Wow second time late to update. this chapter took me a while longer then it should've to write, mainly because i couldn't get it quite right and i wasn't happy with it and i just got really fustrated, but enough about me.

WARNINGS: Yaoi/Shounen-ai, relative violence, general bitch/bastard behavior from some characters...

Disclaimer: do i have to?! YOU DON'T KNOW, I COULD OWN IT! okay you caught me, i own nothing but the plot.

CHAPTER TEN – Still Sasori's P.O.V

I read the text message over and over three, four, five times before I could properly think of what to do.

Deidara was in trouble. Again. Stupid brat just couldn't resist getting himself in trouble, could he?

And in that moment it didn't matter that I was angry with him, it didn't matter that if I put too much strain on myself I'd tear my stitches, it didn't matter that I was unarmed…

Shit, well maybe it did just a little bit.

But Kisame, he never went anywhere unarmed. It was as though he expected a fight to break out every time he left his house. I knew right then what I had to do; I put my pick-pocketing skills to use and had Kisame's gun in my hands in a matter of seconds, just as the shark had composed himself long enough to want to figure out what we were going to do.

I pointed the gun at my friend disdainfully, feeling bad when I saw a look of confusion cross Kisame's face before his features quickly contorted to those of anger.

"What are you –?"

But I cut him off quickly; there was no time to waste with such tedious questions, "go find Itachi or something. I'll take care of this." Though it was a simple request given by the voice of a friend, Kisame appeared antagonized by my actions.

He didn't understand the meaning behind what I was doing, and chose to see it as personal mutiny though I was sure, if faced with a similar situation, he might do the same. I didn't expect him to get it and once I was sure that he was far enough from me, I took off running.

I had to get to the nearest bus stop, or a cab, or something, anything that would get me to the north side of town fast enough. I almost missed the bus, almost being the best word in my life right now, and I was in the north side in a matter of seven and a half minutes. It was as though the driver and anybody who might want to go anywhere today, all seemed to know of my predicament, as the roads were all but empty and the bus drove faster than it probably should have.

By the time I got onto the back streets where I knew I was meant to be, I could feel pain in my stomach and I looked down to see red soaking my shirt. I felt no pain though, as adrenaline seemed to block it out of my system perfectly.

Pein was going to be pissed if I had to get my stitched redone, which I had a sneaking suspicion that I did. And Kisame would be pissed because he would get in trouble for helping me out of the apartment.

I guess Pein, Kakuzu and Konan would have also gotten the message from Deidara. I wondered how many of them were coming as my awkward run became a fast paced limp, a stagger if you will.

As I neared the building, I could hear sirens in the distance, whether police, fire engines or ambulance I couldn't tell but they were definitely heading in this direction.

If I were caught here with a weapon, I would be put away. They wouldn't be able to charge me with anything more than possession of a deadly weapon though, unless I actually went inside and killed somebody, which I was very tempted to do.

I neared the door with the musical note on it.

This was it.

Deidara's P.O.V

Hidan was immortal. By fate or chance, we didn't know but he claimed it was a gift from his god. I didn't believe in any of that stuff and I'd never seen his supposed immortality in action, until just moments after he was shot

He pushed me out of the way and as a result, was shot instead, right between the eyes; a spot that should've no doubt killed him. But after playing dead for a few moments – long enough for me to duck behind a desk and contact Akatsuki – he rose again, an insane look on his face and took aim at the one who had shot him.

We were indeed heavily outnumbered and I was definitely afraid but I took aim as well, rising up over the desk and shooting as somebody rushed through one of the doors.

It was Hidan and I against Oto. Not a fair match so to speak since Hidan was immortal and would continue to fight long after I was dead but Oto kept fighting nonetheless, taking cover occasionally behind upturned items of furniture just as I had.

I nicked a few of them, quite a few and I wasn't exactly aiming to kill at all. Hidan however, went crazy as though he were a monster on a rampage – the exact description given to the court by a witness of the events that landed him in jail in the first place – and there was blood everywhere, though admittedly, most of it was Hidan's.

I got shot a few times as well but only in minor places. Itachi was going to be pissed, or more so then usual, if I made it out alive.

Soon I began to hear sirens in the distance. We had to get away, now.

I looked up at Hidan as he was firing madly with a new gun, one he'd found in the drawers of the desk I was crouched behind. I pulled urgently on his sleeve and he looked down just long enough to be shot in the shoulder.

"oi, that hurt you bastard!" he yelled, shooting at random at one of the pieces of furniture.

I counted five dead bodies by now, none of them I recognized as neither Tayuya nor Ukon had gotten themselves involved.

"Hidan un, we need to leave, now!" I insisted.

"Alright blondie I'm right behind you. Grab the cooler and let's get the hell out of here."

I did as he said, assuming everything would be fine. After all, most of the people in the room were either dead or hiding so we made a break for it.

Sasori's P.O.V

I could hear the commotion coming from inside, bullets being fired, yelps of pain escaping people, outraged cries and promises to sacrifice people coming from the same voice every single time.

Pein and Kakuzu weren't very far behind me which could be interpreted as either good or bad as both seemed rather distracted.

Pein looked at me and hissed, "What are you doing here!"

While Kakuzu made a very helpful observation; "you're bleeding!"

And the sirens were getting closer to us.

"Shit, we have to get out of here," Pein said, "but we can't just leave them here!"

"Let go of me, un!"

At the sound of Deidara's voice from inside that building, all firing stopped, all yelling, fighting and commotion stopped. All that could be heard now were the sirens.

Pein caught the look in my eyes.

"Sasori, no," he said sternly but like hell I was going to listen.

The door was easy to bust down, pumped full of adrenaline as I was, all I saw on the inside of the old, worn building, was blood. Everywhere. And bodies and guns and faceless people, one maniac – who I assumed was on our side – and a blonde, who used the distraction my abrupt entrance caused, to elbow the guy holding him, in the stomach before turning around and shooting his foot.

Immediately I had a gun pointed at me, but the holder was shot ruthlessly by the silver haired maniac standing by the far wall.

"I've never been happier to see you in my life, un," Deidara said, rushing over to where I stood, gun at the ready, fully loaded, prepared to shoot anyone and everyone who got in my way.

However, it seemed I had arrived too late and was only needed as a momentary distraction in order for Deidara to get away. He had the cooler, was relatively unharmed and smiling.

Nobody else wanted to fight back now, if there was anyone still conscious here.

"Hidan come-on, we have to go now un," Deidara demanded off the other man who smirked and wiped blood from his brow.

"Alright blondie, cool your tits," Hidan said. He made his way leisurely over to us.

Everything was going fine, but that's ultimately when life decides to screw you, right?

Deidara handed the cooler over to Pein once we were outside, who smile and praised the blonde like a little puppy. Hidan received one improper – as he put it – look from Kakuzu and went off on a rant about what a lousy prick he is, and we began to head over to where Pein had parked.

Forgetting about something, weren't we?

The police pulled up, two cars, cutting us off and in our condition – well mine, Deidara's and Hidan's anyway – there was no way to run.

They saw our guns, still out. They saw the blood, staining three of us. They saw the wild look in Hidan's eyes. It was over. Again.