[closed log]do the hula hula~
Who: Deidara and Itachi
What: Deidara feels the need to be artistic and totally redecorates the Akatsuki hideout. Itachi not amused.
Where: AKATSUKI HIDE-OUT. High on a skyscraper. Somewhere in Konoha. <<
When: TODAY. ish?
Warnings: Itachi. Deidara.
It was rather gusty on the roof.
Deidara's hair whipped him in the face for what had to be the upteenth time that night, but he was almost finished and there had been worse things to hit him in the face. With each gust of wind, sand would be thrown into the air, creating a dangerous display of white specks in the night's sky that all eventually found their way back to the roof, just where Deidara wanted them. Well, not precisely--but back to the roof, at least. Deidara preferred to allow them to fall where they wished; it was more natural that way.
Not that there was anything natural about a tiki hut on the roof of one of the tallest skyscrapers in Konoha. How it was staying anchored was a mystery to science, even Deidara wasn't certain just what part of him was willing the whole thing not to jump off the roof and make a suicide dive (certainly crushing some of the hapless citizens more than fifty stories down) to the streets below. But it was, and that was the point. He'd been working on it for something around four or five hours, give or take. He'd stopped a few times to get a banana sundae, to drop a few marbles over the edge, and watch a hour of Conan O'Brien. The only thing left to do at this point was pull up another bag of sand (which he'd been saving for precisely this purpose for hundreds of years) and gather the bobbling hula girls that he'd stuffed in an old shoe-box upon their latest move. They would join the one from his bedroom on the edge of the roof and complete the whole picture.
It was a rather nice picture, Deidara thought. Sure, he would eventually blow the thing to smithereens (perhaps the entire building, wouldn't that be amusing?) but for now, it was nice to have a tiki hut on the roof.
He wondered what the rest of them would think. They would probably hate it. It almost made his heart choke up with glee.
Descending the stairs to the topmost floor of the building, comprised of mostly unfinished offices (odd how the building contractor had forgot about the top floor like that--people seemed to be doing that all the time when Akatsuki was around) that had been converted into proper bedrooms, Deidara found his last bag of sand and gave it a good yank up the first step to the roof. It sprung a leak, leaving a line of pure white sand on the immaculate floor, and Deidara shrugged as he continued to pull it up the stairs. Whatever. It wasn't like he needed a vaccuum to clean it up.
Itachi did wonder the sky seemed to glitter when he had looked up to the skyscraper.
Of course, the stars may had something to do with it, but Itachi was not particularly keen on that idea. The cold was biting at his fingers (they finally had feeling back in them), so he dug them further into his trenchcoat pockets. The wind was flapping at his coat with out mercy, tearing at his hair and making humans around him scurry around for some shelter. He wondered if it was such a good idea to be coming back here. There was, after all, doubt that anyone was even there, but that was the point.
The elevator ride up was boring as he remembered, but Itachi did manage to see more of the glittery...specks flowing down on from the roof. Ah, yes, the roof. Perhaps it was time to relocate, seeing that someone had stolen a bottle of glitter and opened it to the city below. Ridiculous.
With a 'bing', the elevator door opened and Itachi was once again hit with something else. Something was wrong. Something was dreadfully wrong, starting with the line of sand (sand?) that looked suspiciously like the specks in the sky. Perhaps someone had set an idiot out of their cage and let them lose. Itachi did not feel like rounding up anyone or anything at the moment. They would have to deal with going over the roof and down into the city. His footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as he followed the line of sand....and arrived at the bottom of the stairs that led to the roof.
And there was Deidara. Why was he not surprised.
"What are you doing." Itachi eyed the bag in the blond's grasp, the urge to spin on his heel and walk away becoming difficult to ignore. Usually, Itachi avoided Deidara. Deidara meant annoyances and Itachi did not resist himself around him, for example, when the urge of throwing Deidara comes up, it will happen.
