YOU STOLE MY HAIR-STYLE!
A/N: A bunch of Ino-bashing. Don't get me wrong, Ino's one of my favourites, but still! I couldn't resist. Deidara's way way awesomer. He's hot, too! Only a little, though. Don't like it? Don't read it genius! Enjoy and review.
Ino paced along the ridge of golden sand, her gaze sanning the surrounding dunes. Nothing, but a lump... wait, a lump? Someone with blonde hair, quite like her's was approaching at a rapid speed, slowly gaining more detail as it neared. Another few seconds passed, and then...
"DEIDARA!" She ran up, glaring and starting handsigns. The blonde bomber ran up, panting and stopped her handsigns.
"No, yamanaka. I'm here just to pass through. Hope you die in a hole! You stole my hair-style, you crazy bitch!" He threw the now shaking kunoichi into a deep valley in the dunes next to them. With a triumphant grin, he walked off, chuckling quietly.
A/N: No, this is not a DeiIno fic. Its a hate/hate thing. Please review!