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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki
Additional Tags: Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Praise Kink, Explicit Sexual Content
Summary:
“Do you think I’m good, Deku?”
“Good at what?” Izuku replied confused, but Katsuki just stared at him, waiting on an answer. “Yeah, I think you’re good."
Aka Bakugo liked to be praised, and Midoriya likes to please...
Summary: Everyone has left the club, leaving only Hozumi and Heath behind. They find comfort in each other's arms, seeing how they had longed for this.
Warnings: Pre-anime, Right after Heath injures his foot, explicit content
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It was always so silent now. No laughter filling the room, or light conversations shared about running. Even the mean remarks that had flittered by had left, leaving an empty place behind. A club that barely existed. Didn't even exist according to the schoolboard. Now only Heath and Hozumi were left with nothing to fight for. With only the two of them they could no longer compete, and with Heath injured, even training wasn't part of their program anymore. And with the silence growing stronger and stronger, even between the two teammates, Hozumi felt more captivated by his own thoughts than ever.
Standing in the middle of the room Hozumi must've looked awkward, but only Heath was there to notice, and he was far too busy with something else to catch it. Turquoise coloured eyes found a spot on the carpet to study as Hozumi's mind wrapped itself around guilt and responsibility, thinking he could've prevented all this if he had just been there a minute earlier. Mixing this with the anger he felt towards a certain individual made for a pressing weight on his shoulders.
When a whine suddenly lifted in the air, Hozumi's gaze shot towards the couch, worry shimmering in his eyes as he studied Heath. He had been binding his foot, making sure to stabilize the muscles within, but he was far from being healed, and the movement alone hurt a lot. Heath looked helpless sitting there on the couch, pain lining his face as he tried to fix his created pattern. But it was a mess and he could hardly bend forward anymore. Hozumi felt the stab in his heart as he watched his captain struggle, the proud person he knew forced down on his knees with a single blow to the foot.
Slowly Hozumi turned towards Heath, pushing him back against the backrest of the couch carefully, but with enough force that Heath would feel the need to comply. Sinking down to his knees Hozumi sat down in front of Heath, hurt foot right in front of him. He delicately placed it onto his lap and started binding it right, fingers delicately sliding over the bruised foot. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Heath wince from time to time, but no sounds lifted from his lips, so Hozumi was not hurting him more than he should. Hozumi was glad for that, glad he was able to help Heath, support him in a way. Be there for his captain, his friend. Taking care of siblings was one thing, but he had never seen them this vulnerable before, and he wished he never would.
"I will be up and running again in no time," Heath muttered, more to ease Hozumi's mind than his own.
Hozumi smiled, though the gesture didn't reach his eyes. Believing that was quite difficult at this point. And there was not much to run for now. "I think we should start with walking without a limp," Hozumi replied. Carefully Hozumi put Heath's foot back on the floor and stood up, not wanting to be too close to Heath. What if he tripped and stepped on his foot? But before Hozumi could step away and distance himself once more, Heath reached for his hand and stopped him.
"Thank you, Hozumi," he said softly, his deep raspy voice still holding that twinge of happiness, that smile that never seemed to be able to leave his tone. "I'm glad you're still here with me."
Not one second had Hozumi even considered leaving. Not the club, nor abandon Heath. He loved stride. Loved the running, the parkour. He loved it as much as Heath did, and he knew how hard it was on his captain that everyone had left. Threw stride aside as if it weren't important. But to Hozumi it was. And he wanted nothing more than to see Heath fully enjoy stride again, though it didn't seem that would happen any time soon.
This sudden urge to hug Heath, comfort him, hit Hozumi out of nowhere. And for some reason he gave into it, leaning forward and wrapping his arms around Heath's neck, chin leaning on a broad shoulder. When arms found their way around Hozumi's back, tightening around his waist, he leaned even closer. Face buried in the crook of Heath's shoulder Hozumi let his body be pulled closer, legs positioned on either side of Heath's, his behind carefully making contact with Heath's thighs. They had never been this close before, had never touched so intimately, but it somehow did not feel odd at all. It was just them now.
"I won't leave," Hozumi murmured, pulling back slightly to be able to look into those olive green eyes. "And I will make sure others will join this club again too." Their gazes locked, and their faces were so close that Hozumi could feel Heath's warm breath against his skin. Legs shifted under him, adjusting to the newly added weight. Arms started pulling Hozumi closer again, and the blond tensed up a little, aware of what was now bound to happen. "I'll fix it," he whispered finally, nose brushing against Heath's.
"You'll fix it?" Heath copied, though it was not to accept Hozumi's offer. Heath would never put such a burden on Hozumi's shoulders. It was not up to Hozumi to get the club back. But he would play along for now.
"I'll fix it," Hozumi affirmed and then there lips finally touched. It was a soft touch, a mere brush of the lips, question lingering in the air. Is this okay? And they kept pecking each other, both trying to find the answer to that question, slowly melting deeper and deeper into it, until they found the courage to keep their lips locked.
Their tight holds around each other relaxed as their lips started to move in sync. Slim fingers flittered over Heath's exposed neck and then slipped under the collar of his shirt, touching his shoulder and collarbone. All the while calloused hands pushed up Hozumi's white dress shirt to slip underneath the garment and roam over his back. Hozumi whimpered when a tongue grazed his bottom lip, responding by parting his lips and letting the tongue slip in. It was a whole new sensation, kissing Heath like this, feeling him this way. His heated skin underneath his palms as he swallowed every laboured breath Heath let out.
Kisses became rougher as their hands started to aim for buttons, the need to feel more of the other growing and growing. The jacket needed to go, the shirt needed to go, all of it needed to come off. Hozumi was first to show his bare torso, goosebumps rising all over his skin as he became aware of his nakedness. But Heath did not halt one second to get accustomed to this new exposure, lips moving from Hozumi's mouth to his neck and chest, pressing kisses all over while Hozumi worked on getting Heath's shirt of.
Impatience had risen in Heath as his fingers were already working on Hozumi's pants, and Hozumi could barely keep himself from thrusting up into those eager hands. But he knew this position was not going to help them get further undressed, no matter how badly they both wanted to have the other naked.
Pushing himself out of Heath's lap Hozumi stood in front of him, giving him the space to work the buttons on his jeans. Thin lips had now latched themselves onto Hozumi's pelvis as Heath pulled his pants down, boxers sliding down with it. Hozumi was already throbbing with need, and having Heath's lips so close made it all the worse. But he wanted Heath naked more now. Wanted to have him as bare as he was, so they could become as intimate as they could be. Skin flush pressed against each other.
Hozumi pushed Heath back once more and reached down to undo his pants as well. Shimmying him out of the garment was a lot harder. It needed to be carefully pulled over his injured foot. The mood would be ruined if Hozumi let this moment get too much to him.
As soon as Heath was seated naked on the couch, Hozumi crawled back onto his lap, and slipped into another kiss. Hands were roaming all over each other, embracing this moment. Never had they done this, and the further they progressed, the more they noticed how much they had wanted this.
Heath's hand started to move down from Hozumi's back, slowly sliding onto his ass, giving a cheek a soft squeeze to show his new intention. Hozumi sucked in a deep breath and stilled all movements, pulling back a little to meet Heath's gaze. Heath kept moving his hand, kneading the flesh of Hozumi's ass now, a finger teasingly slipping between the cheeks as a next warning. Hozumi was impressed by how sure Heath moved, confidence seeping off of him. And Hozumi still felt so frail, even if he was in a controlling position now. He had been merely acting on instincts, following his body through every stage. But Hozumi had no experience at all, but perhaps Heath did. It would make things easier, better, and get Hozumi right where he wanted them to be.
One of Heath's hand suddenly appeared between them, the captain sticking a few fingers between his lips and wetting the digits properly. Hozumi couldn't tear his eyes away from them, watching Heath's tongue slide over his fingers. And as the hand was pulled back again, disappearing behind Hozumi once more, the blond braced himself for what was about to come. He tensed when the tip of Heath's middle finger slipped between his ass cheeks, getting accustomed between, aiming for a certain spot. He rubbed at the ring of muscles, making Hozumi whimper. It was an odd sensation. Something Hozumi couldn't quite place yet, and his body responded by pushing forward and away from the finger at first. Heath steadied him by wrapping an arm around his waist. And that relaxed Hozumi, knowing it was Heath who was supporting him, guiding him through so slowly.
"Hozumi," Heath whispered. The sound of his name surprised Hozumi so, that he had not prepared for the sudden intrusion of Heath's finger, a broken groan falling off his lips as it sank inside of him. His arms shook as he tried to steady himself, his ass lifted slightly off Heath's lap to give the other more space to move.
It didn't feel good at this point, his body rejection the finger with all its might, though it could not fight off Heath's slow thrusts that easily. Hozumi's dick was softening now though, but Heath's length certainly wasn't, looking rather flushed as it laid against Heath's abdomen. And every time Hozumi let out a sound, it would twitch. Curiosity eventually got the better of him as he reached down to tentatively brush his fingers over Heath's length. He had only ever touched himself, but feeling the hard flesh of Heath's erection now, sent a thrill down Hozumi's spine. So he wrapped his fingers around it more tightly, squeezing it as he pushed his hand upwards, rubbing the foreskin over the head, and then pulling it back again. The pleased sighs coming from Heath then only urged Hozumi on, wanting to hear more, feel more, get even closer to Heath.
And then two fingers were inside of him, thrusting a little firmer, rubbing against places Hozumi had never felt before. His body was reacting differently now as well. It was no longer rejection Heath, but embracing the digits as they struck upwards. Everything turned even better when those fingers brushed something that finally sent a shot of pleasure up Hozumi's body. He moaned then, surprising both males equally.
With wide eyes they stared at each other, Heath carefully pulling his fingers back and thrusting them upwards once more the same way he had done before. Unable to keep his eyes open, Hozumi shut them and moaned again, his hips pressing down onto the digits as the pleasuring feeling coursed through him.
It all changed then. They became more desperate, clinging to each other as Heath pushed his fingers deeper and deeper, three working on stretching Hozumi now. And the blond was moaning out as he pushed down on the fingers, taking in as much as he could.
"Hozumi," Heath whispered like before, grabbing Hozumi's attention instantly. Their movements stilled and Heath's face said enough. Hozumi wrapped his arms around Heath's neck like he had done when they first hugged and captured those thin lips in another kiss. Prying his tongue between lips, Hozumi let it slide into Heath's mouth, taking control of the kiss as the captain sank a little deeper into the couch.
Fingers were pulled from his puckered hole, leaving Hozumi feeling rather empty and unsatisfied, but he knew it wouldn't be for long. Heath would take care of it. Hands found Hozumi's hips, angling him forward slightly until he was posed just right. There Heath pulled one hand away and aligned his erection with Hozumi's prepped hole, while the other hand guided Hozumi to sink down.
It happened slowly, and Hozumi could halt whenever he wanted, the burning sensation on his backside sometimes getting a bit too much. But Hozumi pushed on until he was firmly seated on Heath's lap, dick buried deep inside of him, twitching whenever Hozumi squeezed his walls around the length. All the while Hozumi had kept kissing Heath, trying to use it as a distraction, but now he needed to breathe. So he broke it, sighing loudly as he tried to get used to the full feeling.
And then Heath started again, saying his name, this time chanting it over and over as he graced Hozumi's skin with kisses. Never had Hozumi felt this needed before, this important. Things would change later on. The club might break apart, or they would get new members. It won't be the two of them like this forever, but Hozumi would hold onto this feeling, and he knew Heath would too. They had gone through the worst time together and neither of them ran. They were here, right now, and they will be till the very end. At this point Hozumi would do anything for Heath. "Hozumi," Heath chanted again, and finally the blond started to move.
Holding onto Heath's shoulders he pushed himself up, and then slowly let himself slide down Heath's length again, rubbing his walls tightly over his erection. That first stroke left a burning sensation behind, but Hozumi would not quit now. Not when he heard Heath let out a satisfied groan.
