So sorry it took me so long to get this up. I've been really busy lately. So here's the next chapter... I hope you enjoy!

After traveling for two days, the shinobi finally found the town he was looking for. It wasn't that large, but it was the kind where you could find almost anything. He walked through the entrance and started to look for the explosive clay he needed. 'I may need to find a black market dealer . . . un,' he thought to himself.

He walked down the semi crowded streets; the stores casting shadows in the evening sun; and was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. "Hey sheila," A male's voice with an Australian accent said, "You doing anything tonight?"

The ninja stiffened. Pulling a kunai knife out, he wiped around and confronted the man. "Back off bastard! I'm not a woman . . . un!" he yelled in a surprisingly deep voice.

The Australian jumped. He wasn't expecting that. Backing away he muttered 'sorry, sorry'. 'Just because I have long hair . . . un,' he complained to himself. That wasn't the first time that had happened to him. He continued to look and found a weapon shop. He browsed around a bit. All of the normal weapons were there: senbons, kunais, swords, etc. As he went to the back of the dimly lit store, he found what he was looking for. 'Lucked out today,' he thought as he bought some clay. 'It's so expensive though.'

After he had gotten something to eat, he decided to leave the town. 'No use staying here longer than I have to . . . un." As he walked down an emptier dirt road, he caught sight of a man with red hair. He wore black jeans and a light colored shirt. His gaze was no where in particular; just looking ahead of him, once in a while looking down at the road. But when they passed each other, two brownish-red eyes met one sea green eye. The gesture lasted one second and was broken.

The other man paused and turned around. "Hey," he called to the blonde haired ninja. He looked over his shoulder and called back, "What . . . un?" The red head walked towards him. "You don't look familiar. You from another town?" he asked curiously. "Yeah . . . un."

"I'm Sasori," he said. "Deidara, un."

Sasori's POV

I was just taking a walk this afternoon through town, like any other day. I have stopped here from my travels and hoped to find a nice house to live in. The towns not that great, but it's perfect for keeping a low profile.

I saw this blonde haired man walking down the other side of the road. His long hair was pulled partially into a pony tail and the rest fell part of the way down his back or over his left eye. I noticed something metal under his bangs when our eyes met. It was unusual, but I was curious to find out who he was. Turning around I called back to him.

Deidara's POV

'This guy is bold . . . un,' I said to myself. I never give my name out to anyone . . . but I felt like I should tell him. He looked like he was around my age, but was slightly shorter. His face had a board look to it, but also had features that made him look . . . dare I say it . . cute . . . And his eyes; they just seemed to cut into me.

Both POV's

They stood there and looked at each other for a few moments. "Are you traveling somewhere?" Sasori asked, pointing at the bag on Deidara's back. "Yeah . . . un," Deidara said simply. Sasori sighed. "I wish I could travel again," he said sadly. "Well, why can't you . . . un?"

Sasori lowered his eyes. He didn't say anything. "What? Are you afraid or something . . . un?" Deidara asked. "No! It's just that . . . ." his voice trailed off, "I'd rather not say." Deidara looked at the sad figure. He felt bad for him. "You can travel with me. I might get lonely being by myself . . . un," he said. Sasori looked up. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah . . . un."

Yes the characters are OOC and I don't care. Don't flame me if you hate my fanfic. (I do like people to tell what I need to inprove on though; in a nice way of cource) The characters Deidara and Sasori belong to Masashi Kishimoto and are in no way what so ever mine... sadly.