Control

A/N: WHOOO!!! We've made it to ten chapters!

Note: Remember, I am very, very, very aware that Itachi is OOC, but remember, this is how I perceived his "childhood" or teen years to have been like. Or wished them to be...

Note 2: Yea, I was writing this chapter different ways and then…I decided that there is no way I'll be able to finish this in two more chapters without the chapters being 40 pages long or leaving out important things and lacking suspense that I love to torment you all with. So sorry for the long wait but this story will now be…at least 15 - 20 chapters long. -smile-

Note 3: I am very friggen aware that this is a KisamexItachi fic. It's also a ItachixDeidara fic!!!! LOVE TRIANGLE PEOPLE!!! O.o….just…try to be patient with me, I have little bit of a plot to this smutty story! Aren't sex stories supposed to have plenty of sex and weird pairings? No?…well…this one does. It will end KisamexItachi…I think you will all be happy with this chapter otherwise.

Chapter Ten: Progression

(about….hm….4 months after the last chapter…((I gotta get through fricken 3 more years people))) Please read the notes at the end.

(-4 months later-)

Being in the same room as each other has officially become awkward…

Well for Kisame it has become awkward, irritating, degrading and annoying.

Meanwhile, for Itachi, life has become extremely entertaining.

While he still refers to Kisame as his master, he has flipped the positions and become the one in charge of the situations.

Itachi could not only out run the older man, but, now, he can also beat him in strength and ninjutsu; well for now anyway, both nin are training vigorously everyday, for several hours at a time.

His favorite past time has become the give-Kisame-a-taste-and-then-leave-him-with-blue-balls game. It has become very entertaining to hear Kisame scream in frustration after he teleports out of the room when he is just about to reach his peak. Only, he hasn't seen him in over three weeks.

Luckily, Itachi already has someone to relieve him when he is in need. And thanks to this amazingly 'giving' and 'fun' individual, Itachi has found himself to be in a consistently brighter mood.

That person being an adorable blonde named Deidara.

So this poor, innocent (cough), little, feminine, blonde boy, somehow wound up standing in between his lover and his lover's partner during a casual organization meeting.

Itachi shoots the older boy a glance when he somehow feels him trembling beside him, (from six feet away) wondering what could possibly be wrong with him. Blue eye(s) darting about the room frantically, focusing on one target for mere seconds. Tanned hands wrinkling the expensive material of the uniform cloak. (Konan, the handler of the dry cleaning will be upset.) His teeth causing indents on his lower lip. Itachi looks away focusing on the Leader as he discusses his next assignment with Kisame.

'What on earth is wrong with him? Did he forget to take his medication this morning? No, wait I gave it to him myself when we had breakfast together…'

From across the circle of the organization, Akasuna no Sasori glares harshly at Hoshigaki, Kisame, who is oblivious to everything except the trembling boy beside him. The puppet master has always known about the strange relationship between Deidara and Itachi, and of course the violent one between Itachi and Kisame.

He is certainly not oblivious and very observant; and he knows that Deidara is being hurt by Itachi's and Kisame's screwed up relationship. Since Deidara will not come to him with his problems he can not get involved unless a third party asks him to, and that is highly unlikely.

Now, the antagonist of this ordeal is digging his sharp nails into the heels of his hands, prickles of blood seeping out and threatening to fall to the floor. He is very aware that he should be listening to Sir Leader's detailed instructions of the next mission he is assigning, but decides to depend on his partner to gather them.

Instead of being responsible, he uptakes the small hobby of directing every ounce of killer intent he has in his very being at a specific small blonde terrorist standing - no, trembling beside him. His face contorted angrily as he glares viciously at him, thanking that he chose to wear his Akatsuki regulation hat on this day; especially after what he finally pieced together after three months of confusion and humiliation.

Now, Kisame is no genius; but this morning, he figured out that Deidara, had somehow convinced his pet, Itachi to get back together with him, after raping him.

'What the fuck could Itachi be thinking!?'

Kisame growls quietly, recieving a bit of joy when his target flinches.

'How could he take back that worthless piece shit after he violated and tormented him? Is he toying with him or something? I ought to wring that little bastards neck and feed him some of his own damn explosives and light him up!'

'My, my, seems as if someone is a bit jealous… You darn hypocrite you.'

'Oh, shut up conscious, no one wants to hear what you have to say!'

