I do not own Deidara or any other Naruto characters, and I also do not own Sherlock Holme's famous quote down below.
Something else that I don't own is Robert Porterfield's quote, "If you like it, talk about it. If you don't, keep your mouth shut."
That is all.
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"Wow, un, look at the size of this place!"
"Yeah, so stick close to me, or you'll be lost…" she trailed off as she noticed that he was no longer by her side, "…or you can go skipping off and make me find you. Thanks, Dei."
"Don't call me that, un!" There he was, blonde head unmistakable as the pout on his face.
"Then don't go running off," was the snapped reply, "Stay close!"
"What, do you want us to hold hands, un?" he smirked.
"Your choice, or I could get a leash like they have," she pointed to a mom with a little kid.
"I'll stay, un," he said quickly.
"Good, now let's start with the clothes. You are sure that this…Pein-sama linked up your credit account?"
"He'd better, un. I think that stealing all that stuff would require me not to keep a low profile like he wants, un."
"Moving on," was the uncomfortable reply, "Follow me to the clothes."
In thirty minutes (wow, she must really hate shopping to be done so quickly), Deidara had a whole new wardrobe, mostly in black and red, but she was able to talk him into some blue like his eyes.
But when he started to reach for the gloves, she smacked his hand down.
"Very few 'normal' people around here wear gloves unless it's really cold, in which case those fingerless ones you're looking at would do you no good. 'Fess up, Deidara, why are you wearing them?"
"Why should I, un?"
"Consider it my reward for keeping you out of trouble all day long. You think school is fun only because I kept the teachers from giving you detention."
"What's detention, un?"
"There's different types. Like, there's one where you sit in a room all by yourself, with only a lot of schoolwork and have to do it all."
"Solitary confinement, un?"
"Sums it up pretty well."
"Huh, well, if I tell you…"
"Then if I tell, you'll kill me, I know. What, do you have weird mouth-shaped scars on your hands or something?"
He stared at her.
"Okay, I realize it's a little outlandish, but…"
"No, actually, it's pretty close to the truth, un. Look." After checking to make sure no one was looking, he carefully pulled off the gloves and turned them to be palm-side up.
Two mouths smiled up at her impishly, and one stuck out its tongue.
Her eyes widened and Deidara waited for the inevitable screams.
But they didn't come.
"They're real?"
"Yeah, un."
"How…"
"None of your business."
She nodded, it was fair, "What are they for?"
"Making my bombs, un."
"So you really do blow things up?"
"What, you're just believing me now, un?"
"Well, you hit your head last week, so I was certainly expecting some wild delusions. But the mouths certainly seem to prove that things about you are not what they seem, and 'once you've eliminated the impossible, then whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth,' according to Sherlock Holmes."
"Who?"
"Nevermind. So you need gloves. Okay, let's get them."
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They were just exiting the mall, weighed down with clothes (Deidara had tried to talk Cin into giving him the larger bundle, but she insisted that they carry equal amounts), when someone bumped into Cin hard, nearly knocking her to the ground.
"Oh, hello, Cindra," was the purring response, "Didn't see you there."
"I'm not that short, Veronica."
"Who's your…friend," Cin was pretty sure that she'd licked her lips at "friend".
"Deidara, he's new in town, now if you'll excuse us," she tried to hurry away with Deidara before she pounced…
Too late.
"Hello, Deidara! My name is Veronica Yttons, so nice to meet you!"
"Yeah, hello, un."
"Oh, that little 'un' is so cute! We absolutely must hang out sometime…"
"Go away, un! I know you did that on purpose, un."
"Did what?' her pale blue eyes froze with her smile.
"Pushed into Cin on purpose, un. I saw you, un."
"I didn't see her there…"
"That doesn't fool me, un. Come on, Cin, let's go, un," he turned to go, before adding mischievously, "Back to the house, un."
Cin followed quickly, feeling Veronica silently fuming behind her. She really didn't like her, even though she didn't really dislike anyone.
But she hated Veronica.
She didn't know why, but she did.
"Cin, my arms are hurting, un! Let's go, un!"
She knew he was lying. He was a shinobi, he's used to heavier. With a smile, she realized that he was just trying to help her out of this situation.
"Coming!" she called, leaving Veronica and her friends behind.
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Well, certainly not my best. I enjoy putting jumbles in names, so guess what our dear friend Veronica's last name is.
See ya soon!
