𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 //𝑰𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒊//

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

Itachi listened patiently as I modified and reconstructed the bombs one by one, explaining the steps as I went. Even though I knew my work was clearly the one true embodiment of art, nobody else seemed to have the patience to let me explain my creative process to them. Why hadn't he told me to shut up yet? I wouldn't have given a fuck if it were anyone else, but this bastard was making me think too much.

I let out a nervous laugh. "Are your ears bleeding yet? Or do I need to keep talking?"

Itachi's lips curved upwards into a smile. "I don't mind. It's clear that you're very passionate about your work. And besides, your voice. I find it soothing." He responded.

Soothing? Did I hear that correctly? Not once in all my years had my voice ever been described that way. Everyone always told me that it sounded too low for my feminine appearance. Still, it made me feel uncomfortably bubbly inside knowing that there was at least one thing he liked about me.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?"

"Hm? Course." I hummed, still in a slight daze.

"What happened to your arms?" 

The world stopped. What the fuck was I supposed to say? There wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that I'd let him feel sorry for me! The half truth it was.

"Just a freak car accident. Nothing a bit of skin grafts couldn't fix." I explained, trying to make it sound as casual as possible.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

He bought it. Sure, I wasn't able to spare myself from all of his pity, but it was better that the alternative. I gave a mental sigh of relief and went back to what I was doing for the next half hour or so until kisame ducked in to inform us that we had reached our destination.

Everything was going smoothly. Well, almost everything was going smoothly. The moment kisame got back from paying the docking fee, everyone began discussing our plan to move forward. I was afraid to interrupt, but the plans were lacking anything and everything to do with food.
I for one, was starving.

"It should be fucking illegal to commit murder on an empty stomach." I whined. "I need some McDonald's and cheap caffeine asap."

"Deidara, you're an idiot. But you have a point," sighed Itachi, glancing at the others for agreement.

Kisame gave a shrug and Sasori....

"This better not make us late, brat."

Alright then.
After getting into a significantly less conspicuous car and a long silent ride with Sasori and I in the back seat, we finally made it to McDonald's.

I ordered for everyone using some (probably laundered) cash kisame had given me and sat down at the table.

"What is this?" Sasori growled, although it sounded more like a threat than a question. He was most likely referring to the happy meal that had been placed in front of him.

"What's what?" I asked, feigning ignorance at the question. Damn, it was hard not to laugh.

Sasori took a deep breath. "Brat, you've got ten seconds to get your ass over to that counter and explain that you've made a mistake with our order."

"And waste good food? World hunger exists y'know. Kids like you have some nerve." I scoffed.

It must have been the lack of sleep or the fact that I struck a nerve that made me flinch when Sasori's glare darkened. But we were in public, right? What the hell was he going to do to me?

"I'll have you know that I am at least five years older than you, and I've had it up to here with your childish fucking attitude." He growled, gesturing above his head.

I couldn't help it. "Don't you mean you've had it up to here?" I chuckled, gesturing to the part of my chest his head would align with if anyone were to compare our heights.

In one swift movement, Sasori grabbed me by the hair and stabbed me in the fucking arm with a syringe.

"Ow. fuck!" I hissed. "Do you always have one of those?"

My vision blurred and everything began to feel fuzzy before I could get an answer. "Shit. Not again..."

~
Itachi's pov
I watched as Deidara slumped over unconscious onto the table. So much for anything running smoothly. What a dork.

I slipped my arms under him carried him out to the car after the employees threatened to call the cops on us. At least eating on the road would keep us ahead of schedule.

Deidara was in the back seat next to me with his head rested on my shoulder. It was...hard to look away from his sleeping expression. I couldn't help it. I wanted to know what he was dreaming about.

After an hour or so of driving his brows furrowed, his face changing to something that bordered...afraid? A nightmare?

His eyes flew open the second I placed a hand on his shoulder. He worriedly glanced around the car until his eyes settled on mine and a wave of recognition washed over his face.

"Sorry." He muttered. "Just disoriented."

I gave a thin smile. "We're almost there, you slept through most of the drive."

Deidara did a small nod and reached for the coffee in the cupholder beside him. "It's cold. Definitely deserved that tho." He chuckled after taking a sip.

"Damn right." Sasori called from the front.

The rest of the ride was strangely casual. Just by complaining about cold food, or pestering kisame to turn on the the radio, Deidara was constantly breaking the professional silence I was used to.

It was nice.

AN:
Kind of a filler. I liked it.