A/N: My my my. Five chapters already. I remember when I wrote the 1st chapter for this. I didn't think I'd make it to the action parts of the fic, and yet, here I am, typing them up. I'm happy that this is doing better than I thought, even if I did loose a few readers due to shounen-ai pairings. Not like I care, if they were too dumb to read the warnings I've posted since chapter 1, not my problem. Anyhow, thank you to the readers and reviewers who give me the satisfaction of knowing I'm not writing for nothing. I love you all! -Gives her readers cookies and the reviewers ice cream sundaes-. Enjoy!

Warning: (Am I typing a warning for nothing?) There WILL be Shounen-Ai here! Don't like, don't read. But don't review and tell me you don't like it, because I will throw my warnings back in your face. No one is twisting your arm saying "Look! Look! Itachi and Kisame, aren't they cute, read now!". If shounen-ai offends you, I'd rather you just hit the back browser and not read than leave infuriating reviews that ruin the story not just for me, but for the readers. Don't do it. Just hit the back button and leave. Believe me, I'll never know.

Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, I wouldn't need a disclaimer. I don't own it...believe me, if I did, Sasuke'd of had some sense beat in him a long time ago, and Orochimaru and the Akatsuki would reign supreme...-cough-. And that's why I don't own Naruto...

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Sasori tugged at his sweatshirt Sunday night, hoping he looked alright. It was one of his favorites, a gift he had received from Itachi for his birthday. Dark blue, with a red scorpion on the back, it was warm, comfortable, and a good color on him. Tonight was his first date with Deidara. To ease the tension, Kisame and Itachi, who had been going out together for a couple of months, agreed to meet them at the fair where they could double-date together. However, Sasori still faced the task of picking up the blond and driving him to the fair grounds, then he had the task of taking him home when all was said and done. Add the fact that he still didn't feel completely up to speed to the mix, and you had one nervous, anxious, pale-skinned young man on your hands.

Get a grip, Sasori he scolded himself. It's only Deidara. It's not like he's going to attack you if you're two minutes late or your shoe's untied

"Bye, mom!", he called, knowing she would ignore him. She wasn't taking the fact that her son was dating one of his male best friends very well. Sasori hoped she would get over it before the next time Deidara came over, especially since the blond's mother was taking it in stride, proclaiming that she loved Sasori and was happy that her son chose to date him if he was going to date guys.

As expected, he received no answer. The redhead shrugged his shoulders. It was no biggie. He was honestly closer with his grandmother, Chiyo, than he was with his parents. He'd call Chiyo tomorrow after school and tell her how his date went. She'd been happy for him when he'd told her about his date, and couldn't have cared less about the gender of the person. After all, Sasori hadn't been aiming to fall for a boy, let alone his best friend. It'd just sort of happened.

Fifteen minutes later, Sasori was at Deidara's house, and his heart was pumping so fast he was sure it would beat right out of his chest. (A/N: Yeah. He's not a puppet, he's a breathing, normal human being) He'd brought flowers, but honestly, he wasn't sure if he should have. Do boys bring other boys flowers? Deidara's mother answered the door, and Sasori smiled. He could hear Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata playing lightly in the background.

"Isn't the date supposed to wait anxiously by the door, pace around, and then squeal "he's here" while rushing forward to pull him inside?", Sasori asked teasingly, because really, he had no idea how else to get Deidara's attention. The blond was completely entranced by the music.

"Sasori-Danna." Deidara smiled at him brightly. He was wearing a pink tank top with black pants. A black scarf hung around his neck, he had on pink elbow-length gloves, black bands on his upper arms with little pink chicks on them, and a hat that matched the arm bands.

Sasori smiled and handed him the flowers. "I have no idea if I'm supposed to give you flowers or not..."

Deidara grinned mischievously and accepted the flowers. "Thank you, un." He handed them to his mother.

Deidara's mother laughed and held up her camera. "Just a few photos before you two leave..."

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"Sasuke, you bastard, I'm bored. This is boring. Let's do something else! Go somewhere fun!"

Sasuke thunked his head against his desk. Like he didn't have better things to do with his Sunday night than sit around with a hyperactive moron and listen to said moron complain.

"Sasuke doesn't understand the meaning of the word fun", Itachi told Naruto as he breezed past Sasuke's room on the way to his own.

"Woah! How come you're not cool-looking like him?", Naruto asked Sasuke.

"I'M not getting ready for a date because I'M stuck here with YOU working on this project-which, I might add, could have been done already if you hadn't spilled ramen on the first draft!"

