Deidara was snooping. He knew it and didn't care. He pulled out the drawers of the dresser and searched under clothes. It kept him busy. That girl, he still didn't know her name, had

vanished out of the room. Sasori had better be right, because if she tried to turn him in... BOOM! He heard hysterical laughter a second before the girl opened the door a crack. He felt a

sigh coming on.

"If I was going to kill you, I would have done it by now." He stated firmly and then turned his attention back to her dresser. He felt her eyes on him as he opened another drawer and

found... some very lacy... very intimate things. Deidara grinned.

"I guess you're right, but why on earth are you-" She stopped on a gag as he pulled out her black thong. He looked over his shoulder and gave her a charming smile.

"Hm. My my my. What is this? Many late nights out?" She had to suck in a breath as he wiggled his eyebrows. Deidara had a thought that he might have been very close to 'meeting his

maker', so to speak.

"1. None of your business and 2. also none of your business! Get off of my underwear!" She snatched it out of his hands, shoved it back in the drawer and slammed it. She whirled around

and crossed her arms over her chest and she stood in front of the dresser, blocking any further snooping attemps.

"A little angry, aren't we, Miss..." His eyebrows went up and he gestured to her.

"Satera." She snarled as she pushed his hands away and left the room.

"Satera," He said, sounding out the name, "it's lovely. Now, is there anything to eat in this house?" He ignored the glare she gave him as he pulled the fridge door open. She shook her

head.

"Why on earth are you here?"

"This is where Sasori decided to leave me. I needed a babysitter. And you're it, apparently."

"Sass-" Her jaw dropped, literally.

"Sasori," He said, "and I suggest that you not call him Sass or Sassy. It will not end well." He shut the fridge and started searching drawers and cabinets.

"He... LEFT YOU HERE?" Deidara covered his ears before her shriek could do damage.

"Isn't that what I just said?" He growled. "God, you're about as loud as Tobi!"

"Why would he leave you here?"

"I'm not sure. He just whispered to me that he was leaving me with someone for a short time. He's on a mission and before you have the chance to ask, no. I don't know anything

about it." He gritted his teeth. Sasori, where ever you are, you better know what you're doing.

"That's... that's-" Satera stammered.

"Completely unfair." He muttered. He turned to look at her. "We're in this together now, you know?"

"Oh noooo we aren't! I can turn you in right now." As if to prove it, she started in the direction of another room. Deidara caught her in the doorway.

"You can die too." He told her. She glared at him.

"If I killed you first, there would be nothing you could do."

"You have a point, but you would still have to face Sasori." Deidara released her and walked back into the kitchen with what Ino would have called a 'deadly swagger'. Damn him. She

sneered as she walked back into the kitchen and found him shoveling the last of her Ramen in his mouth.

"What do I do with you?"

"Feed me, pay the bills, give me a place to sleep, some shampoo that doesn't smell girly, and talk to me when I get bored. It's not that complicated."

"And I'm just suppose to go along with this until?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Sasori comes to get me." He watched her eye twitch and hand to stifle a laugh.

"And that will be?"

"Whenever he comes to get me."

"Well that's helpful!" She threw her hands up and stomped out of the room, grumbling to herself. Deidara chuckled. She had a point. Sasori hadn't made anything clear. For once, it

seemed he wasn't to worried about details. He'd get here when he got here. That was it. So, Deidara sucked down the last of the Ramen and put the bowl in the sink. He took a peek into

the room where Satera had disappeared, only to find her sitting on a couch. She changed the channel every minute or so and mumbled to herself. He felt something get caught in his

throat. Was it... guilt? For what? He sighed.

"What are you watching?" He stepped into the room.

"Nothing." She spat the word at him and curled her knees under her.

"Look Satera, you don't seem... happy-"

"I wonder why. An S class criminal is dropped on my door step and I have to 'babysit' him for another s class criminal? Why would that make me unhappy." Deidara ignored her as he

continued.

"I'm sorry this isn't ideal, but how about we make a deal? You 'babysit' me and I'll convince Sasori not to turn you into a puppet when he gets back."

"Turn me into a what?"

"A puppet. He tends to do that." His lips turned up at the ends when her eye twitched again.

"You talk like that's normal."

"Um? Satera?" She looked at him and then rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe she'd just said that to a guy with mouths on his hands. Of course Sasori turning people into mindless

puppets was a normal thing. Deidara sat on the couch and leaned back.

"There's nothing on right now." She sighed.

"Eh. Just channel surf. Something will come on." Satera glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

"This is so weird."

"It could be worse." He muttered.

"How so?"

"You could be babysitting Hidan." He grinned at her as she laughed out loud.