An hour later….
"Ta da!", Miiri yelled, coming out of the room, finally.
She scissored her cloak, changing it into a skirt and a jacket. She was still wearing her fishnets on her person, placed on her arms and legs (like Temari), her jacket only going about the length of a short-sleeved shirt. She also showed off her pale purple, half-fishnetted shirt.
Miiri then put her hands up, showing off long, black fingernails.
The others, who were still in the room, sitting on the couch, were shocked, except Deidara, he stood up and cheered.
Itachi scratched his head, "Er, was that bad?" Miiri asked, concerned.
"No, not really, just unique…..", Itachi replied.
"Okay, good!"
"Er…I guess we'll have dinner now?", Itachi shook his head, "God, this is weird," he added.
At the dinner table….
"So….", Miiri started, "What exactly do you do?"
"We just try to capture the Kyuubi, and various other people for…", Sasori answered, "WORLD DOMINATION!!!!!", he then laughed maniaclly.
Miiri backed away (since he was sitting next to her) toward Itachi, "Okay…..", she then scratched her head and prodded at her ramen.
Dinner was basically a bombardment of questions for Miiri, so she was happy to finally be able to first took a bath in Itachi's large tub, then put on her cerise pajamas, and finally, lay down in Itachi's extremely large, spacious, black-sheeted bed.
She shifted in it several times, before she found a position she was comfortable in.
Itachi came a little later when Miiri was still awake, and stayed on one end of the bed, reading a book.
Suddenly, Deidara came out of nowhere and started to say to Itachi, "Itashi, Itashi, Itashi, Itashi, Itashi, Itashi, weasel, weasel, weasel , weasel, Itachi, Itachi, Itachi," Miiri was silently laughing, watching the interesting façade, "Itachi, Itachi. WEEEAAZUL?"
Itachi put down his book and turned around, very angry, "FOR GOD'S SAKE, WHAT?!"
Deidara's face curled into a smile, "Hiiiiii," he said, then ran away.
Miiri, who was trying to stifle in the laughter, burst, "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!", pointing to Itachi.
Itachi turned and jumped on her, "Ne?"
"You think that's funny, huh?", Miiri nodded, not sure what to do.
"What are you going to do, Itachi?", Miiri was a bit uneasy, as always, S-class criminal.
Itachi got off her and lay beside her, wrapping an arm around her, "Nothing…." He then turned off the lights. Leaving the room black.
"W…T…F….", Miiri whispered.