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Glue between the Cracks	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 4117 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: I know this is not as long as the previous ones, but I wanted to give you guys something after the long wait and I felt like this would be a good place to end the chapter at. That and this will allow me some time to consider which scenes I want to put in the next chapter ^^; I hope you guys can forgive me for this short chapter *sweatdrops*
Warnings: First date basically
I hope you'll enjoy this chapter (despite its shortness)
Chapter 10
"Students these days seem a lot ruder than I remember us being, un," Deidara sighed as they weaved their way through the evening crowd.
Deidara had managed to find a parking spot after driving three times around the block and even though it had been a tight fit, the blond had managed to park his car without any trouble. He was now leading Itachi to the mysterious place where their first date would take place.
He'd started talking about his students and how some of them acted so annoying he wanted to throw them out of the window sometimes.
Itachi raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you the one who started a fire in the chemistry lab just to prove that you could put it out in order to convince sensei that we were ready for more complicated experiments?"
Deidara waved his hand haphazardly around, appearing completely unashamed about it still even years later. "Look, we all agreed back then that sensei was babying us too much. I just did what anyone else would have done."
"Pretty sure nobody else thought that setting fire in the classroom would be a good way to change sensei's mind," Itachi remarked, but the Omega ignored him.
"And it worked, didn't it?" Deidara went on. "He finally gave in and gave us more interesting experiments."
"Didn't he also give you three weeks of detention?"
"Details, details. That's in the past anyway, no need to bring that up again, un," Deidara was quick to say, making Itachi chuckle.
"And you? Do you give interesting experiments to your students now?"
Deidara puffed out his cheeks, deftly avoiding a businessman hurrying down the street. "Whenever I can get away with it at least. I have to follow the schedule the previous sensei set up," he sighed, sounding incredibly put out about that. Then he perked up and grinned, his thumbs hooked behind his pockets. "But the principal said that I'll be allowed to make changes to the lesson plans in two years once I've got more experience teaching, un."
"They're going to need to make the classroom explosion proof," Itachi said dryly, smirking lightly when Deidara slapped his shoulder.
"I'd almost forgotten what a dick you can be about my art, un," he huffed. "Still no appreciation for it whatsoever, I see."
"Making things explode isn't art, Deidara," Itachi recited the decade's old argument he'd been using ever since Deidara had introduced him to his particular form of art.
Itachi's father definitely hadn't been impressed about this art form when it had caused their shed to nearly become obliterated when the project had exploded. In the end, fortunately, the only real causality had been the lawnmower and mother had commented that they had needed a replacement anyway.
He nearly saw double when a finger was suddenly pointed very closely at his face and blue eyes stared at him accusingly. "I'll get you to appreciate my art one day if it's the last thing I'll do, un," Deidara said threateningly.
"Good luck with that," Itachi smirked.
"Eugh, you're so – oh, here we are!" His annoyance quickly made way for excitement as he came to an abrupt halt, pulling at Itachi's sleeve to make him stop as well.
When Itachi looked at the place they were standing in front of, he noted surprised that it turned out to be a traditional Japanese café.
Deidara watched him look; his cheeks a faint pink as he stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets. "I know you used to love visiting these traditional cafés because you're an old man at heart," he said teasingly and bit his lip," so I thought this might be a good place for our first date. Unless you completely lost your interest in this sort of place, then we can go elsewhere, no problem, un."
"Appreciating traditional cafés does not make one old," Itachi chided him lightly, but smiled. "But yes, I still love visiting these. If I had known there's one here, I would have stopped by sooner."
Deidara smiled, relief audible in his voice as he replied, opening the door, "Well, I'm glad you didn't, un. Would have ruined my plans for this date."
An elderly man behind the counter, dressed in a pure white shirt and black trousers, greeted them with a faint smile and a polite nod. After they had sat down in a secluded corner and had given through their orders, Itachi looked at Deidara, who was gazing at the myriad of multicoloured cups behind the counter in fascination.
"How did you find this place?" he asked curiously, inhaling the familiar, heavy roast scent of coffee lingering in the air.
There was only one other person present in the café aside from them and the owner; a salaryman who looked close to nodding off as he read the newspaper on the other end of the café, near one of the windows.
