1The Akatsuki's New Problem.

Chapter One:

Art is a Bang

All was well in the Akatsuki base. It was quiet. The few members who were up were happily sipping on coffee, watching a new report on their most recent terrorizing mission. They were reduced to only terrorizing villages, not hunting Bijuu, because of their new priority which was currently rushing down the stairs causing un-necessary noise. Children. Two blond haired teenagers burst into the living room, shrieking at each other. One was a boy of medium height, with deep blue eyes and a small ponytail at the top of his head, with the rest falling over his shoulders in blond waves, except for a section of hair covering his left eye.

The girl looked almost exactly like him. She was an inch shorter than him, but carried herself as if she were taller. But, unlike her brother, she had red eyes. Now, usually these two teens got along very well, united in their hatred against many other kids of the Akatsuki. But, when they were fighting the whole base usually knew about it.

"Rikku-Baka! Give me back my pencils, yeah!" the boy yelled at her.

"Not until you give me back my clay pouch, Daisuke!" she shrieked back.

"I didn't steal your clay, Rikku, I have my own!" he insisted. "Why would I want your clay? Now give me back my paintbrush, un!" he yelled, reaching out to grab the paintbrush in her hand. But, before he could grab it, she jumped back, holding the crimson paintbrush up in the air.

"Come and get it!" she taunted.

But, before he could react, another hand shot out and grabbed the paintbrush. A tall, blond man in his thirties was now holding the paintbrush, glaring at the two kids who happened to be his two, obnoxiously loud, twin children. "Will you two shut up, un?!" he demanded. "Now, what is going on, yeah?" he asked, glaring at the two children. Deidara hated when his kids argued, they never shut up.

The two children started shooting their mouths off, their quick, loud sentences filled with insults, yeahs, uns, and other loud complaints, like, "She took my paintbrush."

"Only because he took my clay." she would retort.

"Did not!" he said heatedly.

"Did so!" she yelled.

Deidara held up a hand to quiet his children. When they finally shut up, he put a hand to his face. "Oi... You two kids can be so annoying. Rikku-Chan, he didn't take your clay. I did. You left it out again and Terra almost got into it." he said, pointing to the young girl playing with a doll nearby. "Tobi would be furious if he found out you almost got his daughter killed, un, let's just say... He wouldn't be a good boy any more." he said. "Your clay is up in my room, Rikku, look under the bed. Here Daisuke." he said, thrusting the paint brush back at Daisuke. "Now go, and shut up. Remember we have training this afternoon." he said, an evil glint in his one visible eye.

Daisuke growled and stalked off, brush clenched in his hand. "I told her I didn't take it..." he muttered.

Deidara let out a small sigh as he watched the two kids stalk off. "They're so annoying..." he muttered. "Although, I do see their reasons for fighting. Art is as bang, un." he said with a small smile on his face.

Daisuke smirked as he walked by his sister. "Told ya I didn't take it!" he taunted.

Rikku shot a glare back at her brother. Boy... If looks could kill... "Alright, Alright, I forgive you Daisuke-Baka." she said with a smile, still adding the insulting prefix 'baka' at the end of his name. Daisuke ignored the baka and smiled back at his sister. "It's ok. Now, let's go tease Satoshi-Kun, shall we?" he said with a smirk.