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[tonguejob]

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.

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[pogromanate]

None of those in which Deidara desire would come from Itachi, and Itachi had no desire to humor the blonde-haired teenager. His expression continued to display the coldness, apathetic calmness that surrounded him. and the Deidara’s lips moved, words came out, and that is when Itachi contemplated on turning to leave the blonde in the clutches of the military that scouted the city like starved lap-dogs.

Still, there was no movement that the Itachi committed. He only let his scarlet hues gaze along the figure before him before returning to the other’s expression. The manic expression that decorated Deidara’s face was only returned with one that had no concern for such petty threats or gestures to cause conflict.

"How observant." Itachi said in reply with a blank tone. The words, condescending, and yet there was no hint of arrogance in them as he spoke them, no flinch of movement, and no emotion. "I would advise you to leave...however--" It was obvious that Deidara wanted nothing but to feel chaos, and slender fingers made their way into the Akatsuki robe to hook a kunai between his fingers as he spoke. "You choose to waste my time."

[tonguejob]

"What, got a date waiting?" Deidara laughed, raising his hand from the back and letting the clay figures his teeth had been molding slip between the lips on his palm, tongue shoving the grey clay to rest on his palm.

It was a group of little rabbits, strangely quite adorable, and a little surreal, modern, not too detailed. With a spoken word they jumped from his fingers, transforming mid-air from the size of thumbtacks to the size of real rabbits.

The clay bunnies bounced towards Itachi, Deidara himself stepping back, watching the man intently. "Still got no eye for art, Itachi?" He asked, sharp, voice long past the boundaries of madness, gleefully cavorting int he fields of insanity.

[pogromanate]

The mocked words had no effect on the Uchiha, instead he was filled with none other than cool and calmness with complete control over his emotions and gave no reply, nor any indication of doing so.

With his fingers hooked around the ends of the penetrating tools, they maneuvered with ease from his robe and swiftly released in a graceful manner to pieces the animated pieces of art. Several of them hit with the utmost accurate aim in hopes for a chain-reaction of explosions.

All the while; the eternal sharingan activated and the Uchiha without any hesitation vanished with quickness to reappear beside the blonde. His fist was outreached and his palm collided with Deidara’s skull, a hard grip, the Uchiha yanked the teenager’s skull forward towards the exterior of a near-by building.

[tonguejob]

The bunnies exploded quite violently as the kunai hit them, and Deidara raised a hand to covered his face from the blast. He knew without seeing that none of the clay creatures had hit their mark. But they'd probably alerted the authorities.

The hand that grabbed the back of his head was a nasty surprised, and wish a hiss Deidara kicked out behind him, flailing as the Uchiha dragged him to the wall and slammed his head against it, painfully, dizzily.

Thoughts swimming, Deidara clawed at the wall, tried to shove himself away from it, get some control before Itachi could slam his face into the concrete a second time.

[pogromanate]

The dust and smoke were no irritation to Itachi’s newly-acquired sharingan and the hand in which grabbed onto the boy’s skull soon enough abruptly jolted downwards whilst the Uchiha’s knee jerked up to collide it with the boy’s abdomen.

Another swift movement and his fingers left Deidara’s scalp so that Itachi could process to bring up his leg and perform a forceful kick to the other’s visage. As the dust and smoke cleared, Itachi once again soon perfectly still without any waver in his permanent fixture of indifference.

"You do not stand a chance against me." Itachi murmured as he looked at the wounded figure while thin lips worked around blunt words. "So don't bother..."

[tonguejob]

Blood ran down Deidara's face from a cut on his forehead. His face was smashed and scraped, his breath effectively knocked out of him. He could barely wheeze, gasping in oxygen, half doubled over and on his knees, his broken hand bracing against the ground, holding him up, hair falling forward to cover his eyes, get in his face.

His other hand had dipped back into the bag, snatching clay with greedy teeth as he caught his breath. For all that beating hurt physically, Deidara's pride stung more. It hadn't even cost Itachi any effort to bring him to his knees.

Fueled by more than a little insanity, Deidara jumped to his feet, spun and tackled Itachi, or tried. He ended up falling, tumbling and catching himself awkwardly on his shoulder as the man dissolved into crows beneath his weight.

Looking around, Deidara spotted Itachi a few feet away, rolled back to his feet and flung a small host of clay butterflies into Itachi's face, igniting them before the other man could slip away again--or so he hoped.

[pogromanate]

A flock of black feathers dispersed before Itachi reappeared only a few feet away. The scarlets embedded in his calm facade kept focus on the other’s movements, letting the sharingan read the movements of charka, how their coiled and constricted until the immense power was released by the sudden assembly of manmade insects.

Once again, and just as the army of butterflies ignited, Itachi once more vanished. It seemed all too surreal and dream-like, how for one moment the Uchiha could be there, facing his opponent, and the next moment he was beside Deidara.

Fingers wrapped around the boy’s wrist and tugged in Itachi’s direction before the Uchiha’s elbow met the clothed bones on Deidara’s ribs, to give them a harsh impact as they collided.

[tonguejob]

The teenager bit his tongue a bit as Itachi's knee impacted with his ribs. A sharp, pained gasp and he doubled over, panting, lungs rattling wetly with the blood of bruised organs.

Gripped desperately at the wrist bound to the hand grasping him, the teeth sought purchase, the mouth on Deidara's palm bit, but only encountered cloth. Disappointed that he could even get a spiteful bite in, Deidara fell back, gasping.

He couldn't move for a moment, dazed by the earlier blows and the second loss of oxygen, it was only through stubborn insanity that he didn't actually pass out right there.

[pogromanate]

Itachi did not retreat after the blow towards Deidara was inflicted; instead he stood over the figure with his expression gracing the features of dispassion and disinterest in the conflict that was committed.

Red optics gazed towards the long organs and teeth that bit on his clothing; he did not maneuver from the act of spite, and only watched Deidara collapse once again with disdain.

The Uchiha tilted his head, fingertips went to grasp at the brim of the straw hat and once more the hard material was lowered as he turned, not glancing a look back at the wounded teenager, and discarded the one-sided duel.