"Hm?" Deidara looked away from the cups, back at him. Rubbing the back of his neck, he admitted, "When I came up with the idea, I searched online whether there was a place nearby. Luckily for me there was one. I figured that something familiar like this would work out best for our date. I know this situation isn't exactly a normal one, un," he added embarrassed.
Itachi shrugged. "I'm not going to lie: I never envisioned myself trying out a triad relationship, but then again, I never thought I would spend so many years away from my brother either," he said wryly.
Supporting his head on his fist, Deidara asked curiously, "Does Sasuke-kun know about this? I mean, you wanting to try out dating both Sasori and me."
"I told him about it, yeah," he replied. "Didn't really see the point in keeping it a secret when he would find out anyway if this continues. I decided to stop keeping secrets when I came back."
After all he was trying to rebuild his relationship with his brother; difficult to do that if he still remained secretive about an important part of his life.
"How did he react?" Deidara asked, a light furrow creasing his forehead. "I've visited them this week and he didn't say anything about it."
"I doubt he will. Sasuke's never been the type to stick his nose in other people's business," Itachi said and shrugged. "He reacted well. Just told me I should do what makes me happy."
"I'm glad he's being so supportive about this," Deidara smiled. "I know this isn't exactly a normal situation for anyone involved." His cheeks coloured a ruddy red.
"Perhaps not," Itachi conceded calmly. "But I'm still willing to try this out."
Deidara's smile bordered on shy when he replied, "I'm glad that you're willing to give this a chance."
Once their orders were put in front of them – both of them had ordered tea, though Deidara's came in a soft blue cup which matched his scarf while Itachi's had been poured into a dark red one to match his sweater – and they were told their pastries would arrive soon, Deidara grinned and asked, "So, tell me, what have you been up to since I last saw you?"
The serenity of the café and Deidara's easy companionship made it easy to forget he'd been nervous for this date. Deidara had always been more talkative than he had been and so it was mostly him leading the conversation.
Itachi didn't mind. He had always enjoyed listening to the blond Omega talk, because he was so expressive about it. His facial expressions, his hands, his whole body – he used them all to animate whatever he was saying at the moment. He was glad Deidara hadn't changed that much since he'd left him eight years ago. His eyes still shone brightly whenever he talked about his art, his grin was just as wide as it used to be when he talked about the pranks he'd been secretly pulling on his colleagues.
They might be older now, but the essence of him was still the same and that made Itachi happy to realise.
Deidara was just asking him about the places he'd visited during his time in the underworld – "Did you ever leave the country or could you find them all here?" – when the owner appeared next to their table with an apologetic look on his face.
"I apologise but we're going to close in five minutes."
"It's that late already?" Deidara asked startled, checking his watch.
Itachi checked his as well and noticed surprised that it was already nearly seven thirty. He hadn't even realised they'd been sitting here for a bit more than two hours already.
"I hadn't realised it's this late already, un," Deidara apologised, smiling a tad embarrassed.
The elderly man waved his apology away with a smile. "Nothing to apologise about. It's nice to see young people still enjoying this café's atmosphere." His dark brown eyes twinkled. "You're welcome back any time."
"We definitely will," Itachi smiled.
Now that he knew of this place, he would definitely return, alone or with others. Perhaps he could invite Sasuke and Naruto to join him. Sasuke had enjoyed accompanying him at the café in their former hometown when he'd been a kid still.
And perhaps, he chanced a glance at Deidara who was humming to himself whilst wrapping his scarf back around his neck, he could come here with Deidara again.
Stars dotted the night sky when they walked out of the café; the street looking rather deserted now. There were still people walking around, going home or somewhere else, but the major rush of earlier this evening seemed to have passed. It had stopped snowing for the moment; a thin blanket of white covering the footpath from view. Several footsteps were printed in it, mixing with others.
They walked back to Deidara's car in companionable silence, passing a group of giggling students, who didn't seem bothered by the cold weather at all even though they all wore short skirts.
The radio was playing some pop song but it was set at a low volume, so the obnoxiously cheerful beat didn't bother him. They talked about whatever popped up into their heads as Deidara drove him back to his apartment, joining the long stream of cars on the road.
As luck would have it, he managed to park right in front of the apartment building, a car just having left the spot. He killed the engine and turned around in his seat to face Itachi; his blond hair catching the light of the streetlamp next to the car.
