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A/N: … PARTY!

Warning: OOC-Ness may happen during the party. This is a product of high amounts of sugar and possibly, in most of their cases, underage consumption of alcohol brought on by the inability to think logically due to hyperactivity. There's also a future chance of nudity, guys and girls possibly making out, and child-scarring mental images. Rating will be raised to M. I apologize beforehand. This is also a very long and quite possibly fun chapter. A few inspirations taken from xX Twilight-Hime Xx's birthday party.

Disclaimer: Naruto is not a product of my imagination and all respective characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

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Gaara shook Aiko awake. "Mira-San, wake up."

Aiko mumbled some inaudible words and swatted at him. "Mmmnnnmm."

Sasori sat down and picked at an apple he picked up. "Look at that, Kazekage-Sama, the brat sleepwalked naked into the kitchen," he commented.

Aiko jumped up. "Hmmm? What?"

Sasori smirked at Gaara, an eyebrow raised. "She's not that hard to tick."

Gaara muttered, "Shut up and leave my ninjas alone. They're not your toys."

Aiko yawned and stretched. "Good Morning, Kazekage-Sama and Sasori." She cocked her eyebrows in confusion and poked her forehead. "EWWW!!! What is it?!" she demanded, scratching the gooey mess off.

Sasori grabbed a piece and tasted it. "Hmm. That is one rather tasty muffin."

Aiko glared and stormed away, throwing the remains of her squashed muffin in the trash.

Kankuro came downstairs. "Gaara,"

"Yes?" Gaara asked, grabbing a glass of milk from the refrigerator.

"I think this house needs a party," he said bluntly.

Gaara looked at him strangely, "What?"

"A party! Loosening up type-event," he encouraged.

Sasori thought about it. "I agree with the boy. All of you pathetic ninjas are much too tightly wound."

Kankuro snapped at Sasori, "Just 'cause you're some sorta genius, doesn't mean you can talk like that about us, got it?"

Sasori only narrowed his eyes at Kankuro. "I'll kill you."

Gaara hushed them both, "I will not sponsor a large party in the sanction of my own home."

Kankuro snorted. "I never said it had to be one of those fancy high-class parties with lots 'o chicks and people and stuff. You just need a day off. Got it?"

Gaara sighed. "How many people?"

"Me, Temari, You, Sasori, Aiko, Hikaru, and maybe a few Konoha people."

"Name those few," Gaara ordered.

"The Hyuugas, Ten-Ten, Lee, Umm… Naruto and his crew are on missions," Kankuro counted off. "Definitely that Nara guy. Tem would kill me if I invited everyone but him. Yamanaka, that big guy… what's-his-face."

"Please no foreign ninjas," Gaara said. "If there is going to be a party it must be small and limited."

Kankuro laughed. "You're just mad Naruto can't make it."

Gaara shook his head. "I am upset Naruto would not make it, but still. I need small, not large and chaotic."

Sasori grew bored and threw his apple at Kankuro. "Throw that out for me, won't you, kid?" he asked as he walked out.

Kankuro mimicked him before tossing the apple into the trash. "Stupid asshole…"

"Agreed," Gaara sighed.

"What's his problem anyway? The guy got his period?" he snickered.

The Kazekage chuckled. "It wouldn't surprise me."

"So, how about all of us in the house can have a small informal thing," Kankuro finally suggested.

Gaara considered it before nodding. "Ok."

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"Pass me that, will you?"

Temari passed Aiko the apple she pointed out. They had left the house for some much needed girl-time and were preparing for a bit of shopping. Never going towards obsessive spending. Temari asked her, "Which store should we visit first?"

"Maybe the clothes shop," Aiko replied, swallowing her bite. "It's best we leave the fun store last."

She laughed, "The weapons shop?"

"You know it," the smaller kunochi grinned. "Plus, my mission clothes are almost worn out."

"Why can't clothes be as durable as weapons?" Temari muttered.