It was usually rather difficult to tell Itachi's mood from his voice. Or expression. Or really anything. Deidara was pretty convinced that Itachi did everything in that tone of voice, which made him rather boring---yet extremely unpredictable. They usually avoided one another, or it just happened that Itachi was in some distant country sucking a soul whenever Deidara ever took a break from one masterpiece or another. Deidara was in a lull right now. On vacation, one could say. He'd just gotten finished with a contract in Tokyo and the whole thing had been rather disappointing really, so building the tiki hut was like therapy.
Therapy for the damned. Oh, what was the world coming to.
Turning around, Deidara looked down at Itachi through his hair and gave the bag another half-hearted pull. "Dragging this bag up the stairs." He replied flatly, though a cheshire grin accompanied the words as if in apology. Deidara wasn't really apologetic though, and he was pretty sure that Itachi knew that, so what it really came down to was the fact that Deidara liked smiling. All the time. It made it so they didn't know when you were going to kill them, and the element of surprise was honestly one of the best things about this world.
With an honest pull, Deidara took another few steps up and gestured toward the upper door with his head. "You can come see if you want, un." He said. There were flecks of sand glistening on Itachi's shoes, and Deidara wondered if he had the vaguest idea about what the whole thing was about. Probably not. Itachi, as much as he would like to think it, wasn't God; and Deidara was pretty sure that no one wanted to see inside his mind, anyway.
How particular. It seemed like Deidara was trying to be productive and was already failing miserably, in Itachi's book. Perhaps it was time to make sure that the blond had not rigged the whole building with explosives while he was still here. Being in roaring fire was not an experience Itachi wanted to repeat.
Itachi stretched his wings absentmindedly and shook his foot, eyes flickering down at the golden specks that flew up at the movement. Sand, gold glittery sand, was in bright contrast with his black leather shoe. Deidara was certainly making a mess, a mess that would undoubtly not be cleaned up later on. Itachi's eyes took in the background as Deidara had opened the door to the roof, eyes catching the wispy shadow of a....torch.
...Torch.
What the hell was Deidara doing to the roof?
Curiosity pulled on his strings as Itachi forced himself up the steps to the roof, knowing that this was probably a bad idea. However, with golden sand and a torch in the distance, Itachi did not have the faintest idea what Deidara had for a brain. The Fallen Seraphim passed the blond with out a second glance and with out hesitation opened the door to the roof.
And prompty closed it back shut. "....Hm." Itachi glanced at Deidara before opening the door again.
Deidara grinned, though there was no expression to be had on Itahchi's face whatsoever.
But he'd gotten a sound. A syllable. A word? Hm wasn't much of a word, but it was more than Itachi usually gave. Actually, Deidara suddenly realized that Itachi usually rarely said anything at all. In fact, it was hard to notice when the other creature was around, period, which made Deidara wonder if they hadn't been in the same place more often, and he had just not realized it. ...Oh well.
Slipping past Itachi with a drag of the bag, Deidara pushed the door open a little wider and stepped out onto the roof. The floor immediately turned to sand, and though it was cold and breezy up here, the weather had been turning significantly warmer in the last few weeks. And the roof was large--in fact, it was a rather spectacular sight, all that sand. The hut was something to be proud of, as well, even moreso because of its transience. All hollow wood and palm-leaf roof, the thing would die in a good rain storm or with a proper spark of fire from one of the torches. Deidara was actually kind of hoping for something like that too happen, but for now he was going to enjoy it as-is.
"What do you think, hm." He asked, bending to open the bag of sand properly and pulling at the corners to dump it. Bare feet kicked at the newly formed mound, sending the bright starry stuff into the air before it settled and made the ground more level. He looked around and stretched, realizing that the place could use a few palm trees and wondering how he was going to pull that off when he suddenly remembered that he'd forgotten the hula girls.
"Shit," he muttered, frowning expressionately, "I forgot the hula girls. If you destroy anything while I'm gone, I'll put itching powder in your sheets, Itachi-kun, un." Deidara said, flashing Itachi a bright smile and moving to the door again to gather the final pieces.
