Emi sat on Deidara's bed, blinking several times while he went through the drawers of his dresser. He had thrown several pieces of clothes at the floor, and some even went to the thrash bin. She had decided that she was not going to ask him what he was doing, no matter how curious he was. She wasn't going to ask him what she was doing there either. She wanted him to just explain on his own.

Deidara sighed and let another shirt fall to the ground. He had nothing he felt suited to wear. He turned to Emi, his bright blue eyes staring pleadingly at her. "I need your help." He stated, his tone actually pleading rather than demanding. He was a much more gentle person than most in the Akatsuki.

Emi nodded her head and got comfortable on the soft madras. "So, who is she?" She asked, raising one of her blond brows and a small smirk taking over the curves of her mouth as she crossed her arms under her chest and leaned back against the wall.

Deidara's eyes lit up and he clasped his hands together. "She's wonderful! She's around your age, so a few years younger than me, and she's so beautiful! Her name is Aki! She's just perfect!" He stated, his eyes staring at something that wasn't really there. Emi almost giggled at the cuteness of it, but then remembered that he was a criminal with human lives on his record. "Oh, I just don't know what to wear for our date!" He added, slumping down next to the pink-haired girl.

Emi patted his back a few times, while smiling brightly at him. "Well, it depends on what you'll be doing and what kind of person she is, as well as how she looks." She stated as a matter of fact. She rubbed her mess of pink hair a little. It was about time for her to get starting on the food, but she felt that this problem with Deidara was more important.

Deidara tapped his chin with one of his thin index fingers. "Well, we're going out for dinner in an hour. At some fancy place." He started. Emi nodded to let him know she had heard. "And she has black hair, like the smoothest silk that falls down to the middle of her back like a waterfall." He added, his voice dreamy and his eyes once again looking at something that wasn't there.

"Like Itachi."

Deidara glared at Emi with such heat in his eyes that she was sure she was going to get killed. "She's nothing like that freak of nature!" He spat angrily, one of his hands clenching to a fist and the other heading for his belt. Emi had to distract him, quickly. She knew he had a gun in his belt.

"What color are her eyes?" She asked quickly. Deidara blinked a few times, his hands falling back to his lap. "It's obvious that you should still be yourself, even if you're going out to a fancy place. But you should still wear something classy. Perhaps a black suit with a... Nah, black wouldn't suit you..." She began, but trailed off, lost in her own mind.

"What the hell? Black wouldn't suit me? I always wear black!" Deidara burst out, standing up from the bed and flailing his arms around, his expression both showing panic and anger. "What am I going to do?" He exclaimed, his fingers intertwining in his mess of blonde hair, which was loose at the moment.

Emi stood from the bed as well, trying to calm Deidara down with soothing words while she rummaged through his clothes. He had nothing that was even remotely classy. "I'll be right back!" She said, and ran off as fast as she could.

"Hey Emi, are you going to... Run straight past me like I don't exist. You are. Oh well, good." Kisame said sarcastically while Emi disappeared into Itachi's room at high speed. She looked as if she was in panic. But damn, that girl could run.

"Itachi!" Emi exclaimed as she burst into his room, staring around the room with panic on her usually calm face. "Do you have a nice black suit and a red tie?" She asked, her voice showing that she indeed was in panic.

Itachi was calm. He didn't even flinch as Emi burst into his room. He just looked at her with a emotionless gaze and slowly placed his book back on the desk, raising to his closet and taking out a very nice black suit with a red tie. It looked like it was very important to him by the way it was kept. "If he ruins it, I'll kill him." He stated emotionless, handing the savored clothes to Emi's trembling hands.

Emi didn't say anything, she just turned around and ran back to Deidara, who by now had caused the large mess of blond hair to completely tangles around his long fingers and cause very painful knots. Emi quickly grabbed the brush on the table, placing the suit on the bed and began to fix Deidara's hair.

Deidara sighed deeply while his hair was being untangled. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a nice girlfriend when you're a member of the Akatsuki?" He asked, his face buried in his hands. Emi shrugged. She hadn't noticed it before, but now he was talking so quietly it was hard not to notice. He hummed at the end of his sentences. She decided not to ask why.

She gently stroke his hair. "I can guess. Not many nice girls like hardened criminals." She said, the rest of her sentence hung thick in the air. But it's your own fault. She didn't say it, but they both knew she was thinking it.

Deidara sighed and shook his head. He didn't really pay any attention to what Emi was doing to his hair as she pulled it back to the nape of his neck and fastened it in a nice-looking ponytail. The trick was not to let him know it looked like Itachi's. "I guess." Was all he said. He looked very down.

Emi picked the suit off of the bed and handed it to Deidara. "Wear this. I'm sure she'll like it. It's Itachi's, but I bet she's worth it." She said, the genuine and soft smile that had settled on her lips giving her a reassuring look on her face.

"You know, I really hate Itachi." Deidara said, his voice more serious than she imagined it ever being. But she couldn't stop noticing the humming after his words. He began stripping off his shirt, revealing rippling muscles underneath, as well as a large tattoo of a mouth on the left side of his chest. "But he sure has a nice taste in clothes." He added with a grin as he began pulling on one of his own, light blue dress shirts on.