It was hard to set a pace for Hozumi, bouncing up and down on Heath's lap as he tried to find a rhythm. His own erection kept touching Heath's stomach, teasing the head just slightly, making this extra frustrating. It wasn't until Heath grabbed Hozumi's hips again and thrust his hips upwards, that they found a steady pace.
Feeling his cock slide in and out so steadily, but firm, sent a whole new thrill running through Hozumi. Grazing the walls, pushing in further and further. The sounds kept stumbling off Hozumi's lips now, unable to be swallowed back. A steady rain of moans kept on falling, the air thick with the need they currently felt. And Heath kept on picking up the pace, control wavering with every thrust. But Hozumi didn't mind anymore, not when that same pleasuring feeling had returned, seeping through his veins. They probably should be more careful and keep it down, but no one would come here now anyway. So Hozumi moaned out as much as he could.
Heath wrapped a hand around Hozumi's erection then, making the blond open his eyes in surprise. "N-o, d-don't. I'll come," Hozumi stuttered, trying his best to keep his cool, but with Heath still thrusting into him, it became a lot tougher.
"I know," Heath hissed through gritted teeth. Sweat was dripping from his forehead as he kept the pace up, his attention never wavering from the task at hand. His hand was now steadily jerking Hozumi off, teasing the head with his thumb every time it passed. "But I'm almost there and I'm not coming alone." Hozumi admitted defeat then, letting Heath touch him in any way he could.
Hozumi stilled as Heath kept on thrusting inside of him and had his hand rubbing even faster now. He didn't know how to move anymore, where to go, his mind currently drifting on a cloud high above. A steady stream of moans still filled the room, the air thick with sex. And then that pleasuring feeling finally found a place to settle. Deep in his abdomen it started coiling around, burning away any other sensation. And then as it had finally completely settled, it rushed to the end point. Hozumi's nails dug deep into Heath's shoulders as he tried to hold on, body trembling as his orgasm coursed through him. With a final moan it ended, coming all over Heath's abdomen.
The captain needed a few more thrusts to get there, pushing his erection as deep as it would go, spilling his seed deep inside Hozumi.
Completely spent they sank deeper into the couch pillows, trying to catch their breaths as they stayed connected. When Hozumi found the energy again to lift his head and look Heath in the eye, he found himself smiling for the first time in days. It was a bit silly, but he felt much better now. They shared a few more pecks on the lips, but didn't speak a word. There was no regret on either side, so nothing needed to be talked through.
"Only you could make me feel happy about everyone leaving," Heath mused, smile wide on his lips as he looked into Hozumi's eyes.
"Someone needs to do it," Hozumi countered. "Heath-kun."
And if it was like this, they would gladly be together for a while with just the two of them.
Summary: Shinoa hears Yuu whisper Mitsuba's name in his sleep, and her mind takes over then, wondering if there is more between them. Which seems logical to her, because Mitsuba really is perfect.
Warnings: Yuri, hints of sex
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A final round, a check-up, one she tells herself is needed, to make sure everyone is in bed, sleeping peacefully as they shake the worries away in perfect dreams. Glancing through the crack of the door she eyes his bed, seeing him rolled up in white sheets, head pressed deeply into the soft pillow. Her breath is caught in her throat as she hears him whisper, dream induced memories fluttering through his mind. Only one word sticks with her, one name she cannot shake off anymore. It didn't matter if other names accompanied the one, and she didn't stick around long enough to hear her name at the very end.
Trying to be silent she tiptoes back to her chamber, the one she shares. The one she shares with her. And as she makes her way back, her imagination takes over, fantasies settling in. Fingers slipping over trembling skin, lips hungrily seeking out the other's, longing looks shot from behind her back. Yuu wanted her. But Shinoa could not blame him. Had she not noticed it as well? How perfect she was, beautiful, a touch that made you fall in love with a simple caress. Had she not seen how Mitsuba had reached for Yuu. Could Shinoa be as perfect as little Mitsu?
With a soft push Shinoa opened the door to their shared bedroom, and there curled up in her bed was Mitsuba, peacefully sleeping. Her chest rose and fell with every breath, eyelashes fluttering as she turned her head to the side, a soft gasp escaping her. Was she dreaming of Yuu like Yuu was dreaming of her?
Shrugging off her jacket Shinoa carelessly let it fall to the floor, not paying attention to the noise it may make. Her boots followed, her skirt coming next. Unbuttoning the white dress shirt she wore enough Shinoa slowly walked towards Mitsuba's bed, bare feet barely making any sound now as she moved over the white tiled floor. Standing beside her Shinoa watched her lips tremble, another image of a kiss popping up in her mind. A soft one this time, waiting for a proper reply, a question in those big eyes as she stared up in Yuu's vibrant green ones. And Yuu would know exactly what to do. His fingers remembering exactly where to touch, sliding over a milky thigh, moving up and up until a laugh fell from Mitsuba's lips, one only meant for Yuu.
Heart beating fast Shinoa climbed onto the bed, hovering over the sleeping Mitsuba, watching the peaceful expression. Pushing aside the blond hair Shinoa let her fingertips caress Mitsuba's cheek, feel the soft skin only for a moment. Mitsuba's lips parted and in response Shinoa licked her own. She could almost taste her, the taste of her lipstick. That soft pink colour that made them pop a little. The one Shinoa had wanted to borrow ever since she saw Mitsuba put it on.
With her knees on either side of Mitsuba's hips Shinoa had her captured on the bed. Finally she threw aside the dress shirt, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her dressed in only her black underwear. A bra supporting her barely there breasts, a feature she suddenly became insecure of. Maybe she was not enough, maybe she did not have the figure to be perfect. Perfect like Mitsu.
But no amount of self-doubt made her stop. Moving her hand up to her hair she freed it from the braid, her purple tresses falling passed her shoulders, teasing her bare skin. Her eyes fluttered down towards Mitsuba again, the need to do more pushing her on. She had no exact idea why she was doing this. What her motives were. All she knew was that she wanted to touch Mitsuba and see what Yuu may be experiencing. What he may be touching. And maybe then she would find out what made her so perfect.
Slowly Shinoa leaned down, closing the distance between her and Mitsuba. Her hot breath fanned over Shinoa's face, luring her in, making her dip even lower. Her purple hair was now on the pillow, hiding away both of their faces from the outside world. The tempting desire to have a taste pushed her over the edge, and right as she was about to take it, purple eyes snapped open.
Surprise and confusion crossed through Mitsuba's eyes as she met Shinoa's darkened ones. "Shinoa?" Her name was only a soft question, nothing mean, nothing aggressive in her tone that would've chased her off. But she couldn't answer, unable to explain exactly what she was doing. She hardly knew herself. "Shinoa, what are you doing?" Her voice was still soft and kind, and hands had moved up to hold Shinoa by her waist, so she wouldn't move closer, but also couldn't move away.
Shinoa shivered then, the soft touch rushing through her skin. Was this what Yuu experienced whenever he was with her? This unexplainable desire to be touched more, caressed more, pulled closer with the same need Shinoa was feeling right now.
"You are perfect," she managed to whisper down at Mitsuba, shock appearing on her teammate's face as a reaction. But it didn't matter anymore to Shinoa, her resolve already clear. Those hands had yet to move from her hips, them still steadying her right above Mitsuba's hips. Without a second thought she dipped down, lips claiming Mitsuba's eagerly.
That first taste hit her like a cannonball, a fiery sensation creeping under her skin, sliding down her spine to settle nicely in the pit of her stomach. She shivered once more when she felt Mitsuba respond, her lips moving along with Shinoa's with such practised ease it made her think of Yuu again. But the thought disappeared when fingers dug deeper into the skin of her hips, pulling her closer so their bodies were now pressed together. Her mind could hardly catch up with everything that happened, one distracted followed by another. A prying tongue, a knee moving up between her legs, it was all too much and yet not enough. Her body was on fire, reacting to every little touch as if she was going to burst, the only thing keeping her together were Mitsuba's lips moving in sync with hers.
Mitsuba flipped them around, changing their positions while tugging the sheet from between their bodies. The control came so easy to Mitsuba, as if she had done this many times before, and all Shinoa wanted now was to experience exactly what it was she had done before.
With darkened eyes Mitsuba looked down at Shinoa, making her feel more vulnerable than she had ever felt. She laid down beside Shinoa in the small bed, their bodies pushed flush against each other. Soft fingers found Shinoa's thigh, pushing it to the side to create more room between her legs, and then those fingers slipped back up, curving over Shinoa's stomach in a teasing manner.
"Now who is really perfect here, Shinoa?" Mitsuba suddenly whispered, breaking the silence that had settled between them. The fingers kept circling her skin, moving up a little to touch the top of her breast.
Arching up in the touch Shinoa found herself whimpering softly, her eyes unable to move away from Mitsuba's lingering gaze. "You are," she whispered, eyelids fluttering as those teasing fingers slipped under her black bra. "Everyone wants you. You have done this before."
As sudden as those fingers had moved under her bra, they slipped back out, Mitsuba's expression changing slightly. Fear of having said something wrong, of missing out on what had been about to happen, Shinoa tried to reach for Mitsuba, but then she spoke again. "Only once," Mitsuba admitted. "A long time ago with a girl I don't remember the name of." Fingers were back on her stomach, this time sliding down, caressing the skin of her abdomen. Shinoa's breath hitched in her throat at the touch, hips moving up to get more of this new feeling.
Her mind barely understood what Mitsuba had said, until she realised it meant she had never been with Yuu. Yuu had never experienced Mitsuba like this. Only Shinoa had gotten the perfect girl. Had felt her touches, had tasted her kisses. Had seen her lust filled eyes look back at her.
"Just relax, Shinoa," Mitsuba cooed, her lips on her jawline, kissing the restlessness away. Fingers dipped lower and lower, reaching the waistband of her underwear. Easily they creeped under, reaching a spot Shinoa had never been touched before. She never had realised how much she had craved it, until Mitsuba's fingers had finally gotten there. Her body curved up, sounds escaping her lips she had never heard herself make before. It seemed odd now, unnecessary, because why would a woman want to be with another woman when it wouldn't help with reproducing? No children would be made, no carrying on the family name.
All it did was fill this emptiness Shinoa had been feeling. She cared for Yuu, cared for her other teammates, but nothing felt similar to this raw bodily need. To this attraction to Mitsuba she didn't understand herself. But it didn't matter now. It didn't need to follow logic now. All it needed to do was give Shinoa exactly what she craved.
A finger slipped between her legs, sliding between her wet lips as they curved down. Shinoa's hips tried to move along, follow a weird pace, try to guide the finger to where it needed to go. Up, but also down. It needed to touch her more, much more, in her most private place. Up it rubbed against her most sensitive spot, making broken sounds fall from her lips constantly until Mitsuba silenced her with a kiss. Down it dipped inside of her, filling her heated walls with a deep push, making her legs tremble.
It all became too much far too fast, Mitsuba bringing in two hands to be able to touch her at both spots at the same time. As two fingers now disappeared inside of her, another would rub against her clit, making her whole body shake uncontrollably. Whispers of Mitsuba's name fell from her lips as a beautiful chant, the perfect girl above her with a look filled with longing. It sent her over the edge, a sound coming from somewhere deep.
Once the high ebbed away, Shinoa found herself wrapped up in Mitsuba's arms, pulled so close she was able to feel every dip and curve of her feminine body. At first she wanted to push away and wrap herself in her own little world filled with wonder. But with Mitsuba's strong arms around her like this, she felt like hiding in them forever, from a world that was not as perfect at all.
"Mitsu, can we be perfect together?" she asked softly, burying her face in the crook of Mitsuba's neck.
Her question earned her a kiss on the head, a soft chuckle bubbling up from Mitsuba's throat. "We already make a great team, so I think we already managed that."
At that Shinoa smiled, happy with this outcome. Happy with the fact that Yuu had never experienced Mitsuba this way. Happy because Mitsuba had not pushed her away before. Happy that everything had turned out so perfect.
