𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 //𝑰𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒊//

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

A/N Guess who just crawled out of writers block
We made our way through the exit and I felt a rush of exhilaration along with the cool nights air. There was already a car out front. Painted black with windows darker than hangover shades, it looked all too similar to the one that I was brought here in.

I shuddered. "Why the hell do you people have to be so fucking sketchy all the the time, un?" I complained, opening the car door and sitting shotgun next to Itachi. "Like, would it kill you to get a punch buggy or something?

"Maybe." He shrugged.

The car ride was mostly serene. Street lights and store windows gave dappled lighting to the car as we drove past. I imagined what my life would be like if I'd never dropped out of school or joined the clubs. The example I'd set for Naruto was poor at best.

All of this thinking had put me in a shitty mood, so I did what any responsible adult would do, and turned on the radio. I flipped through the channels until I found a song that I liked and turned up the volume.

"What are you doing?" Itachi asked, momentarily taking his eyes off the road to glance at me.

"Boosting moral." I answered.

You Need To Calm Down, by Taylor Swift came on, and it was against everything I stood for not to burst out into song. And sing I did. At full volume.

"You're being ridiculous." He sighed.

"And you have tree up your ass."

Eventually, we neared our destination and Itachi had to turn off the radio (despite my various protests), before the car pulled up to a marina parking lot.

Itachi unlocked the gate and we made our way down the dock. I watched as his demeanour shifted from laid back to the more professional coldness that he was known for. We passed all sorts of sea vessels as we walked. From fancy looking yachts to sport boats and sail boats, I couldn't help but wonder which one would take me to god knows where.

Further along the dock, there was two figures standing beside one of the larger sized yachts. They saw us approaching and waved us over. As we got closer I was able to distinguish more and more of their features. The taller one had spiked blue colored hair, while the second had short red locks that looked familiar somehow.

The memory hit me like a freight train. The height, the hair, everything clicked. I ran slightly ahead of Itachi just so I could look that fucker in the face.

"HEY! You're the little shit who tranquilized me!"

His blue haired friend looked slightly confused, while the redhead only showed annoyance.

"Sasori. Do you know this guy?" Asked the taller male, revealing sharp pointed teeth as he spoke.

"Unfortunately." He sighed.

So his name was Sasori. I should've known that nothing about this job would be easy. Itachi had caught up to me now, and I was embarrassed to realize that I had just announced to the world that I had been taken down by the short stack in front of me.

"You're late Itachi. Who's your friend?" Sasori asked

Itachi looked down at me. "His name is Deidara and he'll be working with us from now on. Although... It appears you may have already met."

"Unfortunately." I replied, in a mocking imitation of Sasori's voice.

Itachi and I boarded the boat, which I later learned was owned by Kisame (the blue haired man). And heck, I even stopped glaring at Sasori long enough to help Kisame and Itachi with the launch.

"Whenever you're done sulking, your cabin is the first on the left. Everything you'll need should be in there."

"I wasn't sulking! And besides, it's not my fault you guys'll let anyone in here, un."

He scoffed. "If anything, you're the inadequate one."

Betrayal. I slumped over dramatically and placed the back of my hand on my forehead. "Et tu, Brute?"

Itachi just rolled his eyes. Now I was sulking. I slumped back below deck to my cabin. It was a cramped, shabby room, with the feng shiu of a jail cell. But hey, at least the door wasn't locked.

When Itachi said: "Everything I'd need." He really meant: a spare change of clothes and a couple of... Well, I suppose they were C4 explosives, but their construction irked me. Certainly bought rather than meticulously created like mine were.

Unacceptable. I refused to make art with hastily constructed supplies. After snatching a toolbox from the engine room, I got to work.

The bed and floor was blanketed with cords and blocks of M112. Each bomb was pitifully easy to disarm and dismantle. I sighed. Time for the tedious process of reassembly.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Holy shit!"

Itachi hadn't made a single noise as he appeared behind me. I swear that man was a fucking ninja.

"Your mom. It's one of your business fuckmunch." I sneered, swivelling to look at him.

He leaned against the doorframe. "Isn't it? I remember being told to kill you over any suspicious behaviour."

I tensed. Typical Uchiha. Asshole was probably bored or something. "I'm fixing the crappy explosives you gave me." I explained.

"Tell me about them."

Wait. Since when did that prick have any interest in art? I regarded him carefully. Something was... off.
It didn't take me long to figure out as the boat rocked slightly and I saw queasiness flash across his face. It was now evident that he was leaning against the doorframe for support rather than the aesthetic.

I snorted. "Are you fucking seasick?"

Itachi Uchiha, one of the most feared people in all of the spades, is being defeated by a boat. Priceless.

"Was it that obvious?" He winced. "I didn't have time to pick up the medicine."

Well now I felt like an asshole. Defeated, I cleared the bed of dismantled explosives and gestured for him to sit beside me.

"Need a bucket?"

"Over my dead body." He grunted, sitting down.

I internally sighed. Ah yes, a man who has too much fucking pride to puke when he's sick, I really do know how to pick em.