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Is This What You Wanted?	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 2286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Is This What You Wanted?
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Sorry about the unexpected drop; this was one of the fics that I couldn’t work on due to depression worsening. Here’s the next chapter.
The next therapy session Itachi had since his parents’ death was just a week later. He was so exhausted from everything that had happened in his life, he didn’t even have the energy to fear going back.
Pein and Konan – as Uchiha’s therapist – had been notified by the police about the deaths and had organised to pick him up from his house, not wanting to add further stress by making it difficult for him to take care of himself.
Pein was the one to drive Itachi to their destination, knowing Konan’s connection to the young man. They were silent as they drove, the ginger-haired male not forcing the other to speak, knowing that he was distressed.
Itachi’s thoughts were mostly on his parents, grieving for his mother and a deep remorse in that, no matter what he did, he could never make his father happy. All he had wanted was recognition from the man, approval even if it were only for one tiny thing. All he had ever known from Fugaku was hatred, the feeling of not being wanted – disowned.
But with Mikoto, it was different. She had accepted her son for who he was, always tried her best to support him in everything he did and had never once been disappointed with him.
“We’re here, Itachi.”
Pein’s soft voice snapped Itachi out of his thoughts, a gentle hand coming to rest on his shoulder. Uchiha lifted his head, half-lidded dark eyes meeting grey ones, a deep agony the pierced male would never understand conveying the other’s thoughts.
Without a word, the raven-haired male opened the car door and got out, forcing his feet to move despite just wanting to curl up and die. The only thing that was giving him the strength to do this knew that it would be what his mother would have wanted for him. He missed Mikoto so much, would do anything to bring her back.
The pain Itachi was experiencing only became worse the closer he got to his session room. He felt like his head was going to explode, his heart was going to burst, like his very existence wanted to cry and scream and beg for help – God, help him – someone – anyone!
The blond male Itachi remembered as Deidara approached them, a gentle expression on his face. He reached out to touch the taller male and, when said man recoiled at the action, didn’t falter in the least.
“Hey, Itachi. ...Un.” Deidara’s lips curled into a smile, pulling his hand back to himself. “I heard about what happened.”
Itachi just nodded, keeping his head down low as he moved to take a seat, his legs feeling like jelly, unable to support his weight.
Deidara couldn’t help but observe the older male at this. He could see that the other had lost weight, his usually baggy clothes baggier than ever, his face as pale as death, dark bags under his eyes that emphasised his stress, making him look older than he really was.
Throughout the entire therapy session, the blond couldn’t help but watch Uchiha, noticing the way the raven didn’t speak once let alone acknowledge the others; he just kept his eyes closed, his body as still as a statue.
Before Itachi had a chance to leave once Pein had declared the session over, Deidara approached him, sitting beside him.
“Hey, Itachi,” Deidara started, knowing that said male was still living in the house his parents had died in. “Want to come stay with me for a while? My apartment is only small, but there’s plenty of room for you, yeah.”
Itachi just shrugged, his eyes still closed. He had heard what the other had said, but the offer was honestly frightening; what if Deidara wasn’t as nice as he seemed? What if he was another Fugaku in disguise? What if... he just couldn’t cope away from his own home?
Deidara thought nothing about the silence and instead grabbed the older male’s arm, pulling him to his feet. He tried not to think about how skinny the limb felt in his hold, as if what he had just grabbed was nothing but a bone wrapped tightly in skin.
“C’mon, hmm.” Deidara pulled the other behind him, surprised that the other was coming along so quietly; he had almost expected a fight of resistance.
Itachi stayed silent, allowing himself to be pulled along. He kept his head down, wanting just once in his life to be able to trust someone – maybe... this blond was the person he could trust?
The raven could only hope he was right.
~~Deidara’s apartment~~
To say that Itachi was surprised by the cleanly state of Deidara’s apartment was an understatement; he had gotten the impression – though, he would admit, didn’t remember why – that the blond would live in a mess.
The floor was free of any mess, looking as if it had recently been vacuumed, the shelves along the main room were free of dust, and the adjoining kitchen was tidy with no signs of dirty dishes on the bench. Even the dining table was clean, tucked away in a corner of the kitchen.
The main room consisted of a couch pushed against the wall, a small TV sitting by the window on the opposite side of the room, and a bookshelf beside it that seemed to be filled with various designs made from clay.
“What do you think?” Deidara asked, moving past his guest in order to pour a drink for Itachi. “It’s not much.”
Itachi offered a weak smile, reassured by the simplicity of the place. It was a welcome change from the rich surroundings he had grown up in. “...”
Deidara nodded in understanding. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He returned from the kitchen with two glasses of water in hand, a calm demeanour surrounding his being. He handed one to his friend before he led the taller male over to the couch, gesturing for him to sit.
Itachi couldn’t help but blush slightly as he sat on the soft black material, not having been at a friend’s house in years. He felt awkward, all the general knowledge of what to do at others’ houses that most people took for granted unknown to him.
“Thank you.” Itachi’s voice was soft, a hint of fear in it. “I appreciate it.”
Deidara sat next to him, reaching out onto the coffee table in front of them for the TV remote. He switched it on and flicked through the channels before he left it on a program about art. Itachi was quiet, not voicing any thoughts about this; he was content just being near the younger.
The blond was so absorbed in his show that he didn’t even realise, just fifteen minutes later, the raven’s head had dropped onto his shoulder, the slighter male fast asleep.
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