"I hope you enjoyed tonight; I definitely did, un," he smiled, all at once reverting back to being nervous.
"I didn't expect the traditional café, but I liked our time there," Itachi said, not missing how Deidara's shoulders slumped with relief. "You were worried I wouldn't enjoy it?"
"Of course I was, un," Deidara huffed, running his fingers quickly through his ponytail. "I knew this would either be a great idea or a stupid one and who doesn't want the first date to go well?"
"You know I would have liked whatever you had planned, right?" Itachi raised an eyebrow. "I didn't have certain expectations of this."
Blue eyes squinted at him. "I'm not sure whether that's supposed to be reassuring me or not. You should have expectations of a first date, you idiot."
He smiled. "Well, I expected that it would go well and it went even better than that, how's that?"
"Now you're just humouring me, bastard," Deidara complained, but his eyes were glittering and there was a smile playing around his lips, proving he wasn't even annoyed.
They gazed at each other for a while, heedless of the slow ticking of the motor as it cooled off. A car driving past made Deidara stir, his smile turning a bit shy.
"Are you going to kiss me?" he murmured, leaning forwards slightly. His eyes darkened slightly, his eyelids lowering a tad.
"Do you want me to kiss you?" Itachi questioned, unable to keep his eyes from quickly flitting down to Deidara's mouth.
A tongue peeked out to quickly wet soft looking lips. "Only if you want to," Deidara answered; his voice so quiet it was barely audible.
God, did he want to. He'd been wanting to kiss him ever since he'd seen him standing there in Sasuke's and Naruto's apartment. If he had to be honest, he'd been wanting to kiss him ever since he had been forced to leave him, eight years ago.
He couldn't say who moved first, whether it was him leaning over or Deidara crossing the distance between them over the gear stick. All he knew soon was the sensation of a soft mouth pressing against his own, pliant and sweet, and parting easily against his. It was a hand resting on his thigh and Deidara's enticing scent surrounding him, making his mind hazy.
A car seat – his or Deidara's, what did it matter? – groaned quietly when one of them moved closer to the other; their kiss growing a bit more urgent, just the slightest hint deeper.
The way Deidara tasted, how he felt, how he moved underneath him … It was a heady feeling, one he could easily drown in and overwhelm him, make him forget everything he knew, and it was with a lot of regret that he pulled back when the need for air became too hard to ignore.
Deidara's pupils were blown when he stared at him, his chest heaving up and down as he panted softly, and it took every last bit of restraint that he had in him to pull back instead of kissing him again and again.
"I'll see you soon?" Deidara asked breathlessly; his cheeks glowing pink.
Itachi allowed himself one more quick kiss, tasting Deidara's smile on his lips. "Yes, I'll see you soon," he promised and then forced himself to get out of the car, before he could do something stupid like trying to take it a bit too far already.
Deidara deserved more than just a quickie in the back of his car. His alluring scent was heavy in the car, though, filling up every last bit of space it seemed, and Itachi knew he had to get out now before he would become too distracted by the scent.
Deidara waited until he had opened the door to his apartment building before he drove away and Itachi stood there for a moment, watching the taillights disappear around the corner. Only now did he notice it had started snowing again; big snowflakes whirling gently down.
He sighed softly, his breath leaving him in a thin white cloud. Shaking his head to clear it, he stepped inside and walked the couple of flights up to his floor, needing the short exercise to get his mind off Deidara's scent and taste.
It was no use, though; his lips still seemed to tingle from the kiss when he unlocked the door to his apartment, flicking on the light.
He locked the door behind him again and while he removed his shoes, exchanging them for his slippers, he checked his phone out of habit, blinking when he saw he had one unread message left, sent half an hour ago.
Otouto 07.54 p.m.
Hope your date's going well
Itachi smiled; the warmth in the pit of his belly a sharp contrast to the cold wind whistling outside.
Me 08.33 p.m.
It went really well
Sasuke was quick to reply; he must have had his phone nearby.
Otouto 08.35 p.m.
I'm happy for you, nii-san
Yeah, he was happy for himself too.
AN2: Like I said, not long, but I felt this was a good moment to end the chapter on. Also for those who don't know: one of Itachi's hobbies in canon was visiting traditional Japanese cafés :)
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I hope to see you all back in the next chapter! Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!
Cuddles
Melissa
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