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Tuesday: Hair

"Deidara!" Sakura screamed. "God dammit, Deidara!" She stomped down the hall past the rooms of the other Akatsuki members, who sleepily stuck their heads out to see what the racket was about. Bursting through the door of Deidara and Sasori's room, she stood next to the side of his bed and tore the covers off of the sleeping blonde, proceeding to then lift the side of the mattress and flip him over.

"Wuh…?" Deidara said drowsily from the floor. "Sakura, what are you doing here, yeah?"

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you?! Don't use my goddamn shampoo and conditioner!"

Deidara was suddenly wide awake. "I don't know what you're talking about, yeah!"

"You lying bastard, you even used my hairbrush!"

"I didn't do it!" He said indignantly, subtly bringing one hand to the pouch of clay hidden under his bed. It was for emergencies only, and this was definitely an emergency.

"You left your freaking blond hair in it and you still have the guts to deny?!" she raised the condemning brush to show him the thin strands of glossy blond hair caught in it. There was a small crowd of Akatsuki men standing in the doorway, watching everything that was happening with an amused expression. One of them was chuckling.

"I really wasn't me, yeah!"

Sakura growled and chucked the hairbrush at Deidara's forehead. He ducked just in time to avoid a concussion. "I can't believe I missed," she muttered under her breath. Full-blown laughter could be heard coming from the hallway now.

"I swear, Sakura, it wasn't!"

"If you're lying to me…" she growled.

"I'm not." Deidara said seriously. Sakura turned around and pushed her way past the crowd. She made her way back to her own room, slamming her door. The little audience gradually dispersed to do whatever it was that they needed to do soon after. Sasori trudge out of the room, leaving his blond partner to stare at the hairbrush with a strange look on his face.


Kakuzu walked out of his room just in time to see Sakura slam her door. Moving over to Hidan, who was laughing his head off in the doorway of the bomber and the puppeteer's room, he glanced at his white haired partner, Deidara, the hairbrush, and the door leading to Sakura's room. Raising one eyebrow, he gave the delighted immortal a look and said, "You…"

"Fuck yeah."

"Where'd you get his hair?"

"Bastard sheds like a dog."

"And the brush?"

"Sakura's a deep sleeper."

"Is that it?"

"I dumped her shampoo and conditioner into the toilet."

"Those were thirty dollars a bottle."

Hidan frowned. "Damn."

Kakuzu sighed and walked away.


Tee hee hee… I liked this chapter a lot. Not much to say, though. Review!

-Red