'My adoring fans do though…' the dark voice cackles in Kisame's mind.

'Oh fuck off, I'm trying to make someone commit suicide here!'

'By all means, continue, I'll simply observe…and entertain myself!'

Kisame groans mentally and resumes pouring the killing intent onto the frightened blonde boy. Meanwhile his conscious begins pestering him about his jealousy observation.

'So…Itachi-kun seems happy with him…'

-

Deidara sucks in air harshly. His body has become absolutely rigged with fear, he is shaking hard enough be considered a rattlesnake's rattler.

'Oh dear god he knows!'

His frantic blue eyes- er…eye constantly checking on the scary blue man to his right.

'How did he find out though? Did Itachi-koi tell him? No…I doubt it! He would have told me if he did…then how!? Oh god this is bad!'

Shaking more, he wrinkles his cloak horridly with his sweaty hands; only momentarily registering Itachi's worried glance before scrunching his eyes closed to prevent tears from falling.

'I don't think my meds have kicked in yet! God I think I need to lay down! I-I cant breath!'

Deidara really can't inhale enough oxygen to be classified as the appropriate amount, his skin paling from its previously beautiful, honey tan color.

Sadly, his meds have actually kicked in, they have been working since the end of breakfast. When Itachi took him to see his new psychiatrist four months ago, the doctor prescribed him two different medicines with normal side effects.

First of all, the one rule he must have forgotten, was that he must not undergo stressful encounters (Psychiatrist: …no meetings, or sporting events, no big speeches...) until one full hour AFTER the pills have been taken with a good meal. Other wise, side effects will ensue (Psychiatrist: …for example; sweating, labored breathing, nausea, vomiting, tremors and fainting…)

Well this BRIEF (would he hurry up!?) meeting is not meant to be stressful, nor are any of the other BRIEF meetings they frequently have. Somehow, this meeting, had gone from a casual information and mission distribution, to a nightmare.

Slowly he begins to hyperventilate, his vision clouding and the room seems to grow smaller. Itachi seems to be hundreds of miles away and when he glances at Kisame again, he is towering over him, glaring down at him and then he feels his stomach churn as his blood turns to ice in his veins.

Then suddenly Sir Leader dismisses them, they can do whatever the were doing previously.

For Deidara, his feet uproot themselves from the ground and he launches himself out of the room and down the hallway, bile rising in his throat. He just barely slams himself into the bathroom when his breakfast makes the round trip up and into the toilet he is hunched over.

After gagging a couple times he begin sobbing as quietly as possible, his forehead resting on the toilet seat, his body shaking lightly.

-

Our favorite brunet nearly snaps his neck to watch his beautiful boyfriend flee from the room, he looks as if he is about to throw up.

As he turns to chase after him, he stops, staring at the retreating back of his master, exiting through the opposite door. He looks to where he was once standing and spies droplets of blood and follows the little trail, finding it falling behind his retreating back from his hands. He senses anger rolling off of him.

'What did he do to Deidara?'

He winces as his heart throbs gently, telling him to go to Kisame and just profess his love to him. He wills that away and shakes his head.

'Get it together Uchiha!'

Itachi dashes after his little blonde.

-

Kisame pauses at the door, he felt Itachi's eyes on him. Smirking, he thinks that just maybe his pet wanted him, that maybe he saw Deidara in that state and found it to be weak. He turns around intending to ask for his pet to follow him, but finds him running out of the room.

'Stupid idiot…what am I going to do?' his thoughts echo in his head. A fairy sized version of him lands on his shoulder, twirling a kunai knife between its fingers.

'Well…you could always get rid of the problem.' Kisame's conscious answers slyly.

'I don't think killing him would be wise.'

'Since when do YOU think? Just kill the damn brat, then you can have the little weasel all to yourself.'

Kisame ponders that idea for a moment and smiles evilly to himself.

'He just might be heart broken enough to just crawl back to me like the sexy little slave he is meant to be.'

'Exactly, get the whips and chains ready for the slut. Killing the blonde will be a piece of cake.'

A sadistic plan forming in his mind, the blue-skinned man stalks away chuckling darkly.

-

Kakuzu exchanges a look with his partner Hidan.

"Just what the hell is going on between him and Uchiha?"

"How the fuck should I know? Lets go spar, I need to work on my speed."

"Damn right. You're so slow, you're going to get yourself killed one of these days."

