Summary: When Deidara receives an opportunity to act in a big movie, he jumps at the chance- Only to find out that his rival, the famous Itachi Uchiha, will be his costar. Someone up there must really hate him.
He had always known that he was destined for greatness. That his art would be recognized.
"And the nominees for the Best Actor category are..."
He did not even need to listen to what Minato had to say to know who the nominees were. What was important was the announcement of the winner.
Deidara leaned back in his seat, arms folded across his chest, and a smirk on his face. As usual, he had his hair tied up in a half-ponytail with his fringe covering part of his face, his aura exuding his usual confidence with just a hint of smugness. His usual sense of pride for his art was present as well, and yet, there was something different about him tonight. He was not dressed in his usual attire, and he had never felt this good in years. Tonight, he wore a black suit complete with a blue tie. Everyone else that were gathered here were dressed in their best as well. All around him, the women went all out, wearing jewellery, make-up and gowns by well-known designers, while the men wore classic, understated suits. It was a sight to behold.
It was, after all, a special occasion. A special occasion where people would acknowledge him and his art.
Just a few years into the acting business, and he was finally getting recognized. At the age of fifteen, Deidara had dropped out of school in order to pursue his passion for acting, much to the displeasure of his parents. He respected all forms of art, but acting, acting was what he truly loved – he could hardly care about anything else. At the beginning, he had starred in small movies and had small roles before steadily making his way up, getting more and more prominent roles as the years went by. It was difficult, and there was a lot of competition, but with the latest movie that he had starred in, "The Outbreak", people had started to know his name, to acknowledge him, and the award that he was about to receive was proof of this.
This, everything about this... It all felt so damned good.
"The winner of this category is..."
A hush fell upon the crowd. Deidara sat up a little straighter, anticipation curling up into a tight ball inside of him, the smirk on his face growing. He could even feel a bead of sweat slide down his neck - he was that excited. This was it. This was the moment that he had been waiting for. Recognition. Acknowledgement. There was no way he could lose. He had given his all in the movie. He had had most of the audience in fucking tears when the scene of his death came about. Confident, Deidara rose from his seat, ready to claim his award, when-
"... Itachi Uchiha."
"The winner of this category is Itachi Uchiha."
World famous actor, businessman, and model. Good-looking and talented, Itachi had it all. He was born into a good family, a family where there was a long line of talented actors and actresses. He was known and well-loved by all. Both men and women alike loved him. Children loved him. Even the elderly loved him. Should a person utter his name, it was only normal for gushing about his accomplishments to follow. From the moment he had become an overnight success with his first movie when he was only eight years old, Itachi's fame rapidly grew.
Now, at the age of twenty-two, the man had a long list of accomplishments. His movies always did well, his acting was always praised. He had his own designer brand. People would pay him millions just to model or advertise for a product of theirs. He had shelf upon shelf of awards. He was easily the highest paid person in the entertainment business. His salary, in one year, was in hundreds of millions, most of which he would donate to charity.
Itachi Uchiha was a name that just about everyone knew and loved.
Of course, there would always be those that disliked him. Those that thought that he was overrated, that he was just another good-looking face with nothing else to offer. Deidara was one of them. He disliked Itachi. He hated him.
To him, Itachi was his rival.
And it had been that way for years now.
Oh, that was it. Deidara closed the book that he had been reading and rubbed his temples, feeling exhaustion tugging at his bones. There was no way he would be able read, especially not with that racket going on. Honestly, that bastard should have some consideration. Scowling, Deidara looked over his shoulder. Just listening to that man's voice playing on the television speakers was enough to make his blood boil.
"Hidan, turn the TV off."
"What? I'm at the best part!"
"I don't care. Just turn it off, un! It's annoying me!"
"... How the hell is a TV able to annoy you?"
Deidara could feel his eye twitch. If you want something done, you have to do it your own damned self. Hidan could be such an idiot at times. Fed up, he stood up and walked over to the couch that Hidan sat upon.
"Seriously, you should watch this with me. That Itachi dude is fucking amazing here! Did you see the way he just shot that guy without even batting an eyelid?"
Deidara picked up the remote control.
