Alright! I just posted Uchiha Secrets. I'm on a mini-roll!! Hehehe...well enjoy this chapter!!

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Sasuke's POV

I watched him leave, quickly shutting the gates behind him.

"I don't care!" He had yelled, and the words stuck in my head like gum. I had been about to tell him what he needed to know. But he'd said he didn't care- about me.

I wiped the blood from my nose and got up, about to call Naruto when I suddenly remembered that he'd left. Slowly, I walked back to the Manor.

Flashback

I felt my heart sink horribly, when the doctor turned face me, It was then that I heard myself say:

"How much time?"

He looked puzzled.

"How much time," I repeated. "Do I have left?"

"Sasuke..." he replied softly, kindly. "You're very sick. I can't-"

"How much time?!" I yelled, fighting back tears.

The doctor looked at me. His expression was stony and his lips quivered. "A week..." He replied. "Maybe less..."

End Flashback

That had been five days ago. I had not yet worked up the courage to tell Itachi and was about to tell him but he himself had told me that he did not care.

I had barely reached the main kitchen when I had started to feel faint. I grabbed onto the counter as the room began to spin.

"Urgh..." I moaned as I began to cough. I wiped my lip and saw blood on my hands.

"Shit..."

I redoubled my grips on the counter and felt a sharp pain in my stomach. Cold sweat rand down my face. Carefully, I made my way to one of the bathrooms. There, I wiped my face clean and tried to steady my shallow breathing. The room would not stop spinning.

I looked at my pale reflection in the mirror and at the new sheen of cold sweat already covering my forehead. I looked sickly, my face was thin and sallow.

"A week...maybe less..."

The doctor's words rang in my head.

"Fuck," I muttered as I leaned onto the sink to throw up, barely making it on time.

Meanwhile, Midori's house- Normal POV

Deidara ran. He ran as fast as he could up the stairs. Nagato chased after him, his face contorted with rage. Deidara was almost to the landing. Just a few more steps.

Slam!

Deidara collided face-first with the top step. He could feel Nagato gripping his ankle tightly. Deidara turned over on his back, facing the ceiling, his eyes eyes closed. His nose was bleeding freely, dripping into his open mouth and down the sides of his face.

Deidara coughed, suddenly aware of the blood in his mouth. He sat up quickly and Nagato twisted his ankle. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Deidara screamed shrilly, his voice cracking.

A hand struck the blonde's cheek, causing him to cry out in pain.

Deidara twisted around and broke free. He half-ran, half-limped from Nagato. This, however, was not enough as Nagato caught up with him instantly. He gripped Deidara by his shoulders and turned him around. He shook him, hard.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Nagato roared, shaking Deidara.

The blonde was frozen. He couldn't answer, he just looked up into Nagato's eyes, feeling his body flood with a poison that would not let him move. A poison that was being pumped throughout his whole body along with his blood, by his unknowing, frantically beating heart...

The phone rang, startling Deidara out of his dream. The blonde screamed loudly, falling out of his chair and onto the floor. He blinked and looked around sleepily.

The phone rang again. Annoyed, Deidara got up from the floor and answered the phone.

"Hm?" he mumbled sleepily.

There was a sound not unlike a sob and then Itachi's voice. "D-Deidara?"

Deidara yawned. "Hmm, Itachi?"

There was another sob and then Itachi spoke."I just...just called to say goodbye..."

Deidara rubbed his eyes. "Why, where are you going?" he mumbled, still half-asleep.

Click.

It wa the same click that Deidara could not forget. The same he had heard, long ago when Nagato had pointed the gun at his head.

Deidara was suddenly fully awake. "Itachi, what the fuck are you doing?!"

There was a great number of sobs from Itachi's end before the Uchiha could speak. "I'm sorry-"

"Itachi!"

"Deidara, I-"

"Don't! I'm going over to your house-"

Itachi sobbed. "No, Deidara-"

"Stop! I can't- you can't-"

"I have to, I have to-"

"No, Itachi! I can't have this happening to me-"

Everything just seemed to go in slow motion , Deidara's eyes widened. There was a loud boom! and then nothing.

The phone slipped out of Deidara's grip and he spoke the last word of his sentence: "-again..." He stood, poker-straight, for what seemed like hours...days.

Years.

Deidara sat down on the chair behind him and did nothing else. He felt empty, hollow. It was his fault, all his fault! It was overwhelming, all the emotions that suddenly poured into the blonde.

His head just suddenly seemed to go blank. He couldn't remember anything. Not even picking up the phone and calling the ambulance to tell them about Itachi. Not even when he sat in a corner and cried. Cried for Itachi.

As he had done for Sasori.

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