"Fuck you Kakuzu. I'm immortal, remember?"

"Mhm…" Kakuzu rolls his eyes and begins to push Hidan from the room; the immortal grumbling angrily at his forcefulness.

-

Itachi carefully pushes the bathroom door open, his nose wrinkling at the smell of vomit. Upon hearing the sobs coming from his boyfriend, his heart clenches fiercely; he may not love the older boy, but he surely cares deeply for him, after all they've gone through and all the time they've spent together…

"Dei-koi?" he reaches over and flushes the toilet, rubbing circles across the sobbing boy's back while doing so.

"He's gonna kill me Ita-koi…" Deidara sniffles, and then hiccups. "He-he knows about us!" The terrorist looks up at his boyfriend, his eyes are puffy, tears staining his cheeks, and his is face red.

Itachi's own face contorts with sadness, he reaches out to wipe away Deidara's tears.

"No he wont, I wont let him. Now try and calm down."

Deidara nods, sitting back against the wall, sniffling still, a few more tears seeping out, but he chases them away with his wrinkled sleeve.

Itachi stands up and reaches into an above cupboard, standing on the tips of his toes to grab a wash cloth. He then turns on the cold faucet and soaks the cloth and wrings it out. Kneeling before Deidara again, he gently begins wiping his face, cooling him down. The blonde's eyes remain open, he parts his lip slightly, allowing the Uchiha to cleanse his mouth, removing the vile taste.

The Uchiha sets the cloth on the sink when he finishes and turns back to his boyfriend, staring into his sapphire eyes.

'God it kills me to see him like this…'

He runs his pale right hand though the other boys blonde locks so that he may see his whole face and clutches them gently, slowly moving closer to him.

Deidara's hand reaches up to touch Itachi's face, disbelief in his eyes; never is Itachi this gentle and caring with him.

"Who are you?"

Itachi's eyes widen, he stops moving.

"What?"

"Are you really my Itachi?"

Onyx eyes blink slowly in confusion.

"…yes…"

Tears well up in Deidara's eyes again, this time they are happy.

"That makes me feel good…you are never so gentle with my Ita-koi…It makes me feel as if I'm special to you, like you care about me."

Itachi swallows hard and struggles for words, his left hand coming up to hold the other side his blonde's face.

"You are… You are special to me Dei. I care for you. Very, very much…"

Deidara laughs lightly, pulling his brunet closer to him.

"Did I tell you that you're voice crack is gone? You're voice is so sexy when you tell me that I'm special."

Itachi smirks, closing his eyes and chuckling under his breath. He didn't even realize that embarrassing effect of puberty had finally disappeared.

'It's amazing how quickly I calmed him down, just by being so nice to him.'

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really."

A tan hand tugs gently on Itachi's long brunet hair; a shy smile forms on the owner's face, blue eyes closing in preparation, then sparkle as they bore into the onyx ones before him.

"Ita-koi…"

"Yes Dei-koi?"

Deidara's heart swells at the nickname, could Itachi be falling in love with him after all this time?

"Will you kiss me?"

Itachi smiles gently and leans in closer, and presses a kiss to Deidara's forehead.

"Not there!" Deidara pouts.

"Where then?" Itachi teases.

"Lower!" he demands.

Itachi presses a kiss to his cheek.

"There?"

"Noooo…try again!" The terrorist giggles, his boyfriend is being so playful, he must take advantage of this rarity.

Itachi laughs and presses a sweet kiss to Deidara's lips, tan arms wrap around his neck as their kiss is deepened. The younger boy presses a hand against the wall behind the older boys head to steady himself, as he straddles his extended left leg, pressing as close as possible to the other male. He cocks his head to the left as he teases the boys lips with his tongue.

Deidara parts his lips gently for his boyfriend, moaning quietly as his mouth is caressed and massaged by that oh so talented tongue. He slips his fingers into his hair, pulling the hair band out and tangles his fingers in the silky strands, tugging gently on them.

Itachi finally pulls away, pressing a final chaste kiss on his lips and stays a couple inches from his face. He chuckles good heartedly.

"How was that?"

"Amazing."

"Good." Itachi strokes his boyfriends face lovingly and begins to stand up, bring the other boy with him. "I think you need to take a nap, then we can go into the village and I'll buy you dinner."

Deidara giggles, releasing his hands from the silky hair; he doesn't even realize he has to look down at his dominant boyfriend.

