The trip to Kiyomi's quarters probably weren't the most entertaining for the plant-like man or herself. Well, Kiyomi wasn't hoping it to be entertaining anyway. What would be the point exactly? Nothing. Every attempt Zetsu made to create small-talk, the girl would shoot it down, replying with things along the lines of solid answers like "No.", "Yes.", "Possibly.", and other one word responses. Zetsu wanted to speak more, while Kiyomi wanted less speaking to commence. "You aren't very talkative, are you?" Zetsu asked, nervously. "No. It depends, really." She said.

"Stop trying to create conversations she obviously would do better without. You're only pestering her." This voice was deeper. A lot deeper, yet coming from the same mouth… Actually, scratch that. The Soot-stained side of this Akatsuki member had no visible evidence of a mouth. However that side of his face was allowed to speak, he was doing it. "I was only trying to be friendly!" The more chipper voice cried. "I do not think she cares whether anyone is kind or not towards her…" He slowly stopped in his tracks, turning to the white haired young woman. "Do you?"

"I do not."

"My point, exactly." He said, continuing the trip. "Aw, why is that?" The lighter side asked.

"What difference does it make whether or not others are nice to you? It shouldn't, for the fact that their attitude towards you means nothing without knowing their true motive for 'befriending' one another. Letting yourself slip under the alliance to ones who seem 'nice' or 'kind' could be morphing you into their pawn and you wouldn't even know it." She paused, catching a subtle breath. "Setting high hopes is what you'd be doing. In doing so, you are also only causing your own heartbreak for trusting unanalyzed characters. Without knowledge of who you are, or why anyone should matter to me, their kind words are nothing to me."

There was a brief silence.

"—That, and developing friends will only slow you down. Slow you down, and kill you slowly inside from time to time. I have learned that through experience. Why would I want that, again?"

"Mean!" The white-sided Zetsu cried, in sync with his darker half, who calmly spoke, "Smart."

In a matter of a few more minutes, they had finally made it. "Here is where you will stay. You are able to modify it anyway you please if you feel the need."

Kiyomi nodded, proceeding to her new found room.

"Goodbye!" Said the chipper sided Zetsu.

In this plain room sat a basic twin bed horizontally against the back wall, a small desk with a chair placed under it, and lastly a small dresser. As careless as Kiyomi was when it came to general female essentials, a room like this just wouldn't do. She would tend to the furniture and décor later. Such matters weren't needed that badly. As for right now, she would explore her surroundings just a bit.

Sliding the steel door open by the handle, she stepped out, closing it back afterwards. One glance to the left, on glance to the right. Hallway. Just one long, almost endless hallway. Similar doors scattered about, spaced, and in a pattern. A pattern as in the certain exact spacing between each door, and the fact that there was always a door directly across from the doors on each side. To think there was another deadly member of the Akatsuki in each of these doors. It was so quiet, though. It led Kiyomi to wonder if they were in there right now at all?

Nothing could possess her to attempt looking into one of these rooms right now. Probably never.

Left or right? Which way was she to go? Something about the left seemed promising considering she had come here from the right.

Left it was, then.

Upon traveling down the tunnel like structure, she found an opening. The only opening. Perhaps it would lead to further networking hallways? Kiyomi set her hopes for more walkways.

The closer she took herself, the more audible subtle bursts of sounds emitted. They were like… Fireworks? It looked to her as though the were definitely coming from the opening down the hall; her destination.

The sounds grew louder and louder, until finally sounding like full fledged explosions and fireworks of some sort as she entered.

Kiyomi was correct. Fireworks. But how?

Closer examination and sense of chakra lead her to the producer. Oh no.

Up on one of the tall rocky structures sat that same blonde from before. Deidara. He was with someone, too. That person was not Tobi, however. Kiyomi didn't care enough to find out who the redhead was, nor did she want to be noticed by the blonde haired man. She had enough of him from earlier. Luckily, as she predicted, this large cave portion of the base was a networking cave.

If only she could manage slipping out unnoticeably. Alas, just as she began to turn and take her first step, an unfamiliar voice spoke. "It's a little rude of you to dash in and out like that without a word, don't you think?" Kiyomi abruptly paused. "Hm?" Deidara asked, seizing the fireworks display of his to look up at the redhead. The fellow Akatsuki member did not respond, leaving Deidara to follow the direction of his co-member was staring at. "Oh, great." He added, sarcastically.

"So you know of her?" The redheaded one asked, softly.

"Barely."

Brown eyes glanced at Deidara, then back at the newcomer. "Not even her name?" He asked, keeping his sight locked onto the unfamiliar woman.

"I could care less for her identity, hm."

"You never know whether or not her identity could be important to us in some way or not, Deidara."

"It isn't important to me."

Clearly, Deidara began to nerve this other member a bit, even. "…Ignorance." Deidara opened his mouth to try and comeback with, but was cut off before he could even start. "—You are..?"