Aiko said teasingly, "To spite us, dear." They laughed. Aiko wrinkled her nose. "Why's that puppet-obsessed psycho coming this way?"

"Which one?" Temari joked.

"The evil one," Aiko laughed.

Sasori raised his brow at their laughing as he stopped before them.

Aiko looked up at him. "Yes, Sasori?"

"The boy and Kazekage sent me to tell you that they have thought up of a sort of informal party evening. All residents of the Kazekage manor must apparently attend," he explained.

Temari and Aiko winced. "We should get home soon," Temari said hesitantly. "Before my brothers destroy the house."

"Agreed."

Sasori began to walk away. "Where are you going?" Temari demanded.

He shrugged. "Home, maybe?"

"And why the hell did those idiots let you out of the house without telling me?" Aiko interrogated.

"Who knows?" Sasori asked them, "May I leave? I hate looking at this…" He looked around with disgust. "Sorry excuse of a village."

The girls looked at each other. "That's three sins, Temari."

Temari nodded solemnly. "He must be properly punished."

Sasori glared at them and sneered, "What are you twits chattering about?"

Aiko declared, "AS PUNISHMENT FOR FOUR ALEGDED SINS, YOU MUST COME WITH US ON OUR SHOPPING PORTION OF THE DAY!"

"What four sins?!" Sasori demanded.

"One, interrupting our picnic," Temari counted off, "two, going out of the mansion unsupervised, three, offending the village of Sunagakure, and four, calling us twits."

Aiko and Temari grabbed his arms before he could run, dragging the protesting puppeteer towards the shopping district.

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Sasori growled, "I hope you both know that once I find a way to escape, I'll kill you in slow painful deaths?"

"Mm hmm…" Aiko said, paying no heed to his words. She turned to Temari. "What do you think of this shawl? I need casual wear too."

"You should try something better for you," Temari cautioned.

"Thanks."

Sasori grumbled. Not only did they kidnap him into this god-forsaken store, but were also ignoring him completely. He glared daggers at them, hoping that one of them broke a stupid nail or something. He looked at the ceiling in sheer boredom, hoping to just disappear. God this would be more fun if he could get the brat's attention from her stupid clothes and tease her for a good, long minute at least. She was always good for that.

Temari and Aiko hurried to go try on their clothes after a brisk word of warning to Sasori for him to stay and not run off. He stood there, flirting with blushing teenage girls with just his eyes. They giggled and hid behind their scarves, but stopped and glared when they apparently saw something they did not find to their liking.

Aiko called to Sasori, "Get over here! Me and Temari need a third opinion!"

He rolled his eyes and reluctantly trudged to them. "Yes, brat?"

"Judge our clothes! Do they look nice? Do they make us look fat? What do you think?"

Sasori looked at them briskly. Temari, the modest one at the very least, wore a black skirt that came to her ankles with a lavender colored shirt. She wore a purple and red obi on her waist with a grin on her face. He noted to her, "You look better than usual, at least."

Aiko sighed. He couldn't have thought of a better compliment?

Temari twitched and maintained her grin forcefully. "Charming."

Sasori snorted. "You should brace yourself, brat."

"Why's that?" she asked.

"Because you look like a tiny little stick in clothes that are much, much too big for her. The clothes make you look even shorter than usual."

Aiko glared. "Thanks for the note, Sasori," she said dryly.

"Better I told you than anyone else," he defended.

Aiko went around, looking for a different outfit.

The girls from before smiled in relief. He didn't have a girlfriend, obviously. They giggled again when he looked at them. He turned his gaze searching, watching them. They shivered in delight when they felt his gaze. It made them feel exposed, in the good way.

Temari told him curtly, "If you're done trying to seduce innocent girls, your judging services are required."

He grumbled and looked at Aiko, "What, irritating brat?"

She said sarcastically, "Sorry for being such a bother."

"You don't mean that."

