: ] aww good old fashion Tag your 'it' ^.^

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Tag Your It!

The morning sun flitted through the window, shining on the sleeping figure. The blonde haired man slowly opened up his piercing blue eyes. Blinking a few times, he lifted himself up, brushing the blankets off that were tangled around his shirtless torso.

His pale abs, with the sunlight dancing across them, flexed as he yawned rather loudly. The mouths on his hands smacked their lips together rather rudely. He scanned the room, smiling in victory as he caught sight of his crumbled t-shirt on the floor near Tobi's bed.

Remembering the masked nuisance, Deidara listened closely, hearing only silence. Pure, uninterrupted silence.

"This is perfect, un." Deidara flashed a smile, soaking up the opportunity to have a moment alone. Perfect, welcomed si-

"Sempaiiiiiiii~!" The childish, masked man jumped into the bedroom, catching an annoyed look go across his Sempai's face. Worry raced across poor Tobi's mind as he thought of all the times the fiery blonde took his frustration and anger out on him.

'No, Tobi can't back down,' He thought as he gritted his teeth. 'This is to important!'

With his resolve renewed, he looked at the annoyed man. His blonde hair shimmered in the morning sunlight, his abs, rock hard, was softened by the light, his baby blue eyes half closed with grogginess, and his normal ponytail was gone replaced by a golden shroud cascading down his bare back, over his sloping shoulders, incasing his pale muscular face in a look of pure beauty.

Silence had awkwardly filled the room as Tobi observed the gorgeous man and Deidara shifted uncomfortably, confused about why Tobi wasn't being his usual hyper-self. Finally, Tobi steeled his nerve to do the unspeakable act….

*Poke*.. "Your it." Tobi said quietly.

"What?" Deidara asked raising his eyebrows in a quizzical manner.

"I've decided that your it." The smile was evident in his voice, even if it was hidden behind his swirly, orange mask. He turned on his heel and started to exit the room.

" You ruined my perfect morning to play a childish game, un? Your such a idi-"

" Do you remember when we were little," Tobi interrupted, stopping with his back facing Deidara, hand gripping the door frame. " When you liked someone all you had to do was tag them and they were 'it'. I've decided that you're my 'it' Dei-sama." And he left, closing the door softly as he went, leaving behind a blushing Deidara who pondered the meaning of tag and realizing that he's morning couldn't get any more perfect.