This one is written for day 4 of SouMakoweek! I always really enjoy writing songfics, and there is one song that has always reminded me of Makoto. Which is Make a Move by Gavin DeGraw. Make sure you check it out and listen to this awfully happy tune I adore so much!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87W8tmelVyM
Pairing: SouMako
Rating: K-rated
Word count: 843
Summary: Ever since Sousuke saw Makoto for the first time, he has wanted the rookie firefighter. But waiting for Makoto to make a move takes a very long time.
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“Tachibana Makoto, nice to meet you, Yamazaki-san.”
That was how they met the first time, leaving Sousuke completely awestruck. Nothing could compare to that radiant smile that Makoto Tachibana wore on his lips, emerald eyes shining to accompany this general happy exterior Sousuke couldn’t wrap his mind around. It was refreshing, interesting to see someone like this. Someone so pure and sweet. A rookie firefighter here to come and introduce himself to the police force, because they were going to be working together. But Sousuke barely caught anything the rookie said, his mind fuzzy all because of Makoto.
The second time they met had been at a point where Sousuke thought of the firefighter day in and out, dreaming of how they could get together again. How things could develop between them. It ended with Sousuke pointing a gun right at Makoto, because he had not been paying attention enough, and had figured the sudden noise had been the perpetrator he had been trying to catch. But it was the rookie firefighter there to help with the small cave in of the house. Makoto merely laughed, not a shred of fear on his sharp features. The trust he had in Sousuke right after their first meeting. And then Sousuke did something he never really did. He blushed, stumbling over his words as he tried to apologise, and right then Makoto knew.
But nothing happened. They became friends and there it ended. More and more time was spent together and even right now they were together. And Sousuke would do anything to take that next step and get somewhere. He would sweep Makoto off his feet and drag him to the bedroom. He would camp out with his family and be stuck in a far too small tent together with Makoto. All the rookie needed to do, was say the word.
That phone could also be thrown out the window, so they could pretend it was only them. No annoying friends that demanded attention. All they needed, was each other. All Sousuke needed was for Makoto to make a move.
Sitting on the couch together Sousuke remembered what Makoto had once said. How life was too short, so it was time to let go of regrets. So Sousuke did exactly that and decided that Makoto would become his as to not regret anything.
And as Sousuke tried harder and harder to seduce Makoto, he found out that the radiant smile could also turn into something else. A sultry one, inviting Sousuke in, and yet pushing him away. Makoto was playing hard to get, and it was driving him insane. But it made Sousuke all the more determined to make this sexy Makoto his, betting it all on the rookie firefighter.
Soft kisses came into play, but Sousuke was never invited further. Still Sousuke was stopped at the door, told to turn back around, and go home. But Sousuke wanted to be let in, sleep wherever Makoto wanted him to sleep. On the bed, on the couch, on the floor if it was necessary. The balcony even seemed fine, as long as he was closer to Makoto as he was now. And all Makoto needed to do was invite him in.
Getting more obvious in his moves, Sousuke put down Makoto’s phone for him, closing the distance and pretending it was only them in that small restaurant they had discovered. Sousuke was bolder than before, but didn’t dare close the last inch between them. It needed to be something mutual, this what Sousuke felt, and he was certain Makoto felt the same. All he needed to do, was make a move.
When a broken Makoto came to Sousuke’s door, the police officer was there to catch the firefighter. He understood the pain of losing someone at work all too well, but seeing this new side of Makoto was heart breaking. That pain and sorrow in those emerald eyes. And all Sousuke could think of, was how badly he had fallen for that soft sweet guy. Sousuke would be there for Makoto the whole evening, listening to the sobs and painful stories, supporting his beloved as best as he could.
After everything they had been through, it became harder and harder to bare. The firefighter was simply not giving in to Sousuke’s advances, never closing the gap between Sousuke’s moves as he expected Makoto to, as he wanted Makoto to. But there was progress, as Sousuke was now invited in, sometimes even sharing Makoto’s bed to sleep in. Feel that warm strong body pressed against his in the middle of the night, giving nothing but comfort.
But it was when Sousuke had given his phone more attention than Makoto when everything changed. The device was taken away from him, placed on the coffee table with its face flat against the wood. The firefighter climbed onto his lap there on the couch, and lips were pressed against his delicately. It was all Sousuke needed, finally able to take the next step.
For Day 2 of SouMakoweek! A crossover between Free! and Attack on Titan
Pairing: SouMako
Rating: K-rated
Word count: 701
Summary: The first day for the Trainees where they are faced with Keith Shadis.
A shaky breath escaped his lips, emerald eyes flittering to the side. A loud voice boomed over the training grounds, the sound making his heart race faster and faster. Beside him another trainee shifted uncomfortably, waiting for his turn in line, waiting to speak up and let everyone know what his name was. If he remembered it in time. The man shifted closer and closer, moving from trainee to trainee, the frown on his face frightening many. Makoto could barely stand it now. He was not cut out for this at all, and Keith Shadis was going to notice the moment he stood in front of him.
Only a few rows left and then it was Makoto’s turn. A girl had almost passed out when Keith finally left her side, and the man didn’t even pay her any mind. It was a drill of course. This was something Makoto understood, because if you could not even handle Keith, how were you going to handle what was outside of those walls?
Not that Makoto expected to be able to handle what was outside of those walls. It scared him. The idea of ever stepping outside of these walls was the most frightening thing he could think of. All he would be out there, was food. And yet he was here, in line, ready to become a soldier. Of course he could try and join the Military Police, and never set foot outside of these protective walls, but Makoto was realistic enough to realise that he was not smart enough, not good enough to ever be part of the elite group. The Garrison was the next option in line, being slightly safe. Only a few ever left the safety of the walls to go outside and fight what was out there. But for some reason Makoto decided he wanted to make a difference. Wanted to protect and fight the outside threat. Wanted to create more space for the many families that were still growing. They needed more space to live.
The Survey Corps was what Makoto was striving for, encouraged by someone special. He was the only reason why Makoto had joined the Trainees in the first place. The only reason why Makoto had dragged himself out of bed this morning to stand in this line. And that reason was right beside him, a familiar broody look on his face.
Eyebrows were scrunched together in a frown, indifference wafting off his tall and strong body as he gazed out in front of him, teal eyes watching nothing in particular. The confidence was something Makoto envied so much. He was unfazed by how Keith was yelling at others. Harsh words didn’t bring him down, Makoto knew. This was something he could handle, closing off all emotions to simply fight any attack delivered.
Catching him staring Sousuke’s eyes flickered to the side and then granted Makoto with a slight tilt of the lips. It was comforting, reassuring Makoto it was going to be alright. They would get through this day, together.
Reaching out for Sousuke’s hand Makoto interlaced their fingers, giving a soft squeeze to show his affection. It was a secret they shared, the public not as accepting, and they didn’t need an opinion of others who didn’t understand. It was for protection Sousuke had said, and Makoto agreed. But he would not stray from Sousuke’s side now, not when he had joined especially for Makoto. They were in this together and it would stay that way.
“What is your name?!”
And there Keith already was, shouting right in Makoto’s face. Instantly he took on the right pose, right fist over his heart, left on the small of his back. “Tachibana Makoto, sir!” he called back, voice shaking slightly.
“You won’t be holding hands outside of those walls, Tachibana. How do you think you’ll manage there?”
Emerald eyes flickered towards Sousuke for a split second. Sousuke nodded at him, urging Makoto to simply answer the question, because Makoto knew how to. Swallowing heavily he readied himself, turning back to Keith in front of him. “I know, sir. I will fight the titans on my own, sir, and survive the best way that I can.”
Summary: A bit different, written from me to you in second POV. Hope you share my love for this pairing after reading all the chapters.
Rating: K-rated
Warnings: Second POV, a little odd, challenge for myself
Word count: 827
Fanfiction / Archiveofourown
Song link: Who We Are
The last one and my goodbye to this week. I hope you’ve enjoyed and next year I’ll certainly be back with more! Though I don’t need an excuse to write ItaDei.
White walls all around greet you as you step in the read the final chapter. You want to know what the season finale is? What kind of story the last song could possibly hold for you, and I as the writer am supposed to end it all. You expected it all, and saw scenes drawn out for you, you never envisioned, but Deidara and Itachi showed them anyway. Playing the parts they were supposed to. Every role taking with ease, emotions thrown around you rather not have seen. Happy endings were not there a lot, and some were painfully wrong.
You see the white walls change in different sceneries, going from grand castles to crumbling down apartments. From large fields to ballrooms. You’ve seen it all before and have enjoyed them all differently. Maybe not at all. When Deidara sweeps in and takes the stage, you’re happy that finally something is going to happen. When the name is dropped you hope there is more to come.
We were never welcome here
Deidara and Itachi were here to play out every scene for you, and are willing to do so many more. It’s who they are, what they are made for. What you can create for them. The stories that have been told, the scenes that have unfold. Deidara wishes you will ask more of him and Itachi hopes they will be joined together more often. They hope you will know their love is here not just for them, but for you as well.
Doesn’t matter if it’s not our day
You see them in rocker’s outfits, in suits that are just a little too big, in glittery outfits with roller-skates below. They move through different times as they go back to the cavemen period, before being pulled in a distant future with science we have not even heard of. They become astronauts or survivalists.
Coming back for more
This precious week may be over now, but your ability to give them the love they deserve will never run out. We were here to show that this pairing is still important, and that we can show their love in every way we want to. In their own world and in other worlds. Different ages, different times. Everything is possible. We’ve seen the love for other pairings, these two characters often paired to someone else. But with all that you’ve seen, with all that you’ve felt, you can’t deny that this is really it. You can’t deny these two are better.
In my book of jealousy
You know you belong to this group. That this is where your heart lies and that you can’t ever turn your back on them. No matter how long you’ve been away from them or if you are new to them, you see it now. Their beauty, their skill, their intelligence. Their ability to adapt to anything you throw at them. Any type of problem they will conquer. Every hardship they will get over, in wait of a moment where you turn their cause into love. And you will. You want to see the love. You want to see them together. Because this is who you are.
Doesn’t matter if it’s not our day
And maybe you’ve been told that you are wrong. Maybe people didn’t agree with you and laid our arguments you couldn’t refuse. Arguments that made you doubt. But what do they know? How are they familiar with what you feel? How can they understand what this is like? Our group belongs to us and we’ll share it with anyone who is willing to love them, but we’ll shelter them away from the ones that hate. We don’t acknowledge hate. You belong here with us, no matter how hard you deny it.
They say we’re crazy
They say we’re crazy
They say we’re crazy
And now this week is over. We say goodbye to the last works, the last stories created, the last happy moments we wanted to see so badly. But you know it’s not really over. You know this is not a farewell. You know it will never really end. Next year we’ll return with full force, making even more if it’s possible. Drawing out the scenes in front of your eyes, painting pictures that make your heart burst with emotions.
It’s not just next year though. We don’t do this only one week in a whole year. Now that you belong in this group, and you feel attached to Itachi and Deidara, and cannot go without them, you’ll be searching for more every day. You’ll be craving their love, their behaviour, their scenes, and you will want to see more, never satisfied. And you will turn to the group, asking for more. Instead you will join in and work with us, filling this world with as much love for Itachi and Deidara as we can.
Summary: Deidara has a secret he really doesn’t want to share with Itachi, but what if his lover finds out anyway?
Rating: M-rated
Warnings: Violence, gore, blood
Word count: 1046
Fanfiction / Archiveofourown
Song link: Monster
Working in their shed, Deidara thought back to a different time. When he was younger and did everything to fit in, be cool, and hang out with the popular people. In a way he still did his best to fit in, never wanting people to think he was odd. It was better to be considered harmless. Pretending was hard though, and Deidara didn’t really like it. Being yourself was something he preferred, and he really tried to be himself. Here in the shed he felt most free. Working on his projects and finishing them exactly the way he wanted to. It didn’t really matter how hard he tried anyway, he could never be someone else.
