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Chapter 20: Fleeting Past the Sandy Memories

Song of the Chapter:
Crazy in Love – Beyonce featuring Jay-Z
Reason: The two shinobi simply cannot get enough of each other :)


Deidara did not know why, but he steered the clay bird to a place he was certain he had never been to. Deidara looked at the red head leaning against his chest and remembered Sasori talking about planting ideas and thoughts into someone's head. He looks at the kunoichi who's eyes soften upon gazing into his visible blue one. I'll ask her later… "Sumiko-chan, un… almost there alright?"

Nodding, she snuggled closer to the blond and sighed. "Good. Glad your brain did not misinterpret the images and locations I planted into your thoughts." A blond eyebrow raise later had Sumiko smirking.

"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult, un." Sumiko leaned close as he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"We are here." Sumiko's arm was held by Deidara as she tried to disembark the aircraft. Sumiko pretended to trip which caused Deidara to slip an arm around her waist and dip her low into a deep kiss. What the two Akatsuki members did not notice was an outsider watching them carefully.


The next day…

Chiyo stood in front of the council of the Sand Village, giving her mission report. "She has no intentions to return…"

An old man stood up haughtily. "Are you certain?"

Chiyo cackled and gazed at the young Kazekage also sitting in on the meeting. "She was, as young people call it, sucking face." Gaara flinched and glared at the old woman.

"Your eyes are not failing you in old age?" Chiyo glared before producing a photograph in her hands. Gaara had to use everyone ounce of self restraint to stop from ripping the picture to shreds. "This… Sumiko-sama… she…"

The other members of the council looked at the photograph of Sumiko and Deidara quite close together, trying to disembark from the clay bird only to get caught in a make out session. An old woman frowned as she stood up suddenly. "The actions we must take are clear." She shot a glance at the Kazekage. "Order a regiment of Sand ANBU to capture Sumiko and have her stand trial for her actions. If we are lucky, we might also be able to apprehend her twin as well or at the very least, that rouge Rock ninja." Chiyo nodded solemnly, accepting the fact her grandchildren were traitors. Gaara's face was full of pain however.

"Remember, we must consider the possibility of a potion or genjutsu with the coercion of Sumiko-sama. If she was forced to join…"

"Gaara-sama, I accepted that my granddaughter and grandson are traitors, why can't you?" Gaara looked away, unable to stare into the eyes of the puppet master.

"It is just… when did she start changing so drastically?" Chiyo was silent as she pressed a mission scroll to Gaara for approval.


Sasori raised an eyebrow at the sight of Deidara carrying a slightly charred looking Sumiko in. Meanwhile, small cuts were visible on the blond. Sumiko however was curled comfortably against Deidara's chest. Hidan himself was astounded by the amount of blood that between the two, could have made for a satisfactory ritual for him. "Sumiko-chan decided we would have a little taijutsu sparring contest. She cheats, un."

Sasori smirked. "Taijutsu really is not a specialty of hers or yours last time I checked." Nodding, Deidara proceeded to carry the redhead to her room. Somehow opening the door with the kunoichi in his arms, he placed her on her bed while going to the bathroom to find a washcloth. While placing the cloth under the running faucet, he noticed the injuries he had sustained from their little match. When he walked back to her bedroom, he chuckled seeing her on the floor, face down.

He moved to pick her up when with a grab of the wrist, he felt himself flung down and a smirking kunoichi on top of him, laughing. "You know, I can tend to my own wounds. Besides, you charred a bit of my flesh that is under my clothing and you will not tend to those wounds pervert-kun." Deidara huffed with indignity.

"I am not a pervert, un." He sat up roughly and crossed his arms. The action made Sumiko slide off and land on her butt, but she laughed.

"Thanks for carrying me back though." The blond nodded and grinned. Sumiko raised the washcloth and touched a small cut on his cheek which caused him to wince. "I'll clean your wounds first; the burns you gave me are minor while those cuts on the other hand…"

"Didn't know you could do that with your chakra strings, un…" He flinched upon remembering her use the chakra strings almost like metal wire and cutting through a tree while they were sparing. He managed to avoid getting any limbs chopped off, but the cuts inflicted certainly were painful…

"Anyways," she cleaned off the blond's face and moved on to the left arm. "I must say, your techniques certainly are versatile." A grin etched itself on Deidara's face and she smiled. By now, all of his wounds were cleaned and only needed bandaged. Holding the bandages, she gently wrapped his arms. "Please be slightly more cautious. If I decided to kill you, it would have been easy with the reckless style you fight with."

"Whatever, un. Can't help it if I am mesmerized by my art." Sumiko shook her head as she tied the bandage that wrapped his right arm. "And you being in the middle of the art was pure beauty, un." Sumiko turned away, blushing as Deidara held her hands tightly within his own.

"Deidara-kun… your hand mouths are tickling me." He apologized as he began to clean the wounds on her arm with a washcloth.


Mamoru cursed as he walked through the crowded streets of the Sand Village. He hated how the wind decided to always blow sand straight into his face and he really could care less about the supposed beauty that the sand was to present. Running a hand through his silver hair to eliminate the grains of sand stuck there, he groaned as a sand storm was starting to brew. He was about to open his mouth to curse when a hand grabbed his wrist and forced him inside a nearby house. Although dark, he could barely make out the form of a blond that had a fan tied to her back. Mamoru knew quite who Temari was, but would the blond believe what she was seeing. "Mamoru, what the fuck happened? We thought you died and Sumiko-sama was flipping out!"

"Temari… knowing me is dangerous. I suggest you quickly forget who I am and that I was here." The edge in the Jashinist's voice sent shivers of fear down Temari's spine.

"You are the reason Sumiko-sama became all depressed and started changing…" Mamoru frowned before he reached for his katana. Temari's eyes widened as she backed up against the wall, unconsciously reaching for the fan around her back.