A/N: I went to a sleepover last night, and all we did was practically just my friend, my "wife" (my friend's sister), and me playing on the computer, and their parents came home at 1 am, and we ran up the stairs, because I guess we really shouldn't be on a computer at 1 am. Unless your like, nocturnal or something. I don't know. Well, that was fun. And just to let you know, it was actually ThePowerofTheGio's house I was staying at. I helped her make an account on here just yesterday. :)

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Chapter 10: Itachi's Birthday

"Aw, it's so fucking hot!" Hidan complained, fanning his face with a shitajiki. (1) "I hate summer."

Only after two minutes of being out in the warm sun of June, Hidan was sweating. Kakuzu snorted. "Shut up. All of us are hot. How you've survived through July and August in the past is a complete mystery to me."

"Give me that back, hmmm!" Deidara yapped, snatching the shitajiki from Hidan that belonged to her. Well, yeah, when you have purikura (2) stickers and random English and Japanese writing and drawings all over it in black and red (okay maybe not that), I don't think that would be considered the work of a man.

The girl fanned herself with the hard piece of plastic, of course after grabbing it from Hidan.

"Oh...I hate summer..." Konan mumbled. "I'm really used to rain...I love rain."

"At least it's just hot, not actually humid," Kisame offered. He was met with a hand in the face.

"Just...don't...say...it..." Konan warned. I mean, you can't blame her. Things become worse when you say they can't get worse. And I think hot is better than humid.

Sasori pulled the shitajiki from Deidara's hands. "Let me see that," he stated, taking it the same way as Deidara had done with Hidan. Deidara rolled his eyes at his unusual childish attitude.

But Hidan did not approve. He pointed an accusing finger at Sasori and yelled at Deidara, "Oh, so he gets to use it, but I fucking don't?"

"I asked," Sasori stated simply, fanning himself lightly.

Everyone but Hidan laughed.

"Hey, y'all want to come over to ours today?" Pain asked. "It's Itachi's birthday, so we can spend some time all together."

"Oh, but first, Itachi-san, will you help me get something?" Kisame asked.

Konan smiled. Part 1 of plan: Complete.

"Umm...okay? But what is it?" Itachi asked.

"That's another thing I need help. I'm not exactly sure what it is. C'mon!" Kisame grabbed Itachi's hand and started running the opposite direction of the train station before the girl could voice any complaints.

Part 2 of Surprise Birthday Party for Itachi: Complete.

When the couple were no longer visible by the Akatsuki, Konan began talking.

"So that went pretty well! I guess we'll have to thank Kisame later."

"Yeah. Let's hurry up, and get to the house, so we can do the rest of the decorations," Kakuzu added, starting to jog toward the train station.

The other's did the same.

"All the present are there, right, un?" Deidara questioned, catching up to Konan's pace. Those dreadful years of soccer in middle school did pay off.

"Yes," Konan answered. "It's just that...not everything is organized." She jumped over a rock to avoid tripping on it.

"She's not very good about keeping things clean nor organized," Pain augmented.

Konan looked at him at smiled. "Nagato darling..."

Uh oh. Pain didn't like that sweet tone very much. "Yes, dear?"

"Shut the hell up."

He would've gone into another emo corner if he wasn't racing to get to his house. He checked his watch, "Holy shit! Guys, it's 3:12! We have to get there in three minutes!"

He had memorized the quickest time to get home after school. That time was three fifteen. "Pick up the pace!"

Within thirty seconds, they reached the train station, but they couldn't stop there. Pain checked his watch again. 3:13. They would make it, but he felt as though he couldn't stop running. The two people on the sides of him panted, but they didn't stop their legs either.

They ran toward the entrance, through the card machines, and into the stair pathways.

"3:15! Guys, hurry the hell up!" Pain called after him. He was about halfway up the stairs when he almost tripped.

"What the fuck do you think we're doing?" Hidan shot back.

"Get up, Nagato!" Konan yelled, shoving him upward.

The train was already there, and in three seconds, they managed to go from the top of the stairs to the inside of the train.

"Gah! Huff...huff..." Pain bent over, gasping for breath.

Heck that, everyone was, besides Kakuzu. They had probably ran a kilometer in all. None of them had done track or cross country besides Kakuzu, which made sense why he wasn't so tired. He did 5 kilometers back in middle school, and kept himself in good shape since then.

"Damn, Kuzu, you're...not...huff...tired?" Hidan asked, sitting on an empty seat.

Kakuzu sat next to him and shrugged. "Not really. I did track a little while ago. Not that long of a distance. Unless you're a pussy."

Hidan's eye twitched, and a vein popped. "Oh-"

Before he could shout a long list of obscenities, Kakuzu covered his mouth, and whispered, "Train." Being in a train and being loud while in a train didn't exactly fit well. Common courtesy, to say the least.

Frustrated, Hidan took another step up. He bit Kakuzu hand.

"Gah!" Kakuzu immediately pulled away.

Deidara giggled slightly, and Sasori snickered. "You don't get any less from Hidan, yeah."

