Art is Fleeting, Un. (A Deidara Love Story ~IM IN NARUTO?!~)

Chapter Eighteen: Itachi VS Deidara

Itachi's P.O.V

I stormed over to Deidara's door and with every step I took, the angrier I got. How dare he make Sam'ika sad?! He didn't even spare her the light of day so she could explain what was going on! I kicked his door open, startling the said blonde only for him to give me a glare. I grabbed him from the collar of his shirt and punched him in the gut.

"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" I yelled. I threw him against the wall. He groaned, only to continue glaring, never uttering a word.

"I should say the same to you, un. I have no business with you, Uchiha." He mumbled, getting louder with each word he spoke.

"If you're gonna make Sam'ika cry" I yelled punching him. "IT IS MY DAMN BUSINESS!!!" He shoved me off and punched my stomach, throwing a bomb or two in the process. I dodged them with ease and drop kicked him, making him fly back.

"Why don't you go comfort her then? Stinking Uchiha, un, you can ha-!"

"SHE DOESN'T LOVE ME LIKE SHE LOVES YOU!!!"

This stopped the bomber, his eyes wide. "What un?"

"It was all a big misunderstanding you insolent little brat!! I'm her brother! She loves you but she is scared of rejection from you!!!" I punched him as hard as I could. Taking all my anger and hurt out on him for making her cry. "She was saying she only loved me as a brother and I told her that if you ever hurt her, I'd kick your worthless ass!!! She hugged me right when that fucking door flew open!! That's what you saw!!!" I growled picking him up by the collar of his shirt. "You better go apologize to her right now you brat. She doesn't deserve you if you always give her the cold shoulder." I snarled, throwing him out into the hall. "She will be in Kakashi's room. And word of advice. Your face is about to get bashed in."

Deidara nodded and stumbled out toward Kakashi's room. I growled lowly, worried deeply for the girl I cared about most in this world.

Kat's P.O.V

I held Sam'ika close, letting her cry into my shoulder. I will get Hidan later for this. But if I see that blonde, he's dead. I know this sounds wrong but better her be sad than angry...she goes through a complete character change...kinda scary...

I heard a faint knock on the door and a soft "Can I come in, un?"

"Fuck off, asshole."

I heard a small sigh and a groan. "I'm coming in anyway, yeah.." At that Sam'ika desperately looked for somewhere to hide but only succeeded in hiding in the closet just as the door opened, revealing a beat up Deidara.

'Huh looks like Itachi got him good...' I thought as I punched him in the face, then proceeded to back hand him.

"I deserved that..." Deidara mumbled, "but please just let me talk to Sam'ika...I need to tell her something...and I need to apologize, un. I've been a dick..."

"No she doesn't-"

"Kat.." I looked at Sam'ika who stood at the closet door, her eyes were a puffy red and I could tell she had been crying silently.

"Yes love?"

"Let me talk to him," her voice croaked then changed to something more sinister. She looked at Deidara with a glare, making him flinch. "I want to see what he has to say." Sam'ika practically growled."

"I'll stay if you want."

"No." She spoke lowly, glaring at him once more. "I need to talk to him alone."

'Shit her attitude has changed...poor guy...lets hope he's alive when I get back...ha probably not.'

Sam'ika's P.O.V

I glared at Deidara, sitting down and motioning him to sit. He sat down kinda shakily and had a concerned look. I snarled lowly. I hate being ignored or trampled on and he wasn't going to be a first.

"Sam'ika..."

"What?" I asked, lacing my words with venom.

He flinched looking at me then at the floor. "I'm sorry, un...Itachi told me why happened..." He uncertainly took my hand and I looked down at our hands. I wanted to wretch mine away but couldn't bring myself to do so.

"And I know I'm sorry can't apologize enough for how I acted but..." He squeezed my hand tightly. "Can I show you?" He asked, slowly leaning in and kissed my lips lightly.

I froze. I looked at him and melted into the kiss. This seemed to shock him yet he pulled me close fiercely, kissing with a passion I've never known. He licked my lip, asking for entrance. I accepted and our tongues fought for dominance. He tasted of strawberries and clay which made me lose dominance and he won me over. After a few minutes we parted gasping for air. He looked at me with his blue eyes, asking, pleading.

I looked at him and pulled him close, burying my face in the crook of his neck, his silky, blonde hair shifting, tangling my fingers in it. He held on to me tightly.

"Apology accepted."

His next words, smooth like a flowing river was husky, like he was controlling himself not to cry, took my breath away and made my heart dance.

"W-will you be m-mine, un?"

I kissed him, channelling my emotions into the kiss, hoping he knew my answer was yes.

"Does that answer your question?"

He smiled that beautiful, stunning smile. "Yes, un." He held me tight, and never once did he leave my side that night.