Deidara made the roof into a....a....tiki-hut kind of thing. Deidara was dragging sand to the roof. Deidara had forgotten the hula girls.
Deidara obviously needed a hobby.
Itachi felt no amusement. He did not feel impressed. He apparently did not feel anything, to be frank. All of this...this was just ridiculous. To be perfectly honest, Itachi felt a bit..stumped. He now truly wondered what kind of brain He gave Deidara. Obviously not a very good one, nor a very big one, seeing that in the blond's perspective, re-doing the whole roof into this theme was very..important? Fun? Itachi would never know.
He gave Deidara a sharp look at the threat, but knew that there was nothing behind it. Itachi did not feel the need to 'destroy' this. It already looked like it was dangerously swaying due to the harsh winds and from being so high up. If there was a time Itachi felt the need to no destroy something, it would be this. To him, everything was a complete waste of time and a waste of effort. None of them spent long enough here to get use to this surrounding. Itachi was not even sure if he was going to be here when Deidara got back.
Alas, Itachi did feel the need to look at the torches and ponder the thought of pushing Deidara out the window. The man shook flecks of sand off his trenchcoat (it was getting quite annoying, being glittery) and shrugged. Perhaps it was time to leave. Now.
The box was under his bed, next to a box full of other things that Deidara had collected over the years, but which had never really burst into full-blown collections. He wasn't sure why he collected hula dolls. He didn't even really like them, but he'd been to Hawaii once, and after burning a tiny village on the smallest island, Deidara had stepped on something in the sand and--it had been a hula doll--had been collecting them since. That first one had been singed a bit, and it was currently sitting in his window. He grabbed it, chucked it into the shoebox, and ascended the stairs.
Itachi was still in the same spot he'd been in when Deidara had left. The guy couldn't even move. What did he do all day while he digested all the random souls he consumed? Itachi currently seemed to be in careful contemplation of his coat and, while Deidara was sure that it was highly entertaining for that highly evolved brain of his, the blonde just didn't get it. The Lord must have forgotten to instill within Itachi a sense of interest in anything. Anything that didn't involve black cloaks and the hearty taste of souls in the morning. Or something along those lines.
Deidara rolled his eyes and shoved a couple of hula dolls into Itachi's chest. "Look, un." He said, voice dry and blank. "They hula. Wee." He held one up and flicked it. The grass-covered hips waved side to side for a moment before Deidara turned away and made his way through the sand and to the railing-like edge of the roof. Dressed in dark black pants and an equally black shirt, the whole thing seemed a bit like one of those ridiculous resorts American businessmen went to on their weekends off. It was still amusing though, and Deidara refused to allow Mr. Dark and Dreary's sense of disinterest permeate his own mood.
"Eat any souls today, hm, Itachi-kun?" He asked over his shoulder, placing a doll on the edge and taking a step down to place another, a tight smirk on his lips.
"...." What.
Itachi eyed the things that were shoved in his arms (hula girls, they were called) and with the flick, watched with disinterested eyes as it swayed. And swayed. It just continued to sway until it stopped swaying.
...No.
What was the purpose of this doll? Itachi could not fathom, only his respect for humans going down another level. After all, by the looks what Deidara was doing, it was only there for..looks, which was utterly ridiculous. The blond was being ridiculous by doing this theme and these hula girls...were annoying. Almost annoying as the blond, who Itachi was resisting the urge to throw them at Deidara's head. Perhaps it was time for target practice.
"...No," Itachi said, setting down the hula girls on a nearby table (of course, themed orientated) and glared at them for swaying. Ridiculous. He glanced around once more before stepping in the sand and despised it immediately. Sand was going into his shoe and it was not..nice. Itachi's face, however, did not show his disgust, but only took one step into the rooftop and stopped. It was as far as he was going into this....sandy covered roof of doom.
Deidara looked at the sky.
Lord, he thought silently, What were you thinking when you gave this man a mouth and nothing to say?
