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Deidara sleepily shuffled his way into the rec room downstairs, looking left and right for his Danna. It was already noon and he hadn't seen head or tail of the redhead since he had woken up four minutes ago. "Danna?" he called out.

A gruff, annoyed voice answered. "I am sorry, but your Danna is not here at the moment to satisfy his little bitch, but if you'll wait I'm sure he'll be back within an hour."

Deidara turned to see Itachi lying down on the only couch in the room, eyes closed and a scowl plastered on his face. In spite of the situation, Deidara was quite glad that the Uchiha was acting hostile towards him again. That just proved to Deidara that what had happened the other night was just another mistake caused by alcohol.

The blond happily bounded over to the couch and fell backwards onto it, his butt landing on top of Itachi's legs. The Uchiha grunted in discomfort. "Hello, Itachi-san! Where did Danna go, un?"

Itachi scowled at Deidara. "He mentioned something about a walk. Now get off of me."

Deidara ignored him, as he usually did in these situations, and turned on the television, filling the room with unbearably loud static. Itachi groaned and pressed his hand against his ears, trying to block out the awful sound. "Are you trying to piss me off?" he inquired, gritting his teeth in frustration.

Deidara glanced briefly at Itachi before smirking and returning his attention to the tv, turning the volume up. "Un," he confirmed, and it was true, he was trying to get the brunette mad. Because, see, if Deidara could get Itachi really angry than that would prove that the latter really didn't have any interest in Deidara at all because Itachi would end up screaming 'I hate you, you fucking fag!' and Itachi never lied. Except when intoxicated, un, Deidara reminded himself.

Itachi's frown deepened and, in a futile attempt to get Deidara off of him, he kicked upwards. The artist didn't show any discomfort at all, though, which frustrated Itachi further. With an exasperated sigh Itachi withdrew his legs from under Deidara's ass and moved into an upright position before standing up.

Deidara, who had not anticipated him leaving, looked up at Itachi in surprise. "Where are you going, un, Itachi-san?" You haven't said that you hated me yet, un!

The addressed glared down at the younger ninja in annoyance. "To get some peace and quiet via the magic of sleeping pills."

Inside, Deidara started panicking. The matter of knowing whether or not Itachi liked him was really getting to the pyromaniac. "But you're not going up to your room, right? You're going to come back and sleep on the couch, un?"

Dark eyebrows raised in shock at the two questions. Itachi's mouth parted to speak, but only air came out. He can't seriously want me to stay, can he? What possible motive does he have? Damn, why does he have to have such big blue eyes?

When no answer came Deidara nervously lowered the volume of the static and flipped the channel to some sitcom in hopes that the change would convince Itachi to stay and be annoyed some more.

Something clicked in Itachi's brain as his mouth snapped shut, grunting a small 'hn.' He then turned on his heel and walked into the kitchen to get some aspirin for his growing headache. As he popped the pills into his mouth Itachi turned around again and headed back to the rec room where Deidara was waiting. His mind was already made up; no matter how annoying Deidara would be, he would go back because the blonde had asked him too. And who was he, Uchiha Itachi, to deny an extremely attractive blonde? One that he had an interest in? While the other's boyfriend was out of the house? He would've had to have been stupid to refuse.

Don't do anything stupid, Itachi, he warned himself. After all, what if Deidara just wants to hang out?

All warning thoughts subsided as he stepped back into the room and were replaced with anger. The bomb artist had lain down, taking up the whole couch. Itachi stood fuming in his spot. That bastard.

"You bastard," he growled aloud to Deidara, gaining his attention.

"Hmm? What'd I do, un?"

Itachi rolled his eyes and gestured towards Deidara's current position. "You're taking up the whole couch, whore."

Ignoring the insult, Deidara leaned forward and propped himself on his elbows, leaving just enough space for Itachi to sit down in the corner of the leather sofa.

"You're welcome, un," he said cheerfully as Itachi grunted and walked over to sit down. Once the Uchiha was seated and comfortable, Deidara relaxed his elbows and his head plopped back down onto Itachi's lap.

The brunette's face heated up, forming a violent blush on Itachi's usually pale face. "Get off!" he hissed. Didn't Deidara realize what exactly was in Itachi's lap?

Deidara turned his head to look up at the Uchiha's face, which now featured two sparkling blood-red eyes. "No."

Itachi frowned and flicked Deidara's nose. The attacked flinched, moving his head on top of Itachi's knees as he held his nose in pain. "Ow! What was that for, un?!"

Glad that the blonde was no longer completely on top of him, Itachi's eyes flickered up to the tv, taking in a housewife smacking her husband on the back of the head. "Tch. You're annoying."

The next thing Itachi knew, there was a red mark forming on his cheek and a dull stinging. His gaze snapped down again. "Did you just slap me?" he growled.

Deidara raised a cocky eyebrow. "Un. What're you gonna do about it?"

Itachi grabbed a fistful of golden hair and pulled, smirking when Deidara let out a series of 'Stop it! Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop it!' "That," he answered before letting go.

Deidara glared up at him and stuck his tongue out while smoothing his hair back into place. "Annoying," repeated Itachi.

"Boring, un!"

"Destructive."

"Frugal!"

"Cocky."

"Conceited!"

"Fag.

"Pretty boy!"

"Bitch."

"Bastard!"

"Sasori's bitch."

"Well at least I have someone, un! Unlike you, you lonesome, pms-ing bastard of an Uchiha!"

While the two were trading insults their faces had unconsciously moved closer to each other (Itachi's downward and Deidara's upward) and now they were only about three inches apart. The last insult made Itachi's smirk disappear and his eyes return to their typical dusty black color, carrying a hint of sadness in them. "Hn," he grunted softly.

Deidara's temper turned into concern as he furrowed his brow. "Itachi-san? You okay?" All previous plans were now gone from the blonde's mind as he looked up into the melancholy pools of ebony only inches away from his face. Deidara couldn't even begin to guess at what was going on in the Uchiha's mind. He usually took insults pretty well. "Itachi-san?" he repeated as he raised his hand to put on Itachi's forehead to check for a temperature, but he was stopped by the Uchiha in question.

"I'm fine," he said, "just a little tired. All of your annoyance is just too much to take at once. I don't see how that puppet can stand it." Itachi let go off Deidara's hand and straightened up before gently pushing the latter aside so that he could stand. "I'm going to go sleep in my room, if you don't mind," he stated as he walked away.

Deidara just stared after him, slightly confused. What a second, he never said that he hated me, un! "Hey, Itachi!" he called out after him.

The addressed stopped, but didn't turn around. "Nani?" His annoyance was back.

"You hate me, un, right?"

Deidara waited expectantly, but the only response he got was, "What do you think, uttoushiiyo?" before Itachi continued walking.

"Ugh!" Deidara threw the nearest couch pillow at Itachi's back, "You suck, un!"

"Yeah, you wish," Itachi jested as he continued walking away, smiling to himself as he did so, "For now you'll just have to settle for the puppet."

"Teme!" Deidara threw another pillow at him, a smile on his face too. I have to admit, hanging out with [and annoying] Itachi was . . . fun.

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A/N: Sooo, I put some Japanese words in here. I guess I should translate them for you.

Un: Yeah (obviously)
Uttoushiiyo: Weary, annoying

Teme: Bastard

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