the red-haired Sasori. Not that Naruto wasn't totally hot, he was quite a looker, but he was pretty obviously entralled and absolutely in love with the brunette. For some reason, Deidara concluded resolutely, rolling his baby blues to the ceiling. Not that it mattered to him anyway, he was totally hardcore crushing on Sasori. . . That was obvious enough, too.
"You're quite an animated thinker." Sasori observed. He was sitting back at the table, staring at the blonde intently. "Does it take a lot of energy for you to hold an inner monologue like that, for you?" He inquired in mock politeness. Deidara folded his arms over his chest, poking out his pink lower lip.
"Just because I'm a blonde, un, doesn't mean I'm an idiot! I, un, happen to be very deep which you would know if you would take the time to get to know me instead of insulting me all the time, yeah."
Sasori stared at him for a minute before speaking. "Was that incessant grunting habit something you've had since birth, or did you develop it?"
Deidara let out a breath, chewing his lower lip in slight agitation. Sasori was a self-proclaimed expert on reading people, especially someone as simple as the pretty teenager sitting across from him. Deidara's eyes seemed to reflect hurt before he swept his long dark lashes over them. The copper-eyed man was infinitely shocked at the twinge of guilt he felt at the pained look in the sky-colored eyes, and the urge to soothe and protect the beauty. Just as he had been shocked at the ardent wave of attraction he had felt when he had first laid eyes on the blonde. He didn't like that kind of guy, he had tried to convince himself. Shallow and vapid weren't personality traits he was attracted to, he had told himself bitterly and had willed himself to ignore the teenager at every turn. But he couldn't deny that over the span of time that followed from meeting Deidara and now, his thoughts would often drift to him, sometimes sexual and sometimes legitimately wondering what a relationship with the loud and obscene boy would be like. It were these thoughts that had driven the scorpion insane, he had never dwelled on a person like that before, his brooding artist's mind consumed with thoughts of the teen he had barely met.
"I don't know." He answered honestly. "It just happens." He voiced each word slowly and purposefully, as to keep from letting the habitual noise out. The nasal grunt was just as bred into his DNA as Kisame's overprotective nature. "I'm sorry." He murmured. "I know it's irritating."
Sasori wanted to bare his teeth and will the feelings he was having away, with rage and angry words. But he couldn't- he felt bad for bringing up the brat's annoying habit and hurting his feelings. Why the hell was this happening? This isn't what was supposed to happen! He wanted to study the blonde, manipulate him and fuck him certainly, but these tender feelings weren't something he was used to, and he wasn't very fond of them. Even his ex, that he had been with for several years, hadn't invoked romanticism in him. Sure, Sasori had liked him well enough, the sex had been good, and living together had been convenient in many ways. But this sickening, warm, mushy feeling was just too much. "It's fine." He replied before he could swallow the words back down.
"It. . . Is?" Deidara asked softly, a little suprised at the sudden gentleness. Sasori hesitated. He didn't know what to say. It was fine. The blonde's enticingly good looks were more than enough to make up for any small defect such as that, and the scorpion was beginning to realize he was completely enthralled by the fact that despite his past and actions, Deidara looked nothing less than an angel.
Much to the man's relief, a perky little waitress came up to the table at that moment with the first part of the meal the redhead had ordered- salads full of fresh, crisp vegetables and greens and a creamy broccoli soup with shredded cheese sprinkled lightly over it. Deidara looked at it once, then smiled back up to Sasori. "Don't tell me you're a health nut." He teased.
"I wouldn't say that." He responded. "You must be eating something healthy, though, or you wouldn't be able to maintain that emaciated, scrawny figure." He picked up his fork and began eating.
Deidara began to protest at being emaciated or scrawny, but stopped himself as Sasori's arrogant little smirk. He narrowed his eyes a little, and picked up his fork as well. Hot as the redhead was, and as much as the middle Hoshigaki son was enchanted by him, Deidara couldn't shake the feeling Sasori was hiding something. Um hello, why would he want to date (Or have sex with, which he so obviously did) him if Sasori genuinely thought he was emaciated and was disgusted by his nasal-y grunting noise. "Actually, I eat a lot of junk food." He said simply, letting the insult go.
"With all that exercise, it must be so easy to burn calories and keep your figure."
"Well, you know how it is." Deidara retored cheekily. "I put a lot of. . . Effort into my exercise. I take it really. . ." He paused momentarily, letting the spoon of soup enter his mouth and exit, his tongue flitting out to lick the last few drops away sinfully. "Seriously." He finished, and felt infinitely rewarded when Sasori's eyes flashed obvious desire and he nearly choked on his drink, recovering quickly. Deidara smiled sweetly before handing the sexy redhead a napkin. Maybe Sasori didn't know what he was getting himself into.
Alright, so nothing about the two main characters in that chapter, but I can only give you what I can give you, you know? More soon, hopefully. This is my first attempt at writing anything in 2 years so constructive criticism would be great, but not too harsh please. I'm sensitive! Also, and you can include your answer to this is in your reviews, I'm not giving away any spoilers or hints, and if I do this depends on you guys' answers - How would you guys feel about an element of mpreg being elemented into this story?
Alright, thanks so much for reading, hit me with your best shot, and get ready for more updates hopefully in the near future ;3