"Of course not, genius," she muttered. "Okay, you can make kissy faces at those girls after you're done."

"Turn," he ordered in boredom as she complied without complaint. She looked a bit better. "What's with you and your sadistic torture?" he asked, irritated.

Aiko smiled sweetly, "Love you too, Psycho-Dear."

"Bitch."

"Bastard."

He muttered, "You're the strange one… Anyway," he looked at her for a short moment.

"Well?" she asked impatiently.

Sasori said, "You look like… meh. You'll do." He turned to Temari. "Can we leave now?"

She threw her boot at him angrily.

Sasori caught it before it hit him and handed it to her. "I'm being serious. This is so much of a bother."

Aiko grumbled and went to change before coming back out. "Happy?" She snapped at him.

"A bit," he shrugged.

Temari grabbed the clothes and went to pay.

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The three of them made their way through the streets of Sunagakure, Aiko and Sasori occasionally exchanging words of disgust directed towards the other. Temari rubbed her head to ward off an incoming migraine. "Will you two shut up?"

Sasori glared at Aiko. "She started it."

"Me?" she laughed dryly. "I don't think so, psycho."

"Senile bitch."

"Sadistic bastard," she retorted.

"Midget."

"Hun, you shouldn't speak to me about height. You're a shortie for a guy."

Sasori mused her hair. "As long as I'm taller than you, I'll call you whatever I please."

She bit him.

"BITCH!" he cursed, "What the hell was that for?!"

Aiko stuck her tongue out at him. "For being an asshole."

Temari yelled. "BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP OR SO HELP YOU KAMI, I—"

"Okay, okay…" Aiko said, holding her hands up in defense.

The rest of the walk home was in silence. Finally, they reached the doors of the Kazekage manor. Temari almost screamed when she saw the mess in the hall. "GAARA! KANKURO!"

Both of them froze in the next room. Kankuro reluctantly peered into the front hall. "Y-yea?"

"What the hell is it with this fucking mess?!" Temari demanded.

"Umm… I'll clean it up in a second… Gaara? How about you take the girls' bags up?"

Gaara scurried into the room and grabbed the bags, dashing upstairs. Kankuro started picking up the mess on the floor. Aiko and Temari sat in the kitchen, talking about what they should do for tonight. Sasori went upstairs to his room.

Temari looked at Aiko. "Ai?"

"Hmm?"

"I don't trust Sasori."

Aiko sighed. "Neither do I…" She looked off. "I had a really weird dream last night…"

"What happened?"

She furrowed her eyebrows. "I remember Sasori and Gaara in my room, glaring at each other. I was in Sasori's arms and he was bent towards me, like he was going to kiss me, but I slapped him away and then the dream faded…"

Temari frowned. "That doesn't sound good."

Aiko buried her face in her arms. "I… I can't let him know, but…" Aiko looked around nervously. "I'm afraid of Sasori… I keep getting the feeling that he's going to kill me at any moment." The girl shivered involuntarily. "It's like he's just going to snap and stab us all to death before running away…"

The other kunochi said to her, "Even I don't think he's that stupid."

"That's the point, Temari. He's not stupid!" Aiko looked panicked. "He always looks like he's planning something and… and… I get the feeling that what he wants, he'll get."

"You're just being paranoid, maybe we really do need this party…"

Aiko looked out the window of the kitchen and whispered under her breath, "I hope you're right, Tem… I honestly hope you're right…"

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Sasori smirked. So then she really was afraid of him. He looked around at his room and walked to a wall, taking out a tile and examining the contents of the tiny compartment: A small scroll, a few mini-screwdrivers, and a vial the size of half his thumb. The puppeteer rolled the vial in his palm, musing to himself. He had planned the child's death many times in his mind, all of them being in haste, but this time was different. No… He wouldn't be in a hurry to leave. He had time to kill. Sasori watched as the jaws of a plant came through his wall. "Zetsu."

