Disclaimer: Yes, I'm still on And same as always, I do not own Naruto or any of the other characters, as much as I want to. But I do own this fanfic!

Take note: there's a high chance this fanfiction may contain yaoi in the later chapters, so if u don't like yaoi, don't get hooked. The author cannot be held responsible for any of the consequences!

Oh yeah, final note: Sasori is in his original, young shinobi-human-not-puppet state. I just didn't think that Deidara would be really happy talking to a puppet. After all, i'm constantly abusing him here.

He had never expected it to become this way. Maybe later on, if he was caught, he could blame it on Sasori or Kisame or just SOMEONE ELSE besides him. Unfortunately, he wasn't caught or in trouble yet. It was more of he was a quarter-millimeter away from crossing the line of properness and goodness.

"Oh...my...god..." He was peeking into the room of the Uchiha. Why was he doing this? According to everyone else, he was ordered to just go knock on the Uchiha's door and give him this package. Who the hell sent this package to that Uchiha who wouldn't even look inside it anyways? But then, the world is always forever filled with mysteries that even he couldn't understand. For example: Why would Itachi be getting a box from Sees Candy? Why did he leave his door about two inches open for anyone to look in? Why wasn't he wearing his cloak? How does he keep his desk so neat and clean (mine's so dirty)?

He watched in silence as the Uchiha reached over and grabbed a bottle of clear water, the slender muscles moving in a sleek, fluid motion as the long fingers came down onto the plastic. The slender six-pack on his stomach was the clear evidence of what many years of training will do to you. More questions filled his mind: How does Itachi stay so thin? Who did he inherit his rugged good looks from? How many bench-presses can he do? But none of them came close to the ultimate question:

WHAT THE HELL IS ITACHI DOING PACING AROUND HIS ROOM WITHOUT HIS SHIRT ON?

"What are you doing there?" He froze, the onyx eyes of the Uchiha looking at the crack of the door, at the poor person watching. Slowly, he sat up and made his way towards the door, hand outstretched for the handle. As he pulled the door opened, the person waited for the scolding and final blow. By now, you would have expected him to be used to it. After all, all the other members had always loved making fun at him. That's why he was chosen to give Itachi his package in the first place.

Instead, a hand gently patted his soft blond hair. Itachi gave him a mild look, "Oh, it's you Deidara. What did they try to do to you this time?"

WTF?!?

Noticing Deidara's confusion, he sighed, "Look, I'm tired of them always picking on you so just tell me what's wrong."

"Eh... Nothing's wrong Itachi-sama!" And can you please stop patting my head like that? It's starting to, um, freak me out... a lot. However, before he could say anything else, the Uchiha took the box out of his hands, "Finally it came."

"So YOU ordered this?"

"What did you think?"

"Um... it was one of your groupies who sent it. Besides, I never knew you like sweets." Itachi turned back towards his room, "I don't." Deidara felt himself hesitate momentary, "You... don't? Then why did you buy it?" To his surprise, Itachi just gestured him to come in. He felt himself blink once again. He's acting... nice. Is this a trick? No, the only time Itachi actually makes fun of someone is... actually I don't know when he'll make fun of someone. He's always so serious. That means... someone must have put him to do it? Kakuzu? Hidan? Zetsu? Or is it...

"Will you stop getting all high on yourself and decide if you're coming or not?"

"W-what... the hell..." Everything seemed to go into a dream like state. Uchiha Itachi, who he never had feelings for, was causing his own heart to ache. What kind of cruel trick was this? Unless, it wasn't a trick...

NOOO!!! I'M STRAIGHT GODDAMIT!

"WAAAA!!!" The next second, he found himself back in the living room, sprawled out on Sasori's lap. His friend poked his cheek, "Are you okay?" He let out a small whimper of fright, "I-Itachi's acting weird." Kisame barely glanced at him, "Oh, that bastard. In all the time I've been paired with him, he has mood swings as fast as the wind. One second calm, the next he..."

"No, not like that." Now everyone was looking at him strange. Sasori poked his cheek again, "Why exactly did you take off like that." This time, Deidara was irritated, "He was acting weird." He sat up straight (still noticeably sitting on Sasori's lap). His friend just smiled, trying to act cheerful and hide his urge to hit the other artist, "I think you should just go to your room and take a nice, long nap."

"But..."

"NOW!" As fast as he ran from Itachi, Deidara found himself being kicked into his own, clay-covered bedroom.

As he sat in the room listening to all the commotion going on outside, Uchiha Itachi calmly set down the box of chocolates on his desk. There was a huge crash. He smiled, "Seems as though Deidara's got himself into trouble again." Typical...

As he gazed outside, a slim, orange cat sleeked out from the dark-green bushes. It calmly meowed, before sitting down and washing itself.

That reminds me: who exactly did I buy those chocolates for?

End of part I.

Author's note:

Finally done! Wow, a really long and time consuming chapter. It took me two months to write this. I'm really stuck ;. I want to continue it, but if not enough people rate it, then I may just make this into a one-shot. So if you want me to continue, you all know what to do.

Thanks!