A/N: I don't own Naruto, so shut up and read.

Warning: OOC'ness and fluff lie ahead...

Blue eyes slit open slightly, the morning sun greeting his tired mind. Slowly, he sat up to look around, only to find that he was alone.

Alone...A word that he was quite familiar with. He hopped out of the bed he was sleeping in, his bare feet hitting the cold wooden floor with a soft thud. He padded his way across the room and to the door, reaching for the knob, beginning to turn it, before stopping, hearing voices.

"Out of all people, he wants me to take care of the kid..." A voice drawled on, sounding somewhat tired, and very irritated. Deidara had learned that the mans name was Itachi, and well...To be honest, he didn't like him much.

The sound of snickering filed through the crack in the door, "Ehh, just lock him up in the room all day, feed him now and then, let him out, everything will be fine, and Sasori won't know the difference." Another voice, Kisame.

Deidara began to feel his heart sink. Did Sasori leave him? Didn't he like him anymore..?

'I suppose that could be a solution..." Itachi again, and he sounded serious about it. Deidara felt tears enter his eyes, he didn't want too be left alone with him, or locked up in this room, or...Or anything...

Itachi sighed irritably, running one hand through his hair, "I don't see what Sasori sees in him, the kid's practically useless anyways...I'd rather just take him back to where he came from...It'd make things easier."

Deidara shakily let go of the doorknob, wiping at his eyes, a small sniffle escaping. Maybe that was the best idea, maybe he would just leave…He wouldn't be missed, would he? He hiccupped softly, wiping at his eyes again, climbing up to the nearest window he could reach, forcing it open.

…What? He was five, not stupid. He stared down at the ground below him, swinging one leg over the edge…

Before he felt something grab him from the back of the shirt.

"…Where exactly do you think you're going?" The voice asked, belonging to Itachi, no doubt. Deidara looked up at him, staying completely silent.

"…Well?"

No answer.

"Look kid, that silent game might work on Sasori, but guess what..." He grumbled, pulling him back into the room, sitting him down on the bed- somewhat rough, closing the window, locking it, "I'm not Sasori. So until he gets back, you're going to obey what I say. Got it?"

He only received a nod.

"…Got it?" He repeated again.

"Yes, un." Came a shy reply from Deidara, staring down, wiping at his eyes constantly, Itachi's words still running through his mind. Itachi only ignored the tears that the boy was shedding, they weren't his problem anyways.

Itachi sighed, "Now…" He muttered, "Only bother me if it's important…" He stated simply, before walking out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Hours flew by, and as soon as he knew it, it was already getting late and not a word had been heard from Deidara yet, and for that, Itachi was relieved. The less time he had to spend with the kid, the better. And the less he'd get lectured for later. But eventually, Deidara finally emerged from his room, his stomach growling. "I-Itachi-san…" He said quietly, tugging on the bottom of his Akatsuki cloak, a tired look radiating in his tearstained eyes. Had the boy been crying all this time? Itachi looked down at him, "What is it…?" He asked, a more gentle tone hinting in his voice- but only by a tiny bit.

"I-I'm…Hungry…" A shy reply came from the boy again. Itachi sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. Of course, children needed food, how could he forget. He rummaged through the cupboards, managing to find something edible for him. Deidara ate slowly, avoiding any conversation with the man- like Itachi actually acknowledged him anyways…

After he was finished, he hopped down from his chair, putting his plate in the sink, or trying to anyways.

Itachi watched from the corner of his eye, amused at the boys' pathetic attempt of helping out. Eventually, he gave in, taking the plate from his hands, placing it into the sink himself.

Deidara stayed silent, looking down, seeming almost ashamed.

Itachi sighed, picking the boy up, "…Ready for bed..?" He asked. Deidara slowly shook his head, "…Yes, un…" He lied. He didn't want to sleep; he didn't want to do anything until he knew Sasori was back.

But Itachi honestly didn't care much about what the boy wanted. He walked into the boys' room, laying him down. Before beginning to walk out.

Deidara whimpered.

Itachi groaned.

Did this kid ever give up? "Goodnight. Sasori will be back before morning." Was all he left the boy with, before closing the door behind him.

Deidara curled up under the blankets, watching as the moonlight casted dark shadows that danced on the walls in front of him, only one thought running through his mind.

….Itachi-san is a horrible babysitter, un.

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