Chapter 3: Itachi's Brother
"Say, Itachi?", Deidara asked after we finished our last share of food. We definitely needed to go out hunting tonight and I still had getting rid of Itachi on my mind.
"What is it?" Itachi answered.
"Are you the only survivor of your family?" Deidara asked curiously tilting his head to the side. His sky blue eyes sparked a sheer interest in Itachi and I couldn't help, but form a fist in envy. Why was he interested in someone like Itachi ? Wasn't I the one that saved his life? Am I not enough?
"I'm not sure" Itachi replied uncertain. " I hope my little brother is safe. I've been trying to look for him, but I got caught up in the storm and that was how I ended up next to the dumpster looking for food."
" A little brother?" Deidara grinned. "So cool!"
He turned to me and put his hands on my shoulders. "Sasori-nii! Let's find Itachi's brother and be one big happy family, hmm?"
Sasori-nii?
"To hell with that!" I spat finally losing my temper. "We're out of food and you want to add a fourth member to the party? Go die and see if I care!"
Itachi slowly backed away from us and quivered.
"You don't mean that!" Deidara whined." C'mon Sasori we can look for food and his little brother at the same time can't we?" His hands squeezed my shoulders in hope and I pushed them away.
"Deidara" I started. " It's not like you and I are going to be together forever, if you don't agree with me then I'll fend for myself and you do the same."
I started to walk off , but something grabbed me from the back. Deidara put his arms around my waist and I could already hear him sobbing on my back.
"Sasori, don't leave" he begged sobbing.
"It's a little late for that."
I knew I was being selfish, but even I knew that being with Deidara meant that he was going to bring in more orphans whether I liked it or not.
"We're not a refugee camp so you don't have to-"
"I know! But it feels right. And I want you to do the same, help people like you helped me. I mean, Sasori you're strong and clever and I admire you, but I'm not dumb enough to let you leave so I won't let go!" With that Deidara squeezed me harder, yet the pain was bearable.
It was a nice kind of pain, the pain of when you lose something you love, but then gain it in a different way. I knew nothing of love yet this feeling...is nostalgic. Where have I felt this before?
So that was it...
My parents made me feel this way after all. My eyes widened. It's been only a year since I've met Deidara and half of me is pleading to stay, but I know it'll cost me my life, maybe even our lives. And also Itachi..
I glared at the frail boy who's eyes I couldn't see. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking. Itachi lowered his face so that my glare wouldn't pierce through his soul.
I formed an evil grin and made up my mind
"Sure, we'll help fine Itachi's brother." I agreed.
"Huh?" Deidara asked shocked. "Are you serious?"
Itachi jumped as well.
"Yes."
"Sasori you're the best!" Deidara sang and squeezed me even harder.
"Oi! Just let go of me already!" I demanded embarrassed.
"Just think of me as a girl, you did after all." he teased sticking out his tongue.
"Shut up!" I blushed.
"u-um" Itachi stuttered. "Thank you!" he bowed.
" You don't have to be so formal!" Deidara told him and slapped his back, taking Itachi by surprise.
"Don't mention it." I smiled, obviously faking it. "Don't mention it at all."
I definitely had something up my sleeve, but I didn't even know what exactly it was. The tingly feeling you get when you want to plan something evil.