He shook his head slowly, only slightly amused at Itachi's lack of enthusiasm for...anything, and finished laying out the dolls. When he turned, it was to find that Itachi had taken a step forward and into the sand. Deidara felt like applauding a small child, but thought that perhaps that would be a bit derogatory, and settled for smiling. Again. Then he put his hands on the flat of the rail and lifted himself up so he could sit on it, back to the rest of the world and fifty stories of sheer drop.
Deidara took out a pack of cigarettes and knocked one into his palm. There was no need for a lighter, and with a flick of his fingers, the air was alight with a carefully controlled flame, brilliant in its simplicity. He put the cigarette to his lips, lit it and took a long breath, blowing the smoke into the dark night air. "You want one, un?" He asked, holding a cigarette out to Itachi as if to lure him furher onto the roof. Not that it would help, he was certain. The whole idea was against Itachi's nature. If he smoked, well then. He would be at least a little interesting.
And there was no way that was true.
"No," Itachi replied, looking away from the cigarette to further survey his surroundings. Smoking was not one of the sins he allowed himself to induldge in. It was, again, pointless, not to mention pathetic, setting fire to a stick and sucking on it. The smoke gave an unwanted stench in the most unwanted places, something Itachi did not like finding on his clothes and hair after being done with one ciagrette. Of course, there were times there was a need for a cigarette..but this wasn't one of those times.
His fingers unintentionally clenched into a fist in his pocket, wanting to regain feeling back into numb fingers. The wind was not better up here than down there, but Itachi was surprised that Deidara had managed to set it up through the weather. Perhaps it was time to throw him a bone or something.
His eyes were soon becoming tired of the decrorations, feeling the need to step away quickly and go back on his way. It maybe a mistake coming here afterall, thinking that it was deserted. Of course not, atleast one member was here, lounging around or remaking the rooftop. Itachi had thought there was somewhere here worth of a conversation, someone that would capture his interest.
Hula girls did not capture Itachi's interest.
Deidara groaned. "You are the most fucking boring person I have ever had the misfortune to speak at. Ever, un." He proclaimed, taking another puff of the cigarette before he threw it over the edge of the roof. Why was Itachi even here? It wasn't like he needed sleep or anything, was it? Deidara came around because occasionally, he did like to sleep. He also was interested to see if anything new had happened, which was rarely ever the case. Earth was getting as boring as Heaven had been, and no one could kick him off earth, surely.
It was awful. Tragic. He needed out.
The sigh was soft and deliberate. Deidara could do melodrama, but doing it inside his head while he was alone was vastly, vastly unproductive. Just like sitting here with the angel that ate other angels. What was Itachi going to do with all that power, anyway? He was going to live forever, rule the world and. Damn. It was going to be fucking boring. It was severely lamentable. Deidara groaned again.
"Go...do whatever it is you do." Deidara said, waving a hand as he stood up on the edge of the roof. He was vastly disappointed, so he didn't even bother letting his wings shoot out to embrace him as he fell back in a dead fall, hurtling to the ground only to lift off and disappear from sight.
Itachi quirked an eyebrow at Deidara, wondering why he would not give the Fallen Seraphim the honor of pushing him off. Itachi allowed himself to roll his eyes at the thought, knowing that Deidara was being dramatic. To him, everything had to be in flare or else attention was to be diverted elsewhere.
He sighed and stepped out of the sand and onto the staircase, shaking sand off his shoes. There was sand in his shoes as well, but that could be taken care of later. If Deidara was still sticking around, Itachi didn't want to be around. However, if the blond was going to go leap off other skyscapers, Itachi would very much like to spend a bit of time his bedroom. Sleep did nothing for them, but Itachi enjoyed it.
It didn't make him seem so blind.
But alas, with the pest around, Itachi knew that sleep was probably out of reach. So with a spin on his heel, he started down stairs, but not before he reached out to flick the hula dancers placed at the table. They swayed, back and forth, continued to sway until it finally stopped due whatever reason. Itachi watched, and again, seeing no purpose as the hula dancers came to a stop. Unfathomable.
