Hey dudes! ...and dudetts... Sorry it took me so long! I had writer's block again... So today I figured, "Hey, I'm only oushing myself t do a thousand things before I take my sleeping meds, why not add this to the list?" So I did.

Disclamer: Again, I wish I owned Naruto. Because then... Hehe... Well, Chibi-chan wouldn't just listen to me ranting about my loves for Itachi and Kakashi. And you wouldn't see the show on Cartoon Network, But I've said that before. So Yeah, and stuffs...

Kisame went to the room that would be the last room that Itachi would look in. Or so he hoped anyway. Once he got there and thought it through, it was obvious. He was in Itachi's room. "I'm dead… Oh yeah. I'm dead." He muttered as he silently closed the door behind him.

It was a worthless cause, and he knew it. Even Deidara, in his bizarre and unstable mental health, could tell that Kisame was in for it. Although, while he was busy going through the hide out, he couldn't help but wonder which of the two was telling the truth. Was it true that Itachi liked him, or was it true that Itachi didn't like him and Kisame was just had a death wish that day? It was enough to make one think.

"Sasori-danna!" The blonde called while his mind wandered. "Where are you, un?" he continued to call. "Maybe Itachi-san does like me… And if Sasori seriously is dead… Well… He's cute, what can I say?" he thought to himself, instantly banishing the thought. "Puppets don't die." He muttered out loud.

Meanwhile, Itachi went directly to his room. He thrust to door open and locked it behind him. "You told Deidara…" he said, his face covered with frustration.

"Uh… I didn't mean to?" Kisame replied, trying to make it a statement, but instead it came out as a question.

The Uchiha's eyes began to flood with a familiar crimson cover. "You are damned lucky that his mind is easily convinced of lies…" He said as he approached his partner. Even though the blue skinned male was much taller then the other, the raven-haired ninja's appearance could still be quiet intimidating.

"I'm sorry, Itachi!" Kisame said, in an attempt to save himself form a lot of pain, physically, or mentally.

Itachi glared at Kisame with a fire-like intensity. "You better be. And you're lucky. I don't want to be killed by the rest of Akatsuki once they get back and find you dead! So I'm going to let you live. But that doesn't mean you're getting off without a ton of pain." Kisame sighed. Itachi was so predictable when he was angry like this. Now he was probably about to take a few steps back, glare at the taller man for a few moments, then slam his head into the wall a few dozen times.

And the Uchiha did just that. He walked back and glared at Kisame for about thirty seconds, then walked over to the wall and began to slam his head into it. "Damn it Kisame! I really hate you right now…" he muttered as he hit his head.

Deidara heard a familiar noise, similar to a 'thud.' "Itachi-san's upset about something, un…" he muttered as he continued to search for the puppet. "Saso- Oh what's the use? He's dead, un." He mumbled. He slapped his hands over his mouth. "What the hell did I just say?" He asked, the sound muffled through his hands. "Puppets don't die, un!" The very thought that he had said that, even if he didn't mean to, depressed him to no end.

The shark man walked over to Itachi. "May I suggest you don't do that? It only hurts you. It doesn't help." He askd as he took a firm grasp of Itachi's shoulder.

"Daja vu…" Itachi muttered as he stopped hitting his head.

"Yeah, probably because this has only happened a thousand times since Sasori died." The taller man reminded the Uchiha.

It was completely true. Itachi got frustrated with Deidara, or Deidara was being moody calling every one a liar, or something of the nature, and he would go off into another room, and hit his head into a wall repeatedly. "Whatever…" he mumbled as he twisted from the hold on his shoulder. He walked over to his bed and sat on it. "So now we have a blonde… and emotionally unstable bomb artist, a giant shark thing that has a big mouth, and a currently depressed murder of his own clan that wants to kill them both. Aren't we just a pocket full of fun?" Itachi muttered as he lay down, staring at the ceiling.

Kisame blinked. "A pocket full of… I think you hit your head one to many times." He muttered.

Itachi sent a glare at him. "I'm in love with a man. To add to that, a man that won't get over his dead lover. Do you seriously doubt that I'm insane?" he asked as he closed his eyes.

What the two didn't know, but wished they knew, was that Deidara had managed to make it in front of Itachi's room. And he didn't hear any part of the conversation, except the last three sentences. He backed up a few steps. And the part of him that was positive Sasori was dead, and the part that was still in denial, was enough to convince him of what was the truth. Itachi was in love with Deidara. And this was confusing to no end for the blonde.

"Wha…? No… No… He… he can't… He knows that I love Sasori with all my heart… He can't love…" he whispered to himself, unable to form a complete sentence. "But he is still really hot, un." He said mindlessly. He again threw his hands over his mouth and began to stumble away. "I'm loosing my mind…" He mumbled.

"Itachi-san, if you're in an organization of S-ranked criminals, you are bound to loose your mind. I just think that hitting your head doesn't help much." Kisame said quietly, as not to anger the shorter ninja.

Itachi sighed and returned to staring at the ceiling. "Yeah… Whatever… If you ask me, I lost my mind along time ago…" he muttered as he closed his eyes.

"Could be why you killed your clan…" Kisame muttered in response. Itachi would have glared at him, but he honestly didn't care.

Deidara walked into his room. "I love Sasori, un. Itachi loves me. I think he's hot… Something in that doesn't make sense, un." He muttered as he locked his door. He needed to think for a moment. "I could ask Itachi-san about it… Maybe it was a miscommunication, un…" he was silent for a moment, and his face was completely blank. "I didn't know I knew that word… Oh well…" He sat on his unmade bed.

He seemed to be one of the on members that never made his bed. When people started to yell at him about how bad it looked, Sasori had suggested that Deidara start sleeping with him.

That always had seemed to work, too. Except when Sasori had a mission, or under the current situation… seeing as how Sasori was dead and all…

"Gah! What am I thinking?" the blonde exclaimed as he grabbed his hair in two tight fists, slamming his head into the pillow. "Ho many times do I have to say it, un? Puppets don't die!" He clenched his eyes shut, walking over to his desk, head now throbbing from when he pulled his hair. He opened the desk and took out a clay bird. "If I find out he's dead, I'll kill myself, un. All I would need to do is end it with a bang." He nodded to himself.

"Alright. If Itachi-san and Kisame-kun can truly convince me that Sasori-danna is dead, well… Lets leave it at this, un. Art is a bang." The blonde said quietly. He put the bird away. "I just can't tell them that I'll do that…" He mentally noted.

It sucked, right? Like I said, I pushed myself, I was bust, I was sore, and I was stressed. Oh well. I promise, I'll make the next chapter better!!! Please forgive me...