Summary: Sequel to Planning On Forever. Itachi is a top notch lawyer. Deidara is a famous artist. Somehow, they drifted apart after college. Now, due to a murder in Deidara's art studio, they are reunited. Can they rekindle the flame they once had and prove Deidara's innocence?

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Lyrics are Unwell by Matchbox 20

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Chapter 1:

Reveling

There was a picture frame face down on his dresser. Face down because he couldn't stand to see it but not thrown out because he couldn't stand to let go of the memories. It had been seven years since Deidara had seen Itachi Uchiha. It had been seven years since he had seen the friends he had made in Konoha. Sasori lived with him and kept in contact with the others from Konoha. Deidara couldn't.

He knew his living wasn't all that healthy. He was secluded, came home with one night stands, stress smoked, Sasori had to remind him- force him at times- to eat… he was a successful artist; there was no doubt about that. He was living a life of luxury but he wasn't reveling in it. Why not? He should be reveling in his life of luxury- making a living off of being an artist like he wanted… he wanted to destroy most of the things he created but if someone bought it before seventy-two hours, he sold it.

"Dei?" Sasori asked. "You okay in there?"

"Fine, danna," Deidara said. He had also dropped the 'yeah' that often accompanied his speech.

"I have food,"

"Not hungry,"

"I don't care," Sasori said. "You're eating… you know, you could just go to him."

"Ha!" Deidara rolled his eyes, taking the sandwich from Sasori.

"Have you lost weight?" Sasori frowned. "Damn it Deidara, it's been seven years. Just go up to the man and tell him you want him back."

"I won't do that because I don't want him back and he doesn't want me back," Deidara said stubbornly, reaching for a cigarette.

"Deidara," Sasori warned. Deidara's hand froze on the cigarette case. His danna's wrath for a smoke? He reluctantly took his hand away from the case and concentrated on eating his sandwich, all too aware that Sasori disapproved of his life style. Deidara didn't care much for his own lifestyle either...

"I'll see you later. I just came to drop off food," Sasori said. "And I'm taking these with me," he added when he saw Deidara reach for the cigarettes. He pocketed them and left, leaving Deidara to stuff the quarter eaten sandwich into the refrigerator and pulling out an unopened carton of cigarettes.

All day
Staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall

Itachi collapsed on his bed. He didn't look how he should have looked. He was supposed to look perfect in the public eye, even though he wasn't in public at the moment. He was an Uchiha for crying out loud. They were supposed to look perfect at all times. His mother managed to do it, even tending the garden or cooking. Sasuke's on and off bad boy act made him appealing in just about any given situation… so why couldn't he do it?

"Itachi?"

"What are you doing here Sasuke?" Itachi groaned.

"Checking up on you," Sasuke said. "Mom's worried about you. We haven't seen you for almost a month."

"I've been busy," Itachi said.

"That's no excuse for ignoring your family,"

"I've been busy!" Itachi snapped. Sasuke looked at his brother, holding a photo frame in his hand. He half expected to see red in Itachi's eyes, especially when he saw the picture he refused to look at but also refused to throw away.

"Give me that," Itachi snapped, getting up swiftly to snatch the photo out of Sasuke's hands and deposit in one of his drawers.

"You should just call-"

"Sasuke, drop it," Itachi said.

"No!" Sasuke hissed, grabbing Itachi's arm and pushing him against the wall so he could make sure he was looking him in the eye. "Don't you see what you're doing? You're putting your whole self into your career. What happened? You used to give time to your family- seven years-"

"I said drop it, Sasuke!" Itachi snarled, pushing Sasuke off of him and to the floor. "Tell mom I'll be there for dinner on Friday. I'll see you then." Sasuke stared at his brother's back before he got off the floor and paused before he exited.

"Maybe you should have married that Haruno slut. You wouldn't be any different then you are now... and mom and I wouldn't have lost our Itachi," he said, slamming the door.

Itachi groaned and buried his face in his hands, throwing his tie to the other side of the room. He walked over to grab it and punched the wall next to the sliding door. He slid to the floor in a defeated heap as the blood ran slowly down his hand.

All night
Hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something

She had heard about his work. She didn't want to believe it. Deidara Iwagakure was supposed to be a failure because he came from trash. He took her Itachi away from her. Everything was perfect until he came into the picture... She was a little surprised to find out that he had no alarm and that he kept a key in the potted plant outside.

Once inside, Himiko turned on the light. She didn't want to acknowledge the brilliance of his pieces. She definitely wasn't surprised to hear the loud music blasting from upstairs. She took a sheet of one of the pieces- a sculpture. She smirked. This one was an eye sore. It was titled "The Fates."

Someone grabbed her from behind and she tried to scream but her mouth was covered by a hand and she felt a knife shove deeply into her.

"So sorry but it has to be this way," her eyes widened when she recognized the voice. "You brought this on yourself." Himiko tried screaming again as she felt the knife pull out of her and then stab again and again until she could feel no more.

The killer let her fall onto the sculpture of the Fates, crushing it into millions of pieces.

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
I been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me