I was never one for pretenders
His lover accepted him how he was though, never questioning anything he did. Itachi was always there for him whenever Deidara needed him, though this was a different case. Deidara was afraid this would be too far for Itachi, and Deidara dreaded the day he would find out about Deidara’s hobby. Though Deidara did often think of the possible outcomes. Would he be scared? Fascinated? Disgusted? Outraged? Would he walk away and never return again? All these possible emotions made Deidara shiver, because he would be the one causing it.
But Itachi was not that kind of person, emotions often drained from his features. If only everything was as dark as Deidara wanted them to be, as dark as his heart was. He was doing his best to change the world though, with his creations.
Everything I touch isn't dark enough
Stabbing the knife done, Deidara slid it through the smooth surface, readying his canvas the best he could. Gloves protected his hands from getting dirty, but the splatter was always unavoidable. The life of an artist was just this difficult and the work he did… there was always a mess. But this was what made him feel alive, and he wasn’t about to cramp it back in and pretend he was someone else. He would let it all out and the world would feel what he had become.
I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.
Something crunched as Deidara pulled something apart, wanting to reach the point he needed to finish his work. It’s not like he didn’t see that he was different. He knew very well most people were not like him. It was all over the news where people told him he was insane, a criminal, should be locked up. But it was easy for them to say. It’s not like he had wished to be this way. It had simply happened and now he could no longer fight it. Ever since his first time he had felt free, and the feeling had settled inside his body. Now he had to continue to ever feel like that again. And his art pieces were still amazing creations.
Do I have to run and hide?
As he reached for the saw, bringing it down on his work, Deidara heard the shed door open. Never had Itachi come check on him before. Usually Itachi was working when Deidara was out here working on his art. They had scheduled it like that, so they were able to spend time together. Now they would find out exactly how Itachi would react to Deidara’s ways.
Would you turn your back on me?
Blood spattered all over Deidara’s face didn’t leave much to guess. Itachi had had a hunch for a long time already, but now it was confirmed. Slowly he stepped into the wooden shed, the smell of decay lingering in the air together with the sharp smell of bleach. He scrunched up his nose as he moved on, keeping a safe distance away from Deidara so long that saw was in his hand.
The body displayed on the table was deformed, as if Deidara had tried to make a human transform in some other kind of object. Details were carved into the skin, laying out a story that only Itachi had ever understood. The police had been looking for the serial killer that had been haunting the city. They had tried everything to find him, but Deidara had been careful not to leave behind hints. Even if he displayed the bodies all over town. Everyone needed to see his art. Everyone needed to witness the beauty he was creating.
I've turned into a monster
Nausea hit Itachi hard and he puked all over the floor a few feet beside Deidara. Still no real reaction was there to all this. No fear, no anger. Disgust a little, but not the way Deidara had thought of it. It was odd and thrilling at the same time, the unexpected coming. Maybe Itachi would not say anything and pretend it was all okay, before calling the cops once he reached the house. Not that Deidara would let him. But Itachi didn’t even do that. He just stood there and watched Deidara, not even the body.
It made Deidara decide to continue, averting his gaze and focusing on his project. His saw hacked away at a limb, only to put it back somewhere else. It was nice to work like that, though half his attention was still on Itachi who was slowly walking towards him. Placing a hand on Deidara’s hip, Itachi made a quite intimate gesture, which really caught Deidara off guard.
And it keeps getting stronger
“Maybe you can put this in front of the mall. Tomorrow is Saturday, so it will be extra busy. That way you can be sure many will see it, as long as you pose it somewhere where staff doesn’t come. Only visitors.”
Halting his movements Deidara looked up at Itachi for a moment, slowly a smile spreading on his lips. “Good idea, but I’ll need help with that. I’ll be ready in an hour.”
“I’ll get the truck ready for you,” Itachi murmured before stepping away, his hand sliding away from Deidara’s warm side.
With a knife Deidara made a few extra carvings, creating an intricate pattern right on the woman’s breast. “Will you fuck me tonight?” he asked as Itachi was about to leave.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Itachi answered, Deidara more important to him than any type of law out there.
Summary: Deidara is a woman who has a big opinion on how all man are. They are all scum. Itachi is no different, or perhaps he is?
Rating: T-rated
Warnings: Genderbend Deidara, language
Word count: 2873
Fanfiction / Archiveofourown
Facebook / Fanfiction profile / AO3 profile
Heels tapped away at the wooden floor as firm steps took her to her destination. A provocative dress made heads turn for her, eyes lingering on the bits of skin she gladly showed off. A temptation she would blame the others for later on. What gave them the right to look? It was a little game Deidara liked to play. See where she could get men. Make them crawl for her and then she would banish them off as perverts. They all were anyway. All out for one thing. It was written in their lust filled eyes, and the way they smiled at her didn't make it any better.
Jerking her head to the side rather quickly, she gave the first man that dared to approach her a murderous glint. Better not get closer or she would scratch his eyes out. Figuratively of course. Perhaps it was not all their fault, though Deidara liked to think so. See them as the weaker race that could only think with their cocks. Their brains should've been somewhere else. Must've made it a lot easier. Then they didn't need to wait till all the blood had been pumped there. It would've already been a target point. And it would make it for Deidara even better to kick them in the groin. The pain they would suffer then.
Pulling a bar stool away from a man who seemed very unhygienic, Deidara took a seat, giving the man a foul look to make sure he would not see this as an invitation to start blabbering. Crossing her legs Deidara hooked a heel around one of the stool's legs and steadied herself that way. The bartender was already on his way to get her the usual.
May be strange that Deidara visited the pub frequently. She must be one of the best customers around. Deidara wouldn't admit it, but secretly she did enjoy the attention, and somewhere there was a sliver of hope that maybe one guy would be better. Wouldn't be like the assholes she dated before. Every fling had turned out to be worse than the one before. No guy really cared for her. Though she normally ran before it could get serious anyway. All because of something that had happened in the past. Something that had scarred her enough to despise all men. To her they were all the same anyway. Filthy pigs that couldn't keep their hands off women.
A round glass with a small straw was presented in front of Deidara. Eagerly she took the drink and let the alcohol slide down her throat, the straw making the progress easier. It took another drink before someone dared to take the seat beside her, Deidara's air scaring off any men who had passed by. Her posture was hostile, her eyes boring into the other's until they gave up before they had even tried. It took quite a few drinks before she loosened up, and often she didn't want to drink that much. There was a thin line between getting fun drunk, and being taken advantage of, and Deidara was very aware that she lost boundaries she didn't want to lose.
The man at first didn't approach her and simply ordered a beer for himself. She could feel his eyes lingering on her skin though, taking in her form greedily. At least this was how Deidara envisioned it. In reality the man was watching her face, pleasantly surprised by how blue her eyes were, and how beautifully they matched her bright blond hair. There was a distinctive difference in how Deidara viewed the world, and how the world really was. Prejudiced she casted the man off as one of the others, but perhaps he was not.
"May I buy you another drink?" he offered kindly, a soft smile on his lips.
Her bright blue eyes then finally switched towards him, Deidara's glare as apparent as the energy she used to drive the man away, though he did not budge one bit. "So you can ask for something in return? I'm not interested and can very well buy my own drinks," she spat, it never occurring to her she could also kindly reject the drink if she didn't want it. Instantly she assumed the man wanted only one thing. And that was to buy his way into her panties, through drinks.
Cocking his head to the side, the man curiously eyed her, his eyebrows knitted together as he tried to figure out what had just happened. "Are you alright?"
"Why? Because a woman is supposed to accept every drink offered to her? Of course a woman shouldn't reject something when it is a man that gives her something. How dare she! It's a man's job to offer drinks to pretty girls and get something in return." Her rant lasted a little longer, the need to put this man in his place growing bigger and bigger. Images of what this man wanted of her lingered in front of her eyes, playing games with her, toying with her. All he wanted was sex. She could see it dripping off his features, his dark eyes trying to lure her in.
Two eyebrows shot up then, a surprised chuckle escaping the man's lips. Taking a pause to really understand where this conversation was headed, he took a sip of his beer, the foam creating a white and wet moustache. "I have to admit I don't understand what this has to do with me being a man whatsoever, but I would not reject a drink when one is offered to be honest. It means I get a free drink, and perhaps also a conversation partner, which is always nice when you're in a pub."
"Oh yeah?" Deidara questioned, her hands balled into fists on the bar. She directed her eyes at the barkeeper, who instantly moved to her, a bit of a frightened look in his eyes. "Get this man a beer and put it on my tap," she ordered, and swiftly another glass of perfectly poured beer was presented in front of the man.
Grabbing the beer the man held it up between them and lifted it a little. "Thank you so much. That was very kind of you. Cheers to a lovely evening." And then he took a long gulp until half of the glass was drained.
That hadn't gone according to plan at all. Deidara had not anticipated on this outcome, figuring the man would be insulted if she offered him a drink now. But he had accepted gladly, and was very pleased with this drink presented in front of him. There was no good comeback to this one, so she had to admit defeat and let him have his drink. Quietly she sat beside him, sipping her third glass of clear liquid, the martini putting her a little at ease. Deidara tried to keep her eyes away from the man beside her, but her gaze kept being pulled towards him. The way he ripped up the coaster to little pieces was a bit strange, but she watched him doing it anyway.
"I came here with my best friend, but he ran into his girlfriend right as we dropped in, and now he's been in the loo for quite some time. I don't even want to know what the bloody hell they are doing in there." The man grinned at himself, but the story was obviously meant for Deidara. Why they were still talking was a mystery. Normally people didn't have the patience to actually have a conversation with Deidara, let alone talk about two friends fucking above a toilet. "I'm Itachi, by the way," he suddenly added, holding up his hand as an offer.
A bit flabbergasted Deidara took the hand and shook it lightly, letting the charm of this man overwhelm her a little bit. "Deidara," she muttered, and then got right back into her bitchy self. "And you know very well what the fuck your friends are doing down there. It's disgusting," she said, scrunching up her nose in distaste.
"Oh, I agree," Itachi replied, surprising Deidara yet again. As far as she knew, every man was happy if he could catch a quickie in the bathroom, and then leave her be so the next could get a lay as well. "Honestly, the loo in a pub. Who does that?" His face now matched hers, though there was a faint smile playing around his lips, finding this whole situation of his friend having sex in the bathroom hilarious. "It's so filthy down there I hardly dare to piss, let alone get myself a girl. No matter if she is my girlfriend and she's willing, there are better places for that."
Leaning her head on her hand, Deidara relaxed a little as she fully turned herself towards Itachi. The conversation topic was a little strange, and Deidara still had her guards up, but Itachi was not aggressively hitting on her. This conversation could be mistaken for a simple chat between two friends. "Well, where would you take your girlfriend then? Down the alley, so she can get some fresh air while you give it to her?"
"You don't take your girlfriend to an alley," Itachi said while shaking his head, showing Deidara how preposterous that idea was. Leaning a little closer then he lifted up a finger as if he were to lecture Deidara on how it was really done. "If I had a girlfriend, I would take her to the best places. My flat or her flat would be the best starting course, but if there were other options, I would take her to the best. Imagine climbing up a tower and fuck under a starry sky, while able to look down at the people, and see how insignificant they are to what you are feeling right then. It's special."
Deidara laughed at that, finding it ridiculous to even consider such a thing. "It's quite extraordinary how you were able to turn such a horrible idea into something romantic. But I would not want to have sex in a tower looking down at people. Why are there other people? Who would want other people around when they are fucking?"
"You make a valid point," Itachi answered, nodding his head at that. "Having other people around is indeed overrated. The fun things happen in private, where you can really let go. Alright, I'll take it back. If I had a girlfriend, then I would do it inside the house, not outside the house. She's probably freaky enough anyway." He lifted up his half empty glass again and clanked it against hers, as if to toast on it.
Giving Itachi a stomp against his arm, Deidara tried to be playful, but she was also partially insulted. As if a girl needed to be a freak in bed to be able to please someone. That's how she saw it, how she turned Itachi's words. "You are a horrible man. See all men are the same. Perverts that only want one thing, and a girl better give it to them." The snide comment made her stomach a little upset. She had found this man far too kind, which was not right. He was like the others, because they were all the same.
