A/N: Sorry it took so long for the update; I got an idea for a story in my head and I just had to start working on it. It'll be finished soon. 'Nyways, here's chapter 5 of 'Child Reincarnation.'

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I angrily stomped out of Pein's office. I couldn't believe this! They had the nerve to replace Sasori no Danna with that . . . that . . . idiot! I hate him! I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him-

My azure eyes grew wide. S-Sasori no Danna's room . . . I had been very careful to leave Sasori's things the way they were and I would yell at anyone who so much as even looked at the door, but now the deceased puppet's bedroom door was wide open.

Seething, I swiftly made my way to the inside of the room. "OUT!" I yelled, not bothering to even see who was intruding on my master's room. "GET OUT! NOW!"

"But, Sempai-"

"NOW!" I repeated, ignoring the small voice of the boy.

"Deidara, you're being irrational-"

A loud growl erupted from my throat as I promptly pushed Maru and Itachi out of the room. "I SAID GET OUT!" I snarled.

Itachi placed his hand on my shoulder. "Deidara-"

I violently yanked the hand off of me. "DON'T TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY UCHIHA! HOW DARE YOU GO INTO DANNA'S ROOM!"

There was a small whimper from close to the floor. "Sempai . . ."

I looked down at the small noise, and my features softened just a bit, but not enough to be noticed. This little eight year old boy that was looking up at me with a scared expression looked so much like my Danna (minus the expression, of course. Danna was never scared). My heart ached every time I looked at him. It wasn't fair, why couldn't I just move on like a regular person? Why did my stupid leader have to give me this eerily similar looking child?

But then the anger boiled up again. This little brat had disturbed Danna's possessions; his precious puppets. "Don't talk to me." I said quietly. Then I slammed the door shut, separating myself from the boy and the Uchiha.

I turned around without a word and starting putting Sasori's puppets exactly where they were before they were disturbed, only one basic train of thought running through my mind. Danna never liked anybody touching his puppets, un. He never liked anybody coming into his room, either. If he were alive he would've- I choked back a sob, my own words echoing solemnly in my head. If he were alive. Which he isn't, un. I shook his head, trying to clear the sadness that was quickly welling up inside of me, threatening to overflow. I failed, though, and streams of wetness soon ran down my face. I didn't realize that he was crying, however, until I tasted the saltiness on my lips.

I quickly finished replacing my master's figures, not wanting my tears to tarnish the carefully sculpted wood. When I was done I just sat there, on the carpet in front of Sasori no Danna's closet, and let all of my emotions overcome me. So what if I liked Danna more than I should have? The feeling was never mutual. If he saw me right now then he would probably just tell me to suck it up and get the fuck out of his room. I shouldn't be bawling like this over him. I shouldn't have to endure this. I shouldn't . . .

My one eye that was not covered with golden hair darted around the room until it finally rested on the leather pouch attached to my waist. I don't have to endure this . . . Without thinking about it, my left hand moved downward, opened the bag, and enclosed itself around a large handful of clay.

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Maru's mouth turned downwards and he tugged on Itachi's robe. "Itachi-sempai . . . is Deidara-sempai mad because of me?"

The Uchiha tilted his head so that he could look at the redhead, his face as stoic as ever. "Probably," he said in his monotone voice. "But once he calms down he'll realize that he's more mad at me then he is at you." There was a short pause before he added, "I guess I should've known better than to take you into Sasori's room."

"Then why'd you do it?"

"Because I was curious." Itachi said with a shrug.

Maru stood there in silence. He wanted to ask Itachi what he was curious of, but before he could muster up the courage to do so a loud sob emanated from the other side of the door, followed by lots of sniffles and whimpers. Maru's hazel eyes widened. Wow. So Sempai really IS depressed. I wonder what was so special about this 'Sasori' person that made Sempai cry like that . . .

"Itachi?" Maru asked, tugging on the older nin's cloak again.

"Hn?"

Maru tried his best to ignore the crying that was slowly turning into hysterics. "What was Sasori like?"

Itachi seemed to ponder this for a moment before responding. "He was an impatient, rude, sadistic ex-Suna nin that would always show Deidara much less respect than the blonde would show him."

Maru flinched at a particularly loud wail. "Then why . . . ?"

A spark of sympathy appeared in Itachi's usually dead black eyes. "There was always something incomprehensible about Deidara's feelings towards his Danna."

