Well, after many months of being absent from fanfiction, I'm back! I'm hoping to be able to update more often now. I've been super busy x_x I'm so sorry for the long wait! Anyway, enjoy n_n

On Friday, Deidara awoke to find that the temperature had dropped drastically overnight. He took a quick, hot shower and decided to get dressed in the bathroom, which was pleasantly warm and steamy. While he toweled his hair dry, he came to the realization that Oigimi had not come home. She usually woke up at the sound of the shower being turned off but this time there were no sounds in the house apart from water dripping steadily from the shower head. Yugiri had, of course, left for work at 5 am, untroubled by Oigimi's absence but nevertheless expecting her to be back by the time he came home from work. If Oigimi had still not come back when Deidara came home, he would tell Yugiri where Oigimi had gone the previous day and why.

Meanwhile, Deidara still had Nana's diary to worry about. This was much more important than his absent mother. Last night, after coming home, he had searched every inch of his room for it but had come up with nothing but a few crumpled gum wrappers and a broken pen. Seeing as how these items were completely useless in his quest to find the diary, they were quickly disposed of in the trash.

When Deidara opened the front door to leave, he saw that a heavy snowfall had hit Amegakure while everyone slept. It had piled on top of yesterday's snow and Deidara knew that there was no way Konan would be able to drive to his house to pick him up. Once he figured this out, he set out to school on foot.

The walk to school was a short one, but this did not stop Deidara from letting his mind wander. He had been carrying Nana's diary in his backpack with him everywhere since he had come to Amegakure. Never had he taken the diary out of his backpack for fear of someone taking it and reading it. He had nearly forgotten about it until Nana had mentioned it, bringing about the realization that it had been a while since he had seen the little book in his backpack. How had it come out of his backpack? Had someone taken it?

More importantly, where had it ended up?

Deidara suddenly wished he did not have the neat, highly legible handwriting that won him teachers' praise. What he would give for Hidan's handwriting, which closely resembled a four-year-old's! Then no one would be able to read the diary and, frustrated by the fact that they had no idea what the writing on the pages said, they would toss the book on the floor somewhere and forget about it.

He was now walking in through the gates of the school, deep in thought. As soon as he approached the cafeteria, the first bell rang, startling Deidara out of his thoughts. People swarmed out of the cafeteria and headed into the buildings, traveling in packs the way all teenagers do. Suddenly irritated, Deidara made his way to his History class, taking a seat at the very back of the classroom.

By the time the third bell rang and the teacher closed the door, everyone was seated. Everyone except Konan. Her absence immediately began to eat away at Deidara's concentration so that he focused instead on where she could be rather than his schoolwork. The possibility of her being sick was immediately shot down, its little body lay in an imaginary field somewhere in Deidara's mind, next to the little dead bodies of Hope and Childhood Dreams. No, she was not sick. She had been perfectly healthy the day before. No sniffling or coughing of any sort.

He was just coming to this conclusion when he noticed a pair of large brown eyes staring at him from across the room. He looked up and found himself staring at Sasori, who was staring back with a most curious expression on his face. He looked troubled, as though he wanted to tell the blonde something but did not know how. Far from being intrigued, the redhead's continuous staring was beginning to annoy Deidara.

Even worse, Pein, too, could not seem to keep his eyes away from Deidara. He kept turning around every few seconds, giving the impression that he had a bad tic. Twice the teacher asked him to turn around. Why Pein was doing this Deidara did not know. Every time he looked up he met Pein's angry stare. He hadn't done anything wrong but he felt he would soon if Pein didn't stop acting like an angry toddler.

Hidan, Deidara noticed, was the only one whose eyes stayed away from him. He played with one of his lip rings, observing Hidan, whose violet eyes seemed glued to his paper on which he was taking notes in his childish handwriting.

When the lunch bell rang, Deidara felt that he could no longer take it. He packed up everything and quickly left, pushing past Sasori, who opened his mouth to speak but then closed it, watching Deidara leave.

Sasori's POV

I watched him run off, his long blond hair swinging wildly. His backpack bounced with every step he took and the chains on his black jeans jingled.

I took the diary out of my backpack and turned it over in my hand, looking at the faded black cover. I tucked it into the pocket of my jacket, adjusted my arm sling, and walked into the courtyard to sit under a tree. I did not feel like spending lunch with Pein and the others.

When I was finally a good distance from everybody else, I took out the diary again and turned to the last page.

I won't even bother with a hello today. Fuck that. But guess what, diary? Oigimi told me something today. "Deidara we're moving to Amegakure."

I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna like Amegakure. It fucking rains there all the time. But I guess it's final and I have to say goodbye to Nana. I'd say goodbye to Rika, but you know she's not speaking to me anymore. I don't want to leave. No matter how bad life is here in Iwa, I grew up here and it's all I've ever known.