"Feeling a bit romantic Itachi?"

Itachi blushes and looks away.

"Sort of, if that's how you want to look at it."

Deidara jumps onto his boyfriend, hugging him tightly.

"Oh you're just so cute when you blush!!!"

'Yup…he's back to his hyper self…' Itachi thinks with a huge sigh. He takes Deidara's hand and begins to pull him out of the bathroom, heading to Deidara's room. Sasori had vacated the room many weeks ago, sick of their noisiness; and since he didn't really sleep (not that they knew that) he could just stay out the room at night and all day really.

"Yea, yea…come on, you're taking a nap."

Deidara laughs and follows along.

"Only if you lay down with me!"

One look at Deidara's hopeful blue eyes and he is sold.

"Fine."

The blonde is pleased.

-

Kisame watches the two disappear into Deidara's bedroom with disgust.

"Gag me with a kunai…" He shudders and storms away, heading out to the training grounds.

-

The room is locked and the room is dark, except for the little light coming from the window. Deidara has striped to his boxers and is now sitting on the bed brushing his loose hair. Itachi is closing the curtains, also striped to his boxers; he climbs onto the queen size bed, slipping behind his beautiful blonde.

Carefully pulling the brush from tan fingers, he places it on the night stand and kisses the back of his shoulder.

"You're taking a nap, you don't need to look like a model right now." 'Even though you already do...'

Deidara blushes and sets his hands in his lap.

"But you're here, un."

"And I already think you're beautiful." Itachi answer quietly, pressing another kiss to the back of his neck. A light blush dusting his cheeks; he just feels so close to his lover at the moment, so much passion welling in his being.

"I-Itachi…" The tanned male shudders delightfully as cool hands ghost over his arms.

"Sh…"

Deidara allows himself to be pulled back gently, and laid down in the center of the bed.

"Close you're eyes Dei."

The terrorist obeys his command, inhaling slowly as hands suddenly begin touching him on every inch of skin of his body.

'I don't think I'm taking nap yet…'

"Oh…" he moans quietly as he heats up, his hands clutching the sheets on the bed firmly; Itachi begins to use his mouth along with his hands to please him.

"When did you get so good at this Ita-koi? Oh goodness…" His body felt as if it were on fire, so much pleasure…

"So much practice with you helps…" Itachi smirks, nipping at the dip in his hip and trails his tongue at the brim of Dei's boxers.

"God…don't stop!"

Itachi chuckles as begins to work away the boxers from his lover and runs his tongue over the tan skin packing in tight, lean muscle.

"You're so sensitive Dei."

Soon he has the blonde laying naked before him, writhing with pleasure. He slips out of his own boxers as a precaution.

Massaging his thighs he spreads his blonde's legs open, blowing cool air onto the pulsing erection in front of him.

Tan hands fist the sheets harder as his back arches, whimpers coming from his throat.

Itachi's warm tongue slips from between his lips and trails from the base of the erection to the tip where he teases the slit generously, earning plenty of moans from his lover.

He continues to trace his tongue over every inch of the rock hard erection in front of him; Deidara is nearly in tears from the torture, being greedy and begging for more than he is getting.

Slow, torturously slow he sucks him into his warm mouth, taking a bit at a time till the penis is shoved down his throat. Itachi swallows around him, constricting his throat and mouth muscles to massage the blonde's penis and he moans to add vibrations to the pleasure. He feels his boyfriend approaching his peak when he slowly pulls away, earning a cry of despair.

"No! No! No! Don't stop! Please! It's too good!"

"Sh…I want to try something new…"

Deidara feels excitement burn in his lower regions; something new? What could he mean!?

Then he feels that talented warm tongue lick its way up the back of his thigh and two strong hands part his cheeks. A blush forms on his face.

Itachi tentatively uses his tongue to circle the pert anus of his boyfriend, finding that he didn't actually taste anything and becomes bolder, applying more pressure as he explores the outer shell of that amazing taut ass. He spreads his uke's legs further, allowing him to release one hand to stroke his boyfriend's hard erection gently. His tongue presses further into his anus lapping at his insides as he prepares to enter him; his other hand comes up to help stretch him further.

Meanwhile, Deidara is trying to not have a seizure from the intense pleasure. Sharp intakes of breath, moans escaping, a thin sheen of sweat is covering his body, and his own powerful hands nearly ripping holes in his sheets.