"We don't need to start name calling now," Itachi replied, trying to keep the mood simple and pleasant, but Deidara had long passed that point. "I am no pervert. I came here to have a drink and have a relaxing evening with my friend. Unfortunately my friend abandoned me and left me to do the drinking and relaxing alone. I then joined you to see if you'd like to have a drink with me, so I can still continue the plans I had, and I have to admit I was in no way interested in fucking my friend, so this was not my plan to do with you either."
"Yeah, right," Deidara countered not so convincingly. She still thought she was in the right, because this was all just a lie. A way to manipulate her into believing his pretty words, and then once she had her guard down, he would make his move and that would be it. A big regret in the morning. "I'm going home," she added and grabbed her clutch from the bar, pushing herself from the stool.
Her heels had already clacked their way halfway to the door when Itachi caught up, jacket draping from his shoulders. "I'll walk you home," he told her, holding the door open to let her step outside.
"I'll be fine on my own," she gritted out, trying her best glare to get him to leave her alone already. She really didn't need this lad to know where she lived. What if he would become some kind of stalker and would just kept bothering her until he got what he wanted.
"I know you will, but it wouldn't feel right to let you walk alone. Even if you tell me to go away, I will still walk a few steps behind you to make sure you get home safe, so don't bother trying to get rid of me."
And that was how their little journey started, Deidara giving in, though slightly afraid of what Itachi might try. But he stayed silent, falling into step beside her as they crossed a few streets. They passed house after house, lampposts flickering their lights as they walked under them. It was cold out, but Deidara never brought a jacket, it being too much of a hassle when you went out. None of the girls really did, even if it rained.
"You know I really am not a pervert," Itachi suddenly spoke up, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had settled between them. "I was in a relationship for about four years until about a year ago, and have not been with anybody since then. I don't do one night things. There is no fun in that. It won't feel the same after you've been with someone for so long. I would only date and see where things head, so you really shouldn't worry. I wasn't hitting on you."
Turning her blue eyes towards Itachi, Deidara peeked through her blond lock, seeing his serene face. He seemed to be telling the truth, not a trace of a lie on his face, but Deidara had believed someone so easily once before. It hadn't worked out so well for her. "That's what they all say," she shot back, picking up the pace a little as her heels clicked away against the pavement. "I wasn't doing this, I wasn't doing that, and soon they would have you wrapped around their finger. I've heard it all before. It doesn't work anymore."
"We are not all child molesters, cheaters, or rapists, you know," Itachi pointed out, and he could see he had hit a nerve, though he didn't ask which one it was. It wasn't polite to ask when they hardly knew each other. Itachi only knew his assumption was right. Something had scarred Deidara, and had turned him into a bitter woman that would be hard to get. "I really only wanted to talk to you, because I thought you needed a friend as well. You were alone, and so were I. It seemed logical to move to you and just have a conversation. I really wanted nothing more."
They had reached Deidara's house, and even if she really didn't want Itachi to know where she lived, it was foolish to just walk on. Pushing aside the little fence door Deidara stepped into the little yard the house had in front of it. Weeds had overgrown the place and had then died, it covering the entire thing, because no one really cared how it looked. Deidara had just wanted to go inside without uttering another word, not wanting to acknowledge the fact that maybe, maybe Itachi was different. But Itachi wouldn't let her go so easily, needing to put one last good word in for himself.
"I did have a good time tonight, Deidara. I'd like to go out and grab some drinks again if you don't mind. I'll give you my number and you can just call me up whenever you want to. Maybe you can tell me where I should take my girlfriend. I'm sure you know how I should treat a woman." He smiled at her kindly, but there was a shimmer of sadness in there. As if he was sorry for everything that had ever happened to her, and wanted to apologise for the bad behaviour of all men, even if he hadn't been part in any of it. So she accepted the phone number and put it into her phone, really considering going out for drinks, as friends.
"Thank you for walking me home," Deidara called after Itachi as soon as he had turned around. He shot her a wave as he continued on his way, but Deidara couldn't move from her spot yet. A last question lingered on her tongue, and eventually it came out. "You really are not like the others, are you?"
Summary: On the battlefield, Itachi and Deidara side by side, fighting a war for their king.
Rating: M-rated
Warnings: Violence, character death
Word count: 967
Fanfiction / Archiveofourown
Song link: Battle Cry
Row after row of soldiers, were lined up, shields posed in front of their bodies, swords held up in their right hands. Armour covered their entire body, though there were always places that were vulnerable. Places where they needed to move. Places where swords could slip through and kill them with ease. This would be their final stand, the last time they would fend off the enemy. They weren’t there, because they wanted to, shaking knees making the armour rattle. Hearts thumped fast inside chests, hidden away by a big breastplate. Archers were in the last line, but they weren’t as thrilled for this war to start either. What would protect them once the army had breached through the first line of soldiers?
All this time I've been afraid
Blond hair spilled from under a helmet, carelessly left out, because it didn’t matter how recognised him. Beside him the same happened with sleek black hair. The two men stood just a little closer together, their hands reaching out for the other every time a sudden sound swept down the hill. Together they were waiting, waiting for the end. There was no hope left here anymore. They had made their peace with that only a few hours before, making love in a place they surely would be cut. And they were. No one cared anymore, a simple understanding caving everyone’s hearts. What was there left to lose? When the cry of monsters passed the hill and slipped down, warning them for the coming army of magic.
Stars are only visible in darkness
As the army came running down the hill, the captain shouted one last encouragement down to his shoulders, but the sound never reached any of them. The cries coming from the monsters were far louder. Readying their swords and shields, they braced for the impact. The first load of arrows came crushing down necks, hitting a few of them in the neck as they rolled down the rest of the hill. It only took out a small portion, the rest still spilling down as a wave of water.
An equal cry moved through them as they started marching as well, because it was time. Time to defend their people, their king. Their newly crowned king who had caused this war in the first place, but as mere soldiers they had nothing to want. The clash was rough and instantly many men fell on each side, falling dead to the ground, so the next could step over their bodies.
The only sound
Is the battle cry
It took a bit longer for the fight to reach both Deidara and Itachi. They patiently waited for the first opponent to crash through. And as the first person broke through, their swords went up and blocked the axe that came down. With ease they fell into a fight, pushing off any attack the other could lay on them. They stayed close to one another, as if they could help this way. As if they could be certain the other would not die. No one would lay a finger on them. Knives were thrown by Itachi, hitting one in the eye and the other in the throat, and Deidara finished them off by sliding his sword right down their abdomen. Organs came spilling out, but they were already moving on.
The next row of beasts came rolling in, soon outnumbering them with many. Soldiers had perished all around them, littering the ground with dead bodies that were trampled by anyone that was still left standing to fight. This army was nowhere fit to protect the castle.
Nobody can save me now
In the fight Itachi and Deidara lost each other somewhere, more enemy soldiers spilling between them and preventing them from getting to each other. They fought as hard as they could, not wanting to die yet. Not wanting to give up yet. It was their future they were fighting for, together. That last time together could not be their last time forever, even if they had said goodbye. Desperation became clearer as they hacked away at the other army, forcing many of the soldiers down on the ground with blood spilling out.
Itachi never saw the big guy coming, it attacking him in the back as it threw off his helmet, leaving his head bare and vulnerable. And Deidara was too far away to help.
It's do or die
Most of their army was now defeated, the few soldiers left standing soon falling victim to the vicious army of magic. Deidara was still fighting his way through the beasts, fear staining his eyes as he saw the big brute stomping towards Itachi. His sword was already knocked out of his hands, his shield smashed to pieces as soon as the hammer had slammed down on it. Deidara cried out for him, told him to run, flee, go somewhere safe. But it was stupid to think it was possible. Itachi looked Deidara’s way one last time as the monster let the hammer come crashing down.
Fighting harder Deidara pushed his way through the men that had been fighting him, tried to cut him down. He mortally wounded them as he ran forward, the need to get to Itachi so high now. Maybe if he still got there in time. Just because he was lying on the ground completely still, didn’t mean that it was over. It could be solved, he could be saved.
Recklessly Deidara ran on, ignoring the swords around him trying to stop him from moving. It was not hard for them to miss now that Deidara was no longer fighting back. Before he even hit the ground, Deidara was already dead, landing right beside Itachi, their hands falling together as a final goodbye.
Summary: The kingdom has treated the village unfairly, and this is why Deidara rises up against it, fighting for their rights.
Rating: M-rated
Warnings: Violence, character death
Word count: 1080
Fanfiction / Archiveofourown
Song link: Warriors
As a child Deidara had grown up in the little village, but living so close to the castle made him able to see many things. See the princes play around, fool around, feel free behind the bars of their kingdom. Safely tucked away behind high walls that would never be penetrated. Deidara saw it all while his village fell with every war the kingdom went under, soldiers murdering out his people as they took their vengeance out on them. The brutality of men was something Deidara witnessed as a young boy, but it made him grow up much faster than others.
After his mother had fallen victim to one of these wars, Deidara started to plan and scheme, figuring out a way to make things right. To make them pay. Revenge was boiling inside his brain, ready to burst out and take everything else with him.
Of all the things that you would change but it was just a dream!
Swords forgotten by soldiers were pulled out of their scabbards, hands who had never wielded something so sharp holding it up. Encouraging pats on the back were there to give everyone the strength they needed to continue. Hearts beat fast as they stepped out of their small hut. One of the buildings that was left standing after the last war that had sent pillages through their streets. With a sure step they got onto the main road, the town’s door their aim now. Last night the warning had been given, so they knew they didn’t have to look far. This was where they needed to be, for upcoming fight.
We are the warriors that built this town.
The clattering of armour could be heard before the soldiers had even rounded the corner, but there they were. Dressed in iron with capes representing their house, a flag among their midst, the small army the kingdom send was here to take revenge. Revenge for the murder one of the villagers had committed.
With a grin Deidara greeted them, the one behind all this. The one who had gathered these men and riled them up to take a stand. With a sword far too big and heavy for him he took a step closer, showing himself as the leader of the bunch. The soldiers didn’t say anything, their helmets shying away their features. This was not a negotiation. These men were here simply to put them down and be rid of the problem, but Deidara wasn’t going to make it easy on them.
Your spirit never dies
He had no faith in winning, and he knew many of them would perish, their guts cut out with swords so fine they would hardly feel it. But Deidara was convinced it would make a difference. That the kingdom would finally realise it had people living here that needed protection. That needed walls to feel safe. That they were the victim of wars. No tear needed to be shed for his death, as long as he was remembered.
Cause this will be the labour of my love
With a cry Deidara set in the attack, running towards the armoured soldiers as if he stood a chance. The others fell into step with him, joining him in his cry as they held their swords out in front of them. They clashed harshly, swords hitting each other before Deidara could even make an impact. The cries for the fight had evaporated and were now changed into guttural groans and squeaks as some townsmen were cut right as they made it to the attack. Many fell instantly, but Deidara was not there to give up.
Choosing the one that seemed the leader he threw his sword into the battle again and again, trying to get through the armour with every hit. It never left a mark, the steel barely hitting the soldier in the first place. It was as if he was being toyed with, the other jumping out of the way, but never throwing his own sword into the fight to leave his mark on Deidara. There had been many opportunities, Deidara’s attack reckless.
Here we are, don't turn away now
“I will kill every one of you,” Deidara yelled out frustrated, knowing he was almost the last one left. But no other soldier interrupted the fight between Deidara and their leader. The man in armour only danced around him, blocking every hit of the steel Deidara tried to deliver. But his call must’ve awakened something, because now the man did start striking back, their swords clashing harder whenever they found each other mid-air.
And then for a split second when Deidara wasn’t following the line of the other’s sword, he found it sliding right into his stomach, easily slipping through the soft flesh as if it were a pillow.
We are the warriors that built this town
With a cough Deidara fell to the ground. The sword was pulled back, letting the blood flow free as it had more places to go now. Soon it pooled all around him. Lungs filling up as well, Deidara coughed it up, blood slowly dribbling from his lips. His vision was turning hazy already, blue eyes going dull as his life was slipping away. He knew it was inevitable, and he had been ready. But now he wanted to fight it, reject it, because he had not made a difference yet. The soldiers didn’t know.