"Sasori," he greeted back.

Sasori sat on his bed. "Any news so far?"

Zetsu nodded. "We've captured all of the hosts' beasts except for two. Deidara committed suicide during a battle with Itachi's younger brother. I've already told you that Hidan and Kazuku both died…"

"I knew Deidara's downfall would be his obsession," Sasori muttered after hearing the details of his old partner's death. "Anything else I should be aware of?"

"Pein doesn't want you to hurry. He wants to call on you later on."

He nodded. "I'll signal when I escape from here."

Zetsu faded back into the shadows.

Sasori lay back in his bed, rethinking his entire plan for escape for a few hours before he was called down. He twitched in irritation when he saw all sorts of sweets and treats laid out on the floor, with his three other housemates in the center of it all. Aiko called to him, scooting over. She obviously changes moods easily…

He sighed and walked over, sitting with them.

"Can I have a cookie now?" Aiko asked impatiently. "I did what you told me to do."

Ahh. Now he understood. They were rewarding her for being nice to him.

Kankuro tossed her a cookie. The girl cried out, "COOKIE!!!" and began nibbling happily on the sweet.

"Retard…" he muttered under his breath.

Aiko chose to ignore him, happily occupied with her precious reward.

Gaara asked Temari, "What are we going to do?"

"Well… I was thinking we eat some of this crap first, then play a few party games," she said, letting down her hair.

Kankuro was already pouring himself some drinks. Sasori and Gaara followed suit and ate a few sweets. A few then became some, some became quite a bit, and quite a bit became a lot. Within the hour, everyone was already drunk on sugar.

Temari brought out the bottle, much happier and bolder than average. "We're gonna play some spin the bottle!"

Cheers went up all around. Aiko's hand shot up in determination. "I WANNA BE FIRST!"

Temari tossed her the bottle so the girl could place it on the ground and spin it. The bottle spun about eleven times before landing on Kankuro. "Kanky…" she grinned evilly.

"Yea?" he said, a bit worried because of the smile.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare," he declared.

Aiko pointed at the freezer in the kitchen. "I dare you to pour ten bowls of ice into your pants. Two of those bowls have to be in your underpants."

He gasped. "Evil bitch!"

The girl grinned as everyone else laughed once Kankuro had all ten bowls in his pants. He shivered. "My balls are freezing…"

Sasori laughed. "Spin the bottle, kid."

Kankuro spun. It landed on Gaara. "Truth or Dare."

Gaara blinked and said, "Truth."

Kankuro grimaced. "Is it true that you sleep with your old blanket?"

"I don't sleep with it, but I huggles it when I'm sad," he said, frowning.

Aiko looked at him before squealing and hugging the Kazekage tightly, "AWWW! KAZEKAGE-SAMA!!!! (Cries) YOU'RE SO CUUUTE!!!!!"

Temari nodded, her eyes watery and fists clenched at her chest. "I'm proud to be your supportive older sister!!!"

Gaara blushed and took the bottle, spinning it. "…" It landed on Sasori. "Truth or dare?"

Sasori yawned. "Dare."

"I dare you to stand on your head for ten minutes," Gaara said.

Sasori did a simple headstand. Ten minutes later, he was at the bottle. He spun. It landed on Kankuro. "Truth or dare?"

Kankuro twitched. "Tr-tru-truth."

"Is it true that you're obsessed with your puppets?"

"No…" he said shiftily. "I am not…"

Aiko shot up. "LIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Temari said frankly, "What'll be the punishment?"

Sasori said, "You girls have make up?"

Aiko shook her head, but Temari nodded. "Just a little bit, though."

"Good. Go get some."

Temari went upstairs and went to her room before coming back down a few minutes later. In her hands were simple creams, lip-paint, and such. Sasori took them from her before smearing lip-paint on Kankuro's forehead. The others caught wind of what he was doing and grabbed cosmetics to draw all over the poor guy's face. "COME ON!" Kankuro protested. "MY BALLS ARE ALREADY FREEZING OFF!"

