Your obedience is mine

8. Itadei

Why Pain thought it wise to partner him and this walking lollipop was beyond him. The guy couldn't do anything right. Well, except annoying him. That skill was fully developed.

„Senpai! Wait up!", Tobi screamed as he raced after the blond. „I have short legs!"

„You definitely don't , un!"

„Ohh, senpai noticed my long long legs, didn't he?" Tobi snickered behind his mask. „What else did senpai notice?"

„That you're an useless idiot. Now fuck off, un!"

Deidara wouldn't say that he was pissed off. Not that it wasn't true. He just wouldn't say so. Being in the Akatsuki needed him to play it cool. Breath in. Breath out. Trying not to kill Tobi. Breath in. And out again. He was the epitome of calmness.

„Eh senpai, are you limping?"

In his defence, even a monk would have chosen violence. The following Katsu was kinda justified. Deidara contemplated whether Pain would believe him as he walked- not limped thank you very much- through the forest.

That idiot had run off again. Where to, Deidara didn't care. Deep inside he knew why he was so frustrated but he refused to even think about that bastard. Or of his stupid eyes. Or his fucking- yep not going there.

It's 2 bloody weeks ago as he was tortured by this Uchiha. Did his thoughts of that bastards name sound like a curse? Maybe. Was he petty about it. Hell no. He hadn't seen him since then. Definitely an improvement.

Yeah...

...un

With Tobi gone to who knows where, Deidara was left with his thoughts...and boredom...and slight arousal.

FROM THAT BANG! NOT THAT STUPID UCHIHA!

His cheeks heated as he thought about the innuendo. He didn't mean it like that. He did not. But now he was thinking about it.

The heat he was feeling was anger. Definitely. Same as the prickling feeling in his groin. Every fiber of his body was infuriated. That was completely normal.His dick just wanted to beat Itachi's face. Repeatedly.

Aaaand again, wrong place for wrong thoughts.

What was it with his head today? Maybe he should see a doctor for this. Or ask Hidan how he lives with major brain damage. But on second thought, how alive was that guy even? How fucked up was Akatsuki? He was by far the most normal and sane guy of them. And he had four mouths for fucks sake.

Deidara was distracted as a kunai flew by his cheek. He felt the sting as he jumped around barely fast enough to dodge the next weapon coming down on him. Cold dark eyes starred at him with disgust as the man i front of him pushed him back against a tree.

„Deidara of the Akatsuki. I'm here to get your head.", the ninja exclaimed. „ For what you did to my village. To my people. To my family and friends."

„Is this list going to be longer? I'm kinda bored already and I fear that I'll fall asleep if you continue, un"

„Die!" The ninja jumped onto Deidara and held another kunai to his neck. The skin broke easily under the hard steel and a few drops of blood coated the weapon.

„Any last words you murderer?"

„Yes, first I'm an artist. And second..." Deidara's cheeks puffed and his eys started to pop out. His whole being seemed to expand.

„Katsu!"

The clay clone exploded together with the foreign ninja and took half of the road off. The nearest trees fell and animals fled.

A insane laugh droned from somewhere to the left, as Deidara climbed out off the ground. His art always raised his mood. He climbed out of the ground and shook the dust off his coat.

„Geijutsu wa bakuhatsu da!" He threw his hands in the air and chuckled. „That's a real bang Itachi."

„Mediocre at best."

Deidara froze.

No

No,no,no,no, NO! He didn't say it out loud. The bastard wasn't there to witness it. He's still asleep and Sasori will angrily wake him up. Hell, he'll take that poison any time over...this.

He let out a sigh. Well as it seemed now was the time.

„I think I told you I would kill you the next time I see you, un."

„You did not"

„Well then, pretend I did, Fuckface." Deidara scowled and reached for his clay bag.

„I would very much prefer if you stopped doing that.", Itachi drawled, stepping closer to where Deidara stood.

The blonde grimaced in disgust as his hand-mouth spat out two centipedes. This time he would not fall for the enemy's genjutsu. This time he would win and Itachi would lie in the dirt in front of him and beg for forgiveness. The black-haired man would look gorgeous on his knees.

„You will pay for defeating me with that cursed Sharingan, un."

Itachi sighed softly as he approached Deidara.
„A fight would be useless."

„Why, because you're afraid, un?"

„Because you already lost."

And with that, the genjutsu dissolved. Deidara shivered as the forest vanished around him and he found himself on his bed. He stared wide-eyed at Itachi, who was leaning against the wall next to the bed with his arms crossed. Exactly where Deidara had been a fortnight ago... he shook his head angrily and jumped up, but his knees gave way so that he knelt in front of Itachi.

„Eager, are we?"

„Bastard, get the fuck away from me."

It was only now that Deidara remembered what had happened before the black-haired man had used the damned genjutsu.

As so often, Deidara had fled from Tobi's crap. Cursing loudly, he had run along the empty corridors before arriving at his room and letting the door slam shut behind him. He remembered some explosions.

A short gaze to the left confirmed his memory. Scorch marks were everywhere. Little enough to scream C1, many enough to scream Kakuzu will have my ass.

He hastily jumped up and glared at the Uchiha.

"Why are you here, un!"

"To correct your unruly behaviour."

"What!"

"You're going to be punished for avoiding me for a fortnight," Itachi said and grabbed Deidara's face. With two fingers, he took his chin and held it firmly.

"I don't have time for your games, un!" Deidara growled and pulled away from his grip.

"Neither do I, but three seconds is all I need." And with these words, the Sharingan began to spin.