Kneeling beside him the one Deidara had fought took his helmet off, revealing someone Deidara knew, had seen before. The eldest prince who would take over the throne as soon as he had come of age. Tears welling up in his eyes Deidara reached up, the need to feel if it really was the prince pushing him passed his last energy. The one that delivered the mortal wound was sitting here, regret plastered on his face.
“I’m sorry,” the prince softly muttered, dark eyes filling with sorrow. His voice sounded so soft, Deidara barely able to still catch on, the life really leaving him now. “I wish it had been different. I’ve wished it so many times as I saw you through the gates. That young boy with these beautiful eyes I could never quite capture. I wish you could’ve lived.”
Deidara tried to listen, tried to let the words flow through, but he didn’t understand. Keeping his eyes focused on the prince’s face he tried to ask, tried to communicate. Why?
Summary: Dumped in the desert, Itachi and Deidara need to survive on their own.
Rating: T-rated
Warnings: Hints of violence
Word count: 683
Fanfiction / Archiveofourown
Song link: Release
With a rough push they are thrown out of the pick-up truck. It speeds off, its wheels blowing up a big cloud of red sand, showering them in a thin layer. The shouts and cries of the people on the truck faded away in the distance by the time they are really able to move. Bodies bruised and battered, blood and sand in places they really don’t want to find it. They are silent as they get up, dusting their clothes off as if it mattered. As far as the eye reaches they only see sand, no sign of civilization around at all. It makes Itachi sigh, but he says nothing. He doesn’t need to.
Twenty miles from anyone
Turning their eye on the sun, they start to walk, slowly pushing forward as their muscles feel pained due to everything that had happened before. Deidara tries to cough up the sand in his lungs, but finds more blood coming out than anything else. If they had to die, this would be the right time. No more suffering. But heaven would not grand Deidara that. He had not deserved a kind treatment, not with everything he had done. Lying to Itachi may be the worst of all, and if it hadn’t been for him, they wouldn’t even have been in this position in the first place.
Cause heaven knows that nothing good comes free
Making deals with the wrong crowd was not something Deidara should ever have done, but they were tight on cash, and still needed to pay the bills. For Deidara it was an easy solution, and Itachi never had to find out if everything had gone according to plan. Of course it was a set up, and of course he made deals with two rivalling gangs. It was supposed to be quick money, and now they ended up here, left for dead. After being tortured for information Itachi never had in the first place. Deidara had never felt this awful, knowing he was the cause of his lover being wounded so badly. Perhaps even for his death, but Deidara didn’t want to think that far yet. Not yet.
In the hopes that I could be someone
Hours had passed and Itachi had still not said anything. It was frightening, because silence with Itachi meant he was thinking. And when Itachi was thinking, he was making up plans. Those plans could now involve getting rid of Deidara forever, since he was not being informed on those plans. But how could Deidara blame him? Itachi was better off without him. Better off alone, where no one else could bother him. It was for the best, certainly.
And now I wonder if it's meant to be
“It will soon go dark, so we should find shelter. Tomorrow morning we should walk as soon as the sun comes up though, because it’s better to walk when it’s not that hot yet.”
And finally after the sun was already setting, Itachi spoke up. Unexpected words tumbled off those dry lips, the skin breaking already. No matter what Deidara had done, no matter how badly Itachi was hurt, he would still take care of Deidara. He would still make sure Deidara was safe, because it was all that mattered to Itachi.
Cause after all you've never lied
Deidara’s eyes pricked with tears that couldn’t come, the lack of hydration preventing them from forming. Wrapping his arms around his torso Deidara started to weep. For all that he had done. For the pain that he had caused. For the mistakes that he had made. All in all he was just a mess. One that would just make things worse, and would not come up with genius plans like these.
Oh what a mess
A day later they were found in the middle of the desert, picked up by a truck with people they didn’t know. They had both passed out from lack of water, only a few steps away from each other. But they lived, and that was all that mattered.
The melody on this one is beautiful, and the story is more based on that. The lyrics fit Itachi’s behaviour, but it’s not really from his POV.
Pairing: Itachi x Deidara
Summary: Ballrooms and feasts were not for Deidara, until Itachi asks him to dance.
Rating: K-rated
Warnings: No warnings
Word count: 1150
Fanfiction / Archiveofourown
Song link: Second Chances
A ballroom dressed in far too much gold, glistening under the many candles that shed their light through chandeliers. Couples were dancing, circling around one another as their feet always found the right places to step. Outside of the circle of dancing bodies stood the waiting ladies and gentlemen. It was a big feast, meant for women to find their ideal man, right here on the dancefloor. Many young ones had been invited already, taken by the hand, and swept right into a dance that would be the one they danced for life.
The bachelor wanted most was still standing on the side lines, eyes following the movements of others, but making no indication of wanting to join. Maidens around him were giggling, trying to get his attention with skirts so wide, they could hardly pass through anything. It was hard to miss them, everyone around always talking about the wanted Uchiha heir. Whispers moved through the ballroom, names of several maidens mentioned, ones he might be interested in.
There'll be no forgiveness for you to come around
Finally the Uchiha heir moved from his place, pushing passed the crowd as he aimed for a certain corner. Whispers grew louder as men and women alike tried to see who it was the heir was aiming for. Who he was moving towards. Which lady had he chosen as his own?
There by the wall one tried to disappear right into the blue paint. Ballrooms really were not places he fancied to be. Their goal was not something Deidara was interested in, nor did he want to participate in such foolish actions. Not after everything that had already happened. How feasts like this were the cause of his loneliness. Dressed in a blue flower embroidered costume, gold details fitting his family brand, Deidara kept to the side as always. Whispers hadn’t reached his ears, because he avoided them at all costs. Women were avoided just as much. There would be no dance for him tonight, not during a feast like this.
I won't break you
The heir finally stopped as his dark eyes landed on his target, a slight smile playing around his lips as he stepped closer towards the one he was aiming for. Blue eyes were filled with confusion and hurt as he offered his hand, asking for a dance right in front of everyone. Deidara had never been able to keep his composure quite as well as Itachi could. Especially not when emotions were running high. Shooting his gaze from left to right, Deidara watched the crowd around him look back in astonishment. Some even in disgust. But no matter how they looked, Itachi didn’t let his hand waver, nor did he pull it away.
If you can erase it then I can atone
With slight hesitation in his gesture, Deidara offered his hand, and let Itachi guide him towards the dancefloor. This was something forbidden and wrong in the eyes of the crowd, but they all were far too polite and well-mannered to instantly jump in. For now it would be pushed off as a joke between two young gentlemen, who were only messing with their elderlies.
No less was true though, because they had danced so often like this. Easily they slipped into the right pose, Itachi’s hand on Deidara’s waist, while Deidara’s softly touched Itachi’s shoulder. The other two were holding each other, connecting them in a way they both loved. And then their waltz began, circling through the room with all eyes on them. Their movements were graceful and so well practised, perfectly fitting the scenery. Their bodies were so familiar with one another, they never had to signal their next move, the other knowing how to respond before one had even anticipated on it.
I will not let you down
Time seemed to be standing still between them, their eyes never leaving the others. Deidara’s heart felt heavy inside his chest, a knot in his throat as emotions rose high. A few days prior he had found out Itachi was meant to be wed in the next few weeks, because an heir needed a wife to share it with. Many allegeable women had already come to town to show they would be the right person. It didn’t matter if Itachi had already found the right person. The one he loved more than anything. This was what was expected of him, and was what he would set out for. This was his feast today, and on a whim he had selected Deidara. Because it was always Deidara.
As Itachi saw the familiar happy twinkling in Deidara’s eyes, he could not stop himself anymore. Stopping the dance he reached forward, and right there, amidst the people who would be most against this, Itachi kissed him. Kissed him as so many times before. With his heart spilled out right in front of Deidara, so the other only needed to take it. Every dance ended like this, but this was the first one not shared in privacy.
Forgive me
An exasperated cry moved through the crowds as they witnessed a kiss that was never meant to be shared. One that was forbidden by law and could cost you your life. Maidens screeched as they saw their chance pass by. Men roared when the idea of this occurrence finally settled in. Storming towards the two men they tried to grasp their sleeves and prevent them from getting away with this. But Itachi was quicker on his feet, one of the best swordsmen around.
Easily he stepped out of the way, taking Deidara with him in yet another dance, this time actually aiming for a certain point. The dancefloor was now filling with the people that had been standing on the outlines, asking what was going on. Wanting to stop the two from going anywhere. But they were better. They knew how to get away. Slipping through it all the couple reached the exit, and as Itachi turned one last look on Deidara, a question in those deep familiar depths, Deidara answered with a nod.
Open up again, I believe in second chances
Holding each other’s hand, fingers laced together, they ran through the golden detailed door. Their steps echoed through the corridor, guards following them purely based on the sound. But Itachi had come prepared. The hallways they took were all left empty, a side door leading them outside. Bursting through it they stumbled down a small step. In the woods across the yard a carriage was waiting for them, the rider already sitting on top to see them out.
As hands once more tried to snatch them, Deidara and Itachi avoided them one last time, slipping through it all as if they had earned it. Jumping into the carriage they instantly rode off, down the pebble stones, and get to safety. A new life would begin here.
Summary: Deidara says goodbye to everyone, because he wants to say hello to someone else.
Rating: T-rated
Warnings: Suicide, character death
Word count: 886
Fanfiction / Archiveofourown
Song link: The Unknown
Practically on his knees Deidara stood in front of the church doors, the sister refusing to let him in at the current hour. She was making this unnecessarily hard. Why would the church refuse to let him? Isn’t everyone welcome in the arms of god? And hadn’t Deidara come here with a pure heart, asking to be let in just this one, for a confession and a pray? His mother had always come to church, every Sunday on one of those wooden booths, listening to the words spoken to and for the lord. Deidara had been dragged along when he was a child, blessed by the sisters who had been there before. If only this woman would let him in now.
Oh, so let me show you something good
The pastor or the preacher, Deidara never knew the difference, eventually let him in, saying indeed everyone was welcome when they sought help and comfort in the home of the lord. Seeing one of the followers of god so up close made Deidara apologise, his confession starting right there. Past mistakes tumbled off his lips as many of his decisions had turned into regrets. Forgiveness was what he looked for now, and this was one who could grant it him. At least this was what Deidara believed. Maybe he was a little star struck by the man he figured was very important, but for some reason this all mattered a lot now.
Pledge allegiance to my only
Stumbling over his words the man in front of Deidara said he could not offer forgiveness just like that. He could only say that as long as he embraced god, that the lord would forgive him for all his sins. A strange religion Deidara thought, but it was his mother’s before, and it was what Deidara needed to hear. It warmed his heart and with a skip in his step Deidara left the church. Maybe this would make a difference already. Maybe this would help him get where he needed to be.
After the people and places are gone
Racing home Deidara got to his next destination. Ringing the doorbell he waited, because in reality it had not been his home anymore for quite some time, but it had been where he had grown up. His aunt opened the door, her face wrinkled with age. Her hair had been freshly permed, ready for another week to go. With a smile she greeted him, though Deidara could see she knew why he was here. A final hug lasted long, memories of his childhood flooding back into their minds. Life had been hard, but his aunt had been nothing but wonderful to him.
Set me free again
The road continued as Deidara left his aunt’s house, his eyes moving up to the sky for a moment as he watched the clouds pass by. A twinge in his heart made him think back to a different time, when he was much younger and was still learning to talk. His papa had been his hero back then, fighting in wars as he defeated the bad guys, and still Deidara believed that man could’ve changed the world. If only he had lived longer than the short life he had. A few more years, a few more moments together. A father and son. Deidara still missed him, but up there he must still be kicking ass. Another thought Deidara pushed aside for now.
