The night was cold. The stone road was gray and wet. The crimson haired man walked through the crowd, trying to get to his small workshop and home. He turned to an alley and started to walk slowly through it, his dark brown cloak swaying behind him as he walked. The man looked at the sky with deep brown eyes that, though they were empty, shone with silver. "It's beginning to rain again." He walked on.

There was a blonde boy, no more than 19, staring at the gray sky. He was alone, as it always had seemed to be. He sat in the same alley the crimson haired boy walked through moments before. "acerbus ratio , tripudio fossor*." He smiled bitterly as he looked up at the darkened sky.

Sasori walked through his quaint little home. It wasn't much, but it did him well. He looked over to his large, old wooden desk on a wall filled with books. His house served him as a workshop and store were he sold puppets, paint, canvas, and other art supplies and art. He walked to a door next to his desk and walked into it were a dome shaped window parallel to a medium sized bed next to a dresser and bathroom welcomed him. He sighed and took off his cloak as he walked over to his bed and sat with his knees tucked under his chin. He let his thoughts drift as he looked out the large window looking out towards a lighthouse on a cliff. Still raining, the cerulean ocean gleamed as the moon shone through holes in the dark clouds, making the fading crimson paint look burgundy where cascaded down the lighthouse. Sasori looked at the sight before him and sighed. He appreciated the beauty of this eternal sight. He took out a sketchbook from a dresser drawer and began to draw the scene. He loved things that could last forever. That's why he drew a lot. He loved puppets and painting as well. He lived for his art, but then, he never had a choice. That was all there ever was for him to live for…

Deidara sat there, thinking about what had happened earlier that day. "What right do they have, un?" he jumped to his feet into a defensive position as someone ran into the ally. "Blondie! Where the hell have you been?! Do you know how long I've been looking for you?!" deidara dropped his stance when he realized it was just his dear friend hidan. Magenta eyes looked the blonde up and down. "How long have you been in the rain?" he said softly. Deidara scoffed. "Since it started, un."

"Whatever then. Let's leave. Kakuzu said you could stay in the floor above the bar. You have no idea how long it took me to convince him to let you stay without paying rent!"

Deidara chuckled at this. "Fine then, let go, un." Deidara grabbed hidan's arm and began to walk towards kakuzu's tavern. Hidan couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt.

Sasori looked at the final product of his drawing. He liked it, but he never was completely satisfied with his drawings. He always found some imperfection he wasn't willing to fix. He had spent only two hours on the mirror image on the paper he held. It was only 9:00 so he decided to tinker his puppets for another hour and then try to fall into an unrestful sleep.

Deidara and Hidan reached the tavern. They sneaked into the back entrance. Kakuzu was waiting for them at one of the tables. "You guys are lucky fools. I closed shop early just to sneak you in here with no problems. I even had to dodge the centuries!"

"They were here?" deidara inquired quietly. The albino of the group turned his gaze to deidara for a moment. Then to Kakuzu with a pleading look on his face that was answered with a smirk. "Don't worry, deidara. I told them I closed shop to keep you out and there's a bounty for you, so they are pretty confident I won't betray them. How wrong they are." hidan smiled and walked over beside kakuzu, who put his arm around his albino lover. Deidara smiled. "Thank you. I don't know where I'd be without you two, un." Deidara walked up the all too familiar stairs to the upstairs apartment. He was followed by hidan. "I'll be up in a bit hidan. I have to do bank."

"'Kay" once both deidara and hidan reached the living room, hidan took the lead and led him to his new room.

"This is where you'll stay. We have clothes for you, as you know." Hidan smirked. Deidara stayed there much before, so this was really nothing new. Hidan's expression faltered when he saw deidara's face as the blonde sat on the bed. The ice-eyed boy said nothing and stared at the floor. "I need to go to sleep, so I'll see you." hidan turned to leave and as he was about to open the door, deidara spoke. "Do you think I'll ever get away, un? Do you think they'll stop looking for me, un?" hidan sighed as he closed his eyes, fighting back a few tears. "I don't know deidara. Somnus puteus unto crastinus*."

He shut off the light as he took his leave.

Deidara stripped down to his thankfully dry boxers and got into bed.

"Somnus puteus unto crastinus, my frater." The misfortuned blonde whispered as he fell into an uneasy sleep.

A/N: ok, the first Latin phrase means "bitter judgment, dancing fools" the second means "sleep well unto the marrow" and the third is the same as the second, only with an added "my brother". Hidan and deidara aren't really brothers, but they are as close as brothers. You'll understand why as the story unravels I'll try to update soon. and beware, the plot isn't planned. I'm making it up as I go along. Keep that in account when you critique.