Chapter 2, AWAY! Not as keen on this one, but next chapter we're gonna have an escape attempt and who knows, maybe a kiss. Hope you like it, and don't forget to vote.

Oh, and its Yamanaka because I couldn't think of another blonde I didnt like apart from Ino :D

Peace out.

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Deidara listened to the conversation incredulously; taking slow, carefully measured bites from the burger he had been given. "Nah." Kisame shook his head. "Too fat."

"She'd be fucking easy though." Hidan pointed out, nodding to the woman they were evaluating. Deidara thought she was quite pretty to be honest.

"You settle this kid." Kisame suddenly commanded, turning to face him.

"What, un?" He asked, voice seeing a few octaves higher than normal.

"Would you do her?"

"He's not fucking old enough to fuck someone you fucking retard."

"So? He's a teenager. Bet he's thought about doing her. We were talking about it enough. So would you or not, if you were old enough."

"Well she's quite pretty." Deidara mumbled, not sure what to say.

"You fucking see? He fucking agrees with me fish face." Kisame waved this off.

"Still too much flab for my liking." He shrugged. He glanced at the time. "We should go. We're meant to be meeting Itachi at 6."

"Too fucking right." Hidan agreed, putting down the giant paper cup filled with something fizzy. He started the car and pulled out, taking a moment to lean out the car and slap the woman on the ass before starting back down the motorway.

They had been travelling for three days now, and the blonde felt disgusting. He hadn't been trusted out of their sight, so had only been allowed to wash his face. He would give anything to get a shower right then. He watched the cars pass by through the tinted window, wondering if anyone was looking for him yet.

In the front seat, Kisame answered this with a bark of laughter.

"You're famous brat." He laughed, handing him the paper he had just been reading. Deidara looked at Kisame, then down at the paper. A picture of him with a huge fake smile was plastered across his face. The headline screamed out at him, making him cringe. Come Home Deidara!

"I sound like a bad movie, un." He mumbled.

"Read it out, it gets better." Kisame smirked. Deidara began reading aloud so Hidan could hear.

"That was the desperate cry ringing out from the boys family at a press conference yesterday. The youngest son of the prestigious Yamanaka family has gone missing. Deidara Yamanaka, son of Governor Yamanaka, has disappeared. He was reported last seen by his friends after leaving school late nearly four days ago. Police are on the alert for any signs of him. It is unsure whether he has been kidnapped or just run away, but none the less his father is praying for his safe return." Deidara was shaking his head in disbelief as he read. "In the conference, his father was quoted saying 'All I want is for my son to be back home.' Mr Yamanaka has been the governor for…" He trailed off, putting the paper down, still shaking his head as the men laughed. "He always turns it on him, un." He grumbled, handing the paper back and flopping back in his seat.

"It's a gift of politicians." Kisame smirked, reading on. "You're just another form of propaganda to him now."

"Bet he's hoping you'll kill me so he can get everyone to feel sorry for him."

"Your dads a fucking dick." Hidan decided, pulling off the motorway.

"No kidding, un." Deidara shifted to curl in the corner, totally miserable again. That article had made him excited at first. It had felt like someone cared. Like someone was looking for him. But now…now he felt like shit again, thanks to his father managing to make everything about him. It was like he didn't exist, or like he was simply a poster. He looked up when he heard Hidan swear again.

"Fuck me what's all this shit?" Deidara looked up, and that hope sparked again. Police were swarming all over a sleek red car. "Itachi's fucked off somewhere." He muttered, slowing as one of the uniformed men flagged them down. "Do your fucking seatbelt up brat." He growled. Deidara obeyed, knowing the man would recognise him anyway, so a swipe for an undone seatbelt was going to mean nothing.

"Hello officer." Kisame smiled, trying to be charming but failing miserably.

"Sirs." The policeman nodded, smirking. Deidara frowned as both men smirked. "Might I inspect your vehicle."

"Feel free sir. Be sure to check the back seat." He nodded, opening the door and climbing in next to the blonde. "Go Hidan."

"I fucking am you dick." He grumbled, moving off again. Deidara watched as the man removed his hat and took off the white shirt, revealing a red t-shirt. He turned, reaching into the back and taking out a black jacket. His hair was quickly tied back and Deidara had to admit he was very good looking. "What the fuck happened there?" Hidan asked, turning down a small side road.

"Someone tipped them off." The man said, glancing out the back window. "They turned up out of the blue and shot the others dead. I had to change fast and slide in with them."

"Any idea who?"

"None." The black haired man only just seemed to notice Deidara, who was staring at him. "I trust this is him?"

"Yeah. Deidara, this is Itachi."

"Charmed." Itachi smirked, making Deidara blush slightly. He curled up, mumbling into his legs.

"Great. Another one." He sighed, turning his head to look out of the window. The hope he had felt was once again crushed.

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Itachi looked sideways. The boy was curled into a tight ball, seatbelt off again, hair fluttering with each breath he let out. He liked the look of him. Maybe he would try it on with him. Kisame, seemingly reading his mind, spoke from the front. "He's 15." Itachi smirked round at the back of his head.

"And? As long as he has no problem its fine. And besides, I'm only 20."

"How'd you know he wouldn't have a problem with it?"

"Same why you could tell your girlfriend wanted to get with you."

"That's totally different." He glared.

"Is it? If I remember correctly she was what, 17? And you were 30."

"One, she started it. Two, he's underage and a boy."

"You're such a fucking homophobe." Hidan smirked.

"I'm not. All I'm saying is at least wait a while rather than trying to get him into bed." Itachi rolled his eyes.

"I won't be doing anything now. I like to take my time." He smirked. Kisame's retort was cut short by the car phone dinging. Deidara shot up, looking around for the source of the noise. Kisame smirked, pressing the button of the phone.

"Hi boss."

"Did you pick up Itachi?"

"Yes sir." He smirked, glancing at Itachi.

"Is the boy still with you and breathing?" Itachi smirked at Deidara's scowl.

"Yes he is."

"Good. There is a change in plan. I cannot risk you coming to the headquarters just yet. You will first take the boy to the safe house. Once there you will await further instructions. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." Kisame said again.

"Get there as fast as you can. I expect you're being followed already." The line went dead. There was silence, save for the sound of Hidan speeding up.

"Where's the safe house, un?" Deidara asked after a second.

"A small town we control a few miles south of here." Kisame informed him. "We'll need to get food." He said as an after thought.

"Yeah, I don't want no fucking canned food." Hidan grumbled. "We'll go down later." Itachi watched the teen as he settled back down, looking miserably out of the window as if he was imaging being out there. Itachi smirked. Oh he was so going to get some of that.

Look! Votes on the horizen. Just chuck in any numbers because this one you can choose as many as you can!

1) Escape! Dei runs away!

2) Add in a kiss! Yummy ItaDeiness!

3) Meet the family! More of the kidnappers for little Dei to meet!

4) Dei gets hurt! Itachi has to babysit!

5) Police turn up!

You have another, but you can only choose one from this. Its about how the safehouse looks.

1) Underground bunker thingy!

2) Quaint little cottage!

3) A little flat!