~ Inside Your Head ~

I don't own 'Naruto', but don't we all wish we did?

Deidara shivered, as the wind rushed past him, carrying the scent of rainfall, mingled with metallic blood. Rain precipitated heavily on the blond, as he tried to pull up his cloak collar, to keep his hair dry, proving no such luck. He grunted in frustration, as he turned to his older partner.

Sasori was forced to leave his outer shell, his puppet Hiruko, due to the heavy rain fall. Hiruko was in desperate need of repairment, and the rain would only worsen the condition. He loathed being exposed like this, almost as much as he loathed to be kept waiting/keep others waiting.

After some time, the red head finally realized Deidara's eyes were on him, and coldly responded to him with an, "What is it, brat?"

Deidara flinched slightly at his master's harsh tone, but merely shook it off.

"I was just wondering if we could stop for the night, Sasori-danna. Kumogakure isn't much farther anyway, un." The Iwa missing-nin answered, not really expecting Sasori to reply with a 'yes'. Deidara learned long ago that the man usually never stopped, unless it was of extreme importantance.

It was worth a shot though. Even if Sasori was a puppet, he was still affected by weather conditions, right?

Sasori, though he hated to admit it, but Deidara was right. Kumogakure was approximately 11.6 miles away, about 144 minutes was how long it'd take for them to walk that, if it continued to rain.

It was getting late, the sky was darkening by each minute that ticked by. Meaning it'd be harder to follow the path. The best thing to do now was rent an inn to stay in, and advance in the morning.

"I suppose that'd be alright..." Sasori sighed, giving in to the bomb specialist. Deidara grinned, and raced ahead, scouting for the closest hotel he could find. Sasori rolled his eyes, and slowly followed after him.

A while later, they found a suitable place. It was a small inn, but it had a cozy, cottage feel to it. The inn was perched on top of raised land, with oak trees, and surrounded by flowers such as carnations, and pansies.

To Deidara, it was heaven. To Sasori, it was nothing special, but it had to do for the time being.

Deidara walked up to the receptionist's desk, and rang the reception bell, more times then was necessary. Finally, a young woman with windswept bangs, brown pigtails, and emerald green eyes clutched his hand.

"I'm here, sir, there's no further need to ring that." She snapped, acid dripping off her voice. Deidara backed up slowly, and stood behind a smirking Sasori. (That rhymed! XD)

The puppet master cleared his throat, "We need a room, preferably with two beds." He demanded, more than asked. To get what he wanted, Sasori felt being pushy, and aggressive was the only way. Especially if you're dealing with bitchy service workers.

The girl huffed, and dropped a room key labeled: Room 154 in his hands.

"Your room is #154, please make yourself at home." Deidara resisted the urge to flip her off, as he accompanied Sasori to their room.

The room itself was...Smallerthan Deidara pictured. It was also incredibly bleak. There were two beds, back against the wall, with only a nightstand to separate them. Pictures were hung on the walls for decoration, though they were just paintings of fruit. There was also a small window in the corner left, center, but it let in very little light. Finally, there was one bathroom, on the opposite wall of the beds.

Deidara claimed the bed closest to the window, and collapsed on top of it, brutally exhausted.

"I'm beat, un." He breathed, kicking off his ninja shoes. All he wanted to do now was crawl under the covers, and get some sleep.

Sasori sat down on the opposite bed, quirked an eyebrow, and looked over towards his partner.

"You know we're going back out, right?" The Suna missing-nin stated, running a hand through his maroon locks.

"What? Why?" Deidara shot up, not hiding the groan that escaped his lips.

"We need to get some supplies, and I'm sure you're hungry." Without his consent, Deidara's stomach growled in agreement. He gave Sasori a meek smile, which he in turned, frowned at.

Deidara slipped his shoes back on, and they both ventured to the outside world once more.

They walked beside each other in almost complete silence, except for the sound of munching, coming from Deidara. He was enjoying a stick of deep-fried eomuk, smiling to himself as he chewed. This slightly annoyed/intrigued Sasori. How could someone be so happy?

Sasori couldn't remember a time when he was truly happy. Well, he could have, but it brought back too many painful memories.

That was the one thing he envied, yes envied, about the blond. He was always had a smile plastered on his face, and always seem to have an optimistic approach on everything he did. Sasori inwardly wondered what it would be like to feel that way.

Too lost in his thoughts, Sasori didn't realize that Deidara had stopped walking. The red head whipped around to see why.

"Wait, Danna! Look at that, un!" Deidara pointed to a purple tent, a foot away from them. The tent had stars, and crescent moon designs, and had a beaded entrance. It reminded Sasori of a hippie tent.

He read the sign that was nearby.

"'Enter at your own risk, for a mighty witch lurks ahead.' Deidara, only a complete idiot would fall for that." Sasori turned around to see that the blond had disappeared.

That's when it hit him; his partner was a complete idiot.

A woman with long, sliver, braided hair, and charcoal, black eyes greeted them once they entered through the beads, and into the tent. She gave them a toothy smile, revealing that she didn't have many.

"Hello dearies, I'm Madam Rosalie, welcome." Deidara smiled, and shook her hand. Sasori didn't appear quite as eager.

"Are you really a witch, un?" Asked Deidara, his visible eye was wide, with child-like innocence shinning from it. The old woman's smile widened.

"Why, yes, yes I am." Sasori scoffed at her words. "Is there a problem, sonny?"

'Sonny?'Sasori didn't dwell on that thought for long. "There are no such things as witches, there is no evidence that there is." Sasori stood up, taking Deidara's arm. "You're just a phony after traveler's money. Come on Deidara, let's go."

"Aww, but Sasori-danna-"

"What? You don't believe I'm really a witch?" The elder woman cackled, getting up too. "I guess I'll just have to prove I am, now don't I?"

With a snap of her fingers, the exit was sealed off.

"S-Sasori...What should we do?" Deidara couldn't hide the fear engulfed in his tone.

"Be quiet, brat! I'm thinking!" He shouted back.

"I hate it when you call me that, un!"

"Well stop being one, and I won't call you one!"

Their argument was cut short by the woman, standing before them. She lit a candle, and began chanting an incantation, neither recognized. Once she was finished, she flashed them another smile, and said:

"Goodbye..."

The next thing they knew, they both had wakened up to find they were back at the inn. The partners didn't question this, perhaps just telling themselves it was just a dream, and decided to get some well deserved rest.

Everything would be fine tomorrow...

A/N - This idea came to me randomly when I was on the toilet! (I know, paints a pretty picture, don't it? XD) I thought, 'Hey, what better couple than Sasori, and Deidara?'

I'm real surprised no one else came up with this...Well, I hope not...

Anyway, thanks for reading, please review!