Itachi left.
What: Deidara feels the need to be artistic and totally redecorates the Akatsuki hideout. Itachi not amused.
Where: AKATSUKI HIDE-OUT. High on a skyscraper. Somewhere in Konoha. <<
When: TODAY. ish?
Warnings: Itachi. Deidara.
It was rather gusty on the roof.
Deidara's hair whipped him in the face for what had to be the upteenth time that night, but he was almost finished and there had been worse things to hit him in the face. With each gust of wind, sand would be thrown into the air, creating a dangerous display of white specks in the night's sky that all eventually found their way back to the roof, just where Deidara wanted them. Well, not precisely--but back to the roof, at least. Deidara preferred to allow them to fall where they wished; it was more natural that way.
Not that there was anything natural about a tiki hut on the roof of one of the tallest skyscrapers in Konoha. How it was staying anchored was a mystery to science, even Deidara wasn't certain just what part of him was willing the whole thing not to jump off the roof and make a suicide dive (certainly crushing some of the hapless citizens more than fifty stories down) to the streets below. But it was, and that was the point. He'd been working on it for something around four or five hours, give or take. He'd stopped a few times to get a banana sundae, to drop a few marbles over the edge, and watch a hour of Conan O'Brien. The only thing left to do at this point was pull up another bag of sand (which he'd been saving for precisely this purpose for hundreds of years) and gather the bobbling hula girls that he'd stuffed in an old shoe-box upon their latest move. They would join the one from his bedroom on the edge of the roof and complete the whole picture.
It was a rather nice picture, Deidara thought. Sure, he would eventually blow the thing to smithereens (perhaps the entire building, wouldn't that be amusing?) but for now, it was nice to have a tiki hut on the roof.
He wondered what the rest of them would think. They would probably hate it. It almost made his heart choke up with glee.
Descending the stairs to the topmost floor of the building, comprised of mostly unfinished offices (odd how the building contractor had forgot about the top floor like that--people seemed to be doing that all the time when Akatsuki was around) that had been converted into proper bedrooms, Deidara found his last bag of sand and gave it a good yank up the first step to the roof. It sprung a leak, leaving a line of pure white sand on the immaculate floor, and Deidara shrugged as he continued to pull it up the stairs. Whatever. It wasn't like he needed a vaccuum to clean it up.
Itachi did wonder the sky seemed to glitter when he had looked up to the skyscraper.
Of course, the stars may had something to do with it, but Itachi was not particularly keen on that idea. The cold was biting at his fingers (they finally had feeling back in them), so he dug them further into his trenchcoat pockets. The wind was flapping at his coat with out mercy, tearing at his hair and making humans around him scurry around for some shelter. He wondered if it was such a good idea to be coming back here. There was, after all, doubt that anyone was even there, but that was the point.
The elevator ride up was boring as he remembered, but Itachi did manage to see more of the glittery...specks flowing down on from the roof. Ah, yes, the roof. Perhaps it was time to relocate, seeing that someone had stolen a bottle of glitter and opened it to the city below. Ridiculous.
With a 'bing', the elevator door opened and Itachi was once again hit with something else. Something was wrong. Something was dreadfully wrong, starting with the line of sand (sand?) that looked suspiciously like the specks in the sky. Perhaps someone had set an idiot out of their cage and let them lose. Itachi did not feel like rounding up anyone or anything at the moment. They would have to deal with going over the roof and down into the city. His footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as he followed the line of sand....and arrived at the bottom of the stairs that led to the roof.
And there was Deidara. Why was he not surprised.
"What are you doing." Itachi eyed the bag in the blond's grasp, the urge to spin on his heel and walk away becoming difficult to ignore. Usually, Itachi avoided Deidara. Deidara meant annoyances and Itachi did not resist himself around him, for example, when the urge of throwing Deidara comes up, it will happen.
