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Feb 18, 2009 00:37

Who: Deidara (tonguejob) and Itachi (pogromanate)
Where: Elysium
When: After midnight Around nine, after curfew.
Summary: Ninja. In the night.
Rating: R just in case of violence and a lot of swearing.
Other: Itachi's an asshole, and he's got no sense of art.

( And never, ever let them get wet... )

deidara, uchiha itachi

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pogromanate February 18 2009, 09:11:46 UTC

Wisps of hair curved around the Uchiha’s delicate visage as fingers took a hold of the fold that met his robe. Typically donned in his Akatsuki attire and easily avoiding those that were in the duty of lining their vision with those that did not belong after hours. Itachi had no qualms with their own duty; however, their acknowledgement of him would equally lead to their downfall ( ... )

tonguejob February 18 2009, 09:36:14 UTC

Deidara stopped, stared for a moment as someone he knew, knew from the past just... Walked past him. Calm and casual as you please. He knew that outfit, you'd have to be an idiot in Abyss not to have heard rumors about the people that wore it--you'd have to be an even bigger moron to try and wear that get-up anywhere without the legitimate right to.

Deidara'd found out the hard way why the hell the Akatsuki were feared, only whispered about, and generally not fucking messed withSo to see not only a member of the elite organization, but one he knew and hated so incredibly strongly--the adrenaline was enough to make Deidara feel like his heart had stopped for a moment, and his teeth bared in a vicious, silent snarl ( ... )

pogromanate February 18 2009, 11:14:51 UTC

The low snarl, the blood boiling full of hatred and the Uchiha turned around, the hem of the robe enveloped him with one arm languidly rested on the curtained material, his stance was obviously proud, the sharingan in all it’s scarlet galore held a pattern of the eternal. Coils of snake-like figures swimming in a pool of crimson and thin lips creased to show none other than indifference ( ... )

tonguejob February 18 2009, 11:33:02 UTC

It wasn't revenge for his comrades that drew the anger from Deidara. He couldn't have cared less about the kids he'd run with back in those days--they'd died artistically, gone out magnificently.

What pissed the blond off was Itachi. Those eyes. The eyes that didn't care for his art or his ability, that looked at him and through him as coldly as if he didn't exist. As if his art didn't exist. Deidara's mark on the world meant nothing to that man, and Deidara wanted to force a different look into those eyes; he wanted to see shock, surprise, acknowledgment in the brief moment of realization before Itachi died ( ... )

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