I'm soooo sorry :( Had major computer problems.
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Me: Yeah, I know go ahead throw tomatoes.
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Me: Hey! That's not a tomato. Anyway, to make up for lost time I'll give you 2 chapters well, onto the story!
Disclaimer: Ah, we all know I don't own Naruto. So, let's just stay off that depressing fact
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"You better walk home, brat" Sasori said signaling his driver to lock the doors on the fully painted blonde. Deidara growled angrily, stomping his paint soaked foot. He reached for the handle but the car moved a few feet away from him.
Sasori rolled down the window enough for the bomb artist to see his dark brown eyes glare at him. "Touch the car and I'll make you a part of my puppet collection" he said his words laced with venom.
Deidara pouted for about 10 minutes until Sasori cleared his throat. "Get in" he said, opening the door. Deidara walked hesitantly to the car and gave the man a puzzling look.
"While you were throwing a childish temper tantrum, the paint dried. Do you want me to leave you?" Sasori sighed. Deidara quickly jumped into the car, earning a growl from Sasori.
"So, what'd you think Danna? Wasn't it amazing?" Sasori shrugged then looked over at Deidara. "What's on your arm brat?"
"Oh, Itachi gave me his number, un." Deidara smiled. The car slowed to a stop in front of a tall apartment building. "Ugh, I can't believe you live in this dump" Sasori grumbled.
"It's not a dump. It's actually pretty nice, but you live in a big house so of course you'd call a simple complex a dump, un" Deidara snapped, defending his home.
"Whatever." Deidara rolled his eyes and got out of the vehicle. "Later Sasori, un."
"See ya brat" The car drove off when Deidara stepped inside the building. Taking a right turn, Deidara headed toward his landlord's door. He knocked twice and a low voice answered.
"Who is it?" the low, scruffy voice asked. "Deidara, un. I have the rent." As soon as he said that the door flew open, revealing a tall man with a mask covering up most of his face except for his beady, bright green eyes.
"Hey, Kazuku" Deidara greeted stepping inside. Kazuku ignored the blonde, holding his hand out. "You said you have the rent?" he asked, blocking Deidara from moving any further. Deidara sighed pulling out a wad of cash.
Kazuku let out a heavy sigh, as if he'd been holding his breath and snatched the money away. "Sorry about the paint stains, un."
"Mesh, money is money" Kazuku muttered. He quickly counted the bills before shoving it into his pocket. "Welcome Deidara. Long time no see" Kazuku said, entering the kitchen and started to pour a clear liquid into three glasses.
"Yeah, it's been awhile. Where's Hidan?"
"I'm fucking over here Blondie!" yelled a man with silver slicked back hair. He was wearing dark grey jeans that hung low on his waist, showing the waistband of his boxers.
He wore nothing else except for a necklace with a pendant of the Jashin symbol. Hidan grabbed one of the glasses that Kazuku had poured vodka in and downed it in one gulp.
"Aah, what brings you over here?" Hidan asked pouring another helping. "Rent" Deidara said sipping the alcohol slowly.
Kazuku let out a low, rumbling chuckle as counted the money again making Deidara and Hidan roll their eyes.
"Anyway, did you get caught in the middle of a fucking paint ball war or something?" Hidan smirked. Deidara looked puzzled for a second.
"Oh! My art show involved a few buckets of paint." Deidara shrugged. "Hm. Whose number is that?" Deidara blushed slightly at the still visible seven digits. "It's, uh, Itachi Uchiha's"
"You mean Uchiha as in Uchiha Corporations? They're loaded!" Kazuku said gripping Deidara's shoulders.
If Deidara wasn't mistaken, that dark spot forming on Kazuku's mask was him drooling at the thought of how rich the Uchihas' were. "Uh, yeah, un."
"Kazuku, let go of the boy. Greed is a sin and Jashin doesn't approve of that kind of fucking behavior" Hidan said. Kazuku rolled his eyes and exited the room.
"Well, I better leave. Night Kazu-san, Hidan." Deidara said turning toward the door. "Oh, wait a second Blondie!" Hidan yelled running to the laundry chute in the wall. Deidara stopped and watched as Hidan banged on the square panel and the latch open.
"Reeeorrw!" a sound came from behind the panel and after a few seconds a sand colored object flew out, followed by a couple of dirty socks and what not. "Taro!" Deidara ran to rescue his beloved cat.
"That damn cat was playing in the chute and the next thing you know he's making a fuss and refused to shut the hell up" Hidan complained. Taro, seeing his owner, leaped from the clothes into Deidara's arms.
"How long did you leave him in there?" Deidara scolded, picking lint from his kitten. "About an hour. But it's what he fucking deserves for scratching me! Should've skinned him for Jasin-sama." Hidan's eyes began to gleam with excitement at the idea.
Deidara gasped as Hidan began to laugh and darted out of the apartment to his, skipping two steps at a time. Once inside safely he set Taro down and sighed.
"Stupid ass Hidan." Deidara frowned, still able to hear the maniacs' laugh through the chute. Taro hissed loudly, darting into the bedroom.
Deidara closed the chute, hoping Hidan wasn't thinking of climbing it. The blonde toed off his shoes leaving them by the door and went to his room.
He undressed quickly, tossing the clothes into a hamper and threw himself ungracefully onto the bed. Deidara traced the number on his arm again before Taro's soft purr lulled him to sleep.
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Itachi looked up at the ceiling of his father's lobby. He'd been counting the tiles on the ceiling for several minutes, unconsciously memorizing each crack and dent. Last night Itachi was able to get past his father without him questioning the red paint smear.
To tell the truth Fugaku didn't even really acknowledge his sons' presence. He just grunted lowly as he entered the house, eyes glued to a mountain of paperwork from the office. Unfortunately for Itachi the same didn't happen with his mother.
She had attempted to interrogate her eldest son, but got nothing except for "I'll explain when the time comes". Itachi was glad she didn't press further, but knew she'd be watching.
And frankly that frightened him. One, two, three, a two inch crack in tile four. Itachi's eyes looked down; he was growing aggravated counting the tiles.
He wished his dad's meeting would hurry up and end so he could leave. "Excuse me Mr. Uchiha?" a small voice rang through Itachi's ears. His eyes immediately opened, though he couldn't remember ever closing them.
In front of him stood the pink haired secretary his father hired. "Is something wrong, Miss Haruno?" Itachi said with a friendly smile, though he was clearly annoyed with her.
This is the fifth time she was in his face. "Uh, there's a call waiting for you on line 2. They say it's important" she said looking away from his gaze. Itachi walked to the desk to answer the phone.
Who would be calling for him at the office? There was only one person he could think of, but that was silly he had his cell not the office number. Only one way to find out. "Hello, this is Itachi speaking."
"Hey, Itachi, un. It's me."
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Okay, that's part II and once again I'm sorry for the delay. And I hope you enjoy chapter 4! :)
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Kimiko Hyuuga-chan