Title: Between Onyx and Cobalt
Characters: Itachi and Deidara
Location: Itachi's office
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Itachi calls Deidara in for a little reunion. After all it's been a while since they've talked.
Day/Time: Day 96 / Mid afternoon
Files. There were so damn many of then. He could easily assume that there were at least a hundred or more, if
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Or, so he assumed. It had been a while.
And things had stood as such, for however long it had been-he'd sort of given up on keeping up with dates, somewhere along way back then-and. He had been-content? He supposed.
So being told his doctor wanted to see him had been a bit of a surprise, though it had made more sense when he had asked 'why now' and received a 'your presence has been requested' with a different name tacked onto the end than the usual ( ... )
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He sat back in his chair, one leg casually crossed over the other with his hands linked over one knee.
When the nurse and the person he requested to be brought to his office entered, Itachi nodded, and gave the nurse a dismissing wave. It was apparent that she was one of the more rude staff members, and not many liked her. He immediately turned his attention to the blond, a half-smile, half-smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.
Itachi motioned to the chair across from his, offering his blond friend a seat.
"Even though I should scold yo on not coming in for your check ups, today I am just the same old Itachi from those days long ago. I'm not your doctor, at least not for today."
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Deidara couldn't-and so, didn't-resist flaunting an impish smile as he stepped fully inside, slippered feet soft on the ground as the blond strolled to the offered seat with little regard to the dismissed woman. Tossing himself onto the chair, he languidly made to settle into a comfortable slouch: angling himself to rest the crook of a knee on top of a wooden arm (so his leg easily dangled), as the hand opposite propped up his chin (despite the gesture digging his elbow into the chair's arm not-so-nicely).
He proffered a bright smile as he made himself quite comfortable-despite the attention, or rather due to it-a blond eyebrow quirking up. "Then you won't mind me taking advantage of that generous offer. I'm too beat to sit right proper, un."
Not that he was trying to see how long it would be before he drew irritation.
(Really. Though he did have to admit the exercise was quite amusing-like petting a cat backwards. Albeit one with sharp, pointy claws ( ... )
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