The seme enjoys this new act he has been performing, finding it to be new and dare he say it a bit exciting for him to have another form of control over his boyfriend's pleasure, even if he truly wants to please him.

"I-Ita-koi! Please take me already!"

Itachi smirks, continuing on for another minute before he pulls back and looks down at the writhing, beautiful mess of pleasure that belongs to him.

"God you just turn me on…"

His pale hands grip his petite hips and he presses forward and enters his boyfriend with a smooth single stroke. Itachi groans loudly from the tightness around him and pauses to lean down and sensually kiss his uke. Tan arms once more wrap around his neck and strong tan legs lock themselves around his hips; he begins to rock into him slowly.

They become a mess of moans and groans, crying out from the pleasure; sweat pouring from their bodies. They aren't fucking like they normally do, they are for the first time, making love.

Itachi forms hickies all over Deidara's neck and shoulders, always returning to give another passionate and sensual kiss when those hands would pull on his own loose hair, demanding one.

Deidara clutches firmly onto his love as his sweet spot is continuously struck, his peek being approached rapidly. He cries out Itachi's name repeatedly as he is pounded into harder and harder with each thrust and then suddenly he explodes spraying his essence over their chests and stomachs. Itachi whispers his name as he pulsates inside him, somehow not collapsing on top of him like usual. Instead he cups his cheek as he slides out of him and kisses him sweetly.

"You're perfect Dei…you know that?"

Deidara's eyes fill with tears, he clings onto him and kisses him firmly. He didn't say those three special words…but he's getting closer to it!

"I think you're perfect as well, un…"

Itachi smiles shyly and lays beside him, holding him close.

"Go to sleep Dei-kun…"

"Mh…as you wish, un…" The feminine blonde curls up in the brunets arms and drifts to sleep, his seme following him slowly.

-

Sasori sips his tea slowly, savoring the very taste of it; Jasmine, such a rare expensive tea…what a treat.

After a while a noise alerts him and he glances over to the first doorway to find Kisame stalking inside; he begins to rummage through the refrigerator.

At first Sasori ignores him, setting his steaming cup of tea down to study the two small orange pill bottles he found in the cupboard earlier. They both were labeled to be given to an Iwa, Deidara. The first bottle, one with breakfast, one with lunch and one with dinner. The second to be taken once in the morning. For Bipolar Disorder and Schizophrenia.

'I suppose Itachi truly does care for my blonde… he looks out for him quite well. But his fucked up relationship with Hoshigaki is going to hurt my Deidara… I cannot allow that to happen... If I can help it at least...'

Sasori sets the pills down and sips his tea again.

"So, why were you trying to kill my partner with your chakra at this mornings meeting Hoshigaki-san?"

Kisame tenses and pulls out of the refrigerator with a bottle of water, which he chugs half of before speaking.

"Well that little bastard stole my pet from me."

Sasori snorts, sipping his tea calmly.

"What!?"

"Deidara-chan may have asked Uchiha-san to give him a lets see…a third chance? But Uchiha-san is the one who accepted and is truly working to make their relationship work."

The puppet master sets his tea down and focuses his attention on the other person in the room.

"Bullshit. You cant really believe that Itachi has feelings for him, do you? They're both just using each other for a good fuck."

Kisame is angry, Sasori senses that and rolls his eyes.

"If you weren't so blinded by jealousy, you'd understand that they really care for each other. This is the only reason why I allowed their relationship to ensue in the first place. I care deeply for Deidara, he is dear to me and I love him. He is too young for me though and I am not even human; I only wish for his happiness. If you cared for Itachi at all you'd leave him be!"

Kisame scowls in disgust, he is appalled at his audacity.

"I am not in love with him, I just want my pet back! And since when do you feel for that annoying brat? You treat him like shit!"

Sasori releases his tea cup before he can break it and spill his precious tea.

"I only discipline him when he is being a retarded teenager or when his medical issues get out of hand. Other wise I try to guide him to being a respectable person - even if he is a an S class criminal. Deidara is important to this organization and very much so to me."

Kisame chugs the last of his water and throws the bottle across the room.

"You're such a damn annoyance Sasori!"

"Don't speak to me so informally, I'm not your friend."

"Fuck off!"

Kisame storms out of the kitchen.

"You're just angry because I'm right!"

