I love the lyrics of this one... Because there is one line in there that just screams Deidara to me. "I am the colour of boom" How can that not be Deidara, right? Unfortunately the story may not have as happy of a tone...

Rating: K-rated

Warnings: Mild violence

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Flying through the house, Itachi was getting ready for work. Hitting a quick shower, eating breakfast as he was putting on his dress shoes, and a quick kiss on Deidara's cheek as he finally flew out the door. Leaving Deidara behind sitting on the couch with nothing to do except sit there. Because that was what life had turned into. Itachi needing to get all the money in while Deidara lived his life as it came. One after the other reckless decision throwing them in debts they could no longer afford.

I'm a one night too long

But Deidara could not stop making rash decisions. Everything came to him on a whim. Quitting his job and aspiring to be an artist, failing badly at it. Moving to a new big city, because that would be the place where they would achieve what they could not achieve in another city. And Itachi went along with it every time. And when this decision would not prove to be worthy, then Deidara would start all over, and come up with the next brilliant idea. One that would fail utterly just like the one before, because none of his decisions were actually worthwhile.

Can't slow down

And yet he was the one able to make all these foolish decisions, Itachi never stopping him. If only he had realised Deidara was a first class let down, and had told him to shut up and sit down. Itachi was the one who could think logically of the two, emotions not getting too involved. Or perhaps they did, as his love for Deidara only showed how he could not resist everything Deidara came up with. It had gotten them both into trouble, no matter how hard Itachi worked to make it all right. And somehow Deidara could never get to Itachi's level. No matter how hard he tried, what Itachi could, was something Deidara could never achieve. Like that pay raise that would never happen for Deidara.

And I am the colour of boom

Standing up from the couch Deidara could feel it all hanging heavily on his heart, knowing he was the problem in this all. Dragging himself to the desk they had set up in their apartment, he let his eyes slide through the many pictures aligned on the surface. Was it a necessity to have this many pictures of them together, smiling up at the camera or simply looking each other in the eye. As if they could truly not live without one another. But Deidara knew better than that.

When had they reached this point where their love was better in picture? Where a Polaroid would seem happier than they were in real life. The smiles fake as they looked at each other so lovingly, fooling everyone around that they had never felt better. That this was all they ever needed. Their love was what made them happy. Money was not important, stability was not important. As long as they had each other.

Better in picture

But what wasn't in picture were the moments where they had yelled at each other. Where Deidara had driven Itachi so far up the wall, that he had chosen to sleep on the couch that night. All because he wanted to talk all night, and not take into account Itachi had to work early in the morning. Or when Deidara had chosen to walk down a dark alley, to feel the thrill of fear buzz through his head, and instead had gotten himself beaten up. How angry Itachi had been for his reckless behaviour.

Itachi was just too perfect, like an opera always on time and perfectly in tune. While Deidara missed all those points, being the sole example of imperfection. Exploding behaviour with colours surrounding him that could no longer be explained.

I am the colour of boom

Turning around to face the large wall behind the couch, looking at the painting he had once drawn with his heart filled with love. A picture of them together. The delicacy in his strokes showed how careful he wanted to be to capture every detail that was in their positions. How their eyes would meet, but also slightly glance away from each other. It had taken him months, but it had been worth it at the time. The time where Deidara still believed this was something real. That this was truly how far they could come.

But pictures lie, showing images that are not true in real life. Smiles that were never shared anymore. Loving glances that were never directed at the other. Avoiding was what they did. Avoiding the problems that had arisen, while faking happiness through pictures. No one knew how their relationship really was. They hardly realised it themselves.

But never can fill the void

Now Deidara was finally to face the problems though, seeing how everything was screwed up. Deidara would face the consequences. Something had to be done. A conversation needed to start, or someone just had to leave. It was time to go outside and let the rain fall. Let it wash away every single thing that stopped them from moving on.

I'm gonna get ready

The painting was ripped off the wall first, Deidara putting his knee through the rough canvas, smashing the image apart. All the photos were next, the frames shattering against the wall as Deidara threw them with force. His heart was filled with hate for those fake smiles. For the lies they had been telling themselves and everyone around. This was not what they were, and they would never be this again. With every frame less Deidara felt lighter and lighter, his problems sliding off his shoulders with every broken glass. Through the house he went, breaking every lie around that he could find. The picture stuffed in his wallet was torn to pieces and thrown around as confetti, because that was all it was good for. A celebration of finally facing the truth.

Deidara was dancing through the living room when Itachi came back in, having forgotten an important document for work. Glass was littered all over the floor, the frames leaving behind a mess that would be hard to clean. But the gleeful smile on Deidara's lips was what struck Itachi as the most odd. That was until those blue eyes landed on him.

Defeated they looked at each other, because this was the one step that would be hardest, but there was no turning back now. Slowly Itachi walked towards Deidara, glass crunching under his feet. Out of his pants pocket he fished his cell phone and pressed a button. And right as he reached Deidara, pulling his lover into a kiss, he snapped a picture. A new picture, of them together. Where there were no lies, but only tears. Tears shared for each other. Because no matter what, Itachi loved Deidara with all his heart.

Love is a Polaroid