"And that is exactly why I won't watch it with you."
He turned the television off, causing the screen to go blank right when there was a close-up of a raven-haired man.
"Wha-? What the hell, Deidara-chan?"
But Deidara was having none of that. "I told you to turn it off. This is my apartment, we go by my rules, hm." He scowled. "When are you going to go back home? It's already late, and I need my sleep!"
"Geez, just because you don't like the guy..." Hidan muttered.
Deidara glowered at him. "What did you say?"
"Nothing, nothing!" Hidan held his hands up. Once he was sure that Deidara was not going to hit him, he spoke again. "You know." A smirk took over the annoyed expression that was present on Hidan's face just a moment ago. "You really should be nicer to me, Princess."
"Shut up and move," Deidara ordered.
Hidan did so, allowing Deidara to plop himself down next to him.
"I don't even know why an idiot like you are my manager, un," the blond grumbled as he laid back against the cushioned seat.
"It's because you love me."
Yes... That was right. You had read that sentence correctly - the idiot part, not the love part, mind you. The idiot that was currently lounging on his couch, eating his chips and drinking a bottle of beer was his manager. He did not know why he did not just fire the bastard. Hidan was loud, annoying, rude, an idiot, a heavy drinker and smoker, and he gave Deidara stupid nicknames for the heck of it. In short, if Deidara were to ever get high blood pressure, Hidan would be the reason for it.
The thought of firing Hidan had occurred to him many times, but getting another manager was too troublesome, and besides, even if he was annoying, Hidan did his job well. Also, Hidan was the one who had spotted him and brought him into the world of acting, so he was grateful to him for that. Though it took awhile, they were now finally able to talk to each other without tearing each other's throats out. Most of the time.
Really, it was a miracle that Hidan was still alive right now.
"Again, you better be nicer to me, Princess."
If he was not so tired, Deidara would have long kicked Hidan in the crotch.
"I've changed my mind. Shut up and get out of my house, un."
Hidan wrinkled his nose. "So unpleasant," he commented. "See, this is exactly why you're single. Your fuse is too damned short." Deidara snorted at this, knowing all too well that Hidan himself was not a very patient man – the way the man got into a rage every time someone other than Deidara dared to belittle him (or his beloved Jashin. Deidara never attempted to belittle him, though) was proof of this. "If you'd just lighten up a little, maybe more people would ask you out. The only way anyone would be interested in you is if they're deaf." Then, he added, sniggering, "... or imaginary."
Blue eyes glared at Hidan angrily, but Hidan still had that annoying smirk plastered on his face, as though daring Deidara to snap at him. But then, Deidara's eyes slid from Hidan's face to the brown envelope on his lap.
"What's that, un?" He pointed.
"That's my crotch. You like it?"
Deidara whacked him upside the head – "Ow!". "You know exactly what I'm talking about!" he snapped.
His lower lip stuck out in a pout, Hidan rubbed the back of his head, where Deidara had hit him. "That hurts," he complained. But he held the envelope up anyway. And waved it in front of Deidara's face. "Give me ten bucks and I might just tell you. Throw in a can of beer, and it's five bucks."
"I'm already paying you for being a shitty manager. I'm not paying you for that."
Hidan pulled the envelope back. "Well, then I guess you'll never know what's inside."
The glare on Deidara's face deepened, but instead of losing his temper, like he so obviously wanted to, he held up three fingers.
"Huh?" Hidan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"I'm gonna count to three. If you don't tell me what's in that envelope, I'll beat you up and kick you out of here myself."
"Ha ha!" Hidan snorted. "You're funny, kid."
Deidara lowered one finger.
"As if a midget like you would be able to do anything."
He lowered a second finger.
"Seriously, I can kick your ass any day. I just haven't gotten round to it 'cause I'm getting money from you."
"Two and a half."
He lowered the third finger halfway.
"... You're not serious, are you?"
"Okay, okay!" Hidan pushed the envelope into Deidara's hands, ignoring the triumphant smile on his face. "Here it is! It's a fucking script!"
