The verdict was to continue and add some ItaDei... So I shall.

Itachi Learns to Dance

Weeks had passed since Itachi's infamous dance lesson. Most people had forgotten that the incident had ever happened. Life moved on, fishmen got back to riverdancing and Akatsuki members got back to their missions.

One day in particular, Itachi woke up and did his hair with the thought of, "Yes! Something good is going to happen sometime today!" Maybe it was just his inner psychosis. Maybe he really did think something good would happen. But, whatever... As he drained his soup and attended the typical morning meeting, where assignments were given out, Itachi had a small bit of happiness that gave out a slight anti-sulk throughtout his body. Maybe it was that dream.

The night before, Itachi had dreamed of dancing alone in the kitchen to something on Kisame's radio. The song itself had a prominent drum beat with very mystical lyrics sung in a male voice. Then someone else, Itachi couldn't see their face but they were definitely in the Akatsuki, showed up and began dancing as well. The other person moved like an extremely graceful cat, pressing a slim body against Itachi's own. Under normal circumstances, Itachi wouldn't have ever been caught dead in that situation, but this was a dream and he wasn't acting as he normally would in this dream. Despite not knowing who the other dancer was, Itachi felt attached to them.

Damn Deidara and his sexy gyrating hips... Wait... what!

Itachi blinked back into consciousness as his name was called near the head of the table. "Yes?"

Leader-sama nailed him with his eyes. "You've got an assassination tonight at a high class event. A gala, in other words. You will be disguised and you will bring a date."

The sharingan weilder looked up and down the table, seeing only the normal faces and masks. "Where's the girl?"

Leader-sama chuckled. "There isn't one. You'll be bringing another member of the Akatsuki."

A facial expression known as The Dignified Pout came over Itachi's face. "I refuse to bring Kisame to a gala." Aforementioned half-man burst out into giggles as did the rest of the table, with the exception of Itachi and Leader-sama. "What's so funny?"

Sasori took over with a snerk. "Of course you won't be bringing Kisame, he draws too much attention. I'm too well-known for my art,"(a dreamy look captured his face for a second), "And everyone else here will be gone... Except for your date. "

A wave of irratation overtook Itachi. "Well, who the hell is my partner for this?"

As if on cue, the door whooshed open. Something short and blonde whooshed past Leader-sama and scurried into a chair, breatheless. It was Deidara. "I'm so so sooooooooo sorry, un! My alarm clock didn't go off and my toast burnt while I was trying to make breakfast and there was this freaking HUGE snarl in my ha-"

"Deidara!"

"Un?"

"Calm down... I was just telling Itachi his mission, which is also yours."

Two voices erupted in unison. "SAY WHAT?"

Leader-sama steepled his fingers. "Yes. Itachi, Deidara will be your, quote unquote, date. Deidara, you will be accompanying Itachi to a gala for an assasination."

Itachi expected Deidara to be overjoyed at the thought of dancing and being able to wear something feminine. To any given cross-dresser, it would have been a dream come true.

Deidara was not one's average cross-dresser.

This was not a dream come true, this was heaven on Earth.

The man fell backwards out of his chair with a loud, "MEEP!"A pause followed with the shuffling of a cloak followed by a loud squeal from under the table. Zetsu and Leader-sama, who were on either side of Deidara, looked down with concerned/disturbed faces. They could only see the toppled chair, pale shaved legs and the trim of an Akatsuki cloak.

After about a minute of high-pitched noise in Deidara's tone, the blonde crawled out from under the table, righted his chair and sat back down as if nothing had happened. "I accept the mission, un."

With a slightly disturbed glance in Deidara's direction and the slightest hesitation, Itachi added, "Me too."

(In the halls...)

"Hey, Itachi, un!"

Deidara had sought Itachi out after the meeting. Itachi looked over his shoulder to the crossdresser who and run up to him. They began to walk back to their bedrooms. "Yes?"

"Listen, for that mission, I'd imagine there would be... dancing, un?"

A flash of Itachi's dream caught him off-guard. "I suppose so," he said slowly. Itachi closed his eyes and began to zone.

Mmm... sexy... THUNK!

A weight settled itself onto his stomach and two hands with slender fingers grabbed onto his shoulders. "Itachi! You're okay, un? That really looks like it hurt, un! Kisame! Don't go towards the light, un!"

"He's alright. I think he was just daydreaming and ran into the support beam." Sasori's voice grated on the headwound.

"But but but!"

"Don't worry, he's coming around, see?" Kisame.

Itachi's eyes opened to see a worried Deidara sitting on his stomach bracing himself on Itachi's shoulders. Kisame and Sasori both looked ready to die of laughter. Deidara was talking to himself, biting on his lower lip. "Uhhh... damn, they taught me how to do this... err... Does anyone know how to do CPR! Sasori-danna? Kisame?" Sasori fell back against the nearby wall, about to choak on his own giggling. By now, Itachi had sat up and leaned back on his elbows, glaring at the blonde on his stomach.

"Deidara?"

"Un?"

"I'm fine. Get off me."

(In Itachi's bedroom...)

Itachi had been meditating when Deidara entered his room. No, entered is too tame of a word. In Itachi's mind, there weren't enough adjectives to the describe the energy used in Deidara's appearance or enough adverbs to describe its speed. "Itachiiii! I found a good song, un!"

The Uchiha opened one blood-red eye to stare disinterestedly at Deidara. "A good song for what?"

Deidara busied himself with setting the CD in the stereo system. "Coordination for the mission tomorrow, un! I figured there would be a lot of slower songs playing so we should dance to a slow song and I found one, un! ... C'mon, Itachi, stand up!" He began to pull on Itachi's limp arms until they were facing each other. Itachi had to look down in order to stare Deidara in the eye.

"So... what exactly am I to do?"

"I'll show you, un! Okay, one arm around my waist," the blonde said, pulling Itachi's left arm around his waist. "I put my hand on your shoulder... Oh, I'm not going to kill you!"

'Oh, but you are. I'm dying from the damn confusion!'