The room is dark, as the curtains blocked every possible drop of light entering the room. It has been visible that it was emptied. Only one figure seemed to move, working on his table. Or to be more clear, a certain blue-eyed blonde's figure still wasn't resting.

Deidara sighed as he finally managed to finish his newest creation- a baby sparrow. It was so tiny, it was probably the smallest creation Deidara could ever think of. He kept looking at it, anger growing with every past second. He groaned in frustration and disappointment.

"I hate artist's blockage" he mumbled angrily in a tired tone, seemed like he overworked himself. This search of inspiration has happened 3rd time this week, but he still didn't realize it.

"Maybe I need some sleep-" he said, being cut off by a large yawn, which was the warning signal of a usual travel to his dreams, where only he and his art could live peacefully without any consequences. Or, at least, it was supposed to be so.

Not only Deidara was the "moving" figure in the silent room. It wasn't Tobi. It could have been noisy if he was there, and as for Sasori- it could have been too quiet. So, what could have it been this all time? It was a certain un-living person- the worldwide famous creation- the door. This door wasn't just a door keeping a room locked. He had that large, grinning expression, seemed to think of something he really wanted to do or see. All of the sudden he began laughing an evil and silent "ku-ku-ku", as he was going to carry on his scheme. Was the door Orochimaru, Jiraya, another known pervert wanting to rape our character? No, this door was no other than-

"Tobi, what are you doing beside the door?"

"But Tobi is a good boy!"

"I don't care, MOVE AWAY!"

The door immediately stopped laughing, knowing a sound explosion would come. Before he even managed thinking of the infamous word "shit", he was slammed on the wall thanks to a certain puppeteer.

"Stop that or else!" Sasori angrily waved his hand, really keeping on his words. "No wonder Deidara is so short tempered!" He said rather loudly, until he found something, or to be correct- someone having the loudest snoring of all the Akatsuki hideout.

"Deidara?" The puppeteer asked in his same, plain tone, finally got the picture clear- Deidara is sleeping at a nice mor- I mean 10 o'clock, while their usual Akatsuki's Saturday morning feast had to begin in the following half an hour.

'He ruined MY plan!' Our ''un-living'' door thought. It was definitely hiding something, but since Sasori was in there, he couldn't just show his plan. That's Sasori we're speaking of. But wait- how did the door knew that was Sasori?!

Meanwhile, back to dreamland, where you can see a forest made of clay. Deidara walked around excitedly like he was Alice, who looked around the Wonderland. Until, something caught him off attention and made his eyes go wide- this was nothing other than the creation he needed to kill his art block- a clay explosive. It was 10 meters tall, and it actually looked like his C3 explosive, but this time it had a beak and a few of its head feathers were going straight up.

"This is It. T-this must be…Exploded" Deidara said as he looked at the hole thing. He couldn't believe that he, the greatest artist of the hole shinobi world, was stuck in a silly art block just when his mind could thing of that majestic creation?!

As he said his sentence, he got his left hand in his trademark position. He was ready to make this his ultimate art…

"Deidara"

Deidara slowly opens his eyes, but all he sees is his ultimate creation, ready to be made into Art.

"Deidara"

This monotone voice called him again, and as Deidara blinked, he could still see his wonderland, this time snowing. Of course, the "Alice" didn't know that these "snowflakes" are those dots that come up shortly after you wake up.

"K-katsu" the boy mumbled, still half conscious.

"Katsu?" Sasori asked. He clearly had no idea why would someone say that after you wake up.

'Nuuu-' The door yelled in his twisted mind, knowing what will happen in this next moment…

BOOOOOOOOM

As the door was closing, it coughed up some dust. Aparrently, the artists' room needed to be cleaned up, AGAIN.

"What the %&$&9%*#!$^…" Hidan sweared, being the first one to react to this madness

"Shut the ^&$! Up, Hidan" answered another voice

"You shut the ^%$ up, Kakuzu damn it!" the Jashinist yelled up again

"I am not cleaning his mess!" a rather young female voice stood up. You heard her. She won't clean someone else's mess.

"Uuum…it wasn't Tobi…it was Zetsu!"

"Why me?"

"This place lacks any form of silence…and hatred" yet another voice settled up onto this Room-wide discussion.

As the almighty Sir Leader- aka Pein, was watching soap opera in his bedroom, he cleared his voice in frustration, and spoke up as loud, so the "noisy" members could hear what was he saying:

"Whoever speaks up again, will deal with Fluffy"

Silence. That was it. He scared them just with the warning that a tiny beige guinea pig would do something to them. Shame on Pein.

"Now, to see what will Rebecca say to Maxim" Pein said to himself, as he stuffed up even more popcorn in his mouth.

Meanwhile, back to our beloved artists' room, the mess has massively taken over to the neatly-before-a-few-minutes-done room. Every single thing has become black and dusty. Who knew the tiny sparrow Deidara created could massively destroy this? Imagine if that was even tinier- the entire hideout could've blown away!

Sasori stood up slowly, a little bit trembling, and got the dust of his eyes and hair- he just washed it this morning!

"T-this brat!" He slowly thought before someone else's coughing interrupted him.

"Oh…my head." Deidara said, as he looked around the room. "Sasori no Danna, were we attacked or something, hmm? I was sleeping and, heh, you know" Deidara sheepishly rubbed his head.

Oh he was so going to get it…again.

To Be Continued...