Oh, I miss ya
Rounding the corner Deidara started moving uphill. The sidewalk was empty, but cars drove past him as they moved down the hill, driving back into town. The one Deidara was currently saying goodbye to. A life he would forever leave behind, because it held nothing for him anymore. A harsh wind suddenly hit him from the side as he reached a more open space, the bridge not sheltering him enough. The iron structure rose high up above him, creating a dark shadow. But Deidara didn’t feel its threatening glare, the confidence of what he was about to do far more important. The middle point was soon reached, and there Deidara found his end point.
Turning towards the side, Deidara hung his head over it and glanced down at the water far below. The current was wild and rocks stuck out here and there. A small smile formed on his lips, now even more sure than before. This was the place to be. Cars still passed by, but they were slowing down, watching as the blond man climbed onto the small wall that kept pedestrians from falling down the sides.
As Deidara faced the road, back towards the wide river, he could see cars stopping now. People were jumping out, shouting things at him that never reached his ears. With a smile he let himself fall, the rush of wind making everything else disappear. Gravity pulled at him, so hard that it only took a split second before he had reached the river. With a final crash against the rocks, everything turned white.
You will come back to me
“I knew you would be here, Itachi,” Deidara said as he felt warm familiar hands on his face, waking him up out of an angry dream, showing him a world he had never seen before.
Summary: Buying a tower seemed like a good idea. That was until Deidara kept being bothered by knights and princes all looking for a lovely bride, and apparently they all have a thing for hair...
Rating: K-rated
Word count: 2590
Fanfiction / Archiveofourown
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"Rapunzel, Rapunzel. Let down your hair."
That was it. Honestly, enough is enough. This shit had been going on and on for weeks already and Deidara could not take it anymore. Exactly, Deidara. His name was not even similar to this Rapunzel they kept calling for, and what was up with her hair. Why did they want to see it so badly, and why ask for it if she would be all the way up in this damn tower? As if they can actually see it if she would hang her head out of that little window on the side.
For the tenth time that week Deidara jumped up out of his chair and stomped towards the hole in the wall. Yes, a hole in the wall. It was sold to him as a beautiful window with a gorgeous view over the green valley. Well, when it rained, it surely wasn't pretty, and all it did was get the wooden floor below wet. He was certain there was mould below the hard wooden floor, but Deidara didn't want to break the whole thing open. All his money had gone to buying this damn tower. This awful awful thing. That witch really had tricked him into this one. The only benefit about this thing, was that it was nicely secluded, or so Deidara thought.
Every day at least one guy had come to his tower to bother him. Or they had come for this damn Rapunzel. Maybe she had been a whore, and all these guys had come here for her services. No one would find out here. Ugh, as long as they didn't expect he would do the same things. Not that any had been let up so far. As if he wanted any of those hair addicts to come up here. He had carefully glanced out the window at first, to see who were actually standing below by his tower. But every look had been a let-down. Most were really old men with long grey beards, or far too young for Deidara's liking, barely able to even hold their swords up. There had been short men and chubby men, the horse they were on almost sinking through their hooves. It was pathetic, and Deidara was in no way interested to even have a pleasant conversation. Most of them were rude anyway, demanding to be let up, because they had rode a long way, all to come see Rapunzel. Well, that bitch wasn't here, so what gave them the right to demand shit?
Pushing aside the thick curtain Deidara had hung in front of the glassless window, he hung his head out of it, ready to yell all kinds of profanities at the guy below. But the guy was struggling with his helmet, trying to get it off his head, but it was stuck under the rest of his armour. With a heavy sigh Deidara hung his head low, knowing this was all just a waste of time. Another guy he needed to send on his way, because obviously Deidara was not what this man was looking for. He may have long hair, but he was not about to let it down.
"Hey man," he called down, making sure his voice was really deep. There had been one guy who had challenged him and had still called him a woman. That moment had not ended well, for the knight that is. "Just leave it on. There is not pretty princess here that goes by the name of Rapunzel and she will not be dropping down any lock of hair for you, and neither will I."
A confused sound bubbled up from below as the guy continued removing his helmet. To Deidara it was already quite special that someone would wear this whole suit while riding a horse, on their way to some kind of princess that lived across the country, or another country. Wouldn't someone rather ride with barely anything on? All that extra weight. Idiots really had no idea how to move around properly.
And then finally the helmet came off, revealing a sweaty face, black hair sticking all over it. But under all that sweat, and hair, and redness due to overheating, was a very very handsome face. At least this is what Deidara assumed now, but there really was a lot of distance between them. How did this princess do this before? Or did she just not care how these fellows looked and had she let everyone get up in this tower?
Squinting his eyes up at the tower, the knight finally gave himself a proper look up. But the soon was glaring right in his face, and even his hand wouldn't shelter them enough. "Excuse me?" was shouted up, the frown still present on his beautiful forehead. Okay, that was a little weird.
Contemplating on how to answer this one, Deidara doubted between letting the guy up, because he was so handsome, or simply sending him away again since he was looking for the princess anyway. "The princess is not here. Rapunzel moved out and I bought this tower to have some freaking privacy, but all these people keep bothering me. Seriously dude, I can't help you out here. So turn your horse around and be on your way. I got nothing fancy to offer here."
"There is no princess?" Instead of turning around, this guy thought it was better to ask about this first. Why did all these princes and knights think that Deidara was lying? Why would he lie about this? He was in no way interested in the princess, or any princess for that matter, so he would not be keeping her locked up here for his own pleasure. "Have I missed a turn then? I was told up the road that she was supposed to be in this tower." The guy looked to the left and then to the right, trying to find another path he was supposed to take. Really, Deidara had to explain this all before this guy was going to leave.
Lazily Deidara hung out the window, his head leaning on his hands, making his cheeks squish up to make him look extra flattering. At least this way Deidara could enjoy the view just a little longer. "No, you have not missed a turn," he sighed. "I don't know, man. There was a guy before you and he snatched her away. I bought this tower from the creepy witch that had kept her locked up here, and have been living here ever since. You guys really need like some system that keeps track of which princess is actually still available. It's weird how many of you were after this girl."
The horse put a step to the side, clearly done with standing still in one place. She tried pulling the reigns down to eat the grass, but the knight wouldn't let her. Poor horse. She came all this way for nothing and now he wouldn't even let her enjoy a little bit of grass. Deidara's horses were all grazing around the meadow as well. There were only two, but that was beside the point.
And then suddenly the knight decided it was a good idea to get down from the horse. This was clearly doing the opposite of what Deidara had told him to do. "Alright, so I was too late for the princess," the man sighed, scratching his sweaty forehead, wiping away the long strands of black hair. This guy was really far too handsome for any kind of princess currently alive.
"Yeah, so there is no point in sticking around here. What's her face is really not here, so go back home and find another princess to stalk or something. Seriously, I live here to get some peace and quiet and work on my art and shit, but all you people keep bothering me about her. Do you want me to put up a sign or something? One that says: No princess here, go get a life."
More armour was coming off the knight's body. The chest piece was first to go, followed by the parts around his legs, until he was dressed in a plain brown garment that was not flattering whatsoever. These were all more signs that this dude was actually not leaving. What in Deidara's speech made this guy think that sticking around was the best idea in the world. All the other knights at least sped off as soon as they found out Deidara was in fact a man, and his voice was deep enough to show that he was a man. If this guy would not agree, than he would get a taste of Deidara's art.
Shaking off the ache in his muscles, the knight looked up the tower again, the sun still glaring in his eyes. "What kind of art do you make?"
This took Deidara completely off guard. Mimicking the knight's confused frown from before, he looked down, trying to find the right way to respond. Part of him wanted to rant and rant about his art now, because someone was actually interested. But he didn't really want to chat with this knight who was looking for the princess. "Dude, just go home. My art is not important to you, and I will not magically turn into a girl either that you can sweep off her feet." That should be enough and now the guy really could not avoid the fact that Deidara was a man.
"I'm not asking you to turn into a woman," the man replied matter-of-factly, and then proceeded to walk around a little, trudging on Deidara's property. The horses were already messing up his grass, and he didn't need this guy to make it worse. "I rode days to get here, as an order of my father, because it's my time to get married. So now that I know there is no princess, I don't feel like going back just yet. I want to figure out a solution." Now Deidara understood the pacing around. The guy was probably not even really listening to what Deidara had been saying, to absorbed in his own thoughts. Well, being forced to marry some princess you didn't know, must really be horrible anyway.
Deidara did have the obvious solution though. "Why go home then?"
That was apparently not the answer the guy wanted, because even from up the tower Deidara could see that the he was glaring heavily. Deidara still stood by his solution. It was what he had done years ago, because he was not about to take over that damn farm his father took care of. And now he was an artist with his own tower, crappy tower, but his nonetheless.
"You really don't have to go home. Who's going to find you? It's not like there is some kind of tracking device attached to you and these lands are huge. There are enough places to hide. My family has not been able to find me for about three years now. It's not that hard, and no one can tell you what to do."
"And then get myself a worn down tower that will crash with the next storm that swoops in?"
That ticked Deidara off. Who did this guy think he was, commenting on Deidara's home like that? At least he had his own home. "Hey, jackass. At least I don't still live with my parents and can marry anyone I want. Who really has it better here?" Softly he muttered "bitch" after it.
"I'm not entirely convinced you have it better. You have some scorch patches on the side of the brick and I wonder how warm it actually is up there. At my parents I at least have a roof above my head that would keep out any rain."
Cocky asshole! "Well, why don't you come up and take a look then and see for yourself. I am living the bachelor life, man. Your parents' home got nothing on this."
Somehow the guy's facial expression changed at that. Deidara was too angry to really notice though, insulted by everything this dumb knight had said. What did he know about life? "Fine, let me up then. Let down your hair."
Really?! Still with this hair. What was up with this Rapunzel chick and her damn hair? Next time when he buys a property, he really should ask about the previous owners. This was not going to happen to him again, ever. "There is a freaking door!" Deidara shouted down, pointing to the left of his tower, where there was clearly a front door with a little bell people could ring, if they wanted to come up. There had never been a need to shout up to him. They were all civilized people.
"A door."
Deidara didn't appreciate the surprised tone in the knight's voice, but at least someone would now actually use his front door and not try to climb the wall to get up to him. All the previous princes and knights had indeed been that blind.
The knight disappeared from view, so Deidara pushed himself away from the window and got back inside. Perhaps his place should have been a little more organised before he invited someone up, but this only showed how great this place was, right? The amount of freedom and stuff. This was what Deidara would go with as he heard the knight trudged up the stairs, his steps echoing through the small hallway. If he had been wearing his armour, he would've been making even more noise. The door to get inside his place shook a little as the knight tried to open it. The idiot didn't even know how to open a door properly.
Yanking it open, Deidara shot him a look, and then turned around to let the guy enter on his own. "See, this is what you're missing out on."
Dark eyes roamed through the tower, taking in every part of Deidara's home. In the meantime Deidara took this opportunity to really look at this handsome prince. The sharp lines in his face with those dark mysterious eyes, hair framing his face so perfectly. Geez, no princess should ever marry him. This one should just be displayed somewhere, so everyone could gaze upon his beauty.
"Alright, I will stay."
Again this guy said things that just left Deidara completely flabbergasted. What was that? Staying? Here? Why in the world? When had Deidara even offered that option? "Uh, I don't think so."
"No, I will stay. This place is nice and hidden away from the world. Not to mention you will be able to chase anyone out without them ever realising I am here as well. I will not have to marry any woman. Instead I can marry you, and we'll spend our lives here." The dreamy look on his face made Deidara smack his hand against his forehead. Suddenly he understood with what kind of person he was dealing with.
"You're an Uchiha prince, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"And you always get what you want."
"Yes."
"Okay… Great."
A small smirk formed on the prince's lips as he glanced over at Deidara, cocking his head to the side as he took in Deidara's figure. "I'm Itachi Uchiha and you'll be mine."
And not a word was lied, because a few months later Deidara found himself married to the cocky bastard. The only upside was that it was actually fun, but Deidara was not about to tell Itachi that.
The song here is more from Deidara’s POV if you listen to it, while I wrote the story from Itachi’s POV. As if the song is the story Deidara is telling him.
