Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto and other Characters.
WARNING: This fiction does contain mild yaoi!!!!

The Dark Side of Love

It’s something different and some people don’t understand it. They both knew that from the beginning though, ever since it started a few months ago. The change wasn’t necessarily good, but it was a change nonetheless.

Itachi found himself constantly looking for an annoying, blonde-haired shinobi by the name of Deidara, whether it was for a sparring match or company. The Uchiha didn’t have a need for a cold exterior around him and that made him comfortable, but once out in public, it was like the two didn’t even know each other.

Deidara knew it was going to be like this: in public, it was like they were enemies within the same group; but alone, they could be themselves-their real selves. It took time to get used to, but over time the blonde found himself adjusting, even though he hated himself for it. He didn’t agree with faking a love.

But after all, they couldn’t have weaknesses in battle, now could they?
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“Oy, Itachi!” Deidara called, walking into the kitchen. It took him a second to realize they were alone and immediately his attitude changed from fake anger to excitement. “Do you know what tomorrow is, yeah?” he asked, lowering his voice.

The Uchiha looked at him over the cup of his tea and shrugged before he took a sip, his crimson eyes ignoring everything but the blonde male in front of him.

“Valentine’s Day!”

Itachi slowly drank his tea and set the cup down on the table before speaking: “Oh, goodie.”

“C’mon! Let’s do something tomorrow! We haven’t done anything together in Kami knows how long, yeah,” Deidara said excitedly, as he took up a chair next to his lover.

“We can’t,” Itachi said, side-glancing at him.

“Oh, why not?” Deidara complained, as he slouched back in his chair and crossed his arms. “It’s not like we’re going to go on a mission or anything. We both just came back from one, yeah.”

Itachi rolled his eyes and sighed mentally. He hated it when Deidara was like this. If he didn’t get his way, then he’d pout like a spoiled child. It was very unbecoming of him and it usually left Itachi with a killer headache.

“Deidara, don’t start with me. You know I just came back from one at midnight and I don’t like to go anywhere else for a few days,” the Uchiha reasoned, leaning forward to make sure his lover was paying attention to what he was saying.

“Yeah, but we never do anything together!” Deidara retorted, throwing his hands up, before placing them on the table.

“I know. We’ve been busy with missions lately and it’s been hard on us both,” Itachi explained as he set his left hand on Deidara’s right. “But I promise we’ll do something together soon.”

A long sigh escaped the blonde lips, “Fine.”

Suddenly, Itachi’s eyes flashed to the kitchen door, silently telling Deidara that someone was coming. Quickly the blonde was on his feet, a kunai knife pointed at Itachi as he yelled: “Stay the hell out of my room, you bastard, yeah!”

The door had opened at that moment and Kisame walked in, only to stop and stare at the scene before him. “What’s going on?”

“Itachi’s been going in my room!” Deidara explained, in fake, convincing anger. Then his eyes turned back to the Uchiha, “If you go in it one more time, I swear I’ll fucking kill you, yeah!”

The blonde threw the kunai onto the table, a centimeter away from Itachi’s hand in warning, before he turned and left the kitchen, his anger obvious. Itachi sat staring at the knife and realized it was the one he had given the blonde on his birthday months back.

Kisame merely stared at the blonde and then turned back to his partner. “What are you doing in his room?”

Itachi continued to stare at the weapon for a moment and spoke coldly: “I haven’t been near his room.”

Then the Uchiha grabbed the kunai and stood before walking out of the kitchen to his room, knowing very well that, in the blonde’s lie toward Kisame, there had been an underlying message, saying that he would be by later that night to see the ex-Konoha Nin.
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As the moon reached it’s highest peak, Deidara walked down the hall and stopped outside of Itachi’s room. He didn’t have to open the door to know the Uchiha wasn’t in it and it was a moment before the blonde realized that his lover was probably outside in the exact spot they had first kissed.

Swiftly, he turned around and made his way out into the courtyard. The scene before him was beautiful and being an artist himself, he stopped for a moment and took in the savanna, before he pushed through the line of trees that shielded his and Itachi’s spot from prying eyes.

It was just how Deidara had expected to see it: Itachi sitting with his back to him, on his cloak with the moonlight washing down on him.

Deidara knew that Itachi was a very handsome man with great skills and a great personality-when let loose-and he began to wander why out of all the people in the world, why did the Uchiha choose him? What made him stand out from everyone else? It was a question he had asked himself many times, but never had the courage to asked the Uchiha personally.

“Are you going to sit down?” Itachi suddenly asked.

It wasn’t a command or an order and it wasn’t said harshly; it was merely a question, which surprised the ex-Stone Nin. Itachi was never rude or hostile toward him and if he were, he’d immediately apologize for his actions.

Slowly, Deidara approached his lover and sat down next to him. A moment later, the Uchiha wrapped an arm around him, making him lean his head on the crook of his neck. The blonde looked up and gave a small smile when he saw his lover’s eyes weren’t their usual crimson; they were the darkest black.

“You’ve been meaning to ask me something,” Itachi spoke in a statement.

Slowly Deidara’s smile faded and became uncomfortable. An unsettling feeling set in his stomach as his earlier questions entered his mind and his eyes turned themselves downward. The tongues on his hands began to get restless and the blonde felt himself fidget.

“You can ask me anything,” Itachi whispered in his ear, making him still almost instantly.

For some reason, those five words set something off inside him and a strange courage gave him that extra push. “Why me?”

Silence settled between the two and after a minute, Itachi pulled back a little to look down at him in confusion. “Why you what?”

Deidara pulled away from Itachi and sat up. He crossed his legs and leaned forward on them, his eyes down cast at the ground. “Why did you choose me? You could’ve had anyone and you chose me, yeah. Why?”

Itachi also crossed his legs at this and leaned forward. A thoughtful look formed on his face and Deidara started to become restless at his silence. Dismay began to spread throughout his body.

Just when Deidara was about to say something, Itachi opened his mouth: “I’m not sure.” His head turned toward his lover and he saw the slight sadness in his eyes. “But even if I could turn back time and choose someone else, I wouldn’t. I’m happy with you.”

Deidara turned his face down to his lap, but it wasn’t from depression or any other sad feeling. It was from embarrassment. A small smile graced his lips and he couldn’t help but answer with: “I’m happy with you too.”

Itachi shifted next to him and it took him a second to realize that the Uchiha had gotten under his guard and pinned him to the ground. “Good, because I wouldn’t want to find someone else. You’re enough of a handful, thank you very much,” Itachi whispered in his ear.

Then their lips collided in a passionate kiss that left the two breathless. As Itachi’s lips traveled down the blonde’s neck, his icy blue eyes turned to the sky and a smile came to his face. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Ita-kun.”

Itachi immediately stopped in his ministrations at the name. He hadn’t heard that nickname in a long time and it sent a small shiver down his spine. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Dei-kun,” he answered in a tone much like his lover’s. Calm and gentle. So strange for the Uchiha.
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So maybe it is something different and people might not understand it, but they do and that’s all that matters. A few months ago, Itachi and Deidara didn’t know if the change was good or not, but now they realize it is a good change; they no longer have to be alone.

Sometimes all you need is a weakness and that same weakness could be the very thing to help you through it all.