Deidara and Kisame walked down a dirt path with forest flanking them on each side. It was hard to believe that they were in the Country of Wind and that only a couple of miles ahead lay the vast desert that would lead them to the Hidden Leaf Village. They took a right onto a smaller path into the woods towards the river. Kisame whistled tunelessly while Deidara kept trying to hit squirrels with mini balls of clay.
"You'd think you'd have enough explosives for one day" said Kisame smirking.
The news of the mission had calmed Deidara and he was intent on not letting Kisame get to him a second time. "The hardships only make one appreciate the beauty of his art that much more" he said trying to sound poetic.
-"Too bad in this case it involved sacrificing the beauty of one's face to go with it." Kisame pushed on.
Deidara twitched satisfyingly which widened Kisame's grin slightly. They kept walking in silence until they reached the river. Deidara moulded a big clay pot to put the water in. He was bending over to fill it when a naked Kisame ran past him and jumped in, sending water splashing everywhere and soaking Deidara.
"Kisame you shithead! Can't you see I'm trying to do my fucking job here!" he shouted, color rising all the way up his bald head.
-"So am I. Water is my specialty and we need food. Add 2 and 2 and you've got fish."
-"I'm supposed to be getting us drinking water! Now it's full of your filth! Nobody wants to drink that shit!" a vein had popped its way out of the top of his head.
-"Relax. The current is washing all that away, the water is fine. Now do your job and let me do mine." He plunged under before Deidara could have a chance to say anything.
Resigned to do his work so he could get away from his blue teammate as quickly as possible, Deidara filled the pot, moulded another and filled that one too. Meanwhile Kisame was moving through the water at a remarkable speed and by the time Deidara had finished, a nice pile of about a dozen fish lay on the river bank.
"Great..." thought Deidara "that means I'll be stuck walking back with him."
"Hey Deidara, make me one of those clay pots to carry my fish why don't you." Called Kisame from the river.
Deidara, still mad at his partner told him he could do his job on his own and he was leaving. Kisame climbed out of the river.
"Guess if I don't have a pot my only choice is to bundle them up in my robe and walk back naked. Is that really the sight you want next to you the whole way?" he said snidely.
"What about the shirt and pants you usually wear under them?" asked Deidara repulsed by what was standing in front of him.
"Took those off almost as soon as we got to the new hideout. Was getting too hot being cramped up in there. Guess I forgot to put them back on before we left."
"Ugh...fine...You disgusting freak." conceded Deidara, fashioning a clay pot for Kisame's fish while his partner put his cloak back on.
"I swear I always thought you were into naked men. Guess you can't always judge a book by its cover."
Deidara just started walking. He was tired of Kisame's taunts and just wanted to get back to the hideout and rest.
The walk back was uneventful. Deidara was slowly calming down once again and Kisame was satisfied with today's small victories. Once they made it back to the hideout they each left their pots of supplies next to the entrance. Kisame said he had to go find some secret herbs he knew of that would stop the fish from spoiling for about a month and he set off back into the woods. Deidara went down the stone steps and got to the wooden door. The walk had tired him out. By the position the sun had been in before when they arrived at the hideout he guessed it must have taken them a good couple of hours in total.
He pushed the door open and a strange sight awaited him.
"Itachi... What the hell happened to Sasori?" he gasped.