It was usually rather difficult to tell Itachi's mood from his voice. Or expression. Or really anything. Deidara was pretty convinced that Itachi did everything in that tone of voice, which made him rather boring---yet extremely unpredictable. They usually avoided one another, or it just happened that Itachi was in some distant country sucking a soul whenever Deidara ever took a break from one masterpiece or another. Deidara was in a lull right now. On vacation, one could say. He'd just gotten finished with a contract in Tokyo and the whole thing had been rather disappointing really, so building the tiki hut was like therapy.
Therapy for the damned. Oh, what was the world coming to.
Turning around, Deidara looked down at Itachi through his hair and gave the bag another half-hearted pull. "Dragging this bag up the stairs." He replied flatly, though a cheshire grin accompanied the words as if in apology. Deidara wasn't really apologetic though, and he was pretty sure that Itachi knew that, so what it really came down to was the fact that Deidara liked smiling. All the time. It made it so they didn't know when you were going to kill them, and the element of surprise was honestly one of the best things about this world.
With an honest pull, Deidara took another few steps up and gestured toward the upper door with his head. "You can come see if you want, un." He said. There were flecks of sand glistening on Itachi's shoes, and Deidara wondered if he had the vaguest idea about what the whole thing was about. Probably not. Itachi, as much as he would like to think it, wasn't God; and Deidara was pretty sure that no one wanted to see inside his mind, anyway.
How particular. It seemed like Deidara was trying to be productive and was already failing miserably, in Itachi's book. Perhaps it was time to make sure that the blond had not rigged the whole building with explosives while he was still here. Being in roaring fire was not an experience Itachi wanted to repeat.
Itachi stretched his wings absentmindedly and shook his foot, eyes flickering down at the golden specks that flew up at the movement. Sand, gold glittery sand, was in bright contrast with his black leather shoe. Deidara was certainly making a mess, a mess that would undoubtly not be cleaned up later on. Itachi's eyes took in the background as Deidara had opened the door to the roof, eyes catching the wispy shadow of a....torch.
...Torch.
What the hell was Deidara doing to the roof?
Curiosity pulled on his strings as Itachi forced himself up the steps to the roof, knowing that this was probably a bad idea. However, with golden sand and a torch in the distance, Itachi did not have the faintest idea what Deidara had for a brain. The Fallen Seraphim passed the blond with out a second glance and with out hesitation opened the door to the roof.
And prompty closed it back shut. "....Hm." Itachi glanced at Deidara before opening the door again.
Deidara grinned, though there was no expression to be had on Itahchi's face whatsoever.
But he'd gotten a sound. A syllable. A word? Hm wasn't much of a word, but it was more than Itachi usually gave. Actually, Deidara suddenly realized that Itachi usually rarely said anything at all. In fact, it was hard to notice when the other creature was around, period, which made Deidara wonder if they hadn't been in the same place more often, and he had just not realized it. ...Oh well.
Slipping past Itachi with a drag of the bag, Deidara pushed the door open a little wider and stepped out onto the roof. The floor immediately turned to sand, and though it was cold and breezy up here, the weather had been turning significantly warmer in the last few weeks. And the roof was large--in fact, it was a rather spectacular sight, all that sand. The hut was something to be proud of, as well, even moreso because of its transience. All hollow wood and palm-leaf roof, the thing would die in a good rain storm or with a proper spark of fire from one of the torches. Deidara was actually kind of hoping for something like that too happen, but for now he was going to enjoy it as-is.
"What do you think, hm." He asked, bending to open the bag of sand properly and pulling at the corners to dump it. Bare feet kicked at the newly formed mound, sending the bright starry stuff into the air before it settled and made the ground more level. He looked around and stretched, realizing that the place could use a few palm trees and wondering how he was going to pull that off when he suddenly remembered that he'd forgotten the hula girls.
"Shit," he muttered, frowning expressionately, "I forgot the hula girls. If you destroy anything while I'm gone, I'll put itching powder in your sheets, Itachi-kun, un." Deidara said, flashing Itachi a bright smile and moving to the door again to gather the final pieces.
