(A/N) Chapter Ten! Thanks to Sadame for the first comment on my latest chapter and yes, I got plans for both Dei and Mada. He just might sit back and get his popcorn.

I DO NOT own Naruto. If I did, I'd make a real movie out of them just for the fun of it. (I wonder how Hidan would look in rl?)

Based off An Uchiha's Love Life: Tobi/Madara's Revenge

In The Crowd around Ryozo Manor

"Was that him?," Madara almost said out loud as he heard those words.

He looked through the overcrowded streets, searching for a certain blonde ninja. He trained his eyes on a blonde bobbing ponytail. It has to be him, right? He couldn't have been just hearing things! He decided to make the move. He jogged through the crowd, happy to see the blonde ponytail getting closer and closer.

"It's him," he thought frantically, "It just has to be him!"

The orange masked immortal reached out into the crowd and grabbed the blonde by their arm.

"Dei-," he started to say but stopped, "dara?"

He stared at the ponytail and instantly looked down at the person who he was holding.

"Who are you?," a young woman's voice asked him.

A group of other people stopped and looked at the scene unfolding. He looked at the woman and observed her short, purple uniform.

"Um….I…,"Madara stuttered in his Tobi voice, "thought you were someone else."

The group of people that stopped along with her, stared at him. He looked at the other ninja's and noticed their headbands. Leaf Villagers…..here?

"S…sorry," Madara muttered.

The blonde woman turned away from the immortal and looked at her teammates.

"Shika, Choji, we gotta go meet up with Kakashi's team before it gets late," the blonde woman stated.

The spiky haired boy known as Shikamaru sighed and stretched boringly.

"God, Ino," Shikamaru sighed, "You're such a pain."

The team turned away and disappeared into the crowd of people. Madara rubbed his temples out of frustration. Holy crap, he was having a horrible day. His mind was starting to play tricks on him. He sighed to himself and took a seat in a nearby bench.

"The Leaf Village teams are here?," he pondered as he rested, "This mission's just getting harder and harder."

At The Ishikawa Inn

In reality, the person that the Uchiha ran into was our beloved Deidara Iwa. The bomber had disappeared into the crowd and turned the block by the time that Madara had spotted Ino Yaminaka. If the he knew that the man wearing the swirly mask was his enemy, the town would have already been reduced to nothing, but burnt ashes and mutilated corpses.

Deidara stopped in the middle of the crowd a block away and stared at the inns' sign. It was about time that he found an open room. This place was totally packed because of the festival that was supposed to take place tomorrow evening. The bomber grinned to himself joyfully.

"Fireworks…," he thought happily, "now, that's art."

He walked into the inn and paid for his room, completely unaware that Madara strolled up the street behind him and rented a room at the very same inn.

Day Three

Deidara snapped awake. He laid on his back in the bed that he rented yesterday evening. Ever since he 'woke up', bad memories and nightmares have been plaguing him.

"God, my head hurts," he groaned tiredly.

He ran his fingers through the golden mass he called hair and sat up. He looked at the clock sitting by his bed and listened to the slow ticking.

"It's time to get ready," the bomber thought to himself, "I got a date with death."

The light from the outside rising sun greeted him. Villagers were up at the early morning buying fireworks and things for tonight's' events, but this assassin was preparing for something more important. He packed his belongings and left the inn, once again entering the crowded streets around the Ryozo Manor.

Regrettably, he wasn't the only one with the same idea. On the other side of the village, Kakuzu and Hidan walked through the swelling streets and observed the festivities.

"So, what the fuck's the plan, fuck face?," Hidan crudely asked his partner.

Kakuzu grumbled as he scanned the crowd.

"Every year, Kin Ryozo makes an appearance during the festival," Kakuzu stated, "although, he's upped his security."

Hidan grinned darkly and gripped his scythe. The only reason the immortal was able to bring his blade was because his partner had disguised it inside of a music case. As far as anyone knew, he was some sort of albino musician.

"Calm yourself," he told the Jashinist, "Deidara will show himself soon enough and then you can kill him."

Hidan burst out laughing like a madman. His skin itched with the urge to spill blood.

"Don't kill the Ryozo's," the masked man reminded his psychotic partner, suddenly dampening his mood.

Hidan grumbled multiple curses under his breath at his partners nagging attitude. He wanted to kill so badly that it made his skin crawl. As they passed a couple hotels, he got an idea.

"Hey fucker," the silver immortal asked casually, "can we take a break from this swarm of heathens? They're making me fucking claustrophobic."

Kakuzu took a deep breath to relax. He hadn't taken into consideration that they have been traveling for three days straight. The crowding of random people made him nervous.

"Fine, dumbass," the masked immortal grumbled.

Hidan grinned from ear to ear. Oh Jashin, he was gonna have some fun as soon as he got Kakuzu in private. The immortal grabbed his partners' wrist and yanked him to the closest inn.

"You're so gonna get some!," he laughed cockily.

(A/N~ Yeah, I'm putting some HidaKaku in here! :D)

Hidan threw his scythe floor as he and his partner walking into their rented room. Kakuzu followed his idiotic partner and sat on their bed. The Jashinist shed his Akatsuki cloak that they turned inside out to hide themselves from nosy tourists.

"Come on," he nagged his masked partner, "take it off."

He sat down next to Kakuzu and pushed him down on his back.

"Get off of me," the masked ninja snarled, "you're such a dumbass."

Hidan straddled his man and started kissing his neck and biting his mask.

