Lauren's POV

My eyes twitched as the morning light peaked through the blinds in the medical room. It was early and I didn't want to get up, but sadly, the gears in my brain were already turning, and now I couldn't get back to sleep.

Curse the sun. All it does is give you sunburn and skin cancer.

'And keep all living things alive.'

'Ya know, I think you just need to shut up.'

While I was in a concussion, which according to Sasori I was, Inner had somehow managed to squeeze her way back into my conscious. And coincidentally, we both wanted to talk.

Even though inner seemed that she hadn't changed, she apologized for, and I quote 'being such a heartless bitch and trying to kill you.'

I accepted her apology.

And after talking for a while we established an accord.

Inner promised that she would teach me how to use my sword like she had and that she wouldn't try to kill me if she ever got out again and I promised that I would definitely let her out every once and a while if she kept her own promise.

So yeah, we were kinda like allies now, but nowhere near becoming friends.

Quietly I got out of bed, wincing a little as the newly formed skin on my hip stretched.

Yesterday I had finally woken up. Three days had passed since my battle with Inner. And let me tell you, when I walked into the kitchen yesterday, Sasori and Tess were fucking pissed.

Flashback!

"What the hell are you doing out of bed?" Tess demanded marching up to where I stood. Frankly I had no idea what type of answer she wanted to hear so I didn't say anything. Her eyed twitched at my silence.

Then suddenly I found myself flung over a shoulder, and it wasn't hers.

"Hey!" I protested, looking back at the male puppet that had rudely picked me up. He didn't seem as mad as Tess, for whatever reason that was, but I could tell by the glow of his amber eyes that he was totally pissed at me too.

"What the hell did I do?" I wondered aloud, earning glares from both Tess and Sasori.

"What did you do," Sasori started, finally letting me hear the anger in his voice. "You got out of your bed, that's what you did."

I blinked once…and then again.

"…that's it?"

Sasori opened his mouth again but stopped and quickly shut it shaking his head.

"H-Hey! Put me down!" I protested as he began to carry me back down the hallway towards the medical room.

"You decide to be reckless and nearly die, then the first second you're up you decide to get out of bed and move. Did you ever think that maybe your injuries were actually serious for once? Or maybe that you could possibly injure yourself further by getting up before asking someone?" Sasori mumbled as he trekked us up the hall.

"Who was I supposed to ask?" I blabbered back. "No one was there."

Sasori froze in his tracks. "What do you mean 'no one was there'? Someone was supposed to be watching over you at all times."

I stared at him. "Well no one was-and why do you care so much anyway?"

He sighed and used his free hand which wasn't keeping my fat ass on his shoulder to rub his temples as we continued our journey back to the medical room. "Because you are a member of Akatsuki and it's only natural for myself, or anyone of us for that matter, to worry about a comrade, especially someone who's as young and fragile as yourself."

I frowned at him. "I'm not fragile…"

We fell into silence again, but on our way I got curious. If someone was supposed to be watching me who skipped out on their duty?

"Hey, Danna?"

"Hm?"

"Who was supposed to be watching me right now?"

His pace slowed for a second, brain trying to configure an answer to that question.Then Sasori's whole body tensed up and eyes turned into hazel slits.

"Deidara."

I winced a little. Deidara was about to be in deep shit with Sasori.

Finally we arrived in the medical room and Sasori chucked me onto my assigned bed. Before I even had a chance to complain about the way he just manhandled me, Sasori had disappeared from the area.

Surprised, I looked around the room searching for some sign of the puppet master but didn't find any.

Suddenly I heard a loud banging from a few doors down the hall.

"OPEN UP, BRAT!"

There was the quick rummaging of footsteps, before I heard the bombers door click open.

"Danna, un?What's with- OW! Danna-OW-stop! What the fuck, yeah!"

And just like that Sasori was back in the room, but this time with a dazed Deidara dragging behind him.

The medic flung the artist onto the bed beside mine and turned to leave but not before stating, "if either of you leave this room before I come to get you tomorrow morning, you will be severely punished."

I blinked once after he had left.

The both of us?

I glanced over to the bed next to me where Deidara was still lying face down. He wasn't moving.

My heart stopped for a second.

"Deidara," I questioned hesitantly, praying to god that he wasn't dead.

"Un," he mumbled and I let out a breath of relief.

"What wrong with you?" I asked smiling a little.

"Danna, injecting me with some serum and now I can't feel my limbs, un."

I laughed. "Suck's for you."

Deidara turned his head to glare at me. "Shut up Lauren, un." He smirked a little afterwards though to show he was joking.

For the next few hours Deidara and I talked about random shit. He told me that Tess had explained to them how I had gotten all of my injuries and had told the Akatsuki about our trip to Disney World when we were kids. I was about ready to murder Tess when Deidara told me about how she had told them I nearly shit my pants on the Tower of Terror.

But after I while I dozed off.

…

…

And that about leads up to where I am now.

Danna still hadn't come into our room yet and I wasn't going to risk getting my ass kicked by him so I decided to use the shower that was provided for any of the patients in the infirmary. Plus Deidara wasn't up yet so I was pretty sure that I had some privacy, even if there was a lock on the door.

So yeah, I got into the warm shower and did all the nice stuff that you do when you're in the shower. It felt amazing; I hadn't gotten the chance to clean up for three days.

And after brushing my hair and drying off I bent down to get my clothes…but they were gone.

"Deidara!" I called hoping he could hear through the door. "Do you know what happened to my clothes?"

"What are you talking about, Lauren, un?" He called back and I narrowed my eyes. I could hear his smirk.

That sneaky bastard, he snuck in here while I was showering and stole my clothes.

"Give me my clothes back!" I growled.

Deidara decided to play clueless. "What are you talking about, un? Your clothes are still there."

I looked back down finally noticing that there were a few articles of clothing there. But not anything that would give anything near the coverage that I wanted. He had left me my bra and underwear, but the only other thing there was a pair of spandex short-shorts.

"DEIDARA!" I screamed. "I NEED ALL OF MY CLOTHES!"

I could hear him laughing. "Then come and get them, un!"

I huffed loudly. Like hell I was gonna sit here and let him think I'm embarrassed to come out.

So, I put on what he had left me and came up with a plan: Use my ninja speed to grab the clothes from Deidara and then run back into the bathroom to get changed. Kicking his ass came later.

So I put my hand in the door knob and turned it bursting out into the room. However Deidara is a member of Akatsuki and had anticipated my move, so instead of grabbing my clothes like I wanted I ended up tackling him.

Change of plan: punch Deidara in the face now.

So I raised my hand and pushed it down, but before it could get there he had grabbed my hand and flipped us, pinning my arm to the ground.

I glared up at him as he smirked down at me. But then I noticed something; Deidara wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt, Deidara?"

He shrugged. "When you finally noticed that your clothes were gone I was in the middle of getting changed, un."

I nodded. "Okay, but give me my clothes back, now."

He only smirked and me and leaned in closer. "Why should I, yeah?"

I opened my mouth to reply but right at that moment Sasori had decided to come and visit.

And damn did it get awkward after that.

…I don't really enjoy going to the doctor's office…

I had to get a shot (which frankly didn't hurt at all), but then they had to draw blood, and instead of using one of the nice veins on my arm they pricked my finger.

That shit hurt like a bitch…

Finger pokes are worse than shots.

I feel bad for anyone who has diabetes…

Oh, and I have to go on a diet because I'm fat and need to not be. That's only the basic idea but meh, you get the idea.

Anyway, Imma go.

See you later.

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