A/N: I think I'm giving this story too much attention…

ALSO: I altered how the dialogue is. When Deidara's there, it's his point of view, when it's just Sakura then it's Sakura's point of view.

I hope that is a simple concept.

Nonetheless, I will be stopping writing for a while, or at least updating very, very slowly very soon because of school and all. That sucks but hey, that's life.

I went to school today to get my schedule and picture taken and I forgot how much preps went to my school. Ugh, this year's gonna suck. 4 more days of freedom….sigh…..

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Apparently she couldn't believe I just told her to lie to her parents and act like all of this wasn't happening. She gave me a slight glare as if to say 'you have to be out of your fucking mind'. Be that as it may, she still had to do this.

As I turned around I saw her lean forward a bit with her jaw clenched. My God, if she had something to say to me, she better say it. I don't like playing charades.

"How about this…You do this because either way I will force you to or take care of the problem myself", I drifted off grabbing the cell phone that lay in a basket by the dryer," and then I will help you clean that little mess up for you, yeah?"

She looked questioning until she saw where my eyes were; her bloody socks. She grumbled disdainfully.

"W…What about…?" she said and looked up slightly pleading. I raised my eyebrow, what about what?

She chocked back the words and stuck out her feet.

"Do this first though." She muttered and looked away.

"No can do. I'd like my side settled before yours, yeah." I smiled and walked over to her who quickly tucked her legs back under herself." Now, what's the number for your house?"

She shook slightly then looked up directly at me, a new spark starting to light in her eyes.

"I have a question" she said raising her hand.

I cocked my head and stared. What was this, school?

"Um…ok. What, yeah?"

"Did you think this out all the way? I mean…I know my parents will believe what I tell them, but what about the other thirteen people who will question this? I have to say I'm staying at a friend's house, but the question is: which friend? My parents will want to know, and then if a said friend comes up asking where I am and they tell them I am at so and so's place and they go look…well of course I won't be there. How do I explain that?"

I just stared trying to take all this information in. She looked too innocent to think of this so quickly that is…until she snapped her chin up defiantly. Oh, I understood exactly now.

Glaring at the phone, I chucked it over my shoulder without turning around, hearing a loud tap as it landed on the cement floor. She was uncomfortable now because I was glaring directly at her for ruining what I thought was my only haven for a while. But then I suddenly smirked making her looked shocked.

"You really are stupid, yeah."

We sat there in silence for a few minutes before she did anything.

"E-excuse me?"

"If you were smart at all then you wouldn't have told me that. You would have made the phone call knowing full well that I would get caught just as fast."

She gaped.

"Heh heh, stupid girl. Though I'm not complaining now." I said standing up and ruffling her hair. She smacked my hand off and watched as I walked back up the stairs.

WTFWTFWTFWTFWTF

I think I know why I didn't hate her as much today. Well actually, I really didn't hate her, I just didn't want her in my basement giving me all these problems and probably shortening my life a few years. Literally.

Her expressions were entertaining. Like, take now for instance.

Eyes slightly dilated, lower lip quivering a bit and creased brows.

"You look….stunned, yeah." I said placing the sponge and bucket of water close to her, and the plate of cereal and cup of water on the other side of her.

"We don't have milk so eat that plain, and we ran out of bandages so don't complain. It's not like you're royalty anyway." I said reaching in my pocket to take a key out.

"But you have a lot wrapped around both hands. You don't need it all do you? Or do you have really bad cuts on your palms?" she stated starting to stare at my hands. I tucked them in my pockets immediately and glared at her, my face feeling hot.

"I do need all of these. Mind your own business, yeah." I growled making her cringe.

I took the key and unlocked one cuff on one of her ankles. I'll clean it one at a time so she still can't get away. I was about to reach for the sponge when she grabbed one of my hands making me halt in all of my movements.

It wasn't a strong grip, like she didn't want to touch me but was still curious. Her finger traced lightly at the bandage over the center of my palm. What was she doing?

But then her hands shot back and were tucked safely under her chin.

"I still don't think you need that much." She glared slightly but had no effect. I was still a little surprised she willingly touched her kidnapper.

I held back a grin." Don't get dirty on me, captive-chan. I don't fall for people after meeting them two days."

Her eyes burned with anger and her cheeks slightly stained in embarrassment.

"As if I could like a psycho like you." She mumbled under her breath but I still heard.

"The feelings mutual."

I grabbed her shoe and slipped it off then reached to pull down her sock but she stopped me. What now? She looked defiantly at me.

"…Don't touch me. I'll clean it myself."

