Chapter One

The shafts of sunlight slowly crept along the walls, hour-by-hour, until their inevitable cast fell onto a still form. It twitched, slowly raising a hand to slowly pull the covers from the form. Hidan looked out, wincing as the light painfully caught in his eyes. His breath light, and throat parched, he heaved his stiff legs over the edge of his little bed. Hidan swayed, his head light from still being partially asleep. Feeling a need for a quick drink, he made his way past the cluttered floor and to the door. He barely was able to touch his fingers to the knob, when suddenly, "Hidan-chan! You're awake!"

Deidara had the door already open, a smirk placed sarcastically upon his features. Groaning, Hidan began an interrogation, "Why are you up so early? What time did you get up?" Deidara shrugged casually, his skin-tight fishnets moving with his thin form. "Four," he looked down, his bright eyes still keeping their focus with Hidan's. Aghast, Hidan looked down at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you? How could you-" "Well, alright; four as of yesterday.. I don't really sleep much.."

Hidan's eyes narrowed in mutiny at Deidara's sleeping habits. "You have issues, Deidara-chan. Big ones." Walking out of the room into the hall, he closed the door with a slam. "Hey, Deidara, do we have any rice cakes left? You know, the glazed ones that are round and kinda flat?" Deidara raised his head at his questions, looking up to fully meet his pink gaze. "Um, no. I ate them for a snack last night.. It was either that or, well, that stuff Kisame likes to eat."

Deidara felt Hidan's intense gaze borring down into his. "Deidara you little shit!" Hidan raised an arm as if to strike, and Deidara knew his cue all too well for when he pissed off Hidan. He quickly was ahead of him, feet pounding down the halls, curses streaming from Hidan. "I'm gonna kick your sorry little ass, Deidara!" Deidara looked over his shoulder slightly, almost laughing at Hidan's enraged face and moving lips. "Wait til I catch up you little fucker! I'll beat my cakes out of you, you little shity teenager!"

His hand jerked out, barely catching the edge of the wall as he was flung around the corner, still ahead of Hidan. As he ran, Deidara took the chances he had to pound on the walls or doors of the other members to wake them from their sleep; if Hidan's big mouth hadn't already. "You won't get me, Hidan-chan! You're too slow and bitchy!" Deidara laughed sarcastically and psychotically, almost as though mimicing Hidan.

Huffing and puffing, Hidan roared in rage at the fast blonde. "Shut the hell up, dipshit! You little pussy!" His feet seemed to slam into the ground, alot louder then Deidara's cheeky prance. Hidan looked through the corner of his eye, noting that he had just passed Itachi's room. That meant Deidara had passed Kisame's. It was only a corridor or two until they would be in the kitchen, and there he would have Deidara cut-off from any quick escapes. Smiling deviously at his scheme, he continued his rant, "Son of a bitch! Your pretty little Barbie-ass is almost out of places to run and hide now!"

Knowing the inevitable end, Deidara began thinking of ways to evade Hidan. With any luck, someone would be in the kitchen already. Leaping over a little mat to mark Zetsu's room, he quickly dashed to make it to the end of the corridor and into the kitchen. He could see the light from the open window, and could feel a breeze sweeping down the hall from it as well. It brushed against his face, and then he had leapt the last of the spaces between he and the open room.