Itachi poked his head into Sasuke's room. He did, in fact, look "cool" as Naruto proclaimed. Itachi was wearing his hair loose and had on a pair of dark denim jeans, fashionably ripped at the knee, a long white T-shirt, and a red leather jacket. Fingerless red gloves and a pair of black boots pulled Itachi's outfit together.

"Yell a little louder, I think there are some deaf monks who didn't hear you yet"

"Why don't you just leave already?", Sasuke muttered.

"Well...I WAS going to see if you and your little friend wanted to go to the fair with us, but since you're so..." Itachi trailed off as Naruto grabbed his arm.

"YES! TAKE US WITH YOU!"

Sasuke sighed. "Moron. We have a lot of work to do. The paper is due Thursday..." he trailed off. Naruto wasn't listening. He was hell-bent on going to the fair with his brother.

"Why are you doing this?", Sasuke hissed at Itachi

Itachi smiled. "What's the matter, Sasuke? I thought you liked blonds..."

"Blond GIRLS, Itachi. Girls."

"Ah, well. You have a date for tonight with a cute blond guy. Might as well make the best of it." Itachi ruffled his younger brother's hair and left the room to call Kisame and make sure he was ready to go.

The paler boy scowled after his older brother and looked at his "date".

The blond was dancing around the room excitedly. If he'd heard Itachi's teasing that this was a date between him and Sasuke, he certainly didn't show it.

Sasuke shuddered-what if Naruto HAD heard Itachi and thought it was a good idea...

The dark-haired boy then proceeded to slap himself for such a thought.

"Hey. Moron. You might want to take this with you after scarfing down so much ramen" Sasuke tossed a plastic bag to Naruto. "Throw up in here"

"But, Sasuke Bastard, why would I need to throw up?"

The poor fool has no idea Sasuke realized. The last time Itachi was supposed to take Naruto home, his mother had gotten home before Itachi and had taken him home instead. Sasuke smirked, realizing this would prove amusing.

Ten minutes later, the younger boys were in the backseat of Itachi's car, heading to pick up Kisame.

Naruto suddenly understood why Sasuke had given him the vomit bag.

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Kabuto winced as he walked past the bathroom door. It almost sounded like someone was crying-he frowned. There weren't many options on who could be crying as the only people who lived in the house where himself, Orochimaru, and another kid named Kimimaro. The two boys had been orphaned when they were younger and Orochimaru had taken them in. Even though he and Kimimaro weren't brothers, they could almost pass as such. In any case, they had a weird, disjointed family unit going on here.

"Are you alright in there?", Kabuto called, knocking on the door.

He got no response.

Kabuto sighed and pushed the door open.

"Wh-what are you doing?", he gasped, running over and pulling a pair of scissors from Kimimaro's hands. "Your hair."

Kimimaro had been attempting to cut his hair himself. "Are you sick again?", Kabuto questioned. He wasn't sure what Kimimaro's illness would have to do with the younger boy suddenly deciding he was a barber, but something was up.

Kimimaro turned to look at Kabuto. His green eyes were dull, blood was on his lip. When he pulled away from the sink, Kabuto could see the fresh blood in it. He sighed.

"Didn't I tell you to come get me before you got to this point?", Kabuto asked, rubbing his temples. His parents had been wonderful doctors, and had passed their medical knowledge on to their son before they died. He'd been helping Kimimaro deal with his mysterious illness.

Kimimaro turned on the water and rinsed the blood from his mouth and washed it away from the porcelain surface. "I didn't think you were here."

"And you were cutting your hair because..."

"I don't know. I spend so much time coughing up blood or throwing up, I thought a short cut might make it easier to deal with."

Kabuto put his hand to his forehead. He was being punished for something he did in a past life, he knew he had to be. "We have hair bands for that", he said, shaking his own loosely

tied hair.

"I know.", Kimimaro sighed. Kabuto wasn't sick all the time. He had no idea what he was going through. "Think there's any hope of salvaging it?" he guestered towards his hair.

"Sit down. I'll see what I can do.", Kabuto replied. The back had been hacked, but the front was untouched.

It took him the better part of an hour, but finally he'd fixed Kimimaro's hair into an acceptable style. The front part now hung about an inch past his shoulders, the back cut just a little above.

"That's the best I could do", he said. "It doesn't look too bad".

The younger boy gazed into the mirror. No. The haircut wasn't bad... it was horrible. He looked much younger than the fifteen years old he was supposed to be. He sighed-he'd done this to himself.

"Thanks", he murmured, heading towards the room the boys shared. "I'm going to go lie down for a while. Maybe even go to bed for the evening."

Kabuto nodded. "I'm heading out to get a coffee. I'll check up on you when I get back."