The rest of the entry was completely illegible, the words smeared by a big bloodstain on the page.

I stared at the page, wondering. Who's blood was this and how had it gotten here? I ran my finger across the dry blood as if hoping to be instantly illuminated, knowing the answers to my questions but nothing happened. No sudden illumination of any kind came. I closed the book with a sharp snap. This was Deidara's book and I was still much to shy to return it.

I looked down at my arm resting in the sling. I had called Chiyo the previous day but it turned out her number was no longer in service. Out of options, I had run down to the pharmacy and bought some over-the-counter pain medication and an arm sling. This was all I could do but, for now, this meant no work for a while. I would have to spend carefully and, if necessary, withdraw money from my precious bank account. I felt like Kakuzu.

I sighed. I would give Deidara the diary tomorrow and find Chiyo. For now, I had to figure out what to do with the massive amount of pending commissions I had.

"Akasuna."

Aw, crap.

I turned around and found myself facing Pein, who had crouched down to my level. He was holding a soda in one hand, a hot instant ramen cup in the other.

"Yeah?" I muttered, trying to look indifferent instead of weary.

"Where's blondie?" he asked, taking a big gulp of soda. Ah, grape-flavored. My favorite.

I shrugged. "How the hell should I know? Ask Konan."

"Well that's just it, genius. Konan's not here today and I want to know why," he replied, smiling in that nasty way that only he could.

"Just give up," I said, discreetely tucking the book in my pocket. "She doesn't like you and she never will...again."

Pein stood up. "You watch your mouth. " was all he said. He turned around and walked away briskly, no doubt heading towards the parking lot so that he could drive around looking for any signs of Konan, or better yet, Deidara.

Normal POV

It was after he had rung the doorbell about five or six times that Deidara finally reached in his pocket for his copy of Konan's apartment key and used it to open the door.

The inside of the apartment was colder than the outside, meaning Konan had never turned on the heater. This struck Deidara as odd. Konan hated being cold and her apartment was always warm.

"Konan?"

Deidara heard his own voice echo slightly. He stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind him. Carefully, he walked around, looking for any sign that his girlfriend was home.

And then he heard sobs.

Extremely soft and almost inaudible but still sobs. They were coming from the bathroom. Puzzled, Deidara walked into the bathroom.

Konan was sitting against the wall, hugging her knees and sobbing. Her eyes were dry but red and swollen from crying, as was her nose. Sitting on top of the towel rack were the clothes she had laid out for today but had obviously never put on. Some of her earrings were lying on the sink. No doubt she had taken them out to clean them in the morning but something had happened that upset her and she had never put them back in. She was holding something in her fist but Deidara did not care about that now. What he cared about was that Konan was crying on the floor of her bathroom and had obviously been doing so all day.

"What the fuck? Konan, what happened?" he quickly crouched down and pulled her into a hug that she did not return. She merely lay her head on his shoulder and Deidara felt new tears dampen his clothes. He patted her back softly and waited almost twenty minutes, when her sobs had died down a little, before speaking again.

"What's wrong?"

She looked up at him in a pleading sort of way and then held out what she had been holding in her fist.

At first, the object lying on her palm was completely strange to Deidara. It took a whole five seconds for him to realize that it was a pregnancy test. It took another ten to realize that it said 'Positive'.

His mouth opened as if to speak but no sound escaped his throat. He stared at the test and pushed his hair out of his face, as if it had caused him to read it wrong. He looked again. It had not changed.

"You...You're pregnant...?" he asked stupidly. He turned to look at her, searching her face for any hint of lying, hoping, almost pleading that she would drop the test and shout out, "Ha! Gotcha! You should've seen your face!" but she didn't.

She stared back at him, her bottom lip trembling, her lip ring catching the bathroom light and making it sparkle. A strand of bright blue hair fell from behind her ear where it had been tucked and hung between her eyes, swinging like a pendulum, counting down the seconds until she would confirm what he already knew.

"Yeah...." she whispered.

And suddenly, who cared about a stupid lost diary that an ex-girlfriend had given him? Who cared about Oigimi and Yugiri? What did it matter if Danzo came back into his life and beat the shit out of him every day? His constant debates about what he felt for Hidan were insignificant. Sasori and his staring didn't matter at all. Pein's childish attitude towards him was nothing more than a speck of dust in the universe. What mattered now was that his life had just been turned upside down. Here was his girlfriend, crying on the cold floor of her bathroom, the clothes she had never put on lying on a towel rack, she was wearing pajamas instead. Her hair was undone and messy, half her piercings were lying on top of the sink and she was holding out to him a little piece of plastic that had a message for him, something more than 'Positive'.

He was going to be a father. A sixteen-year-old father.

*instert dramatic music* Oh noes! I've been wanting to write this chapter since I was writing the final chapters of Akatsuki High :O I could finally do it!! ^-^ Hehe, R&R?? Thanks :D