They laughed and pulled away. Gaara snickered, "You look very pretty, Kankuro."

He glared at his brother. "Not funny." Kankuro grabbed the bottle and spun. It landed on Temari. "Truth or Dare?"

Temari wondered, "Hmm… I would pick dare, but then again… Whatever. Dare."

"I dare you to dare the next six people you dare to drink six cans of soda mixed with six spoons of extra sugar each and to do it with them."

Temari shrugged. "Okay." She spun and it landed on Aiko. "Truth or Dare?"

Aiko smiled. "Dare."

Temari twitched as she handed over the sodas and such. She prepared her own as well. When the sugar was poured and sodas opened, she looked at the other girl. "Bottoms up?"

She grinned. "You know it." Both girls chugged down the cans, listening to Kankuro, Gaara, and Sasori's 'Chug! Chug!' chants in the background. Aiko stood up and whooped, dancing around and wagging her hips when she finished before Temari. "HA! I WIN!" A cheer went up through the group. Aiko spun and it landed on Sasori. "Truth or Dare," she said with a glint.

He accepted the unvoiced challenge. "Dare. Give me your worst."

Aiko said, "I dare you to streak through Sunagakure. Two to five minutes."

"I'll do it," Sasori announced. "First hand me a few bottles of alcohol. Can't do this sober."

Gaara went to the cellar and grabbed the requested bottles, handing them to Sasori. "Have fun," he grimaced.

"I will," he said, uncorking the first bottle and taking a long swing from it. A few gulps later and he was tipsy. Sasori shook his head, musing to himself. "Hmm… Maybe a few more should do it…" A couple more gulps and the puppeteer was swinging. "BRING IT ON!" he slurred.

Aiko giggled and said, "Give us your clothes."

Sasori stripped down and tossed his clothes at the brunette. "See ya'll in a few minutes." He saluted them and ran out of the door into the night. All of the remaining people began laughing manically. It was, thankfully, midnight and very few people caught sight of the streaking redhead. He weaved through the streets, heading back a full three minutes later and standing in front of the manor five minutes after he left. "HA! I did it! Now gimme my stuff. I got sand in meh butt."

Aiko giggled madly, handing him his clothes back.

Sasori dressed as they all made their way back to their little circle. He took the bottle and spun. He grinned as it landed on Gaara. "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," he said bluntly.

"I dare you to make that one," he indicated Aiko, "sit on your lap for the next eight spins."

"Okay. Not too bad." Gaara looked at Aiko, "Well…" She stood up and plopped down on the Kazekage's lap, blushing beet red. Gaara took the bottle, reached over the girl on his lap, and spun, landing on Temari. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Do you think that this game is getting a little old?"

Temari nodded. "I thinkers we should come back to it later."

Everyone else shrugged and nodded. Aiko asked, "What next?"

Kankuro ran to the bathroom and poured the half-melted ice out of his pants. He sighed in relief as he sat down.

Sasori said, "We should play 'Have you ever'."

Everyone else looked at each other and nodded. "Okay."

Aiko spoke up, "But I think that we should say things even if we've done it."

Temari said, "Pour the drinks, Sasori."

Sasori went to the kitchen, coming back later with five glasses. He set them all down, pouring some of the wine in each. Everyone grabbed respective glasses. He started. "I've never… Hmm…" he thought about it. "I've never stabbed myself by accident."

Aiko and Kankuro both drank. Aiko coughed, holding her drink out in front of her. "Damn that's strong."

"You'll get used to it," Sasori said.

Gaara said, "I've never thought about screwing someone of the same sex."

No one drank.

Aiko went next, "I've never had sex."

Sasori drank. He shook his head. "You're really missing out."

Temari said, "I've never wanted to curse out the next person that talked to me."

Everyone drank.

Kankuro said, "I've never had a severe crush."