Kimimaro blinked. "Why do you want coffee at seven at night?"

"I have a lot of homework to do that I should have done Friday night", Kabuto replied, smiling sweetly.

Kimimaro rolled his eyes. That smile only worked so much.

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"Ohh...Look!", Deidara cried, pulling Sasori's hand, laughing. "A ferris wheel, un. And the flying swings, un! And, and...". His blue eyes widened. "Danna! Look, un! Rock and Roll, un!"

Sasori laughed and glanced back at the rest of his group-Itachi, Kisame, Sasuke, and a new addition named Naruto. Itachi looked alright, but the other three looked ready to be sick.

"Let's go on the Rock and Roll", Sasori said evilly. He suddenly had the feeling that three people wanted to kill him. It didn't matter, because Deidara shrieked with laughter and pulled Sasori towards the ride so fast his hat nearly fell off his head.

Begrudgingly the other boys followed behind them.

Sasuke thought the Rock and Roll would be like Itachi rolling the car over many times.

Naruto suddenly wished he was back at the Uchiha house writing the paper.

And Kisame was wondering, as he did nearly every day, how he'd gotten such an insane boyfriend.

Itachi smirked. He was the cause of all of this.

They'd barely walked five paces before Naruto spotted a ramen stand and said he wanted some.

"How can you want to eat?", Sasuke and Kisame called, both looking appalled.

"It wasn't that bad", Naruto replied, and ran to get some ramen.

After Naruto finished his ramen the boys played some games. Sasori won a gigantic stuffed tiger for Deidara playing the ring toss, while Kisame managed to win a large stuffed panda for Itachi by hitting the high score on the strength machine. Naruto and Sasuke won smaller toys for each other playing the darts and shooting games.

After they grew bored of the games, they decided to ride the flying swings and ferris wheel. The flying swings left them all with a weightless feeling.

"That was great!", Naruto declared as they hopped off the swings. "It felt just like flying!"

Deidara fell asleep on the ferris wheel. He's so cute when he's sleeping Sasori mussed

Even though he was asleep, Deidara grabbed onto Sasori much the way a child would unconsciously grab onto a teddy bear. Sasori blushed and looked at the blond slumped against his shoulder. He wanted to kiss him, but was afraid he'd wake him up. Their seat stopped at the top. Sasori took in the sight in awe, wishing Deidara was awake to enjoy it with him

After their car had been in the air for a few seconds, he realized that they probably wouldn't be going anywhere soon. Sasori leaned over and planted a kiss on Deidara's cheek. His blue eyes snapped open. "Oh, Danna, un." Deidara yawned. "I'm sorry, un. I didn't mean to go to sleep, un." He balled one of his hands into a fist and rubbed at his left eye. "It's OK. Look, Deidara. Isn't it beautiful?". "The stars in the sky are much more attractive than the lights, un", Deidara said, pointing up. He snuggled against Sasori and rested his head on his shoulder again. "The lights will be around forever, un. The stars go away in the morning, un." Sasori smiled. "Lights burn out, Deidara", he replied. Deidara didn't get a chance to reply because the ride started moving again

"Ah! It's moving!" Naruto's shout was heard by many. He grabbed onto Sasuke without realizing it. "No, Moron! It's supposed to move. That's the only way for us to get down.", Sasuke replied, wondering how anyone could be so stupid. Naruto blushed and quickly let go of Sasuke. "Sorry", he apologized, rubbing the back of his head. Sasuke sighed and shook his head. He could see his brother kissing Kisame in the car below theirs. Well, kissing was a kind word. Their arms were intertwined and they were pressed so close together it would have been impossible to tell who was who if Kisame didn't have blue skin. Just what he wanted to see. Geeze. Didn't they have any restraint?

When the ride finally ended and everyone got off they decided it was time to head home. It was getting very late, after all. They walked towards the exit as a group, passing Toby along the way. He was with a pretty girl who wore her pink hair in a messy ponytail. The pair were laughing as they walked past. Toby gave his cousins a cheerful wave and guided the girl past them, a smile on his face.

"Hey, wasn't that Sakura-Chan?", Naruto asked

Deidara's face broke into a smile. "I'm happy for Toby, un."

Sasuke scoffed. "Yeah. Let's see how long she survives with him."

"Now, Sasuke. They looked very happy together.", Itachi said, hiding a smile.

Itachi, Kisame, Sasuke, and Naruto bid good night to Sasori and Deidara and the groups went their separate ways.

