That day, Itachi went to Deidara's house. He was really pale and bed-ridden. "I'm fine enough to talk, Itachi. There's gotta be a reason you came." Itachi nodded. "Yup. It's about experiment crossdress for success." "oooh, this has gotta be interesting." Deidara said, sitting up. "Anyways, spit it out." Itachi sat down on the bed. "We're going to my summer home for spring break." Deidara shrugged. "Doesn't suprise me. Let me guess, our boyfriends are coming." "You got it." Itachi said. "Here's the catch. That's when we're going to tell them we're boys." Deidara nodded. "Not immedietly, a few days in, when we're all settled." "Got it."


It was a week before Deidara coming back to school was even a thought. But she did. But she looked like hell. She had lost about fifteen pounds and was extremly pale and fragile. Sasori wanted to hug her, but he was afraid that she would fall apart in his arms at the slightest touch. She hadn't even bothered to get dressed proper. Just wearing black sweatpants and and oversized plain white t-shirt. "Hey, Deidara. A-are you all right?" Sasori asked. Dei gave him a weak smile. "If I wasn't here, I wouldn't be." She murmered. "But you look like death..." "I'm FINE!" Deidara insisted. "Don't be a shithead." Kisame rolled his eyes and laughed. "See? She's still alive andk kicking." He said sarcastically.

"But-" Sasori started. "-whatever." He sighed. "I guess I am a little too worried." Deidara laughed. "Don't worry that's not the first time that's happened. I get sick all the time!" "But that's what worries me!" Itachi stood up. "MY SKIRT'S UNCOMFORTABLE!" She yelled, and then the bell rang. Deidara laughed, walking alongside her best friend. "What the hell was that!?" She said. "Distraction." Itachi simply said. "Distraction."