"FUCK YOU!!!!"

Sasori smiles to himself and finishes his tea, rewarding himself with a second cup. It is such a nice day.

-

"You know, you're obsessed with you're hair."

Deidara smirks running the brush through his hair again, the snags long gone, but his hair is still damp from the shower they took together. (and what a shower it was…)

"You're just jealous of my gorgeous blonde locks, un."

"Well, you haven't said 'un' in a while." Itachi teases.

"Is that bad, un?"

"No, I kind of missed it."

"You're such a dork Uchiha, un."

Itachi smiles and wraps his arms around his boyfriend, feeling extremely giddy as he cuddles him. It is early in the afternoon now, and the two boys had begun getting ready to go out to dinner like Itachi promised. Both decide to leave their ninja headbands and uniform cloaks, but keep the rest of the uniform, so that they may wander freely.

"I like this change in attitude, un. It's so…cheery and enjoyable. You're so playful, un."

Itachi just smiles and reaches to hold both of Deidara's hands, laughing as the mouths nip his fingers lovingly.

"Leave your hair down for me, I like the way the wind blows it when we walk."

Deidara laughs.

"Let's get going Uchiha, un."

Itachi smiles, taking his hand as they leave Deidara's room.

-

The walk through the forest had taken nearly two hours, and it is still not an appropriate time for dinner. What are two romantic ninja to do?

Itachi is pleasant and happy today.

Deidara is himself and extremely overjoyed.

Itachi finds himself being dragged around the little village, just because Deidara wants to see everything.

"What are you doing Dei-kun?"

"Sight seeing! Normally we just pick up groceries but we can finally just explore."

That bright, beautiful smile accents his face just right, causing the viewer to blush gently.

"True…is there anything you want to do before we eat?"

"Mh…not really, but maybe we should find somewhere to eat in between our explorations. I don't want just a plain old meal Ita-koi!"

Itachi rolls his eyes with a smile, and is embarrassed to say that he squeaks as he is jerked away once more.

-

For the next twenty minutes, Deidara spends his time looking up and down the different streets of the nameless village, eventually stopping in front of a jewelry stand full of shiny pieces.

"Oooo look Itachi, un!" He points to a very expensive looking, sapphire ring, it is set in a titanium band with little diamond chips around it.

Itachi sighs and shakes his head. He always wants the pretty stuff.

"Maybe for your birthday." Itachi teases, not really understanding Deidara's attachment to shiny, beautiful things.

Deidara tears his eyes from the jewel to look at him in surprise.

"Really?" He asks excitedly, sapphire eyes drawing in onyx ones. "That's perfect because my birthday is coming up, un!"

Itachi swallows hard. Are you supposed to have this much fear of pleasing your significant other when you're fourteen?

"W-well yea, when is it?"

"September twenty-third, un."

Itachi smiles lightly.

"I'll think about it."

Deidara squeals quietly and pounces on Itachi, giving him a lustful kiss.

"I love you Ita-koi! Un."

"Y-yea…"

Deidara lets go and prances away to the next stand. Itachi watches his girlish figure sway, his long hair breezing behind him; he feels himself stir in his lower regions. Clad in his form fitted ninja capries, skin tight black tank and the three quarter sleeved fishnet; Deidara is looking hot.

'Oh dear god I'm a fucking pervert!'

"That's a beautiful young girlfriend you have their son, and she has good taste in fine jewelry." The brunet's neck nearly snaps as he turns to look at the elderly shop keeper as he comes from behind the curtain, staring after Deidara.

"Yea, he- she is amazing." Itachi shakes his head, clearing the fog away. It doesn't even occur to him that anyone should figure out that Dei is a male, considering his sexy deep voice. "How much for the ring?" He asks, pointing to the desired object.

The shop keeper pulls the ring out and slips it onto his bony, wrinkled forefinger. He has obviously clean hands (thank goodness).

"This beauty here? 362,118 yen son." (3,800$ U.S.A money)

Itachi swallows hard, hearing that price made him sick.

'Is he worth it? Even if I'm not in love with him?' His thoughts turn to Kisame for a second.

"Well, how about it sir?" The man is kind, but Itachi knows he is really trying to sell the ring to him, even if he couldn't figure out Dei was his significant other.

'He has been good to me…he has done everything I ask for him and…hm…I care for him, he deserves to be treated like he's special. He is special.'

