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"Are you sure you don't want any reward." Sasori asked the blonde as he stood gazing at the newest picture added to Deidara's gallery. It was a picture of a young girl, about five, poking a pond with her finger, and a small Koi fish swimming away.

Deidara chuckled lightly. "No thanks."

"Well then, at least let me treat you to dinner."

"Dinner?" The blonde questioned being caught off guard by the question.

Sasori smirked. "Yes, dinner."

"No…no I can't."

"Why not?"

Deidara's voice dropped down into a whisper. "Isn't that bad for your reputation? Isn't that why you wanted to meet at night?"

Sasori shook his head. "I hardly think my "image" can be tarnished by any matter, and the reason I want to meet you at night is because if we're caught, then you'll be considered the purse snatcher."

Deidara nodded, though not fully convinced. "I still don't know…"

"Alright, then it's settled."

"What?"

Sasori began walking up the stairs leading to the front door of the blonde's house. "Chantal will pick you up; and don't forget to bring the purse."

~*~

The cool night air tickled Deidara's face as he sat patiently on the steps leading up to his run-down house; his blond hair flowed lightly in the breeze behind him and the moon gave him a fair, elegant look.

A black horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of his house. The red, velvet curtain was pulled back to reveal Chantal, who waved friendly at him. Deidara got up and walked over. The carriage driver opened the shiny door and bowed to dawn to the blonde.

"Hello Deidara." Chantal smiled at him after he sat down.

"Hello to you too, Lady Chantal."

She giggled. "You don't have to be formal until dinner."

"I'm guessing it won't be just me and Sasori?"

"No." Sympathy laced her delicate voice. "I'll also be joining and the owner of the purse. Some other people will come as well."

"Great." Deidara commented sarcastically.

"I'm sure it won't be that bad."

'Of course not.' Deidara thought sadly.

~*~

Deidara watched as Chantal went through a set of clothes one of her butlers brought her for Deidara.

"None of these are you!" She grumbled.

"It's okay I can where any-"

"No Deidara, you can't wear just anything. Image is everything." There was a slight knock on the door. A thin, scrawny maid scampered in holding a dark turquoise dress. She handed it to Chantal, whom smiled and gave a quiet "thank you." She turned to Deidara. "Can you hold this please?"

Deidara nodded and took the dress. The blonde turned to the large full-body mirror and held the dress up to himself, only trying to get a better view of it. It was gorgeous!

"That's it!"

Deidara turned to Chantal. "What's it?"

"You can wear a dress!"

Deidara grimaced. "No."

"Why not? I think it'll look fine. Not to mention, it'll probably be better for his image." Chantal sneered.

Deidara thought of Sasori. "But…" He held up the dress again.

"Not this one though. It's too short and the wrong color. Not to mention it's my dress."

"Yah, because I totally want your dress." Deidara rolled his eyes.

~*~

'The Grand Dining Room. Truly beautiful.' Sasori thought as he looked around the newly- built room.

"Akasuna!"

The redhead turned around. "Uchiha."

Hehe, cliff hanger! Also, If I was willing to do requests, would you want one?