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I Miss You?	By : Hushnet Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Itachi, are you busy un?" The noise on the other end of the phone was far too loud to have heard what he was saying, but Deidara knew instantly that Itachi was at a club.
"Uh… a little… are you okay Deidara?" Deidara wiped the side of his face with his sleeve. He was sitting at home after another argument with Sasori, again. He hadn't called Itachi in a long time for any reason.
"I'm fine un." He knew that the fact he had called randomly would seem strange to Itachi, considering they hadn't talked in so long. At the moment, he just wanted to hear the sound of the other man's voice.
"Do you need me to come get you?" Itachi sounded too drunk to drive; and Deidara wasn't going to make him come over and ruin his fun just because he was upset and wanted to see him.
"No un… I wanted to see how you were doing, but it sounds like you're busy un." The sound of girlish squealing laughter made Deidara pull the phone away from his ear and glare at it.
"I should let you go un. I'll talk to you later." Deidara waited for the laughter on the other end to subside before expecting an answer.
"I'm sorry Deidara; I'll talk to you later tonight. Will you be awake?" Deidara stared at the closed bedroom door behind him. Since he'd be on the couch again tonight anyways, he was sure he'd be awake for the rest of the night.
"Yeah un, I'll be awake." Itachi coughed on the other end and Deidara instantly hung up. 'What am I doing un…?' He wouldn't be expecting another call tonight from his favourite raven. He knew that when Itachi went clubbing it was 'party-till-you-drop'. He would be passed out by three in the morning, forgetting the blonde had ever called. Deidara glanced at the wall clock, twelve thirty. Work in six hours, this was turning out to be a great night. But nights like this weren't uncommon, minus calling Itachi, that part was new.
Sasori had been incessantly angry towards him lately; Deidara just didn't know what to do anymore. At first it had been Sasori that chose to sleep on the couch, but lately it was Deidara that got the short end of the stick.
"This is what I get for agreeing to a one-bedroom apartment un." He tossed the phone into the couch and plopped down after it. This was a very bad idea, it had been so long since he had seen or spoken to Itachi, was it fair to just shove himself back into the other's life? Deidara sighed; maybe this was all because Sasori had been such an ass lately. Ever since he'd gone out two Fridays ago, it was like Sasori couldn't trust him anymore.
Deidara sat up from the couch and looked around the small apartment. There had to be something he could do until he had to go to work. Sleep just wasn't an option at the moment. Finally staring at his abandoned art project on the table, he sighed heavily and went to the kitchen to get a bowl of water to wet the clay.
"Fucking thing should be finished already anyways."
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Itachi stared down at Konan blankly. Not two seconds before this had she been laughing hysterically, now she was curled up on Itachi's lap, bottom lip quivering and hands gripping her phone tightly.
"W-why won't he text me baaaack?" Itachi tried to sympathize with her but just couldn't, his lack of care couldn't be expressed any more than his current facial expression.
"Perhaps he's busy? It is almost one in the morning Konan…" The blues streaks in her black hair waved as she shook her head violently, her large breasts moving as she shook. Guys were beginning to stare,
"No, he always answers meeeee. WHAT IF THERE'S ANOTHER GIRL?" With new found energy Konan jumped up and flipped her phone open. Itachi waited for a train wreck to unfold before him. He glanced at his own phone and thought about Deidara, what had made him call so randomly?
"Ohhh Nagatooo, it's Ko-chaaaan! … I DON'T FUCKING CARE HOW LATE IT IS! Pain you mother fucker you better not be cheatin on me!" Sighing, the Uchiha got up from the couch booth and strode past the raging Konan to the bar, ignoring two strippers that tried to follow him. He was already fairly drunk, but he could use just one more. He waved away the two girls following him with an irritating glare. One more beer and he should be good to go home with Konan in tow, if he could get her to leave the club. A glass in-hand, Itachi leaned with his back against the bar and scrolled to the texting function on his blackberry.
'Hey Deidara, try and get some sleep. Whatever you're upset about will be over with in the morning, I'm sure. Text me later.' He sent the message and locked the phone again. He took one long swig of his beer and decided that this definatly had to be the last one, he couldn't taste the beer anymore.
"Itachiiiii! He hung up on meee!" Konan slumped into a bar stool and handed her phone to Itachi. Taking it, he slid it into his pocket and watched Konan's head fall onto the bar. She'd object to leaving, but there was no way he could responsibly allow her to drink any more.
"Ko-chan, you're engaged to him; I doubt he's cheating on you. I also don't think he wants to find out you're an over-reactive drunk two weeks before your wedding." Gray eyes glazed over with fresh tears as she grabbed Itachi's arm and tried to shake him.
"I am not an over reactive druuuuuunk!" His blackberry buzzes on the counter and he fails to grab it before Konan takes it and unlocks it. With a gasp and a smirk, she hands me the phone and reaches out for hers.
"I didn't realize you two were talking again Itachi-kun." Itachi shrugs and hands her the phone back.
"He called me earlier, I don't know why." There was a chair thrown not far behind Konan, and it was decided that it was time to go.
"I'm driving Itachiiiii-kun!" Konan slid from the passenger side to the driver's side of his black BMW and smiled when he glared at her.
"Ko-chan, I love you, but get in the back. You're going to get us killed." He shouldn't very well be driving either, but he would be able to get them home better than she could. Without a word she slipped into the back seat and continued smiling as he got behind the wheel.
"What are you going to do now that he's talking to you again?" Itachi glanced at the blank screen of the blackberry and snorted.
"Fuck knows."
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"Deidara did you stay up all night working on that?" Sasori leaned on the back of Deidara's chair and rested his head on the blonde's. Deidara didn't answer him, just finished detailing the fur on the right paw, tossed the fine clay tool into the bowl of water and slumped back into the chair. Sasori wrapped his arms around the younger's neck and nuzzled into his neck.
"It looks great Deidara." The fox stood fifteen inches tall and twenty five inches long, making it one of the larger animal sculptures he had done for this exhibit. There was no time to paint it, but unless it was accepted to be a permanent part of the exhibit it would be destroyed anyways. Deidara refused to answer Sasori, and he shrugged the embrace off, standing for the first time in hours. Sasori was obviously trying to make it better, but Deidara just couldn't find it in him to care.
"Dei, I am sorry about last night, I didn't mean to yell." Sasori brushes his messy red hair with one hand and continues to stare at the fox sculpture.
"You never mean to yell un. You do anyways." Sasori tries to ignore the hurt in Deidara's face. Sasori reached into his back pocket and pulled out Deidara's phone, which he had left on the couch last night.
"You left this on the couch." Deidara pulled the top part of his hair into a pony tail and grabbed at the phone with one hand. He knew Sasori had gone through it.
"See anything you didn't like in it un?" Sasori smirked but it was forced. Turning away from the blonde, the Akasuna trudged into the kitchen and began making himself some coffee.
"Well Itachi seemed fairly worried about you." Deidara shuffled through the messages to the one he had sent back to Itachi last night. 'I'm fine un, ignore the fact that I called.'
"I didn't know who else to talk to un." Sasori's hazel eyes rested on the blonde, his hands calmly resting on the counter. Deidara finally held Sasori's stare, challenging him to defend himself. The blonde was getting tired of being in useless relationships. This one had turned out no different than any other one.
"Deidara you can talk to me, I know I yell, and I know we fight. But I still love you." Sasori only looked away to press the 'Start' button on the coffee maker and stood up straight. "Don't think that Itachi can solve your problems, you know that'll only start shit again." Deidara shrugged and turned away from his supposed lover.
"I don't know if I care enough not to start shit un…"
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