Emi titled her head slightly to the side, looking at Deidara while he changed to the black pants that matched the jacket he was now pulling on. It fit him perfectly, she noticed as he placed the tie around his neck and smiled at her. "Why do you hate Itachi so much?" She asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Deidara stopped in his tracks as he was about to pull on his shoes. He just sat there, foot raised in front of him and hands holding the laces in his extended hands. He didn't move for some time. "He forced me into this place." He stated, his eyelids concealing those brilliant blue orbs as his jaw clenched.

Emi just mouthed an 'oh' and went silent as well. After another minute, Deidara resumed his clothing. "I need to go make dinner now. Good luck on your date." She said and quickly rose, walking towards the exit as quickly as she could without seeming rushed.

"Emi, wait." Deidara said, already regretting the action. Emi turned her head to look at him, curiosity in her navy orbs and her head slightly tilted to the side while her hands was already holding the handle, ready to leave. "Thanks." He said, a small smile coating his face. Emi just nodded and left to go to the kitchen.

Just before Emi reached the kitchen, Kisame threw something at her. It hit her square in the face, but just folded out on her head, since it was made of fabric. "An apron?" Emi said, holding it out so she could look at it properly. "A pink apron with fluffy edges and the text 'Kiss the cook'?" She added, her bored expression turning annoyed as she looked at Kisame.

Kisame just grinned at her, his large, jagged teeth that didn't quite fit together gleaming in the dim light of the hide-out. "I like sushi." He stated testingly, still gleaming his white teeth in that ridiculously huge grin of his.

Emi's eye twitched a little. "Fine." She gave in, pulling the apron on and tying it behind her back. She noticed that Kisame looked surprised at this. She began filing through the refrigerator and freezer, finding nothing she could cook a full meal for so many people on. Her eye twitched some more. "Let's just order take-out tonight." She said, rubbing her face with her palm and whipping out her cellphone, just as it rang. She blinked at the caller ID.

"Dad?" She said into the phone, sounding very confused.

"Pumpkin! I've been worried sick!" Her father's concerned voice sounded. "I've called you a million times, and the one time anyone answered, it was some scary sounding guy!"

Emi rubbed the back of the head, as if he could hear that. "Umm... That's... Itachi..." She began, but trailed off quite quickly. What was she going to say? That she had been forced to join a gang of criminal masterminds because they rescued her from a fight with a couple of kids that were much likely a year or so younger than her as she had been so drunk that she had accidentally bumped into one of them. "He's... a friend."

There was a short silence as her father seemed to think about that. "Funny. This morning when he took the phone he stated that you were his property. I thought he had taken you hostage or something-"

Emi knew she had to cut her father off before he began rambling. "I'm fine, dad. I'm just... I was just about to order some food for us." She said happily.

"Emi-chan! Emi-chan, you've ruined my hair!" Deidara's voice rang out loudly through the entire warehouse. He came storming into the kitchen with his arms flailing around him. "You made my hair look like that sadistic bastard Itachi!" He added, loudly enough for her father to hear.

"Sadistic bastard? You are coming home, right now!" Her father yelled so loudly that Deidara could hear.

"Just a moment, daddy." Emi said sweetly into the phone, and then turned to Deidara with a death-glare. "Do you not want me to stay here?" She hissed at him, unknowingly loud enough for her father to hear. "My dad is a ex-cop, you moron! He'll bust your asses so fast you wont even have time to fix that fucking gay-ass hair of yours!" She almost screamed at him.

A few of the other Akatsuki members stood in the door, watching Emi's outburst in shock. "I came here because my mom was tired of me always getting in trouble at home, but I was never forced into a fucking gang before! She's be so proud of my recovery!" She yelled sarcastic, her navy eyes shining with anger. "They're going to send me home again!" She added, the tears finally forcing their way through the mask of anger in order to let her true feelings through.

Sasori grabbed the phone with a sigh. "Excuse me sir. Ignore all the gibberish you just heard your daughter cry at our blonde idiot. They've been drinking quite a lot both of them. I'm Dr. Akasuna. She's currently under my personal watch, but I'll see to that none of the other patients get too close to her as off now." He stated in that very professional tone.

There was a moment of silence while her father most likely checked the name 'Dr. Akasuna'. "Oh, very well, Dr. Please let me know if you find out what is wrong with her. I'm actually relieved. We always thought she was just screwed up." And he hung up.

"There. Fixed." Sasori said, handing the phone back to Emi. "My entire family are doctors. My father's specialty is mental issues. Your father now thinks you're a mental patient. Do not spoil the plan. I'm taking you out shopping tomorrow." He said, his voice indifferent the whole time.

Emi had to blink a few times before she realized he had changed the subject in the end. "All right." Was all she could think off. She sighed deeply and brushed her hand through her hair. She was really stressed out.

"Emi, go sleep in my room. You look horrible. Thanks for doing my hair." Deidara said, placing one of his hands on her shoulder. Emi just nodded. She really did look horrible and more stressed out than he had ever seen anyone before.

Emi fell onto Deidara's bed. He left immediately after. She was just sooooo tired.