I narrowed my eye a little and shrugged and got off my knees, walking across the room to sit in the chair. It's not like I wanted to touch her anyways. I barely know her. Not that I was planning on getting to know her.

I watched as she slowly slipped off her sock and winced at the feeling of air on her cut. She grabbed the sponge and dipped it gently into the water before squeezing it slightly so it wasn't too moist. The rest of the time she just lightly grazed over her wounds as if I wasn't there observing.

"If you didn't try to wiggle out of them, then you wouldn't be cut, yeah." I stated the obvious.

She just continued till all the blood was gone. Then she looked over at her sock not really wanting to put the bloody thing back on. She stared at it for a while as if pondering something, then reached for it and started to put it back on following with her shoe. Gross.

She looked up at me and huffed seeing disgust on my face.

She wiggled her other foot making the chain rattle. I think she wanted me to take the other cuff off. No really? I was just going to let her clean one ankle.

I got out of the chair and walked over to her, kneeling. I hooked her other ankle back up and unlocked the opposite cuff just starting the whole process over again.

She moved differently this time, taking her time cleaning her ankle. I think I might have been staring because she looked up slowly at me and gave me an odd look. I was still kneeling in front of her but watching her hands as they moved around her skin.

I guess something about that reminded me of myself. I looked at the palm of one of my hands and stared at the center.

"Um….can you please back up…?"

I looked up to see she was done cleaning up and looked nervously. I think I was in her personal space bubble.

"You shouldn't give me orders, yeah. You're in no place to have that right." I mumbled and cuffed her ankle back up before she could slip her sock on. Standing up and not caring at the angry mewing she was doing, I walked back up the stairs.

I didn't want everyone thinking I came down here regularly. It wouldn't hurt to leave her down here alone again.

Besides, what's the worst that could happen?

SUMMERSENDEDOHCRAP

I can't believe this. I really don't want to believe this. In fact I wouldn't believe this if I couldn't feel the slight stinging sensation on my ankles as proof that it was happening.

I slid my sock back on and put my shoe over it. Good thing they were ankle socks. It might have felt unpleasant but I didn't personally want to feel the cold, possibly dirty cement under my bare feet.

Sighing, I wondered when I would get out of here…

If I would get out of here…

What my family and friends were thinking…

What was with that guy's hands…

If anyone else was upstairs….

What they would do if they found me—whoa!

I stopped my train of thought. It's probably best if I didn't start thinking such pessimistic thoughts.

I'll cross that bridge when it comes. But personally if I even saw that bridge I'd burn it to the ground and spit on its ashes. If he was one of the nicest ones, which he wasn't the slightest bit, then I'd hate to see the worst one.

I gulped back a lump in my throat and pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them.

"I don't want to die."

I never knew how scary that sentence sounded until I had to use it myself. My muscles were tense from sitting on such a hard flat surface for so long. But my stomach hurt more from not eating for a day.

You know, that dry looking bran cereal looked pretty good right now.

I picked the plate up and started eating some of it, if it was poisoned never even crossed my mind. I just thought about what's been happening the last twenty-four hours.

I saw Deidara, I think that was his name, kill someone and got knocked out.

I woke up in a basement and got yelled at and threatened to be quiet.

He almost poisoned me with my last meal.

I tried to escape but got cut.

We couldn't make a phone call to my house because of too many flaws in his plan.

I got cleaned up and know he has a secret about his hands.

"Stingy bastard." I mumbled eating another bran flake. It's not like he needed all of them. He could have spared some.

"Is he mutated or something?" I asked myself. I hope not, that would be gross. He'd be like someone from X-men only evil.

I suddenly wondered if the others upstairs had secrets too. What were they—?

BANG

I shot up and looked over at the window to see a can roll by. Someone must have kicked it and it hit the window…

But I guess it was pretty hard because a box that was sitting on the very edge of the shelf above it toppled down. The bang against the window wasn't what scared me.

That shocked me.

But what came rolling out of the box was what scared me. Two small, glassy looking eyes looked across the room at me as the keeper lay flat on his stomach with his head turned towards me. Black hair strewn on his face and looked disheveled.

I put my hands over my mouth to stop me from screaming knowing someone I did not want to see would come rushing down the stairs.

"Ah…ah…." I mumbled and took in some air. Just form a sentence. It's not that hard Sakura.

Brushing some loose strands of hair out of my face and behind my ear, I began to speak to it.

"Y…You're naked." I looked seeing no shirt on, him I presumed." Or at least half of you is."

He didn't move and I started to get nervous. What if he was dead?!

"Excuse me?" I paused as he still laid still." Are you dead?"

Nothing.

"Well duh, if he was dead then he wouldn't answer me now would he?" I murmured stupidly to myself.