She took a seat next to Hidan, and Sasori sat next to her. Konan and Pain sat on different edges, Konan next to Sasori, and Pain next to Kakuzu.

"Hey, brat," Sasori started.

Deidara ignored the annoying nickname, and simply answered, "Un?"

"What do you like besides art?" Oh. Deidara had realized it now. Sasori and she had never really talked about anything besides art. They liked to sometimes go to the art room together before school started, and draw and compare. Or more like start a paint war over whose art was better.

"That's kind of vague, un. Give me an example."

Sasori thought for a moment. "Music. Manga. Books. Things like that." Deidara nodded in response.

"Well, Danna, I like-"

"DANNA?"

Sasori's eyes widened and Deidara was met with many faces, even beyond the Akatsuki members who were on the train.

"Holy mother Jashin shit!" Hidan cursed.

Deidara's face turned completely pink. "Ah...Sasori, I-I swear that w-was an accident, u-un!" she stammered. Oh Jashin, how embarrassing.

"Danna means...master or husband..." Sasori whispered.

"Which isn't really good for either case..." Konan murmured.

An awkward silence past, but it was mostly between the two artists.

Sasori finally spoke up. "Fine. You can call me Danna, as in master. Because that makes me the superior artist."

"Smart thinking," Kakuzu remarked. Sasori made a little bow while sitting, replying with a, "Thank you."

"O-okay, un," Deidara agreed, face still tinted pink. "Oh...that was the most embarrassing moment of my life, yeah."

Hidan chuckled. "Ha. You bet it was!" Deidara shot him a look that made him shut up.

"Uuuuunnnnn...let's change the subject, yeah!" she complained, rolling up into a ball in her seat.

"Well, we're here, so on our way, Dei-chan, we can talk," Konan said, pulling Deidara off of her seat.

They got off in a blob, and just as Deidara wanted, they changed the subject as well.

"How long is Kisame stalling?" Sasori asked.

"Thirty minutes. It's been fifteen now, but it takes about ten to get here. So, we still have about twenty-five minutes. If we run, we'll make it to my house in about three minutes," Konan stated.

So they started running again.

~*~*~Back with Itachi and Kisame~*~*~

"Kisame."

Itachi wasn't happy at all. Something was wrong with Kisame, and of course, he was the kind of failing at lies. Something wasn't right, and it most likely didn't just include her and Kisame.

"Yes, Itachi-san?"

"Why did you really bring me here?"

Kisame froze. His hand was about to reach for a book, but Itachi had said that one question that he was begging not for her to ask.

"For books," he answered, nonchalantly. Hey, he had done pretty well at lying this time.

But of course, Itachi didn't by it. "Seriously. Just tell me. My own boyfriend is starting to aggravate me."

Kisame slowly glanced at his girlfriend. Her face was, as usual, calm and expressionless, but he knew she was kind of upset on the inside. He checked his watch. That was enough stalling.

"Hold on," he said, quickly sending a text to Pain.

Are you done?

"Who are you texting that's more important than this?"

"Pain. He's wondering how long we're going to take." Well, actually, I'm wondering how long he's going to take!

A text came back three seconds later.

Yeah. Can't stall any longer?

Kisame texted back,

Yeah. I'll be over there in fifteen minutes with Itachi. Make sure to hide.

"Okay, Itachi-san, let's go." Kisame flipped his phone closed, and exited the book store, Itachi following suit.

The blue-skinned man noticed a strange aurora around him, and he looked back at Itachi. Sure enough, she was staring at him.

"Yes?" he asked, trying to act innocent.

Itachi shook her head. "I really hate people hiding things from me."

Kisame turned back forward, and turned right, Itachi still following him. He just couldn't look at her right now. It was a good surprise, but he was worried he ruin it. And it was important that it was a surprise.

"Sorry. But I can't tell." Technically, that was the truth.

"Fine."

The rest of the way to the train station, on the train, and two Konan and Pain's house was an uncomfortable silence, which Kisame tried to ignore by listening to Utada Hikaru on his iPod.

He finally pulled them out when they reached in front of the apartment number 343. Konan and Pain.

Kisame knocked, and asked, "It's Kisame and Itachi! Can we come in?"

A quiet, "Yes." was heard from the other side.

Itachi took the liberty of opening the door, and luckily it wasn't locked.

"It's so dark in here. I'll turn on the lights." And just as the lights brightened the apartment room—

"SURPRISE!"

Itachi, flabbergasted, froze up. The only words she could speak were, "Oh...wow..."

"See, Itachi-san? This is what I had to stall you about. I'm sorry, but we weren't quite ready..." Kisame explained.

"I forgive you," Itachi admitted, smiling back up.

"Alright then! Now that the birthday girl is here~!" Konan reached for the remote to the television, "It's time for Dance Dance Revolution!"

And so started an interesting night of getting high off of cake and juice and three hundred twenty-six rounds of DDR.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ITACHI!"

(1) A shitajiki is something you put under a paper you write, so that you don't get the annoying bumps on the other side. It's mostly for notebooks.

(2) Er..well, I'll explain it later?