Sasori and Kakuzu continued to watch the blond sitting on his knees in front of their fire.
"How can he sit like that? And why was he walking around in that storm? He clearly must not be one of us." Kakuzu asked his redheaded friend.
"One of us, you mean he cannot be Russian? Of coarse he isn't, he is far too beautiful." Sasori replied.
"So what do you think he is, Kazakh? They always wander up here and get caught in storm."
"Nyet, the way he sits, and that noise he made while talking, I think he is Japanese."
"Japanese? Out here in Omsk? What for?" Kakuzu asked, confused about their guest's distant nationality.
"I don't know, but that noise, that 'un' sound, I am pretty sure that is Japanese for something, I just don't know what." Sasori said, placing his hand under his chin and focusing on the blond. "I think I should go talk to him."
"Ha, I always knew you had a thing for the blonds, ever since that guy back in our unit!" Kakuzu chuckled, leaving without listening to the redhead's come back.
'Fuck the geezer, so he is cute, I am still his host, I will go talk.' Sasori thought while slowly walking over.
He approached the blond, who didn't seem to notice him, and crouched down next to him.
"Konichiwa, am I right?" He asked, quickly catching the blonde's attention.
"H-How'd you know I was Japanese un?"
"I am good at that sort of thing, by the way, I never got your name."
"Deidara Iwa un, and thanks for saving me." Deidara said as Sasori scooted closer to him.
"Please, do not mention it. Forgive me for asking, but why do you look so…feminine?" Sasori asked, hoping not to piss the blond off.
"Oh, uh, I'm…gay…un…" Deidara said, looking away from the redhead to hide his blush.
"Deidara, this is not the Soviet Union, you can be gay, I am too." Sasori said shortly before watching the blond tense up.
'He's gay too un? And he's so hot…No! No Deidara, you know you can't, not until you're sure it's over un…'
"So what are you doing in Russia?"
"Oh, uh…it's a long story, let's just call it a big game of hide-and-seek un. So what's your story un? What're you and Kakuzu doing out here?" Deidara asked, the slightest bit of inappropriateness in the last sentence.
"Nothing like that, we only live together, basically we…" Sasori got before Kakuzu walked into the room with a rifle slung across his shoulder.
"Kakuzu! Nepravil'no s vami!" (Kakuzu! What is wrong with you!)
"Vintovka? Štorm končaetsâ, to kogda losi prihodât vne." (What, the rifle? The storm ended, that's when the moose come out.)
Sasori sighed, as Kakuzu continued staring at him with a "What, what's wrong?" look.
"Točno, idem, spravedlivo daem my bol'še predupreždenie sleduûŝego vremeni." (Fine, go, just give us more warning next time.)
Kakuzu chuckled his way out the door, leaving the blond and redhead alone once more.
The turned and faced the confused looking traveler, realizing what he had done.
"My apologies Deidara, and in a nutshell, that is what we do." Sasori said, pointing at the door.
"So you two are self-reliant un?"
"Nyet, nyet, neither of us know what to do with a dead animal after we've shot it, we take it into town and let the butcher take care of it." Sasori replied as the blond leaned against him.
"What town is that un?" Deidara asked, snuggling into his arm in an attempt to gather warmth.
'I cannot believe it, does he like me?' Sasori thought to himself.
"Ilyoch, it is a fairly small town, Kakuzu and I shall go when the storm ends and it is safe. During winter we hunt for them."
"That sounds good un…I'm sleepy…" Deidara said before drifting off into the redhead's arm.
Sasori sighed before putting his arm around the blonde's side.
"Something tells me that I am going to enjoy your company, Deidara."
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a/n – Ok, explanation time. First off, I'll explain where Sasori and Kakuzu live. Omsk oblast is a province in southern Siberia, bordering Kazakhstan. Secondly, I did my best with the Russian, but it probably still sucks. Lastly, Ilyoch isn't a real city (to the best of my knowledge) so don't try looking for it (like you would.)