A/N: I'm back with the tenth chapter!! It's unreal to me that I actually got this far. Ha ha. Thanks for all those people who reviewed, I love it more than you know!

I apologize, this chapter is very short. (It kinda' sucks too.) I just had to get something out before you guys came after me with a chainsaw!

Disclaimer: Me no own Naruto.

Warnings: Language, OOCness, terrible authorness

Deidara cracked a heavy eyelid. Said blond yawned loudly and peeled his cheek off the hard floor.

I must've fallen asleep on the floor next to Danna… The blond thought absently.

Deidara made to sit up, but hit his head on something large and hard above him.

"Ouch…" the blond grumbled. The sculptor rolled on his back and saw that he was shoved underneath something fairly long and slightly wide.

Deidara saw a strip of light and slid toward the opening. Finally slipping through the opening, Deidara knew immediately that something was wrong.

Deidara realized he had been under Sasori's bed, and all around the room was torn apart.

Tables were overturned, books and papers littered the floor, scrap wood, and remnants of glass jars covered the floor as well.

"Wh-what the hell?" The ex-Iwa nin asked aloud, looking around the room with wide eyes.

Did Sasori-Danna knock me out while I was asleep? There's no way I would've slept through this… but why? What's going on…?

Glass crunched under Deidara's feet as his blue irises flitted about the room, looking for his red-haired partner.

"Danna?! What happened…un?! Danna!" Deidara sighed and looked through the crack in the closet door.

Nothing.

The blond heard quick footsteps coming down the hall and then stop very close to the doorway.

Hoping to find Sasori, Deidara whipped his head around… only to see the blue face of Kisame, who sighed in relief.

"Where were you…?" He asked, glancing around the room as well.

"I was under Danna's bed… but, what's going on here…un?!"

Kisame ignored the other's question and shifted his weight to be more relaxed. "Well, that's good. We all thought that they got you too."

The blonde's eyes widened even more and he stumbled back until his shoulders were pressed against a wall.

"W-what are you talking about…un? What happened?!"

Kisame looked up at Deidara with skepticism, but his eyes softened when he saw the honest confusion on the other's face.

"Sasori probably knocked you out and hid you… guess he's not so heartless after all…" Kisame murmured, eyeing the littered floor.

The bluenette's gaze flicked back up to Deidara, "you really can't figure it out?"

The sculptor shook his head, afraid to learn of what took place.

Kisame's hands dropped to his sides with a 'whump' and he muttered something about "why me?" before giving in and sighing.

"Sasori was kidnapped. Some mist guys apparently had a grudge against you two so the only took Sasori… 'cause they couldn't find you…" Kisame paused to think, "but come on… they're so dumb, why wouldn't they look under the bed?"

The sculptor hardly heard Kisame's last question because all that was in his head was "get him back before it's too late."

Deidara rushed over to the taller man and gripped his shoulders, shaking him lightly, enough to get his attention. "Is he okay…un?! They didn't kill him or hurt him…un?!"

Kisame held up his hands in surrender, "I don't know! He was okay when they took him, but I'm not sure how long that'll last. If they were upset enough to barge in here and risk being massacred then they'll be upset enough to kill him, I'm sure."

The blond let go of the other's shoulders, pausing to process it all.

Suddenly he was out the door and down the hall. He sprinted through the twisting corridors to the entrance, and, spotting the spiky red hair, latched on to Pein's arm, digging his fingernails into the fabric.

"You have to let me go after him!" The blond blurted, he yanked on Pein's cloak sleeve for emphasis.

The latter looked down at Deidara and, without so much as twitching, answered, "No."

Deidara let his jaw drop. "W-wh-why not…un?!" He asked incredulously, yanking harder on Pein's sleeve.

Pein detached the sculptor from his arm and sighed as if he were explaining rocket science to a preschooler. "They're after you as well. If you go after them they'll just trap you. It'd be a hassle to have to get you. Besides, I'm not sure it's necessary to send someone to get him. If he can't get away himself then he's not worthy of Akatsuki."

Deidara felt rage boil up inside him, for once he felt like he could take Pein down if he really wanted to.

The blond dropped his leader's sleeve in disgust. "I thought you were different…un! Don't say you're trying to be logical because that's just… bullshit…un! Bullshit! I'm going after him and I don't give a damn about what you have to say…un! Unfortunately you turned out to be some mindless bastard like I thought you were in the beginning…un."

Deidara felt himself cooking down as he gazed at the cold floor.

"So if I don't come back," the blond continued solemnly, "I guess you'd be right then…un. Neither of us would be 'worthy.' If I don't come back… then I failed….un. Think of is as cleaning out your organization…un."

Deidara pushed past his silent leader and out the broken entrance. The blond walked out, blinded by rage, and got far enough away before his mind cleared and he realized that… to do this alone… he'd need some kind of plan.

With a huff, Deidara stopped stomping away and instead started pacing. A few moments passed of the blond tapping his temple in thought, his eyebrows furrowing.

Deidara paused in his stride; biting his lip and pinching the bridge of his nose. The sculptor let out his breath quickly with a "puw."

"It's no use…un! I don't come up with plans… I just… wing it…un!!" The blond found himself so angry that he kicked the nearest tree.

"Stupid Danna, knocking me out…un! Stupid, stupid, stupid…un!" Deidara added a kick after each word.

Feeling his foot started to throb; the nin took a deep breath and settled himself on the ground.

"I can't just sit here…un. I'm wasting time…" He though aloud.

Deidara stuck his hand in the bag of clay at his hip. Running his fingertips over the smooth, soft surface, Deidara pulled off a clump and took it into his palm mouth.

"I guess I'll do the two things I do best: take a crazy chance and blow shit up…un."

I apologize for shortness. --

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