"Danna?" he squeaked, not expecting an answer. There's that word again! Deidara had said 'Danna' earlier, too, and it had bothered Maru then, just as it did now, for some unfathomable reason.

All of the noise coming from Sasori's room suddenly ceased. "That can't be good." Itachi muttered under his breath.

Maru looked up at him, alarmed. "What do you mean?"

Itachi shook his head, slightly annoyed at the redhead's ignorance. "Deidara's specialty is bombs, Maru. If he's stopped crying then he's probably realized that there's a quick and easy way to end his problems."

Maru took in a quick gasp of air as what Itachi was saying finally dawned on him. "You . . . You mean Sempai's gonna . . . ?" Maru couldn't bring himself to finish his sentence.

Itachi barely had time to nod before Maru turned the knob and pushed open the door. What he saw was Deidara covered with little clay figures that were crawling over him and the blonde raising his two hands together.

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I opened my mouth to say 'Katsu!' but the next thing I knew someone knocked me to the floor and pinned my hands above my head. It turned out to be Maru, who was currently straddling me (how odd that must've looked to anyone watching; an eight year old on top of a twenty year old whom he had pinned to the ground). "What are you doing, un?! Let me go!" I yelled.

His grip on my wrists tightened. "No."

I struggled, but it was useless. He had me. Shit. "I can't believe a stupid little brat like you pinned me to the floor." I mumbled. That was basically my way of conceding defeat.

Maru seemed to recognize that because he relaxed his hold and rolled off of me. I scowled as I sat up; all of my clay bugs had crawled away and I wouldn't be able to find them without blowing up half of the base. I turned my head to see Maru sitting two feet away, staring at me intently. "What?" I snapped. "Haven't you ever seen anybody about to blow themselves up before, un?"

His eyes widened for a second before he shook his head, his red hair swishing as he did so. Stupid hair. Why did it have to be the same color as Sasori no Danna's? "I was just thinking."

"About what, un?" I sneered at him. "How I'm a pathetic mess who can't get over a fucking puppet?" I was too upset to watch my language. Besides, Hidan had probably already said worse things than that.

Whatever he was about to say must've left him because he just sat there with his mouth hanging slightly open. "A . . . A puppet?" He finally asked.

"Yes," I chided. "A puppet. Sasori no Danna turned himself into a puppet so that he could be eternal, un." Then under my breath I added, "A lot of good that did him."

"A puppet." He repeated. "Wow."

"Is that a problem?" I said, getting angry again. There was nothing wrong with Danna being a puppet.

For some reason Maru smirked, reminding me again of Danna. "Nah. I mean, why should I be surprised? All of you Akatsuki are freaks, why should Sasori be any different?"

Idiot. It's when he said things like that that made me want to slap him again. I crossed my arms angrily over my chest and turned away from him to face the slightly open door (a rather childish thing to do, I admit). "Yeah, well you'll be an Akatsuki, too, eventually. Then we'll see who the freak is, un."

I couldn't see his face, but he couldn't be that offended because he changed the topic with a question. "So what was your meeting about?"

"We're getting a new member to replace Sasori no Danna and he's going to be partner."

"Who?" Maru's tone suggested that this interested him.

"This idiot called Tobi," I snorted. "You wouldn't know him. And he's going to have to move into Danna's room . . . move in here." I choked on the last three words and, despite myself, a tear rolled down my cheek.

There was an awkward silence before Maru answered. "Couldn't he stay in your room, Sempai?"

"Leader wouldn't allow that with an available room open." That hyped idiot was going to end up throwing out all of Danna's things. Another tear came.

"I . . ." Maru's voice sounded awkward. "I could . . . I mean . . . you could move me into here, couldn't you? And then Tobi would have to stay with you, right?" I didn't answer, which probably led Maru to believe that I was angry at the idea, for then he started talking again with a nervous edge to his voice. "I-I wouldn't touch anything, I promise. Well, except for the bed, but that's to be expected. And even I did touch something I promise I'll put it back exactly where it was before and- "

"Alright."

" –I promise that I won't- wait, what?"

I rolled my eyes. "I said alright, un. Your idea is perfectly logical and I prefer you being in Danna's room to that . . . that . . . perky, skipping thing, un." I turned my head ever so slightly, just so I could catch a glimpse of Maru's reaction. He looked shocked for a moment before a huge grin spread. I wondered for a moment if that's what Danna's grin would look like.

"Really?" I stiffly nodded my head, and then immediately regretted it as Maru caught me in tight embrace. Some people might call it glomping someone. "Thank you, Deidara-sempai!"

