The next day at school Hidan was smiling devilishly as he walked into the classroom. He was hoping to see Deidara so he could take his revenge on the blond. As he walked in he looked first toward the blond's seat, right across from his. But Deidara wasn't there. He frowned, disappointed.

"Dammit!" he cursed he cursed to himself, as he took a seat beside Kisame, the fish boy.

Itachi raised a brow curiously at the Jashinist's outburst, "Are you upset that your blond friend isn't here?" he asked, guessing the silver haired boy was mad because the blond hadn't shown up yet.

Hidan glared at the Uchiha. Itachi still remained unfazed though by the other's glare, "Of course he isn't, I just want to beat the crap out of him for yesterday!" he spat at the Uchiha, remembering how the blond had kicked him square in the nards the day before.

"What'd he do?" Kisame asked.

"That bitch kicked me in the kiwis!" The Jashinist growled angrily.

Kisame raised a brow at the unfamiliar word, "Kiwis?"

Itachi sighed, "Testicles," he explained to his blue skinned companion.

The fish boy formed an o with his mouth in realization and he chuckled, "That little blond did that to you?" he asked, chuckling between every word, "That's hilarious!"

Hidan just glared at the bigger boy beside him and punched the other's shoulder harshly, "Shut up!" he growled furiously.

Hidan ignored his table mates then and just settled back comfortably in his tiny seat, waiting for Deidara to arrive. Even as the bell rang for class to start, the blond was no where.

The Jashinist growled, frustrated with the absence of the blond and banged his head on the desk non to lightly.

For the next half of the day Hidan grew restless as he waited for the long haired blond to walk through the door any second now so he could start wailing on the younger male. But Deidara never showed up. It hadn't been until the end of school that he started to lose interest with beating the shit out of Deidara. That is until he met up with Kakuzu outside of his classroom.

The banker stared down at him confused with the lack of immediate cursing, complaining, or screaming and yelling. He shifted his eyes hesitantly from left to right for any explanation to show and looked back at the silver haired boy, "How was your day?" he asked the child warily, hoping a car ride long rant wouldn't be the entire answer.

He was surprised when the Jashinist just shrugged, "Asshole, I just want to go home."

The miser nodded in reply, happy that the normally obnoxious boy's request and led him out to the parking lot, and then on to a quiet uneventful ride home.

Kakuzu pulled into their driveway and the two walked into their sweet crappy home. Immediately the banker moved to his couch and laid back on the ugly, stained, torn couch that he'd gotten absolutely free from someone else's dumpster one night ten years ago.

Hidan went up to the tan man and held out his hand, palm up, "Let me use the phone to call my…..friend?" choking out the last word.

Kakuzu sighed and pulled out their small cellular phone. He gripped it in his hand tight.

Since phones connected to the wall was too much money Kakuzu had just kept that small cell phone that they all had to use. And even then the phone calls were limited since minutes were so expensive.

The miser turned his face to look at him raising a brow, "I don't believe you have a friend. Especially with that fucking mouth you have," he stated.

Pink eyes blazed angrily, "Give me the fucking phone you fuckin' ass munch!"

"Ask me for it politely Hidan," he smirked behind his dark mask.

The minor stomped his foot angrily and glared at the stitched man, "Please," he gritted out the first polite word he'd ever said, "Let me…"

"May I!" Kakuzu said.

The younger growled, "Please, ….may I use the fuckin phone,"

"Please may I use the phone!" Kakuzu corrected him.

Hidan cleared his throat, embarrassed but still angry, "Please… may I use the phone to call my friend?" he asked, using the clean, polite sentence.

Kakuzu grinned, "Nope." Then he rolled over onto his side so that his back was to the young Jashinist.

"Dammit!"

-:-

Meanwhile, back at the school Deidara trudged up to his classroom, panting from running all the way from his house to the school. Sasori had earlier that morning ignored his plea to take him to school, but the red haired man explained that if he wanted to go so bad he'd have to walk. So the young blond had set out on the trek from home to school.

It was already late in the day since he'd gotten lost a few times, and he whined when he saw the classroom door closed. He ran up to see if they'd let him in, finding it locked.

Before the boy could utter a word a small tear fell down his cheek, quickly turning into a huge waterfall of sad tears. He was so disappointed after his day of traveling through the treacherous city he'd gotten lost inside and jumping over neighborhood fences away from giant dogs.

This wouldn't have been a problem if he'd had his precious clay, but Sasori had banned him from the mud.

"Sasori," he whined the puppet master's name between his tears.

Then in a random puff of cheesy blue smoke, a fair haired six year old girl in a very cheesy blue wizard robe and matching hat appeared before the blond. Coughing from the dense smog burning her throat she caught his attention quickly.

Lifting his head up with tear stained cheeks he sniffled, "Are you my fairy god mother from the story book to help me?" he asked, remembering the only fairytale Sasori knew.

Shaking her head she approached him, "Nope, I'm just the wizard. I was sent by the boss to set the world right again." She explained to the young artist, grabbing him by his blond ponytail, "Come, you must return home."

Deidara cried out in pain as his hair was tugged, "No! I don't wanna go!"

Frustrated the wizard tugged harder on the wailing blond, "Come on you brat!"

"Hey!" Both kids looked up in surprise toward a familiar fire red haired boy.

"Danna!" Deidara instinctively wailed for the redhead in front of them to help him. The wizard could only chuckle.

"He's my brat!" the puppet master growled.

Releasing the blond, the wizard laughed, "That's what I hoped you'd say," she chuckled, disappearing into another puff of random smoke. Deidara fell to the ground with a squeak.

As the wizard's smoke disappeared Deidara pushed himself back to his knees. He sniffled sadly. He almost didn't notice Sasori approach him until a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder. Sasori frowned when he felt the blond cringe under his touch.

"Deidara," he called the younger's name gently.

One blue eye peeked out at him. Frightened of the consequences if he didn't he curled into the red head's arms.

"I'm sorry Danna," he mumbled, snaking his head up to kiss the red head's chin lovingly, "Please don't be mad at me anymore."

The older nodded, "I won't," he smiled, pressing his lips to the blond's in agreement.


A/N Wow, I can't belive I've been slacking off on this so long! Sorry about that guys, I promise now that everything is back on track, thanks to my wizard everything will be sailing smoothly for a few chapters.