A/N: Change of plans, all. I read through The Real Reasons again, and decided that I didn't need to change anything I had already published. I'll continue my story where I left off, and I'll try to develop the plot more. So please look forward to my next chapter!
Deidara and Kasumi were in the living room, the brother working on a new sculpture and the sister daydreaming. Without realizing it she smiled and sighed, leaning back in the chair.
"What are you so happy about?" he asked, scowling at her out of the corner of his eye.
"Nii-san, do you think Itachi would like me?"
"You are not dating that cocky, arrogant bastard."
"What about Hidan? He has those sexy abs..."
"That immortal freak? No way!"
"...I wonder if Sasori likes blondes—"
"Kasumi!"
"Okay okay, I give up. Well then who am I supposed to date? Those are all the guys who aren't ancient, part-fish, cannibal, or taken..."
"Taken, hm?"
"Isn't it obvious? Leader and Konan have got to be together!"
"...I'm just going to pretend I didn't hear that..."
Kasumi added some spices to the soup broth she was cooking up. She smiled as the aroma drifted up to her nostrils, reminding her of her travels. She didn't notice as a figure approached her from behind.
"Hey there… Kasumi, was it?"
"Oh, hey there Hidan! What's up?" Kasumi continued stirring the soup without looking up. Hidan scrunched up his nose at the scent of the broth, similar to that of garlic, pickles, and… was that mayonnaise he smelled? He shook his head and ignored the stench to the best of his abilities.
"Just wondering what you're up to… it smells pretty good in here."
"Oh, yeah, I'm cooking some homemade ramen. Do you want some?"
"I wasn't talking about the ramen." Hidan wrapped his arm around her shoulder and smirked as she tried to wiggle out of his grasp.
"H-hidan, what are you—"
"Forget the fucking soup! How about we… relax in my room for a while?"
Kasumi struggled as he dragged her down the main hall mercilessly, keeping one hand on her waist and the other securing her wrists. He pulled her into the last room on the left, tossing her onto the floor and locking the door.
"Hidan, stop this! Let me out!"
"Hehehe," he snickered, "you think I'm just going to let you go? I heard you talking to your damn brother earlier, I already know what you think of me bitch, and honestly I don't care what Deidara thinks. So why don't we just get down to business?"
He swiftly took off his cloak and she stood up, ready to fight him off.
"Don't you dare! I'm warning you, if you don't back off…"
"Come on, babe; let me see that dancer's body!" He quickly and roughly took hold of her shoulders and forced her down onto the bed. "I can't do that while you're fucking clothes are on, you know. You're making this more difficult than it has to be."
"No," Kasumi replied, her eyes suddenly glowing green, "you're making this difficult."
A/N: Cliffhanger!
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When he looked up, Kasumi was gone. There was no way she could escape that quickly while the door was locked.
"Where did you go, bitch?"
"Right here!"