I rolled my eyes again. "Whatever." I muttered before pushing him off.

I got to my feet and then, as an afterthought, grabbed Maru's hand and pulled him up too. My mind flashed back to a similar situation with Danna, except I had been the one being helped off the ground. His hand was wooden and it had felt . . . odd. Nothing like Maru's smooth skin. At that thought I hastily let go of his hand and said, "Well come back to my room to get some clothes before you start living in here."

His big, brown eyes turned up to look at me. "But why can't I just- "

Anticipating the rest of his question I answered briskly. "Because I don't want you in Sasori no Danna's clothes."

He fell silent then and followed me out of Sasori no Danna's room where Itachi and Hidan were standing. For some reason Hidan breathed a sigh of what seemed like relief.

I ignored them and kept walking, preferring to be alone with my thoughts. I wondered if whether or not Maru would actually becomean Akatsuki member. I didn't see why not; Pein had obviously let Maru into the base for a reason and- wait a second, now that I think about it, I don't really know how Maru came into my care, only that Pein had just showed up at my door one day and had said 'just came to drop this off' before pushing the boy into my room. Maybe I should ask . . . but I quickly disregarded that thought. It was no business of mine what Maru was doing here. And besides, I had learned not to question the Leader's decisions long ago.

Although I might have to argue about Tobi, un. As if that lollipop-headed freak could replace Danna. I'm just glad that he won't be ruining Danna's room with his goody-two-shoes presence. Although, I must admit that I'm going to miss that little redhead even though I've only known him for one day, un.

Speaking of Maru, un, I wonder why he stopped me. He can't possibly care about me, can he? I thought that he'd only been calling me 'Sempai' as a formality, but I guess not, I mean, he charged into the room and-

I felt my face flush as I remembered how he had ended on top of me and pinned me down, exactly as someone would've if they wanted to- I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. So what if he looked almost exactly like Danna? There was no way that he was Akasuna no Sasori. Besides, even if that were somehow possible, he's only eight, and I am no pedophile.

"Here, un," I said gruffly as I shoved a pile of clothes into Maru's arms. We had already made it back into my room and I had found my clothes from when I had first joined the Akatsuki at sixteen. They might be a little roomy for him, but I was short at that age so it shouldn't be too bad.

Maru bowed slightly. "Thank you, Sempai," he said politely as he cradled the clothing in his arms and turned around to leave. However, when he got to the doorway he stopped. "Deidara-sempai?" He called back, sounding a little nervous. Odd.

"Yes, Maru-kun?"

"Would you . . . would you like it if . . ."

I sighed, getting a little impatient. "Would I like it if what, exactly?"

The little boy took in an unusually deep breath before responding. "Would you like it if I called you Danna?" he squeaked out.

I must say, I was completely shocked. This must be what Sasori no Danna had felt like when I had first called him Danna. Unlike Maru, I hadn't asked.

I walked right up behind Sasori as he was working on one of his puppets. I think he had called it 'Hiruko.' I leaned in right next to his ear; he didn't feel my breath 'cause he was a puppet and puppet bodies don't feel anything.

"How's your puppet coming along, un, Sasori no Danna?"

Sasori dropped the jar he was holding, spilling poison and shattered glass onto the floor. "What did you just call me, brat?" he seethed.

Under normal circumstances I would've laughed at the memory, but this was not normal circumstances.

"Why would ask me that, un?"

Maru shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably. "Well, you used to call Sasori Danna and I . . . I thought maybe . . . maybe it would make you happy if I called you Danna, Danna."

Well, he had already called me it once, so why not? "If you want to, un." I tried my best to shrug nonchalantly while still under shock. "Bye, Maru." I decided I would drop the suffix.

Maru hesitantly took a step forward. "Bye . . . Danna," he said before walking completely out of my view.

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A/N: Lol, isn't it funny how Maru was jealous of Sasori, and he is Sasori, so really he was jealous of himself? XD

Anyways, I want to know what y'all think of the mushiness that led up to Maru calling Deidara 'Danna,' if you would be so kind as to oblige.

Oh! I went to Magic Kingdom yesterday and you know what I thought? Well, you know how now there's now a suite in the Cinderella Castle? Well, how hot would it be if (insert your favorite pairing here) had sex in the Cinderella Castle?! I'll tell you: TOTALLY HOT!!

My last words to my readers for now are; You've lost the game. Farwell!