"What?" [Name] peers at Deidara, albeit horrified at what he said. She hears him, loud and clear, but the shock doesn't leave her body.
"You are my muse, [Name]! The love of my life," Deidara declares, his heart pouring out to her. He feels hysteric, but his overall demeanor is calm. "I love you. There hasn't been a day that went by that I haven't thought about you. It crushed me when I left."
"Deidara... I don't know what to say..." She trails off, looking towards her kitchen. She listens for Itachi, hearing how the knife hits the cutting board harder and harder with each slice.
She breathes and looks to Deidara, who hurriedly gets on his knees in front of her. Her eyes grow wide, irises warning him not to go through with this.
"You don't have to say anything, babe. I love you, and...and that's all there is to it! Wherever you want to go, I'll follow. If you want to return to Iwa with me, then sure, or if you want to stay here, we'll make this our home. [Name]..."
[Name] hears the cutting stop. She breathes in and then out, staring right into Deidara's eyes. Itachi looms from behind her. She can feel his presence and seizes up.
"Leave," is all he says, low and threatening. [Name] watches Deidara glare, his gaze pointing behind her.
"Oh, piss off!" Deidara yells, standing to his full height. He straightens his back and puffs his chest unconsciously to seem larger. "Who are you to tell me to do anything! So...Fuck you! You're here mooching off of [Name] and taking advantage of her fucking kindness!"
Itachi pushes [Name] behind him. It's then that she sees him brandishing a knife close to his side. Fear strikes her soul. With Deidara speaking to Itachi now, staring him down with such hate, Itachi can easily swing at him. "Leave, now, Deidara."
"Or what?! What're you going to do?!"
Itachi doesn't take his deadly stare off Deidara, whose wavering glare finds the floor. His hands are shaking. His chest reverberates with the pounding of his heart. Something is off about Itachi, and Deidara knows it. It's not like the man is staring at him, but through him, like he's an object like he's nothing but air. A chilling, pallid gaze.
Itachi's fingers twitch around the knife. Swiftly, he raises it in a downward swing, like out of a movie. Deidara seizes up.
[Name] jumps and clutches Itachi's arm. She uses her body weight to pull it back down. "Hey, hey!"
Deidara bucks up again---the bravery is a facade. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
"Stop it!" [Name] wrenches the knife from Itachi's hand, slicing herself in the process. If someone is to get hurt, it will be herself. "Both of you quit it!"
Blood drips to the floor at her newfound cut. She breathes heavily, trying to get her racing brain a chance to comprehend what's happening. She throws the knife to the ground, and it skitters beneath the kitchen counters.
"[Name]..." Deidara says, pointing to her bleeding hand.
"You're bleeding," Itachi finishes his sentence, reaching for her arm. [Name] pulls away from him, boiling with anger.
"No! Stop! Both of you." Tears well up in her eyes, for she doesn't know what would have happened if she didn't stop Itachi. "Deidara, you... You're so stupid!"
She begins to cry. "I don't know why you said that stuff! I really don't! And you!" She points to Itachi. Breathing erratically, she screams, "Don't ever tell someone to leave from my house! You do not control anything in my house!"
For once, [Name] senses Itachi's glare upon her, and he looks at her like she's a piece of meat. Not the love and adoration he's been showing her all these weeks, but animosity and disdain. However, it's gone in an instant as he glances away from her.
"Sorry." He gives his curt, unsympathetic apology, moving back to the kitchen as if he wasn't just about to stab Deidara. He bumps her shoulder on the way in, albeit accidentally; he doesn't apologize for it. This action, his apathy, builds fury in her.
With her bleeding, [Name] grips the hem of Itachi's shirt once she marches up to him. The drops of blood stain the cotton.
"Itachi." He turns to her. His eyes hold nothing. Emptiness behind those black irises like the darkness of the unknown abyss. "Get out."
"What?" Itachi's eyes finally show emotion, and it's not the one she hoped for. Instead of shock or pain, there's something malicious glinting in those black irises. "[Name], all I have is you!"
"Get out!" [Name] turns to Deidara, wiping the wetness from her face. "You too! Both of you! Out!"
Deidara shakes his head in disbelief. "But, [Name]! I love---"
"No! Stop...saying that. Please." She covers her face with her arm. Softly, she blubbers, "I can't take it."
The two men say nothing more after seeing her sobbing and nose dribbling.
All [Name] hears is the shuffling of feet and the scent of colognes wafting past her. The front door opens and then softly shuts.
When she feels nothing but the desolate air around her, she drops her arm. She blinks away the tears that blind her sight, and she sulks to the kitchen. She runs cold water on her cut, watching the blood swirl down the drain along with the water. As she rips a paper towel from the roll, she wraps her wound in it as a temporary bandaid.
[Name] wells up with even more emotion. The regret of kicking them both to the curb hits instantly. They were driving her crazy, but she adores both of them in some sort of way. But deep down, she knew they couldn't be in the same room without bickering, without fighting over her---like she's a prize to be won.
Again, [Name] wipes her tears and sniffs. She bends to her knees to look for the knife that skittered away. It isn't on the counters. It isn't on the floor either.
It's gone.
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A/N: Allergies STILL kicking my ass fr.
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Defective .:Yandere!Itachi x Fem!Reader:. AU
Fanfiction[Name] is such a lonely person, desperate for a relationship. She has no siblings, she moved away from her parents, and not to mention she dropped out of school. She feels like a failure, yet no one is there to tell her she's trying her best. Finall...