Aiko and Temari drank, both blushing.

The boys all laughed. Temari muttered, "Shut up and move on…"

Sasori said, "I've never had dirty thoughts about someone sitting in this room."

He, Aiko, and Gaara all drank.

Kankuro coughed. "Gaara?!"

The kazekage glared. "Don't ask." He then said, "I've never had a happy childhood."

Only Aiko drank. Sasori swayed a bit. "Umm… Kinda. Not really, but whatever." He drank a small sip.

Aiko said, "I've never been out in public without clothes."

Sasori drank.

"I've never been touched sexually."

Aiko and Sasori drank.

Kankuro muttered, "Daaaamn Aiko, You're going to run out soon." He shook his head and said, "I've never been turned on by the sound of a vibration."

Sasori, Kankuro, and Temari drank.

"I've never wanted to or have given someone a hand job."

Temari drank.

Kankuro started to laugh when she did.

"Shut. Up," she hissed.

Gaara said, "I've never misunderstood someone and made a complete idiot of myself."

Kankuro, Temari, and Aiko all drank.

By this point, everyone was quite drunk, questions started to get filthier and filthier, more and more personal, very few of them being silly or innocent.

Sasori shook his glass. "Hmm… I'm out. I lost."

One question later, Aiko had an empty glass as well.

Five questions later, Temari bowed out.

Two more later, Kankuro had his last sip.

Gaara blinked. "I won?"

"Yay!" Aiko cheered, giving him a big kiss on his cheek.

Temari yawned and held her head. "I'm going off to bed. You guys have fun."

Kankuro went with her. "See ya in the morning."

Aiko, Sasori, and Gaara all looked at each other, not even remotely tired. Aiko said, "Let's play traditional Spin the Bottle."

They went back to the bottle and Gaara spun. A few spins later, it landed on Sasori. The older redhead grimaced. "Do I have to?"

Aiko nodded, grabbing a few cookies.

Gaara and Sasori looked at each other, clearly neither liking the prospect of kissing the other. They exchanged a small peck and immediately pulled away. "ICK!" Sasori made a face, matching Gaara's in disgust.

Aiko blushed and squealed. "OMG!"

The two glared at her and Sasori spun. This time it landed on the girl. "Thank God…" he muttered. He placed his chin on his fist and smirked as the girl twitched. She turned and said impatiently, "Well?"

He grabbed hold of her chin and pulled her face to his, his lips meeting hers and pressing against them, molding together. He held her for a good ten seconds before Aiko slapped him away.

"Okay! A little too kiss-happy!" she said, taking the bottle and spinning it. She groaned when it landed on Sasori again. She turned to him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

Sasori chuckled and spun, his grin fading when it landed on Gaara. "…" The two gave a small peck again before pulling back.

Gaara muttered, "Pass that alcohol again." Sasori tossed it to him, the kazekage taking a long, deep sip. He gulped and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, putting the bottle to the side. He spun, hissing in relief when it landed on Aiko. The girl in question squeaked and blushed, grabbing the half-full bottle of alcohol and draining it. She turned back to Gaara and grabbed his face, kissing him like she always wanted to. A few seconds later, they pulled back, panting a bit.

Sasori said, "Did I see tongue there, you two?"

Aiko stuck hers out at him. "That's for us to know and you to think about."

"Careful, I might bite that," he flirted.

"Eww," she said, spinning. It landed on Sasori. "Double Eww."

Sasori smirked. "Come on, it shouldn't be that bad for you. I know you want to kiss me."

Gaara shook his head at the exchange.

Aiko snorted. "I would if you shut up every once in a while." She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his, pulling back a five seconds later. "Happy?"

"Immensely." He spun, the bottle landing on Gaara. Again. He cursed the bottle.

The brunette said, "If you guys kiss for ten seconds, I'll kiss you each for a minute from now on."

They looked at each other, deciding if it was worth it. Sasori asked, "And if we don't?"