Once more he thinks of Kisame, his feelings for him, how deeply they run…then how he treats him.

'He never treats me like I'm special! …'

"Sir?"

Itachi's eyes shine with passion, making the shop keepers eyes widen a bit.

"Might I do this in proportional payments? I don't have that much on me at the moment."

The shop keeper smiles widely.

"I'll tell you what son, give me 1000 yen now, and you can come pick it up when ever you like, with in the next week. But if you don't pick it up in exactly seven days, I wont refund you."

Itachi nods in agreement, pulling his wallet from his pocket.

"Alright, sounds reasonable, but," his face becomes serious, as his eyes bleed red with the sharingan. "If you sell it before that time or cheat me out of my money… I'll make you wish you were never born."

The shop keeper steps away in fright.

"Y-yes, of course sir…"

Itachi smiles politely now, checking to see if Deidara is not watching and slips the man his money; and then disappears.

He begins to look for his bright blonde, not easily spotting him. How can he just get lost so easily?

"Deidara! Where are you?"

He finds him finally. Surrounded by a small group of men in their late twenties.

"Come on blondie don't you want to come get a drink with us?"

"Yea pretty little things like you shouldn't just be alone."

"Aw, she's shy, how cute."

Deidara rolls his eyes, completely used to this, but sick of the girl jokes.

"What are you doing here alone anyway sweetie?"

One of the men gets up close behind him and pulls Dei closer to him, a firm grip on his left butt cheek. Dei squeaks in surprise, ready to turn and smack him, but his boyfriend Itachi beats him to the punch - literally.

The man is laying on the ground, nursing a clearly broken nose.

Itachi whirls around and glares at the four other men.

"Stay away from my boyfriend you perverts! He's too young for you pedophiles."

One of the bulkier men swallows hard.

"B-boy?"

Itachi smirks, taking Deidara's hand.

"That's right, and he's mine, so back off!" The men take his advice and run off.

Deidara clings to Itachi happily.

"You're so sweet! Lets go get our dinner now, I saw a karaoke café a couple streets ago, un."

The already pale boy, pales more as he is pulled away.

"Karaoke…café?"

-

"You said the blonde was a girl you bastard! What the hell?"

The man from before yells at the blue-skinned man in a black cloak with red clouds on it, leaning against the alley wall. He looks very unhappy.

"Well I knew you wouldn't try to freakin' snag him if you knew she was a he. That's why I was going to pay you nicely, I didn't expect you to actually sleep with him, I just said you could have your way with her if you wanted before you killed him."

"I'm a man! I don't get much in bed with my non-existent girlfriend, nor do my partners."

Kisame grumbles, getting irritated.

"Well it looks like I'm going to have to kill him myself now, since you were no help." 'I was trying to make myself look innocent, but I suppose it cant be helped.'

"Well I think I deserve some compensation! I'm a hard working ninja."

Kisame snorts, was this pitiful, so called ninja trying to bore him with his life story?

"I don't think so, you're useless, you should get a real job."

"Fuck that! I want my money, do you know who you are dealing with?"

Kisame grips the kunai in his hand firmly and smiles evilly at the man.

"Yes, but do you?"

"Are you threatening - guh!" The ninja clutches his throat, that is gushing blood, desperate for air as he falls to the ground. He is dead already, in a pool of his own blood.

Kisame scoffs and kicks the body.

"What a waste of air."

In a puff of smoke he is gone.

-TBC-

A/N: YAY!!!! 19 pages. Like it? Love it? HATE IT? Better not, I never right chapters this long anymore. Anyway, opinions?

We end with Kisame's first attempt on Deidara's life…even if it failed before it started. I was going to write more, involving the second attempt…but nah.

Warning, Itachi is OOC because he is experiencing teenage romance, being a real teenager, until his duty as a ninja calls him away...

So Itachi is having his doubts about his relationship with Deidara….but he is very aware of his infatuation with Kisame - his so called master that he can now overpower. He knows he is in love with him, but the anger of how he was constantly treated, without any real reason causes him to ignore those emotions.

If Kisame could only see that he loves him, and would see that he could be the kind of person he wants, if only he could treat him like a human being.

If only it were that easy.

If only he could fall in love with Deidara, and squash the guilt he feels of lying to him.

If only…he could not have these feelings and go back to being dead inside, where he bled black and that was that was to it.