Word count: 400.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Sometimes reconnaissance could be enjoyable. Trust Deidara to find ways of making it enjoyable.
She came down every evening at exactly 7:15, like clockwork. She was always punctual.
Deidara had first noticed her the second day he was scoping out Sunagakure from the ground. Suna's climate was a lot like Iwa's, except much hotter, so he was relatively at home, but he was still bored. He needed something to do, and since his art tended to draw too much attention Deidara needed to find a hobby that would both occupy him and keep from detracting from reconnaissance.
He had been standing outside the Kazekage's tower when she came out the front door. She was a tall young woman, about Deidara's age, maybe a little younger. She wore a black yukata that fit close around the legs, with a wide, bright red silk obi wrapped around her waist. She stood tall and straight; she had dusty blonde hair pulled into four pigtails, healthy, glowing skin and forward dark green eyes. And in Deidara's opinion, she was very good-looking.
Suddenly, Sunagakure became much more interesting, and Deidara found the time to be outside the Kazekage's tower at 7:15 every evening.
She went to the restaurant down the street, the open-air restaurant that served oyakodon and roasted chestnuts; the girl liked simple fare, which surprised Deidara a little bit if the symbol on her handbag was any indication of her ancestry.
The bi-color circular symbol on her small, long-strapped black handbag indicated that she was a member of the Sabaku clan, but beyond that Deidara had no idea who she was, and he didn't know if he could use her as an inside agent yet. Since she was a Sabaku, that indicated that she was related to the Kazekage in some way, and there was always the risk that she feel the need to tell the Kazekage that the Akatsuki was in town if Deidara tried to include her in the plot.
So he didn't approach her. He felt no real inclination to, anyway; he was content.
Deidara had no idea who the girl was, but he loved to watch her.
It was nearly 7:15. She should be coming down soon.
And sure enough, the tall, black-clad girl came out of the door, meticulously making sure it shut behind her.
Deidara grinned. "Here she comes," he muttered. "The high point of my evening."