"All you get is pecks," she answered cheerfully.

Gaara asked, "Only this turn?"

"Mmmhmm."

Sasori and Gaara leaned in and pressed their lips together for exactly ten seconds before washing down their mouths with water. "You owe us, bitch," Sasori coughed.

She rolled her eyes. "Just spin, Gaara."

He spun and wanted to throw the bottle down in hatred when it landed on Sasori. Both pecked before pulling back in a hurry. Sasori spun as he drank more water. It landed on Aiko. "Finally!"

She shrugged and leaned towards him. Sasori grabbed her shoulders and kissed her deeply, his lips guiding hers in movement, pulling back a minute later. "That definitely kills all the gayness."

Aiko rolled her eyes and spun, in glee when it landed on Gaara. She faced him and they kissed, softly at first, then slowly developing into it and by the time they pulled away, a small trail of spit pulled apart, breaking. They blushed and turned away. Sasori frowned. "I think I'm jealous."

Gaara shrugged. "I'm more likable than you."

"Ha! You wish," Sasori laughed.

Gaara mimicked him before spinning, the bottle landing on the girl again. They kissed their share, Aiko's heart speeding a few paces.

Sasori rolled his eyes as she spun. He said when it landed on him, "I really need to show you what a real kiss is."

"You couldn't kiss if your life depended on it," she said dryly.

He said, "Care to prove you wrong?"

"Go ahead," she said, crossing her arms. She squeaked when Sasori held her cheek and brought their faces together. He kissed her, sending little trembles down her spine. Aiko closed her eyes and parted her lips, Sasori taking this as an invitation to add a little tongue dance to their kiss. His filled whatever space in her mouth was unoccupied, exploring, tasting, and making her head spin.

Gaara looked away, suddenly feeling awkward.

Aiko almost fainted when they pulled apart after the minute passed, panting for breath and pressing a hand to her heart. Sasori smirked. "Wasn't I right?"

"Umm… It was nice," she said quietly. Aiko stood up and said, "I'm going up to bed. I think… yeah… I think we should all go to sleep… What do you guys think?"

Gaara stood up and cleared his throat. "Yeah… Bed sounds good."

Sasori merely shrugged. "Alright."

The three of them went upstairs, Gaara turning down a hallway halfway to their rooms, muttering that he needed to go check on something. The pair walked in silence. Aiko felt sick a few minutes later. She held her stomach.

"You okay?" Sasori asked. "You look a little green."

Aiko swallowed and nodded. "Y-yeah… I'm fine."

He said dryly, "Liar." Sasori grabbed her arm and pulled her into his room. He sat her on his bed and went into the bathroom, coming out with a cup of water. "Drink, now."

Aiko took a long gulp, drinking it all. She breathed out once it was empty, "I feel better… I should get to my room."

He pressed her down by the shoulder. "No you shouldn't. You're not getting sick in your room and then bothering me during the night."

"I would bother you if I stayed here."

"It makes more sense for you to stay here rather than dash back and forth between rooms."

She stayed silent, stifling a sleepy yawn a bit later. Aiko kicked off her shoes and curled into the bed, holding herself as she slowly fell asleep. Sasori got dressed for bed and, once he made sure she was out for the count, lifted the girl off the bed and pulled out the sheets and laid her in. He got in besides her, thinking to himself as he fell into sleep. This plan will definitely work. I've already planted a seed of a different image into their minds. He chuckled before slipping into unconsciousness.

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A/N: Best. Fucking. Chapter. Ever. I had so much fun writing it! I didn't even notice how much I wrote! OVER 5,500 WORDS! But yes, as always, the chapter ends on an unfinished note, leaving room for development. :) A GOOD NIGHT TO YOU ALL!!!

And a note, this story has officially turned 180. No more is the light mood. From now on, Sasori's taking over and he's out for blood. See what happens next time! Whenever I update...