"Kiyomi Kurayami. Apparently I am an Akatsuki recruit, now." She responded, turning to them.

"More women in the Organization. Wonderful." Sarcasm.

"What is so wrong with females in this Organization?"

"Nothing, really. It's more-so my impression with the previous female recruit before you that provokes me to react such in such a way. She is… Very vulgar. She is almost as bad as Hidan." His brown eyes closed. "However, she at least knows when to cut the foolery."

"Hidan?" Asked Kiyomi.

"You will meet him in time. He is another member. Judging by your personality right now, I do not think you two will mix very well." His eyes reopened, looking down at her. "Come in contact with him as little as possible."

"How will I know who he is?"

"You'll know. It's impossible not to look past him. Note that he is vulgar in almost every way possible. That should help you."

Kiyomi nodded. "Would I be asking too much of a stranger to tell me more of the other members, perhaps?"

Deidara nodded to himself, waiting for his ally to reject her wish. A sick smile plastering his features.

"Not at all." He agreed. Deidara's expression screaming with exaggerated betrayal. "So long as we do not have to speak in such distance, like this."

Kiyomi hesitated not, to close in the space. She made her way up, quickstepping through the air and landing on the large rocky structure. She knelt down a foot or two away from the redhead.

"You already know Deidara, here, I presume?"

"Sadly." She admitted bluntly and monochromic-toned. Deidara mimicked her; Mocked her. Kiyomi was too mature to care or acknowledge.

"Good." The male pondered for a bit. "There is Kakuzu. He is Hidan's partner. Kakuzu is the Akatsuki's funds manager. He is masked for the most part. His eyes are odd. You can't miss him, either."

"Get on his nerves, and you're dead, un. –Don't mean that figuratively, either. Kakuzu doesn't have second thoughts when it comes to killing. He's probably the calmest killer of us all, actually, hm. It just happens; there are no warnings."

"Can he not get in trouble for this?" Kiyomi asked.

"No. Kakuzu has gone through numerous partners. He ends up killing them all. Half of the time, it's because his power is too much for them to handle. They end up dying along with their opponents, getting caught in crossfire and such. The other half, well, you understand that already." He paused. "Hidan is the only partner he can depend on not to die. Hidan is... Special."

"I see." Kiyomi said.

"Next, there is Kisame and Itachi." Deidara groaned after the mention of this 'Itachi' person. "Kisame is a large, blue-skinned man. He possesses shake-like features. As chipper as he may be, he can be very challenging in battle."

"—And this Itachi. Is this the Itachi of the Uchiha Clan I've heard about years ago?"

"Yes."

Kiyomi found it a bit mesmerizing. The Uchiha Clan's most skilled shinobi turned, and joined this… wretched Organization.

"Since you seem to know of him already, we can skip him."

"Yes!"

The red-haired young male stared at Deidara. "Excuse this idiot, here. He doesn't very much like the Uchiha's. He hates them, actually."

"—For what reason?"

"A ridiculous—"

"That Uchiha only won thanks to those stupid eyes of his! If not for the Sharingan, I would have won, effortlessly! Hm!"

"I don't think you would have, Deidara."

"Oh, yeah, thanks; Who's side are you on, hm?"

The red-haired male stared at the blonde longer. His expression deeply emotionless, yet annoyed. "Next, we have Zetsu, Tobi, and The Leader."

Kiyomi's heart skipped a beat after 'The Leader'. "I-I know of Zetsu. He... Escorted me to my quarters, earlier. I know of Tobi, too." Mentioning of the leader took a toll on her speech a bit. "What about… The Leader?"

"The Leader. A serious man devoted to his role in this. Apparently he has felt pain so much more than any person in existence. So much pain, he can no longer feel it, and it's because he can't feel it that makes him into an emotionless beast in battle. All this, and his title as 'God'."

"…God?" Kiyomi repeated under her breathe.

"He see's himself as a God. We can't tell whether he is really what he says, or just that powerful. Numerous abilities of his, do seem that of a God, after all."

Kiyomi felt her breath hitch just thinking about it. What if she ever failed him? What would he do? Would he kill her with no second thoughts? No warning? Was this all really worth it? What even is the goal of this group? All these worrying questions flooded her mind, pacing her heart a bit faster than before.

"Ah, I almost forgot one."

Kiyomi snapped back into reality and directed her attention at the redhead once more. "There is also a Puppet Master. With Chakra strings, he controls these life-sized Puppets, making them battle for him. He possesses red hair, brown eyes, and his name is Sasori; Sasori is I. –Of The Red Sand.

"Pleased to meet you." Kiyomi responded. Every time he spoke, her eyes locked with his. Sasori's eyes were truly something beautiful. Never has she ever seen eyes any more breathe-taking...

"Likewise, Kiyomi."

Finally. A pleasant member to talk to when the feeling is needed.