I looked around me and saw some marbles in a bag in the corner near me. Man this place was a dump. I got up and walked over and picked it up.

Taking a marble out, I threw it at him. It hit the side of his shoulder but he still didn't move. Ok, that's understandable because I threw it kind of soft.

Taking another out, I threw it harder at him, this time bouncing off his head.

Still nothing.

Getting a bit frustrated and slightly nervous I threw a big marble really hard but it went too high and broke through the window.

"Shit." I exclaimed and tucked myself in a ball in my previous corner. Hopefully he didn't hear that.

ALMOSTDONEWITHTHECHAPTER

Ok, everyone was out of the house. That was good. I didn't want to have to throw out excuses and facts to get them to leave on their own.

Itachi and Kisame didn't come home last night, two less to worry about.

Sasori left this morning around six. To do what? I have no idea. That just means that he will be home early I assume.

Hidan and Kakuzu went down town to finish some 'business' with some kids that have been 'giving them a hard time'.

Zetsu rarely ever goes home. Leader always makes him scout though out town.

Leader and his blue haired partner left on personal business. I rarely ever see his partner, so I don't even know her name. But I think she's shaking up with him. I would never say that to his face though.

Walking into the living room I was about to take a seat to get some shut eye for once when I heard a crash. My eyes shot open and I turned my head.

"What the…?"

It was silent for a while. I shrugged and took a seat on the couch, shutting my eyes. A bird must have hit the screen again.

About ten more minutes passed by and I was on the edge of falling asleep when I heard something shatter. I thought it was a bird or something, but then I remembered what I had in the basement and I shot off the couch immediately.

Did she break the window? How did she do that from being chained to the floor?!

I threw open the door and ran down the stairs to see Sakura curled in the corner, peeking over her knees at me. I looked over to see the window to see a small gash in the glass.

"You broke the window, yeah?!"

She smiled sort of nervously and then pointed over at a box under it.

"It's that guy…I think he's dead."

I looked to see a black haired boy on the ground.

"The puppet broke the window?"I looked skeptically at her. She peeked her head all the way up over her knees and stared at it.

"Pu-puppet?"

"You thought it was a person?" I growled picking it up so it could look at her. She looked a little calmer." Well he was once. My partner makes puppets from people. You get used to it, yeah. This house is full of them."

She looked horrified. Good, she deserved it for breaking the window. I could have been getting some sleep.

I walked over to her holding the boy so they were face to face.

"Say hello." I said mockingly making her face turn pale and her crawl back to the wall.

"He's not going to bite, yeah. He's a puppet."

She didn't seem to care. She was afraid of it because it used to be a boy.

Walking and putting the boy sitting up on the shelf so it kept an eye on her, I went through another box on the drier reading "DEIDARA" in big bold letters. I searched through it and finally pulled out some handcuffs.

I turned around and she broke eye contact with the puppet to look at the cuffs in my hands.

"W-why do you even own handcuffs?" she said with a little blush on her cheeks. Why was she blushing? What did she have to blu—oh…My face felt hot too.

"You have a dirty mind, yeah." I said and walked over ready to cuff her hands. She struggled a little obviously not wanting to be put in more shackle like objects to hold her down.

"Hold still! You lost the right to use your hands right now." I barked as one of her arms slipped away from me to grip on the cup half filled with water. She flung the water in my face making me stop as I felt the liquid touch my skin.

Her eyes widened.

"Now you're wasting resources?" I gripped her wrist and cuffed them together over her chest. She struggled against them, whining and looking desperate apparently not liking being this vulnerable.

I really didn't want my hair wet. It took forever to dry. I brought my hand up to wring my hair out when she grabbed onto it shocking me for the third time today.

She wasn't trying to grab my hand really, but pull off the bandages.

"Hey, stop—"

She tore the side of it and it flopped off the side of my palm and onto the ground. Awkwardness was insured when she saw.

"You have…mouths on your palms?" she said, her eyes haunted but couldn't seem to look away. I immediately pulled it back and tucked it safely in my other palm, my face felt hot.

I didn't really have anything to say to her. She just stared at me with eyes that looked to judgmental for my taste.

"You just sealed what I'm going to do to you, yeah."

I didn't mean to say that, because in actuality I didn't know what I was going to do with her. But the words were already up in the air and I couldn't pull them back.

I grabbed the bandages and went to walk out the door.

"W-wait! I didn't mean to tear it!" she yelled, her voice slightly shaking.

I stopped in my tracks. It was silent for a minute. I bit my lip and opened the door.

"Enjoy your new roommate."

With that I left her in the basement for the rest of the day with the puppet boy watching her every move.