Pairing: Itachi x Deidara
Summary: Itachi is obsessed with the stories his new butler keeps telling him and wants to live them too.
Rating: K-rated
Warnings: They are only children here
Word count: 1170
Fanfiction / Archiveofourown
Song link: Thief
In walks his new personal butler. A boy that at first barely knew how he was supposed to behave, but it had been so interesting getting to know him. Hear the stories that were told with so much excitement. See the bright smiles as he reminisced back to moments that seemed so far away now. It was something Itachi had never experienced before. Longing back to times in the past, and somewhere he couldn’t fully understand either. It’s not like life before had actually been better for his butler. Living out on the streets and all. And yet Itachi loved hearing all the stories of this boy.
Itachi dressed in his sleeping attire sat up in the bed, waiting for his butler to bring the last cup of tea he would be drinking tonight. Darkness had already swept through the city, signalling it was time for bed. Candles were lit here and there to shower the room in dim lighting, but Deidara would blow them out soon. The lips of the boy never stood still when he was alone with Itachi. With others around Deidara did not have permission to speak and talk about his life, but as soon as he found out Itachi enjoyed it, the waves of words never stopped.
“Have you ever run down the cobbled streets? It feels weird under your feet and you need to be careful you don’t slip when they are wet. I once saw a horse slide down, taking the carriage with him. It was actually kind of sad, because he was hit with a stick to force him to get back up. But it really shows how careful you need to be. It’s better in the outskirts where there are no paved roads. They just have sand there, and it never gets slippery.”
There's so much more than you could know
“But I still do really like the city, even if the people aren’t really nice. Always kicking you away, because they say you smell. I never smelled myself,” the young butler continued. Itachi was still sitting up in bed, eyes following Deidara until he sat down in the little chair beside the bed. Dark eyes were wide with excitement, wondering what story would unfold this time. Itachi had heard them all many times before, but no matter how often Deidara told them, Itachi wanted to hear again. Feeling his heart beating heavily against his chest, made him feel alive, even if he had not witnessed any of those moments in person.
“I don’t think you smelled,” Itachi pitched in, receiving a sweet smile from the blond boy below.
With a shrug Deidara pretended it didn’t matter, his mind blocking the negative moments as much as it could. “I probably did smell, but it never bothered me. We didn’t have as many clothes as we have here now. But it didn’t matter then. We just avoided the rich people who said we smelled, because they were not interesting anyway. The best parts of the city are the high buildings. The church is so high, it touches the sky, and we would climb all the way to the top. The view is really amazing up there.”
So take me back
“Can you show me?”
Itachi should never have asked such an outrageous question, but Deidara instantly took him up on it. Dragging the heir out of bed, Deidara led him all the way out of the mansion, never bothering with changing attire. With bare feet they stomped their way down the long pathway. The darkness prevented from anyone seeing the two boys leaving the house, alarming no one that it may be unsafe for them out there.
By the time they finally reached the city, Itachi was freezing to the bone, but seeing the excited smile on Deidara’s face made it all the better. Knowing every step by memory Deidara guided them down the streets, explaining what everything was. “This bakery has the best bread. We often went here to steal a few loafs to take home to the families. One of my friends got caught one time and was beaten up badly.” Before the story could fully settle in, Deidara was already on the move to the next, pointing at a different shop. “The man that lives there is really nice. I don’t think he makes a lot of money with the stuff he sells, but he always gave as a coin whenever we stopped by.”
Feeling the mud between his toes and the cold wind rushing through his thin sleeping clothes, Itachi realised this city was not so marvellous at all. It was dirty and withering down, and yet Deidara loved it more than anything else. To him it held wealth and memories. Trying to see it with Deidara’s eyes, Itachi wanted to see the things the boy saw.
No we don't want to see the truth
With a yank Itachi was suddenly pulled along, walking down the cobble stones that were indeed not very comfortable. “It’s the church!” Deidara pointed out, his eyes shining in the light from the moon. With a hurry in his step they moved to the huge building, the tower so high Itachi could hardly see the top.
Sneaking inside through a window they climbed inside. A winding stairs up led them through small paths, sharp corners turned to make sure no sister was around to catch them. But eventually the burst through a door and the cold night’s air hit them in the face again.
With stars above them twinkling in the sky, the moon shining a soft white light over the city, Itachi could see the buildings stretch out until they ended in the fields up ahead. All around he could see the houses, the shops, the empty streets. The view was beautiful from the silent tower. But what struck Itachi as the most brilliant thing of all, was Deidara’s smile as he looked out over the city, his eyes focused on the small house at the very end he once lived in. Opening up his arms, Deidara welcomed the cold breeze as he embraced the clear night.
When the stars look down on me
What do they see?
For a moment everything was good. Itachi couldn’t picture himself anywhere but here, but of course it was too good to be true.
The door burst open as several men moved in, grabbing the two boys and holding them up, so they could no longer run away. Deidara fought their holds as best as he could, shouting that they needed to let go of him. Itachi’s name was mixed in there at times as he cried for help, but Itachi was raised to believe adults knew what they were doing. And for Itachi it ended up alright. Brought back to the mansion his family was happy he was safe again, but after that he never saw Deidara again. Though he was sure in a next life, they would meet again.
Golden leaves fall down from the trees, fluttering slowly in the wind as they descend down, hitting the ground in the softest ways. The seasons are changing again, summer saying goodbye, making place for the fall. There was always something magical about the fall. The way everything changed colour. Temperatures lowering while the earth got this warm glow over it, as if it didn’t want to welcome the winter just yet.
The thing Deidara loved the most was the way the leafs would crunch under his feet, breathing out their final goodbye as they crumbled under his weight. But today he wouldn’t go out and step on all the fallen leafs. Now he could only watch them from the window, see them fly down at a slow pace, and then lie forgotten on the ground until someone else would pass by. Little kids in small rain boots or an elderly couple that would go for a walk in the colourful garden.
Sounds filtered into the room as a door opened, letting the noises from outside fill their privacy, but no one entered. It was a simple check-up, and Deidara was happy no one came to see them. Being here with a friend was enough.
Glancing away from the window, Deidara turned his gaze on Kurotsuchi. The girl was all smiles, dressed in a short white dress that made her long legs stand out perfectly. Her short hair was slightly curled, giving her a more feminine look than she usually preferred. She really looked beautiful today and today was a special day. Big steps were going to be made. Goodbyes to old lives would occur, while wishing this new life would be better. Maybe he should’ve spoken up sooner, but the words never seemed to be able to leave his lips. The fall was just so breath taking, that it was hard to just accept it. Maybe it was better to stick to the life he knew, and wait for the leafs to turn gold.
A hand slides over his shoulder as Kurotsuchi finally comes up to him. Her lips are turned into a smile, her eyes shining with an emotion that makes Deidara’s heart swell a little. Slowly he stands up, using her hand as a guidance. The window is forgotten, together with the tree shedding his leafs outside, coating the earth in a golden hue.
“It’s time,” she murmurs, and all Deidara could do is nod in reply. The lump in his throat is far too big to swallow around, let alone speak. She really looks beautiful today.
The door from before is now opened again, this time Kurotsuchi’s delicate hand reaching for the handle. The sounds are gone now, the hallway void of people. Their shoes clack loudly against the tiled floors, signalling others that something is about to happen.
Turning a corner with Kurotsuchi on his arm, Deidara finally meets the big wooden doors. As soon as those doors open, life will never be the same again. This is what it all comes down to.
Doubts had been creeping up in the dead of night, breaking him down to his knees, unable to ever see the light. There were just so many things that could go wrong. And life had been good as it had been so far. This would be saying goodbye to a life that he didn’t really want to say goodbye to. Every moment had been summer, warm and bright, but welcoming the magic of the fall was still too much. What if this wouldn’t be as he had imagined?
This was like breaking up with himself, saying goodbye to himself, and letting someone take his place. But his old ways had been fine. Waiting for the colours to turn to gold, perhaps forever.
The doors creaked open, the wood heavy for the two men to push open. This sigh moved through the room as rows and rows of people turned around to face the door. See who would come in, as if they were still in high school, and they were the students that were ten minutes late. Though there was no judgemental look. He had not been late, had he?
Unable to really look up at the people, Deidara chose to turn towards Kurotsuchi. Have this final moment together where he could simply rely on her strength, her smile, her confidence. He had never needed it before, but today was different. Fall had reached her long ago.
Her fingers slid through his long blond tresses, easily moving to the very end of it. It had been carefully brushed and styled until it looked perfect, showing off two blue eyes instead of only one for a change. Dressed in a black suit with a turquoise shirt beneath and a black tie, he was dressed to the tens. Everything had been thought of, making sure this day would be perfect. Deidara still would not have a skirt that flowed behind him as he stepped forward, nor would his heels click as loudly as Kurotsuchi’s did as she walked away.
Deidara watched her leave. Walk all the way to the end of the path and then turn to the side, a big smile on her lips as she took place on the left, as his maid of honour. Another flutter moved through his stomach, eyes slowly sliding to the left. Lined up were three men in suit, face Deidara recognised all too well. The first was the best friend, dark blue hair styled up in spikes, sharp grin on his face as his black beady eyes moved from Deidara to the other. Beside him was the little brother, one who possibly cared more for the other than Deidara ever could, though in reality that wasn’t really true.
Could he really say goodbye to this life and move into the fall? Stop waiting on the colours to turn to gold?
Lastly there stood the one he would be abandoning everything for. The same black suit with the same black tie, but a dark red shirt beneath to finish it all off. His hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, eyes so dark beneath that they always seemed a mystery to Deidara. His heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. This was it. That moment where Deidara would have to let go of those distant memories. What did they all mean anyway? For years hadn’t it only been Itachi? Wasn’t Itachi everything he knew? When everything would come crashing down and wither away, Itachi would be the one there. Because it’s all Deidara really had.
I’m ready for the fall, I’m ready for everything that I believed in to drift away, Ready for the leaves, Ready for the colours to burn to gold and crumble away.
This really was the moment. The little push Deidara needed to understand and see that this was it. Music started playing, drifting over the carpet that was rolled out down the alley, creating a path for Deidara to walk on. It was slow and sweet, carefully ushering Deidara to take that first step. Lifting his foot he did just that, stepping onto the red carpet with a golden line on the side, giving it a fancy look. The rest of the room was dressed with red roses, the smell and their colour giving the room a warm taste to it.
Moving further Deidara kept an easy pace, trying his best to stay on the beat of the music. No one would walk him down the aisle, no one would give him away on this day. Because Deidara didn’t need to be given away. Deidara had never been owned by anyone. This was his moment to shine, and show that he could belong to someone. After this was all over, Deidara would belong to Itachi, and that would never change after that.
Everything was moving too slow. As the certainty came over Deidara, he just wanted to be there at the end, right next to Itachi. He was all Deidara ever needed. Memories flooded in as he trudged on, slapping him hard in the face. All the things they had been through. All the hard ships and the happy times. Not everything had been as bright as the summer. There had been those cold winter nights that had done nothing but freeze Deidara to the bone. Sometimes he had wanted to run. But to what? There was nothing better to even run to.
Itachi had been the one who had made Deidara see. Who had woken him up and shown what the world really was like. And Itachi had done it by giving it his all. Never had there been any doubt, no matter how hard Deidara had ever made it on him. Itachi was the one, simply the one.
With a rush of energy Deidara ran the last few steps, just to be there with Itachi. Standing next to him and show the world how proud he was to even be here. That it was he who would be marrying Itachi Uchiha, and that nothing in the world would change that anymore. This was it, and would forever be it.
Moving up the small stairs to get on the small platform, Deidara held his breath. His hand reached out, and instantly Itachi’s fingers met his. Their fingers laced together, Itachi’s hold tight on Deidara’s hand. Eyes locked and the whole room was forgotten. The pastor beside them, the best man behind them, the friends and family below them. They were not part of this. They could only witness this moment, the moment that made Deidara’s heartbeat rise.
Before anyone could start speaking and start this wedding, Deidara leaned forward and whispered to Itachi, “I’m ready for the fall.”
