Warnings: This was a gift-ficlet to a Deidara and Itachi obsessed friend of mine. There is the barest implied Deitachi, one-sided at best. I think there's also a swear word in here...


Loud
Microfic by Sarehptar

He envied Itachi--sometimes he just wanted to wring the other man's neck. The Uchiha took everything for granted: his power, his position, his eyes, his body... They were polar opposites in so many ways. Uchiha-san reminded him of a owl; silent, graceful, a deep-eyed effortless hunter. What was he then, this blond-haired, light-eyed ninja? A parrot. The thought made him laugh lightly. The onyx orbs of the Uchiha in question slid to him slowly, thoughtlessly. Instantly, the laughter died in his throat and he looked away. Uchiha-san's black eyes bothered him--they were absolutely dead, like the tissue of a recently slain corpse, just before the white-blue glaze of death snuck in. Though he'd never tell the other young man, he prefered the Sharingan. It was dangerous, of course, but weren't they all dangerous by definition?

A parrot, that's what he was. Loud, bright, flashy, extragant. Yes, he crushed a smile, that did sound accurate. They were completely different, Uchiha-san and Deidara. He'd figured that out the moment they'd met. He'd been so excited when Rei-sama had told them a new boy was coming... Uchiha-san had been fifteen, barely a year younger than him, and he'd been expecting a friend; expected the young man to welcome his company. After all, all the other members were years older and very stuffy; they remembered absolutely nothing about being teenagers! He almost laughed again. He'd never have expected Uchiha-san to be... Uchiha-san. Another laugh did escape, and the midnight-haired Akatsuki member across the table peered at him blankly. If he strained just enough, the artist-nin could catch a hint of confusion in the subtle narrowing of Itachi's eyes. The Sharingan user really had no idea what was so entertaining.

"Uchiha-san remembers when we met, un?" Across the table, a pale hand froze in the motion of bringing chopsticks to Itachi's delicate mouth. He didn't even blink, but the blond Iwa-nin could tell his words had been unexpected. He waited silently, wondering just how the ex-leaf would answer.

"No." The word came lancing cold across the table in Uchiha-san's monotone but beautiful voice. No? Deidara's expectant smile faded weakly, and he looked away again. No... Itachi-san didn't remember almost stabbing the blond to death when he'd dropped off the ceiling to say 'Hello'? He forgot something as odd -as extragant- as that?

Damn Uchiha! He took everything for granted. Deidara forced himself away from the table a little too roughly; the Sharingan user didn't even look up as the normally cheerful ninja stomped past him. Of course Uchiha-san wouldn't--no matter how hard the flashy parrot worked for attention; the deep-eyed owl never sparred a second glance.

Author's Notes: Meh, whatever. She liked it, so I figured I'd just post it. I tend to lose things that don't have a permanent place. Oh well, it's not supposed to be a masterpiece.

To Fei-sama: Heh, I'm glad you did... This one was quite a bit different, ne? But I'm glad to be able to post these short ones again--two part microfics are a hassle! I hope you enjoyed this one, even the tiniest bit.

To Rikou Suiyou: Heh heh... I couldn't help myself... After seeing how cute and huggable and just down right pretty Sasori was, I couldn't make him a grouchy-puss for very long. Have you read 268? (Cry) Sasori and his little family... So cute, in a totally twisted way. This microfic was crazy: I really wanted to write something for the leader of my Dei-chan community, but she's a crazed Dei/Ita fan. (Slight gag) The result is here. I've got such a great idea for the next drabble... (Scrabbling to get it all down)

To Noname: Why post a story I think sucks? 'Cause it's always nice to post something! Eh, because I never update anything else? I dunno. I'm glad you liked it--as for concentrating on shounen-ai... Heh, I don't think that's going to happen. I'm into really subtle stuff, but I just don't have the... talent(?) to do what the yaoi fangirls do. Thanks for reading!

And it was my last time at her party because I'm moving away.

To Ziz: I'm glad you liked my microfic, and I'm sorry for the OOC. Sasori's true face is just to cute to be mean! Sweet? My best friend said the exact same thing. Thank you so much.

To Mori: Thanks so much! I might write some more Dei/Sasori soon... Hopefully more IC this time.