"Take it off Kaku…," he whined hornily, "I want it…."

Kakuzu twitched in frustration. That dumbass idiot couldn't be horny at a time like this could he? After a frustrated grumble, he loosened the threads holding his mask onto his face and let the silver bastard have him.

"Fine," he answered, "have fun."

He unzipped his pants and laid down to let his partner ride him. The Jashinist left love bites wherever he kissed. He moved his hands under his lovers' cloak, growling lightly as he planned his next sensual moves.

"Oh, Kaku…,"Hidan thought lustfully, "you always act so nonchalant, but I know how much you want this."

The tanned immortals' body flinched and heated at the touch of his significant other. He would never admit it, but he was right. Hidan ran his fingers across his lovers' waistline and dipped a few fingers down into his jeans.

"hm….damn it…," the once masked man grumbled as he felt the gentle ecstasy of his fondle.

Hidan smiled to himself. Finally, a good reaction to his solemn partner. He continued to grab and pull at his lovers' forming erection. The minutes dragged on as Kakuzu kept moaning and groaning at the slow, but constant pull of his dick.

"Come on," Hidan whined, "fuck me now…I want you soooo bad."

The Jashinist stripped the last of his clothes and sat on his lovers' waist. The heat from his body radiated from him onto his lover's loins.

"Uh….," Kakuzu said as the last of his control crumbled, "you're just so damn warm…"

Hidan snuggled his lover until Kakuzu finally decided to take things into his own hands. The stitched immortal threw his loud mouthed partner on his back and threw his coat off. Roughness was Kakuzu's specialty. It was definitely a good thing that Hidan was a known masochist.

The stitched immortal threw his lovers' legs around his hips and positioned his engorged length at Hidan's waiting entrance.

"hn…," Hidan moaned, "I love it when you're vicious."

He ignored his horny lovers' words and slammed his hardened cock into him without as much as the basic lubricant. The instant he entered the pale immortal, a scream was ripped from his throat. Kakuzu grinned. He loved to make Hidan suffer one way or another and this was the next best thing.

"Ha….harder," the Jashinist panted between each harsh thrust, "fuck me harder, Kuzu!"

Without a comment, he complied to that order and pushed harder and more frantically as he listened to his lovers' erratic screams and moans. The masked immortal fell further into the feelings of his carnal desires.

"God, Hidan…," he panted, "Do you have to be so damned hot?"

Hidan yelled out as Kakuzu hit his prostate. The Jashinist wrapped his fingers around his beloved necklace piece and lifted his body up against his partners'.

"Ja….Jashin…,"the zealot reminded him.

Kakuzu's brow furrowed at the comment. How could that idiot remind him of his religion at a time like this?

"Fuck you," he simply retorted as he slammed back into the smaller man.

The intense, but somehow blissful torture continued until the Jashinist was at his peak. His body shuddered with both pain and pleasure at Kakuzu's wild thrusts.

"I'm gonna-," he started to say.

Hidan didn't have a chance to finish the thought. The burning sensation in the pit of his stomach took over all thoughts and feelings. He couldn't control his body any longer as he spilt his seed between both of their stomachs.

"Gah…,"Kakuzu moaned, following suit.

The immortals slowed their pace as both fell into orgasm. Kakuzu leaned against his lover to further enjoy the moment without having the threat of crushing him if his arms gave out. Slowly, they were gathering back their composure. After establishing himself as the permanent seme, Kakuzu threw himself down next to his panting lover and stared out the window.

"It's almost time," he tiredly told Hidan.

His lover groaned happily and stretched under the sheets.

"You want that bounty so fucking bad you can taste it, huh?," he calmly mumbled.

Kakuzu didn't say a word. Instead of spending his time trying to explain himself to his significant other, he got up and walked to the bathroom.

"Get dressed, you asshole," he snarled like his old self, "We got a bounty to claim."

He left the room after those few spoken words, leaving Hidan to think by himself.

"I love you too, fuck face!," he yelled at his masked partner.

For some reason, he figured out that was the way Kakuzu expressed himself. Hidan paced around the room, waiting for his turn in the shower.

"So many, sacrifices," he thought happily, "I'm pleased now and so will Jashin very soon."

He strolled over to the window that overlooked the streets. The lanterns that hung high above the streets gave the room a soft glow. The sounds of laughter and festivities didn't damper his mood in the least. The battle was going to start soon and he was ready.

Across Town

"Here you go ma'am," a young woman said happily.

What looked to be a young woman with long blonde hair, wearing a light blue kimono smiled at the woman and nodded their thanks. The 'woman' took the festival mask that she just purchased and quietly went back into the crowd. The woman looked at her watch.

"Ryozo will make an appearance at 9 o'clock," 'she' thought happily, "then, I'll put my trap into action. Maybe he'll enjoy this little 'affair'."

The blonde smiled devilishly as she or rather he adjusted the hidden weapons under his kimono. This was bound to be fun. Deidara ran his fingers through his long, silky hair and showed off what feministic qualities he had.

People always mistake him for a pretty woman, why wouldn't Ryozo?

(A/N) le, gasp! (O.O) If you think you know Dei's plan leave a comment. :P

I thought you might enjoy a little yaoi in this chapter, even though the main story hasn't anything to do with it. Lolz.

This chapters question's include:

In your opinion, was this chappie filler for my yaoi crazed fans?

Have you figured out why I included part of the Naruto crew besides the 'Ino' incident?

Can you figure out Deidara's plan?