Deidara made the roof into a....a....tiki-hut kind of thing. Deidara was dragging sand to the roof. Deidara had forgotten the hula girls.
Deidara obviously needed a hobby.
Itachi felt no amusement. He did not feel impressed. He apparently did not feel anything, to be frank. All of this...this was just ridiculous. To be perfectly honest, Itachi felt a bit..stumped. He now truly wondered what kind of brain He gave Deidara. Obviously not a very good one, nor a very big one, seeing that in the blond's perspective, re-doing the whole roof into this theme was very..important? Fun? Itachi would never know.
He gave Deidara a sharp look at the threat, but knew that there was nothing behind it. Itachi did not feel the need to 'destroy' this. It already looked like it was dangerously swaying due to the harsh winds and from being so high up. If there was a time Itachi felt the need to no destroy something, it would be this. To him, everything was a complete waste of time and a waste of effort. None of them spent long enough here to get use to this surrounding. Itachi was not even sure if he was going to be here when Deidara got back.
Alas, Itachi did feel the need to look at the torches and ponder the thought of pushing Deidara out the window. The man shook flecks of sand off his trenchcoat (it was getting quite annoying, being glittery) and shrugged. Perhaps it was time to leave. Now.
The box was under his bed, next to a box full of other things that Deidara had collected over the years, but which had never really burst into full-blown collections. He wasn't sure why he collected hula dolls. He didn't even really like them, but he'd been to Hawaii once, and after burning a tiny village on the smallest island, Deidara had stepped on something in the sand and--it had been a hula doll--had been collecting them since. That first one had been singed a bit, and it was currently sitting in his window. He grabbed it, chucked it into the shoebox, and ascended the stairs.
Itachi was still in the same spot he'd been in when Deidara had left. The guy couldn't even move. What did he do all day while he digested all the random souls he consumed? Itachi currently seemed to be in careful contemplation of his coat and, while Deidara was sure that it was highly entertaining for that highly evolved brain of his, the blonde just didn't get it. The Lord must have forgotten to instill within Itachi a sense of interest in anything. Anything that didn't involve black cloaks and the hearty taste of souls in the morning. Or something along those lines.
Deidara rolled his eyes and shoved a couple of hula dolls into Itachi's chest. "Look, un." He said, voice dry and blank. "They hula. Wee." He held one up and flicked it. The grass-covered hips waved side to side for a moment before Deidara turned away and made his way through the sand and to the railing-like edge of the roof. Dressed in dark black pants and an equally black shirt, the whole thing seemed a bit like one of those ridiculous resorts American businessmen went to on their weekends off. It was still amusing though, and Deidara refused to allow Mr. Dark and Dreary's sense of disinterest permeate his own mood.
"Eat any souls today, hm, Itachi-kun?" He asked over his shoulder, placing a doll on the edge and taking a step down to place another, a tight smirk on his lips.
"...." What.
Itachi eyed the things that were shoved in his arms (hula girls, they were called) and with the flick, watched with disinterested eyes as it swayed. And swayed. It just continued to sway until it stopped swaying.
...No.
What was the purpose of this doll? Itachi could not fathom, only his respect for humans going down another level. After all, by the looks what Deidara was doing, it was only there for..looks, which was utterly ridiculous. The blond was being ridiculous by doing this theme and these hula girls...were annoying. Almost annoying as the blond, who Itachi was resisting the urge to throw them at Deidara's head. Perhaps it was time for target practice.
"...No," Itachi said, setting down the hula girls on a nearby table (of course, themed orientated) and glared at them for swaying. Ridiculous. He glanced around once more before stepping in the sand and despised it immediately. Sand was going into his shoe and it was not..nice. Itachi's face, however, did not show his disgust, but only took one step into the rooftop and stopped. It was as far as he was going into this....sandy covered roof of doom.
Deidara looked at the sky.
Lord, he thought silently, What were you thinking when you gave this man a mouth and nothing to say?