The smile slowly disappeared, giving way to a chuckle. "A script?" Curious, he opened the envelope and pulled out a sheaf of papers. When he saw the title at the top of the page, the blond immediately stopped chuckling. Deidara's eyes widened, and his hands shook ever so slightly. His eyes widened even more when he saw the printed name of the director below the title.
"This... this is..." he said in disbelief.
"Yeap." Hidan placed his hands at the back of his head, resuming his air of smugness. "I did good, didn't I? You've been without a role for months. This is your lucky break, so you better not screw it up. I had a hell of a time trying to get you an appointment. Audition's in two weeks. You owe me lunch."
Deidara was speechless. He just could not believe it.
"What?" Hidan said. "No hug? No thank you? No kiss- no, wait, don't give me a kiss, I don't even swing that way- Ack!"
Excited, Deidara had hugged him. Hard. "Thank you, un!" Holding the script close to his chest, he stood up before speeding off to his bedroom, leaving behind a bewildered Hidan on the couch. "I'm gonna practice right now!"
"Heh..." After coming down from his initial shock, Hidan chuckled. "Silly kid... He can be so cute sometimes."
As if on cue, Deidara pushed the door to his bedroom open and poked his head out. "Oh, and, Hidan, un?"
"I still want you out of my house."
And then he slammed the door shut.
... So much for being cute.
Even after reading the title of the movie that he might, no, will, star in was not enough to convince him that this was really happening. He did not really know what Ethereal was about, but he knew enough about it to know that it was the talk of the entertainment business, that it was a remake of some famous old movie and that it was going to be directed by the one and only Tsunade. Movies directed by her spawned more awards, and famed actors and actresses than he could count on his ten fingers. The woman was a freaking legend. Any person that managed to get a role in any of her movies should consider themselves lucky. From what he had heard, the auditions were brutal.
Deidara was on the bed, lying on his stomach, the script propped in front of him. He took in a deep breath, and opened it, his eyes eagerly devouring its contents. There were only about three pages with two scenes in it, and apparently, he had to create his own monologue on the character. There was also a small summary of what the movie was about.
Ethereal... It was a love story about a student and a ghost. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly. Well, it was not something that he usually did – he had never acted in anything remotely romantic before, most of the movies he had acted in were action movies, or thrillers – but he could deal with it. It was about damned time he acted in something different anyway - he did not want to be typecasted. So, he went on reading. From what he could tell from the script, the character he was supposed to play was one of the main characters. The student. Alright. That was good. He kept on reading, then paused. Wait a minute... He reread that paragraph. The part where the student was talking to the ghost.
The ghost was supposed to be a he?
So this was supposed to be a gay movie?
Deidara bit his bottom lip.
He closed the script.
Anything for his art. He could deal with kissing some random guy on-screen if he had to.
It was not like his costar was going to be anyone that mattered. To him, a costar was a costar, and nothing more. Right now, the only thing that mattered was nailing the audition. Hidan may have gotten him an appointment, but he still had to ace it.
And with that, Deidara hugged the sheaf of papers close to his chest once more, then lay down with his back on the bed. A grin crept up on his lips. He could almost kiss the papers. He had a good feeling about this movie. A really, really, really good feeling. Like there was nothing that could possibly ruin it, or get in his way of obtaining that coveted role.
This was one role that that stupid Uchiha was not going to take away from him. He was sure of it.
Itachi was fast asleep when his cell phone rang. Who on Earth...? he thought, as he slowly broke out of his slumber. His mind still clouded with sleep, he reached out for the gadget that was set on the coffee table in front of the couch. He flipped it open and held the cell phone against his ear. He could barely keep the sleepiness out of his voice when he spoke;
"Itachi Uchiha speaking."
"Ah, Mr. Uchiha. It's Shizune here – the one in charge of casting?" a woman's voice crackled at the other end of the line.
Itachi frowned, not completely awake. He was still getting over his jet lag. Shizune... He tried to retrieve that name from his memory bank. Shizune... Ah. An image of a dark-haired woman came to mind. She had been carrying a little pet pig with her that day. He sat up a bit more. "For the movie Ethereal?"
"Yes, the very one," she said. She sucked in a breath, trying to contain her excitement. "I'm just calling to inform you that you've got the role. Congratulations!"
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine.