AN: Haha, maybe I shouldn't be starting yet another fanfic while I have two others I need to update? Ahh well.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did, Deidara wouldn't be dead.

/AN

"Hidan."

"'The fuck do you want?" the violet eyed Jashinist sneered.

Kakuzu didn't flinch at the profanity. "Leader-sama wants to see you." he replied a monotone, heading towards the fridge.

Hidan sighed, dragging himself off a kitchen chair, and walked wearily towards the Leader's office.

"Yes, O Mighty One?" Hidan said as he walked in, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You wanted me?"

Pein scowled. He was getting sick of Hidan's lip. "Look Hidan, this isn't hard. You're the last person I would have picked, but I need this done quickly."

"Yeah yeah, save me your excuses. Give me the fucking mission already. You wanting me to kill someone or something?" Hidan said lazily, looking at his nails.

Laughing mirthlessly, Pein continued. "Not quite. We need a cleaner—"

Hidan snorted "No fucking shit."

"Hidan." Pein said threateningly.

"I'm shutting up, hurry up with your fucking mission description."

"Akatsuki needs a cleaner. The base is disgusting. All I need you to do is look through this" –he threw a newspaper into Hidan's lap- "and find someone suitable for the job. Them get them here. Not. Hard. You are excused."

Hidan stared at Leader-Sama. "What in the name of fucking Jashin-sama is wrong with you, seriously?! Have you never heard of a fucking phone?! And anyway, I'm a fucking elite ninja and you're expecting me to ferry some maid around?! FUCK YOU!" He shouted, as he slammed the door.

Pein sighed and rubbed his temples. The door opened. Looking up, he let himself smile briefly as he saw who entered. But only briefly.

"Konan."

"Hai, Nagato-Sama."

"Remind me why I put up with Hidan?"

"His incredible hand to hand combat skills, extensive knowledge of weaponry and ability to regenerate, Nagato-sama."

"Hn."

Hidan collapsed onto a sofa in the main room of the base. You couldn't deny that the base needed a bit of a clean up. Maybe that was an understatement. The floor was littered with rubbish, packets from take-out they'd had months ago, cans, screwed up pieces of paper, explosive clay... He'd have to talk to Deidara about that. Edging away from said clay, he looked at the newspaper in his hand. He cleared the coffee table, pushing some food wrappers onto the floor. Unfolding the paper, he flattened it out on the table, smoothing out the creases, before flipping to the jobs sections. Skimming over the possible applicants, he saw one that stuck out from all the others.

I'm Temari.
I don't know what I'm meant to put on this, but to be blunt,
I need the money.
I'll do pretty much anything, as long as it's not inappropriate.
If you're interested, call me.

Hidan smirked. Everyone else in this damn paper promised him that 'all his cleaning dreams would come true' and shit like that. The ads were overcomplicated, with loopy writing and pink frills. He was drawn to the simplicity of this one.

"Temari."

Hidan almost purred the name.

"I wonder if she's hot."

Sorry it's so short. It just felt like a good place to end the chapter. :3