He shook his head slowly, only slightly amused at Itachi's lack of enthusiasm for...anything, and finished laying out the dolls. When he turned, it was to find that Itachi had taken a step forward and into the sand. Deidara felt like applauding a small child, but thought that perhaps that would be a bit derogatory, and settled for smiling. Again. Then he put his hands on the flat of the rail and lifted himself up so he could sit on it, back to the rest of the world and fifty stories of sheer drop.
Deidara took out a pack of cigarettes and knocked one into his palm. There was no need for a lighter, and with a flick of his fingers, the air was alight with a carefully controlled flame, brilliant in its simplicity. He put the cigarette to his lips, lit it and took a long breath, blowing the smoke into the dark night air. "You want one, un?" He asked, holding a cigarette out to Itachi as if to lure him furher onto the roof. Not that it would help, he was certain. The whole idea was against Itachi's nature. If he smoked, well then. He would be at least a little interesting.
And there was no way that was true.
"No," Itachi replied, looking away from the cigarette to further survey his surroundings. Smoking was not one of the sins he allowed himself to induldge in. It was, again, pointless, not to mention pathetic, setting fire to a stick and sucking on it. The smoke gave an unwanted stench in the most unwanted places, something Itachi did not like finding on his clothes and hair after being done with one ciagrette. Of course, there were times there was a need for a cigarette..but this wasn't one of those times.
His fingers unintentionally clenched into a fist in his pocket, wanting to regain feeling back into numb fingers. The wind was not better up here than down there, but Itachi was surprised that Deidara had managed to set it up through the weather. Perhaps it was time to throw him a bone or something.
His eyes were soon becoming tired of the decrorations, feeling the need to step away quickly and go back on his way. It maybe a mistake coming here afterall, thinking that it was deserted. Of course not, atleast one member was here, lounging around or remaking the rooftop. Itachi had thought there was somewhere here worth of a conversation, someone that would capture his interest.
Hula girls did not capture Itachi's interest.
Deidara groaned. "You are the most fucking boring person I have ever had the misfortune to speak at. Ever, un." He proclaimed, taking another puff of the cigarette before he threw it over the edge of the roof. Why was Itachi even here? It wasn't like he needed sleep or anything, was it? Deidara came around because occasionally, he did like to sleep. He also was interested to see if anything new had happened, which was rarely ever the case. Earth was getting as boring as Heaven had been, and no one could kick him off earth, surely.
It was awful. Tragic. He needed out.
The sigh was soft and deliberate. Deidara could do melodrama, but doing it inside his head while he was alone was vastly, vastly unproductive. Just like sitting here with the angel that ate other angels. What was Itachi going to do with all that power, anyway? He was going to live forever, rule the world and. Damn. It was going to be fucking boring. It was severely lamentable. Deidara groaned again.
"Go...do whatever it is you do." Deidara said, waving a hand as he stood up on the edge of the roof. He was vastly disappointed, so he didn't even bother letting his wings shoot out to embrace him as he fell back in a dead fall, hurtling to the ground only to lift off and disappear from sight.
Itachi quirked an eyebrow at Deidara, wondering why he would not give the Fallen Seraphim the honor of pushing him off. Itachi allowed himself to roll his eyes at the thought, knowing that Deidara was being dramatic. To him, everything had to be in flare or else attention was to be diverted elsewhere.
He sighed and stepped out of the sand and onto the staircase, shaking sand off his shoes. There was sand in his shoes as well, but that could be taken care of later. If Deidara was still sticking around, Itachi didn't want to be around. However, if the blond was going to go leap off other skyscapers, Itachi would very much like to spend a bit of time his bedroom. Sleep did nothing for them, but Itachi enjoyed it.
It didn't make him seem so blind.
But alas, with the pest around, Itachi knew that sleep was probably out of reach. So with a spin on his heel, he started down stairs, but not before he reached out to flick the hula dancers placed at the table. They swayed, back and forth, continued to sway until it finally stopped due whatever reason. Itachi watched, and again, seeing no purpose as the hula dancers came to a stop. Unfathomable.
Itachi left.