Chapter 1
"I'm killing him," the boy says. A low dark note shows between plane voice. And Oh that's something. Deidara can say there's a story. His family if the rumors are correct.
Deidara smiles, "you boy? Itachi's killing you before you can put out your weapons. But don't worry, I'm killing him."
Deidara remembers to be a boy like this, a bit younger maybe, double crossing his people and running away from Iwa in the name of true art. He also remembers being dragged to an international terrorist organization one year later by a guy so much similar to the boy in front of him.
If he squints he could pretend the boy was his brother. If the hair was more long, a tone more black instead of dark blue, if the boy had smaller eyes, if he could draw lines on his face; then he surely could pretend the boy was his brother.
Except.
Itachi was divine. A stoic figure. An impenetrable temple. A natural force barely interested who he pulled down in his path, as inevitable as the wind, the chakra or the death. And Deidara will kill him.
The boy was just a boy. A strong one if he has to say, a good well trained shinobi, good looking and imponent aura. But still just a boy.
Deidara thinks about it. He can't waste his more glorious artwork on a boy, not even on a Uchiha boy.
"Okay, let's see," he says. The boy stops in a defensive posture, doubt in his face and thunder sparkles in his left hand. Deidara stands in his dragon art, "you wanna kill him, I wanna kill him, then why are we killing each other?"
"You started talking shit and attacked me," says the boy with no tone, he didn't move a single muscle yet, ready to return into fight. A good shinobi.
Deidara gets mad. The boy is an insolent and doesn't see he cares or be shamed. He would never talk like that to Sasori even when he spoke about eternal art. He reconsiders the murder thing.
"You little boy with zero respect for his olders," Deidara accuses, jumps from his dragon to the crashed ground, the content fury in every gram of his body. "Here I'm offering you salvation and you-"
"I just want information" alleges the boy, bloody Sharingan eyes trying to intimidate him. Hn, stupid boy, he had been practicing with those eyes. "Where's Itachi?"
Deidara smiles. These arrogant bitches. "Who knows?" He can always be worst.
The boy does his thunder thing and goes for him, Deidara feints and tries to make a kick on his chest but the boy avoids it and hits him. Ugh rough guy. The fight resumes.
It's insulting. Him with this boy. Almost equally in power. There is a subtext about how this boy couldn't do it with Itachi and how he isn't beating his ass too, but honestly he doesn't want to recognize what it means.
"Okay, okay, okay, stop again, fuck" he says. "I'm trying to make a point. I can't when you're being a bad bitch who wanna electroshocks me hm"
The boy stops again, difficult breathing and thick sweat running on every centimeter of his exposed skin. Looks tired. He never had seen his brother tired. So superior to his little brother he will eat him alive. Poor stupid boy.
"So, what do you have in mind?" moves his eyebrows.
Deidara considers his words, the sketch of a plan taking form in the back of his mind.
"Let's work together!"