Rating: K-rated

Warnings: No warnings

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A soft breeze blows through the streets, lifting up skirts, hats and hair, it fluttering up in the sky as a greeting to the beautiful blue above. Everyone is out and about, enjoying the nice weather, even if the temperature was still low. Children are running around while parents do their best to keep them at bay. And between all the rushes of people, Deidara walks as well. Achieving a steady pace he walks along the sidewalk, avoiding any bodily contact that could happen. Sliding right passed a stroller, he continues on his way, the breeze lifting his hair up like a veil.

This morning had been rough on Deidara, his last burst of anxiety bursting out as his friends didn't agree with him. A simple beer turned into a verbal fight where Deidara was so done with it all. Everything that had worried him in life, had been caused by others. It had all started with his parents that had told him what to do. Where his future lied. And what exactly he was working for. All his dreams were created by his parents, and confirmed in therapy. They should've worked on other things in therapy, but money gets you a long way.

Am I just a shadow you drew?

But now here out on the street, feeling the wind against his face, Deidara had turned optimistic again. It wasn't too late for him to look back at what he wanted. There was no need to actually follow every dream his parents had built for him. His past was not yet forgotten. As long as he took a deep look inside himself, he would be able to find it, he was sure of it. Deidara still had a future he wanted, without thoughts of others mixed in.

Looking back into the past and I can see it through

A dark cloud suddenly moved over the city, darkening the world with a threatening hue. Rain was coming and it was coming fast. The town was suddenly deserted, everyone fleeing the scene before the water would come falling down. A thunder in the distance turned the world angry, hostile, and it was approaching fast.

Standing still in the middle of the pavement, Deidara looked straight ahead, his heart clenching over the symbolic meaning. Because he had thought about all the bright futures before. The dreams he had and still wanted to achieve, but never dared to. Every choice had flown by him, his blue eyes ignoring them as they passed. Maybe that was his way of living, his prerogative. Dreams could pass him by, but the thought of actually fighting for them was frightening enough. Maybe it was cowardly of him, but he had always relied on his parents, on his friends, on his therapist. Choosing his own path was not something Deidara could easily do.

Leave me to my studied bliss

Suddenly the sky burst open, rain pouring down, cleansing the town of any dirt it could find. Glancing up at the sky Deidara could see the drops falling, landing right on his face, and sliding down his skin to drip off his chin and into his coat. A spark of hope moved through his veins as he let the rain wash away his worries. Maybe he could be cleansed as well.

An umbrella popped up right above him out of nowhere, the dark texture preventing the rain from drenching Deidara completely. Looking for the source Deidara found himself looking up in a familiar face, though he had not seen it in a long time. A soft smile adorned his lips, something Deidara had never witnessed before.

"I don't think standing here in the rain is a good idea, but you have always been an odd one," the other muttered, keeping his umbrella right above their heads. He did not usher Deidara to move though, but waited till Deidara made a choice for himself on where to go. "It was something I always liked about you though. The way you went against the masses and did whatever you wanted to do. If only I had dared that when I was a child, but not everyone could be you."

It comes back to you

Deidara had not yet responded and he could see the frown forming on the other's forehead. Maybe he thought Deidara didn't remember him, their past so long ago. Deidara had been different then. Less controlled, and far more free. Seeing this face, hearing this memory, made Deidara do something rash. Reaching back for the person he once was, if only as a child, he spoke up.

"Would you like to have coffee with me?"

First Itachi seemed surprised, but then a soft chuckle left his lips as he shook his head. "Lead the way," he replied, motioning for Deidara to take the lead and get them to a coffee shop. And as Deidara started walking, Itachi said one last thing that made Deidara's heart make a little jump. "You really have not changed one bit. I'm glad."