Rating: M-rated

Warnings: Violence, gore, blood

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Working in their shed, Deidara thought back to a different time. When he was younger and did everything to fit in, be cool, and hang out with the popular people. In a way he still did his best to fit in, never wanting people to think he was odd. It was better to be considered harmless. Pretending was hard though, and Deidara didn't really like it. Being yourself was something he preferred, and he really tried to be himself. Here in the shed he felt most free. Working on his projects and finishing them exactly the way he wanted to. It didn't really matter how hard he tried anyway, he could never be someone else.

I was never one for pretenders

His lover accepted him how he was though, never questioning anything he did. Itachi was always there for him whenever Deidara needed him, though this was a different case. Deidara was afraid this would be too far for Itachi, and Deidara dreaded the day he would find out about Deidara's hobby. Though Deidara did often think of the possible outcomes. Would he be scared? Fascinated? Disgusted? Outraged? Would he walk away and never return again? All these possible emotions made Deidara shiver, because he would be the one causing it.

But Itachi was not that kind of person, emotions often drained from his features. If only everything was as dark as Deidara wanted them to be, as dark as his heart was. He was doing his best to change the world though, with his creations.

Everything I touch isn't dark enough

Stabbing the knife done, Deidara slid it through the smooth surface, readying his canvas the best he could. Gloves protected his hands from getting dirty, but the splatter was always unavoidable. The life of an artist was just this difficult and the work he did… there was always a mess. But this was what made him feel alive, and he wasn't about to cramp it back in and pretend he was someone else. He would let it all out and the world would feel what he had become.

I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.

Something crunched as Deidara pulled something apart, wanting to reach the point he needed to finish his work. It's not like he didn't see that he was different. He knew very well most people were not like him. It was all over the news where people told him he was insane, a criminal, should be locked up. But it was easy for them to say. It's not like he had wished to be this way. It had simply happened and now he could no longer fight it. Ever since his first time he had felt free, and the feeling had settled inside his body. Now he had to continue to ever feel like that again. And his art pieces were still amazing creations.

Do I have to run and hide?

As he reached for the saw, bringing it down on his work, Deidara heard the shed door open. Never had Itachi come check on him before. Usually Itachi was working when Deidara was out here working on his art. They had scheduled it like that, so they were able to spend time together. Now they would find out exactly how Itachi would react to Deidara's ways.

Would you turn your back on me?

Blood spattered all over Deidara's face didn't leave much to guess. Itachi had had a hunch for a long time already, but now it was confirmed. Slowly he stepped into the wooden shed, the smell of decay lingering in the air together with the sharp smell of bleach. He scrunched up his nose as he moved on, keeping a safe distance away from Deidara so long that saw was in his hand.

The body displayed on the table was deformed, as if Deidara had tried to make a human transform in some other kind of object. Details were carved into the skin, laying out a story that only Itachi had ever understood. The police had been looking for the serial killer that had been haunting the city. They had tried everything to find him, but Deidara had been careful not to leave behind hints. Even if he displayed the bodies all over town. Everyone needed to see his art. Everyone needed to witness the beauty he was creating.

I've turned into a monster

Nausea hit Itachi hard and he puked all over the floor a few feet beside Deidara. Still no real reaction was there to all this. No fear, no anger. Disgust a little, but not the way Deidara had thought of it. It was odd and thrilling at the same time, the unexpected coming. Maybe Itachi would not say anything and pretend it was all okay, before calling the cops once he reached the house. Not that Deidara would let him. But Itachi didn't even do that. He just stood there and watched Deidara, not even the body.

It made Deidara decide to continue, averting his gaze and focusing on his project. His saw hacked away at a limb, only to put it back somewhere else. It was nice to work like that, though half his attention was still on Itachi who was slowly walking towards him. Placing a hand on Deidara's hip, Itachi made a quite intimate gesture, which really caught Deidara off guard.

And it keeps getting stronger

"Maybe you can put this in front of the mall. Tomorrow is Saturday, so it will be extra busy. That way you can be sure many will see it, as long as you pose it somewhere where staff doesn't come. Only visitors."

Halting his movements Deidara looked up at Itachi for a moment, slowly a smile spreading on his lips. "Good idea, but I'll need help with that. I'll be ready in an hour."

"I'll get the truck ready for you," Itachi murmured before stepping away, his hand sliding away from Deidara's warm side.

With a knife Deidara made a few extra carvings, creating an intricate pattern right on the woman's breast. "Will you fuck me tonight?" he asked as Itachi was about to leave.

"Why wouldn't I?" Itachi answered, Deidara more important to him than any type of law out there.