"Oh my god! You two are going to photograph so well!" Pierre told Sasoir and Deidara. "So, you're a puppet or something?" Sasori sighed, he hated going through this.

"Yes, I'm a puppet, can we get this over with?"

"Okay, well puppet boy you set on the chair, baby blue there is going to loosely put his arms around your neck." Pierre instructed.

"Wait…wait…why does he have to touch me?' Sasori wasn't the most touchy-feely person, Definitely not like Deidara.

"Because, you two are friends, you're artists, and you hang out!" Sasori scowled but went along with it just to get it out of the way. So, the still uncloaked, de-hatted Deidara happily threw his arms around Sasori. It was actually a really good picture of both of them. Sasori was very photogenic and Deidara was just a natural beauty so combined they were pretty sexy. Zetsu's photo shoot didn't go as smoothly.

"Zetsu, just open up your fly trap head and get this picture done so we can go on with our lives!" Kisame said as he and Hidan tried to pry Zetsu's 'trap' open.

"No! How would you like to be known as that Akatsuki guy with the plant head and the two color face? I'm not doing it! Face it, we're all wretched except for Itachi and Deidara!"

"Zetsu! If you don't open up your plant face and get this picture taken I swear I'll tell start telling our friends you eat people!" Zetsu reluctantly opened up his 'trap' and let Pierre quickly get the photograph out of the way.

"Now, let's have the shark-looking fellow!" Pierre insisted. "Geez, so how does that blue skin work out?" Pierre wanted to know. Trying to adjust the light to compliment Kisame blue skin.

"Well, I'm often confused for marine life." Kisame told him. Pierre situated him and got the photo over with. Hidan and Kakuzu had been in the background fighting the entire time all this was going on, it didn't matter what they fought about, they just fought most of the time. Marco quickly shut them up by presenting them with an appetizer platter. Appetizer platters were always around big photo shoots.

Marco and Pierre finished up the Akatsuki calendar and they had to admit that even though they seemed to be a pretty dysfunctional group, the calendar looked good. It was affectionately dedicated to their leader. Now the fun was about to begin.

"Great! Other Akatsuki's you are welcome to watch the shoot, we love you and we have appetizer platters but now all the attention is on dark angel and baby blue." Pierre said clapping wildly.

"As if the attention is ever anywhere else?" Sasori said rolling his eyes…again. He had done that a lot. Pierre and Marco went to work once more. Pierre had his hands in Deidara's hair.

"Hmm…god this is beautiful. Okay, I know the pony tail on top the head is your thing…but I want it taken down, I want cascading hair all over you." Deidara gasped. He couldn't imagine letting the ponytail…down.

"Um…are you sure…yeah?" He looked worried.

"Baby blue, don't worry. I assure you my stylist Fiona will make you look even more fabulous than you do with the ponytail." For whatever reason, Deidara trusted him. "Fiona! Get in here!" Pierre yelled in his shrill photographer voice. A tall model-like woman quickly came to Pierre's side. "Fiona! I want the hair cascading, lose the ponytail and don't let me see him until he's wearing that white Dior that came last week." Deidara's blue eyes sparkled.

"I get to wear Dior, yeah?" he asked ready to cry.

"Come love, I turn you into saucy playboy." Fiona had a thick Eastern European accent and so she was a little hard to understand.

"Is that going to hurt, yeah?" Deidara asked. Now it was Itachi's turn.

"Oh the things I have in store for you!" Pierre said to Itachi as Fiona swept Deidara away. "Giselle!" Pierre called for his other Eastern European model-like assistant. "Giselle, give him a light layer of that Paul Mitchell Spritzer Shine, not too much, I don't want him weighed down, but I want radiant onyx. Also, give him that necklace, you know the one I mean, the black one with the tiny silver bars on it and make certain he's wearing those to die for Prada pants and the equally sinful tunic shirt, the one that's cut low as hell!" Pierre demanded.

"Oh, you and I…we will have much fun, yes." Giselle said to Itachi. And so the fun had officially begun.

"You have beautiful jaw line and very nice skin. I put lightweight moisturizer on you; it will help under the lights." Fiona told Deidara.

"Wow! This stuff is nice, yeah." Fiona laughed.

"Of course it is love, it's Chanel, I give to you after the shoot today. Your name…Deidara…it roll off the tongue…it make me want to lick you." Fiona said.

"Um…you probably shouldn't lick me right now, yeah. You're wearing lipstick." Deidara said.

"Oh, love, you excite me, yes you do." Fiona laughed. It was time to work on his hair. In the studio across from Deidara (which was basically the other side of the mirror Deidar was in front of).

"You have nice hair. You like spritzer, yes?" Giselle asked.

"I've never used any; I always thought my hair was shiny enough." Itachi told her.

"Oh, it is. But the spritzer make it extra manageable and sheen last all day and into the night. And the scent…baby…the girl she will fuck you crazy. I give to you today." Itachi thought her comment was genius.

"So, I can have great hair when I go to bed and have an intoxicating scent without buying new fragrances with Deidara every 3 months?"

"That is what I tell you, yes." It was like all of Itachi's dreams were coming true in the same day…well..all of them, except the whole demise of Sasuke, take Orochimaru's Tivo without him knowing thing…