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Sasori dragged himself to school the next day feeling like crap. He'd of liked nothing better than to stay home and remain in bed, but he couldn't after he missed two days of school last week. He was thirty minutes late as it was-it was completely worth it, though, as he remembered the way Deidara's blue eyes had sparkled when they were at the fair, how warm the blond was when he fell asleep on his shoulder, how sweet his lips has tasted when he'd taken him home. Yes. Every bit of fatigue was worth it. He would slip unnoticed to first period-not like anyone would care. He was an honors student and he was almost never late or absent. Sasori parked his car and got out. Something wasn't right. The entire twelfth grade class was out on the track, milling around like lost cattle. He walked towards the commotion, hoping to find his friends quickly so he could learn what was going on.

"SASORI!" The redhead blinked as Deidara all but threw himself into his arms. This honestly wasn't anything new-the blond was very affectionate. The thing that was unusual was the look of fear in Deidara's blue eyes. "Oh, thank goodness, un. I was so worried, un..." Deidara murmured, pressing his face against Sasori's shoulder.

"What's going on?", Sasori asked. Things were getting weirder and weirder by the moment.

"They found a dead body in Ibiki-Sensei's classroom this morning", Itachi explained, coming up to Sasori and Deidara, Kisame right behind him. "Idiot over here couldn't find you this morning and freaked out."

"So far, Sasori, you're the only one who isn't a suspect", Kisame added. "Bad timing. You should have just stayed home."

Sasori patted Deidara's shoulder, looking rather dazed. "Dead? Who's dead? A student?"

"They haven't told us anything yet. Anko-Sensei came into homeroom this morning and ushered everyone out onto the track. We've been here since." Kisame shrugged. "I guess they plan on questioning all of us before they tell us anything."

"How can they be sure it was a 12th grader?", Sasori asked. "Maybe Ibiki-Sensei went crazy and killed the person himself and then left the body in his classroom."

"Nah. I don't think so. Ibiki-Sensei isn't a killer. Orochimaru's pretty weird, though. He seems like the type who would kill people and stash their bodies in other people's classrooms"

Kisame stopped talking as Anko came up to them. Her face was very grave, and all her usual bounciness was gone. It was scary to see her so serious.

"Itachi Uchiha, Kisame Hoshigaki. Can we see you two for a moment?", she asked.

Deidara gave a horrified gasp and held onto Sasori tighter. Sasori patted Deidara's shoulder. "What do you need them for?"

"It's OK. Come on, Kisame", Itachi said calmly. If he felt any fear at all, his face certainly didn't show it. This was one thing about him that annoyed his band members to no end-no matter what happened, he always remained cool.

Kisame followed him, though he was nervous. What did she want with them?

"THEY'RE GOING TO BE ARRESTED, UN!", the hysterical Deidara cried, pressing his face against Sasori's shoulder again.

Sasori sighed. "They're not going to be arrested." He then proceeded to glare at all the students who were staring at them until they averted their gazes elsewhere.

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Anko led Kisame and Itachi to Ibiki's classroom. Once they were outside, she looked at the two teenagers. "I must warn you. This may be difficult on you two. Especially you, Uchiha-Kun".

Even though Itachi's face showed no signs of worry, the young man's heart pounded in his chest so hard he was sure the others must hear it and spot through his calm facade. What if it was Sasuke lying dead in Ibiki's classroom? Would he be able to handle that? Kisame seemed to be thinking along the same lines, because he stepped in front of Itachi then, blocking his view of the room.

Kisame gasped as the door swung open. Itachi pushed past Kisame and felt relief rush over him.

"Ah. You worked for her, didn't you?", Sarutobi, the principal, asked gently. He was a kind old man whom the students liked dearly.

Itachi nodded. "We did", he said, taking in the sight of Anna's broken body slumped in a chair in Ibiki's room and feeling only relief that it wasn't Sasuke in her place.

Kisame was amazed at how calm Itachi was about the whole ordeal.

Sarutobi sighed. "I was afraid of that..."

"You-you don't think we did it, do you?", Kisame asked nervously. He glanced over at Itachi, who looked a little pale, but otherwise unfazed.

"No. I don't think you boys did it-but you're the only ones with any motive to kill her at all..."

"What "motive" did we have?", Kisame snapped. "We worked for her. That's all!"

"Kisame", Itachi said, calmly putting his hand on Kisame's shoulder. He nodded at Sarutobi. "What happens now?", he asked.

"I'm sorry, boys", Sarutobi said, and he truthfully looked pained. "I'll have to let the police question you."

Itachi nodded.

Kisame sighed. This was going to be one of those weeks.

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A/N: Sorry for the delay, I was having difficulty with Please kindly check out my other fic, He Didn't Give Up. The fair scene came from a fic I wrote forever ago. I was too lazy to re-write it. Hope you enjoyed it. )