Ok, lil foot note, but I'll put it up here for scrolling's sake, not that this is a long chapter or anything...

(1) Chu ni... Chu ni ka ryou no nou...mou shu ni de korokoro komikku mo-do

8th grade... Turning into 8th grade Ryo's brain... Twice a week, rolling around in comic mode

(2) 'Hetappi Manga Kenkyujo' ga baiburu...

"Hetappi Manga Kenkyujo" is his bible

(3) 'yome mo herupu mi- dare mo sukuenai wa...

Even his wife says "Help me"... No one can save him...

(4) mou ane mo..

Not even his sister.

So, I'm sure your all like WTF? Right now, let me explain. These, as you will see soon, are lyrics to a song- Yoshu Fukushu by the J-Rock band, 'Maximum The Hormone'.

If you've never heard it before, I suggest you give it a quick listen, at least the first 40 seconds/ minute. It will make the end of this chapter a lot funnier haha.

Hinata looked at ther form in the mirror indecisively. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not.

The purple pants she had gotten were a bit too small. The black diamond laced black shirt she wore was also a bit too tight for her liking, and an inch of skin peeked out between it and her pants. Her shoes didn't hurt her feet, since she was fairly used to heels, but that didn't make them comfortable. But the worst was the wig Ino had equipted her with. The blonde mop of hair was unnaturally itchy!

On the other side of things, she had to admit, she looked pretty good, and nothing like what she did two months ago (wig not considered).

She grumbled as Ino dragghed her back to her vanity once more to be 'touched up', and jabbed some tan pouder into her face. After taking a few steps back and concentraiting hard on Hinata for a few moments, the blonde smiled proudly.

"I have finished," she said more to herself than anything.

"So," Hinata started hesitantly, "am I free?"

There was a pause and a slight sound from Ino, before she let out a cheerful "Yep!"

Relief flooded the bluette's face and she rushed to part with her friend, before she changed her mind... again.

"Thank you Ino," Hinata smiled to her friend, giving her a quick hug, "I'll talk to you later, ok?" She asked grabbing her bag and practically running out the door.

"Well that was odd," the blonde mumbled, but Hinata was long gone.

Deidara smirked.

Then frowned.

Puffed his collar.

Then smirked again.

With a wink, the blonde strode confidently away from the mirror and out of the bathrrom. It was getting late, about time to pick up Hinata and he didn't want to be late. The blonde considered looking for Hidan and Sasori, but then decided that option to be to... troublesome. Plus, upon cleaning his room, he had happened to run across a neglected megaphone. And megaphones were fun.

"HIIIDDAAANNN, SASSOOORRIII~!" Deidara's scream ran through the Akatsuki mansion like a string of the flu, causing him to get multiple shouts of anger back. The blond just smirked, yeah, megaphones were fun.

"What the actual fuck was that about, brat!?" Hidan demanded irritated as he walked down the hall towards Deidara.

The blonde just smirked and headed for the living room, the albino following with a glare.

"Sasori, my man," Deidara greeted the red head who glared in return. "Are we all ready to go, un?"

"Fuck yeah," Hidan said.

"Yeah," Sasori replied, a bit shocked that Hidan actually wanted to go, let alone actually but on a pair of dark jeans and a V-neck shirt- he himself just wore a pair of sweatpants, they never failed him before.

"Ok, lets go un," Deidara concluded grabbing the keys to his car and walking into the adjoining garage. Only, Sasori's hand firmly on his back stopped him.

"We're taking my car," the red head demanded.

"No, we aren't taking your 'car' ," Deidara sneered, making sure to use air quotes arounf 'car'.

"But we are," Sasori returned.

"No, we aren't. I've-"

"Fuck no, I'm not doing this, we'll take mine," Hidan interviened, pushing through the two with his own set of keys.

Deidara looked at Sasori "Hidan has a car?" he asked following the albino out of earshot.

Sasori shrugged.

Though the Akatsuki lived in the same house, some of them didn't even know eachother's names, let alone personal information, so it was indeed a shock when Hidan walked into the second garage, and unlocked a silver Maybach Landaulet.

"Well, damn." Deidara said, inspecting the car closely, mouth agape in admiration. "V12... Rear wheel drive... 5 speed... Beautiful un." Deidara said walking around the vehicle as if it were a model.

"Will you two just get in already?" Hidan growled at the blonde and red head stalking around his bab- car like it was their prey.

"Sorry un," Deidara said dreamily, and reached for the front door handle, only to have his hand stopped by his partner-in-crime grabbing his wrist.

"The front seat is not a place for children," Sasori said with a serious glare.

"Exactly, so get in the back un."

Sasori's soft but still moving glare met Deidara's hard glare and both refused to look away before the other.

"Mother fucker! Both of you are children, so both of you get in the damned back seat, let the bitch sit up front," Hidan growled out the window from inside the vehicle.

Grumbling, the duo obeyed his orders, and opened the back doors, Sasori on the left behind the drivers seat, and Deidara opposite, odd sides for a vehicle in Japan.

"Thank you," Hidan sneered sarcastically, turning the his radio up, a CD starting.

"Um..." Deidara started slightly in fear "what kind of music does Hidan listen to?" he asked his partner quietly.

"I dunno," Sasori shrugged.

When the song started, the two sweat dropped.

Instead of heavy vocals, or rap like they would've expected, there was a soft female voice cooing (1) "Chu ni... Chu ni ka ryou no nou...mou shu ni de korokoro komikku mo-do"

The oddest part was the smirk- almost grin plastered on Hidan's face as he backed out of the garage and drove down the main street.

(2) " 'Hetappi Manga Kenkyujo' ga baiburu..." the two shared a concened (Read: frightened) glance, wondering if their friend was really more insane than he put off, which was a good bit.

(3) " 'yome mo herupu mi- dare mo sukuenai wa...' " Hidan's smirk grew if possible as he stopped at a stop sign.

(4) "mou ane mo.." Deidara and Sasori glanced at eachother once again as the music got seemingly calmer, and Hidan checked anxiously for traffic. There was none, yet the car hadn't moved foreward yet.

Then it happened, and it took all Sasori had not to yelp in fright.

The musics calm demeanor completely changed, turning into a deep death growl, accompanied by heavy drums in sync with equally heavy bass and guitar strumming- simply put headbanging death metal by the looks of it. And to make things worse, Hidan had this all planned. So at that exact moment, he floored his gas, nearly throwing the two out of their seats.

A string of curses spewed out of Deidara's mouth as the albino sped away, but they couldn't be heard over the deeper, now male death growl. Hidan just kept grinning.

"Hey Hidan?" Sasori asked calmly, only to be ignored. Well, he was going to have to ask where to pick Hinata up at eventually.

Thanks for reading, and I know I have a lot of explaining to do, I will in the next chapter, but my laptop is about to die and I'm grounded so I have no charger, so I'm sorry.

I hope you liked this chapter, please review!

~Dac