Kitty-chan: Well, Sorry for the late update but here's chapter 3. I hope you like it, and I apologize in advance for its shortness.
Sakura: Kitty-chan does not own Naruto.
Temari didn't know what had possessed her to act the way she did. It was very childish and irresponsible and completely out of character for her. Now she really wasn't going to win over that blond freak.
Deidara. It had literally taken every fiber of her being not to lash out and kill him when she first entered his room. He looked at her as if he was so much better than she was, and it pissed her off to no end. She just wanted to cut off those precious hands of his and shove them down his throat.
But she needed control to accomplish this mission. Without it, her cover would surely be blown and there's no telling how dead she would be if she got caught.
With a sigh, she glanced around her practically empty room. It had a full sized bed with black bedding, a nightstand with a lamp and an alarm clock, a dresser, and a door to a closet that only contained a few Akatsuki cloaks in her size.
The room was so bare she was almost in tears, not like her old room in Suna was any different. But at least she had a few pictures and dirty clothes lying around in it to give it some character.
She was going to have to have a talk with Pein about her wearing the same outfit day in and day out.
She looked sadly into her closet, staring miserably at the Akatsuki cloaks that hung there ominously.
With yet another sigh she decided to leave her room in search of something to do. Maybe someone had a few books they could lend her.
After poking her head out of the door, she looked both ways down the hall and then mustering up her courage she ventured down the hall in what she hoped was the direction of the living room.
It wasn't long before she made it to a flight of stairs and she made her way down slowly. Luckily for her the stairs led into the living room where a few people were sitting around and watching TV.
The back of the couch was facing the stairs, and in front of the couch was a large TV. Temari glanced around. There were three people in the room as far as she could see. Two on the couch and one of the two chairs placed next to the couch. She didn't recognize any of them.
Temari sighed quietly and moved to sit in the available chair. One person turned to look at her as she did so. He was sitting closer to the chair she was about to sit in and made her momentarily hesitate because of his intimidating appearance.
He was large, blue, and had gills.
'Poor guy . . . I wonder how he got to looking that way,' she thought to herself.
She turned her attention to the TV. At least she now had something to do besides just sit around.
"Are you just gonna sit there and ignore us, girlie?" a gruff but jovial voice asked. Temari turned her attention to the blue man. He was watching her with slight interest.
"Sorry. I didn't know that introducing myself was of such importance to you. My name is Sabaku no Temari," she introduced holding out a hand to shake.
"Hoshigaki Kisame," the blue man grinned, shaking her hand firmly. "I think I like this one, Itachi," he replied to the dark haired man sitting next to him on the couch.
"It would be best that you don't take an interest in something . . . or rather someone. Do you not remember what happened the last time you did?" the dark haired man sighed. Kisame seemed to deflate.
"And not to mention the amount of money it cost," the guy in the chair growled, glaring at the blue man.
"I said I was going to work off that payment," Kisame barked. Temari, sensing the newfound tension, decided to leave.
"Well, I'm going to go get new clothes if anyone needs me," she replied, heading toward the stairs.
"The door is that way," Kisame piped up, seeming to have forgotten that she was in the room.
"I know . . . But I need a victim," she replied with a smile and continued up the stairs.
After reaching Deidara's room, she sighed, putting on a happy face and knocking on his door.
"Come in, hmm . . ." she heard his muffled reply.
She entered hesitantly, repeating over and over in her head, 'Don't kill him. Not yet. He'll die. Just not today.'
"What do you want, un?" he questioned rudely, and Temari had to force herself to smile.
"Well, I was going to get new clothes and—"
"No, un." Temari's eye twitched.
Why was she inviting him to go with her again? Oh yeah: to torture him. But it seemed like he was turning her little tactic around on her.
"Come on . . . I'm not asking much but with your knowledge of all the places we'll most likely go I'll know what to get . . . Besides you look like you need more clay anyways," that had gotten him. With a sigh he put his sculpture down, stood, and glared at her.
"You're carrying your own bags, un," he declared.
"Duh . . . I don't want any strange man hands on my stuff," she snapped back, letting a little bit of anger about her situation slip out. Deidara raised a brow at her sudden temper.
"Let's just go . . ." she muttered and turned around.
"And since you're dragging me with you, you're also buying the clay, hmm," he informed her, grabbing his cloak and started to follow her.
"What? Why would I do that?" she whirled around to snap at him, causing him to stop in her tracks.
"Because you made me mess up on my art, so you're going to pay for it, hmm," he answered crossly. Temari sighed and applied a little pressure on her temples to alleviate the migraine she was getting. She was going to lose her mind and this was only the first day.
"Whatever. I'll get the damn clay," she muttered, turning back around and stalking out of his room. She suddenly couldn't wait for this mission to be over with.
Kitty-chan: Well that was the chapter. I hope you liked it, and I apologize if there were any errors in it. I didn't proofread this chapter because I didn't really feel like it, so yeah. Please Review, and I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner.