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So, here is chapter number six. So guys, I really need to know, do you guys want me to continue? I haven't been getting many reviews, so I don't know what is on your minds. Many many thanks to my faithful reader Ichiro Kuragari and Hitokiri Shinzui.

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Ichiro Kuragari: Thank you, I tried to make that chapter a little longer than usual.

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So, on with the story.

Konan sat by herself on the fringe of the coliseum. I'm afraid there isn't a word for her mood at that particular time, so let us settle for the phrase: 'wierded out'. Usually the origami artist was confident in any surroundings, having been trained for any circumstances, but now the tiny voice of uncertainty gnawed at her mind. She had never known any structures like the one she presently sat in, and to her credit she had been around most of the ninja world. Well, all of it actually. Still, for some reason unbeknownst to her the eternal darkness and eerie white glow of the pillars and arches made her skin crawl.

"Konan," a voice came from the darkness.

She didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"Yes, Pein?" she replied.

"I wish a word with you."

She stood up, obediently awaiting further instruction.

"Here is fine," the rinnegan master said, "Please sit down."

She did as she was told, resuming her former position.

"It is about Deidara that I wish to speak."

Konan almost sighed in relief. She had been afraid that Pein had wanted to drill her about something. She didn't know why, as he had never had cause to do so before, but nevertheless she had been worried.

"Deidara? What, you mean the ridiculous incident that happened earlier?"

"Yes," was the curt reply.

After a moment of silence Konan said, "What about it?"

"I hope that you are not distracted from Akatsuki's goals by said incident?"

"Of course not, why do you ask?"

"I would not want something to… befall you."

"What do you mean?"

"Deidara is not exactly the most constant of men, and meaning no offense to him, neither is he the sanest."

"You think that Deidara would hurt me?"

"It is a risk I would not like to take. We cannot afford fighting within our own ranks," If one looked very closely they might notice that Pein seemed a little uncomfourtable.

"Let me get this straight," Konan said, anger beginning to bubble in her chest, "Are you saying that if I were to spend time around Deidara he might do something violent out of insanity which might cause me harm? Or did you mean hurt in another way?"

"I…" Pein trailed off uncertainly.

"You think that I'm taking all of this seriously? That the silly dare that Deidara pathetically gave into actually meant something?" She was close to shouting now, all traces of respect blown away by anger.

"Konan, calm down," the pierced man was losing his composure.

"I am calm!" she roared, "I am not your servant that you must keep tabs on every hour of the day! I am perfectly well trained both physically and emotionally to deal with injuries of all kinds be they of the body or mind, but apparently you still don't have confidence in my abilities! What do I have to do to prove this to you?!"

"Konan…"

"No! I don't have to stand here and take this from you!" and with that she stormed off.

Pein put his face in his palm, quickly withdrawing it again when he pricked his fingers. He had not thought that his female partner might take his warning in such a way. He would have to try again later, after she'd had time to cool off.

Konan walked furiously towards nowhere, the night air stinging the tears from her eyes. Pein could be so thoughtless sometimes! Of course she didn't take the incident seriously, why would he think that? Furthermore, why would he care? He knew perfectly well that she could take care of herself emotionally and physically, so why would he become so nervous now?

Her musings were interrupted when she bumped into a slender figure. Honestly, out of all the space in this wretched place how did she manage to bump into someone?

"Hm? Konan?" a familiar voice said.

Konan's anger flared higher at hearing Deidara speak. This was all his fault! If he hadn't given into that stupid dare then none of this would have happened.

"Deidara…" she said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah? What is it, hm?"

She was about to let her anger burst forth in the form of five fingers curled into one satisfying argument when something stopped her. In her fury-clouded mind the tiny spark of a plan began to form.

"Hey, Deidara?"

"I'm still right here."

"Could you do me a favour?"

Host fell unconscious. Excellent.

Tenten slapped him across the face in an attempt to wake him up, but succeeded in getting nothing more than a tingling hand for her troubles.

"Neji, how do we wake up this creep?"

He shook his head, still in confusion about how he had not managed to see the black clad man with Byakugan. "I-I don't understand," he said in confusion, "My eyes can see everything, how could I have missed him?"

"Now isn't the time, right now we need to wake him up and interrogate him," replied Tenten, returning to the task at hand, "Can you get me some cold water?"

He turned to go, wondering where he might find water in a place like this.

Tenten regretfully watched him go. Of course, the water would be helpful, but the truth was that she didn't want him to hear her the following conversation.

She got up and straddled Host's chest, slapping his face once, twice, three times. There was still no response. "Come on, Host, wake up!" she whispered, starting to get nervous. What if Neji saw her in this compromising position?

As if he had heard, Host's eyes opened and closed a few times before settling on Tenten's worried face. "There's no need to be worried about me," he rasped, "I'll be okay. Probably," he added after coughing up a lattice of blood.

"Liar," she responded, "Anyway, what did you mean by: "I am everyone here"?"

Host looked confused, "Just what I said. By the way, why does my face hurt?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes! Tell me!"

"No, not yet."

"What?!"

"I said no."

"I heard you, you idiot, what I meant is why not?"

"Now is not the time, but I assure you, Tenten, everything shall be revealed in due course," Host spoke these last words almost affectionately.

"Yeah, it had better be. Furthermore, what did you mean when you said that beauty often comes with deadliness?"

"It was the other way around actually, but again I meant just what I said."

"Would it kill you to say anything outright?"

"Sorry, ok, what I meant was that you are beautiful."

Tenten nearly fell off his chest. Of course, she had suspected that that's what he had meant, but hearing it so plainly in his own words was still a shock.

"You… you think I'm beautiful?" Tenten knew it was a cheesy question, but she couldn't think of any other way to put it.

"No, Tenten, I know you are beautiful," Host smiled, and passed out again.

She got up off of his chest and suddenly remembered that he had lost about enough blood to stun a butcher. Quickly she took bandages from her bag and set about carefully withdrawing the kunai from the Man's back. It was a tricky business, as lying on his back had pushed the weapons very deeply into his flesh. Neji soon returned with the water (apparently he had found a washroom built into the aged marble, and so had filled up the bag he carried on his back). Tenten used the water to clean the blood off of Host's skin, and then she applied the bandages after staunching another flow of the crimson fluid.

"Did you get him to wake up in my absence?" asked Neji.

"Yeah, he woke up for a little while."

"What did he say?"

"He," Tenten debated with herself about telling Neji what Host had said. She hated keeping secrets, especially from her close friends. "He said that he was everyone here, and that he would explain everything later."

"Did he say anything else?"

Sometimes it was scary how well Neji could read her. "He called me beautiful," she added in a small tone.

"Is that all?" the Hyuuga asked.

"Is that… is that all?! Neji, no one's every called me anything like that before, especially not strange men who I know nothing about and make us play truth or dare! This is the first time anyone has ever complimented me that heavily, and it kind of makes an impression on a girl!"

"Not strictly true, Lee often says how youthful you look when you show up for training in the morning, and seven months ago I said that you looked very nice as I meditated at the training grounds."

"Neji, that's… well, it's not the same as being called beautiful. I know it's stupid, and I don't know why but it affects me."

"I'm sorry, I did not mean any offense," Neji apologized.

"Forget it, I know you didn't."

They sat there with the unconscious form of Host for a short while in silence before Neji put his arm around Tenten's shoulders again. She looked at him in surprise.

"I'm sorry, it's just, it was very comfourtable at the time before Host showed up."

Tenten smirked, leaning her head on his shoulder once more.

Gaara woke up groggily. Sleeping was so strange; he didn't know why people did it.

"Good morning, Gaara-sensei," he was greeted by a familiar voice, "Did you sleep well?"

Gaara grunted by way of a response. His siblings often referred to morning people and night people; apparently, he was not a morning person.

"Did I miss anything important?" Asked the sand master.

"Nope, nothing so far as I can tell. You might want to get up though, I think another session is starting."

For a moment Gaara didn't know what she meant. His confusion must have shown on his face because she laughed.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm sorry," Matsuri gasped, "It's just I've never seen you confused before!"

With another grunt Gaara got up and they both headed towards the circle of chairs. While they walked Gaara realized that he enjoyed Matsuri's company. Of course, she was his former student, but it was like she had become more than that since he had begun to train her, she was his friend. Gaara didn't have many friends, apart from Uzumaki and his own siblings, so when he did make a new one he held them closely.

Taking a seat in the circle, the two waited patiently for the other participants to arrive. When everyone had sat down, Sakura piped up: "Hey, Hinata, Naruto, Tenten, Neji, Temari, and Shikamaru are all missing."

"Maybe they didn't notice that a new round was starting," offered Ayame.

"Maybe they got killed," suggested Hidan with a bloodthirsty grin.

Tayuya smacked him upside the head. "Hidan, don't be such an insensitive prick, they're probably just injured."

This did nothing to reassure the friends of said individuals.

"I'll go look for them," said Kiba, getting up from his seat, "Me and Akamaru should be able to sniff them out pretty quickly." With that he leapt astride his dog and took off.

"Ok, let's get started," yawned Deidara, "Who's turn was it last?"

"It was Shikamaru's, but he isn't here at the moment so I guess we'll have to choose someone else," said Ino from across the circle.

There was a brief moment of silence in which the only sounds were of a bat flying overhead and the rustle of clothing.

"Fuck it, I'll go," said Hidan, cracking his knuckles, "Tayuya, truth or dare?"

The red haired girl seated next to him looked smug. "Dare," she replied mysteriously.

"I dare you to kiss me wildly in front of all these people," he smirked.

"Done," came the reply.

After about ten minutes the others were able to pry them apart after splashing a bucket of water on them, and even then it was difficult.

"My turn," gasped Tayuya, readjusting her bedraggled outfit, "Hey you, what's your name, uh, bitch, truth or dare?" she pointed towards Ayame.

The ramen chef bristled. "My name is Ayame, I'll have you know! And I am not a bitch."

Tayuya rolled her eyes. "Whatever, just answer the question, bitch."

"Truth," she said, and then in an undertone, "You whore."

"Truth? Ok, give me a second."

Ayame waited patiently while her newfound enemy took significantly more than a second to make a decision. Then, finally: "All right, if you were the last woman alive would you be willing to mother all the children in the new world?"

"No," came the curt reply, "Sakura, truth or dare?"

"Truth," said the pink haired girl.

"So have you and Lee hooked up yet?"

There was a series of wolf whistles from around the group while the two individuals in question blushed bright red.

"Well, no, why would you think that?" Sakura laughed uncomfourtably.

Lee looked crestfallen.

"Sasuke, truth or dare?" she said, moving on quickly. It was not like Sakura to be this flustered.

"Dare," the raven-haired youth replied. It was with that one word that his torture began.

"Ok, Sasuke, here is your dare. You must not cut, wash, or comb your hair for one week. You may not use jutsu to groom yourself in any way, nor may you get someone else to do it for you. You must wear a hood and facemask at all times, along with a thick cloak. Once a day you may take off the hood and mask to have one part of your hair cut, I will let you choose which part. If you can't do this then you have to start over and go for two weeks, if you fail that then you have to go for three weeks, and so forth."

No one spoke for a while.

"And If I succeed?" asked Sasuke coolly.

"Then we'll abandon all attempts to bring you back to Konoha."

"I accept."

"Um, Sakura?" Lee asked in a worried tone of voice, "How long have you been planning this dare?"

"Actually it just came to me," she replied, wiping her forehead.

It was at this moment that Kiba reappeared with Neji, Tenten, Temari, Shikamaru, and, surprisingly, a bandaged and bleeding Host.

"Host, what happened to you?" asked Tobi in surprise.

"I slipped off a pillar and landed on some rocks. Tenten here found me and patched me up."

"You slipped off a pillar in your own place? That's priceless!" laughed the masked man.

"Tobi, shut up!" snapped Deidara, "You'll wake up Konan." He jerked his thumb towards the woman beside him who seemed to have fallen asleep on his shoulder. If one looked extra closely they might notice the flicker of a smirk that passed across Deidara's face at that time. This detail did not escape Host's flickering eyes.

"Tenten, that was very good of you!" said Lee proudly, springing from his seat, "To help a man we barely know in his time of need, you are truly the Good Samaritan today!"

Tenten blushed, trying not to give away the fact that it had indeed been her that had caused Host's injuries.

"Anyhow, don't let me interrupt you. What was the last truth or dare then?" asked Host, trying to sound polite.

"Sasuke's got to wear a cloak and mask all the time," proffered Sai, "And he can't cut his hair either."

"For how long?" asked the dark man curiously.

"A week," replied the pale youth, "And if he fails then he has to do it again for two weeks."

Host was surprised. "And Uchiha agreed to this?"

"On the condition that if he succeeds there will be no more attempts to bring him back to Konoha," Sai finished.

"Sakura, that is a very risky gamble you're taking," Host turned his head towards Sakura, trying to look disapproving through his mask.

"How did you know that it was me who dared him?" asked the kunoichi.

"I just know, but that doesn't matter right now. What if he succeeds? You only gave yourself one back door, and that banks on the possibility of him giving up. Now, I don't know about you but I can't see Uchiha giving up without a fight."

Sakura stood frozen for a moment, taking in the truth of the stranger's words.

"Well, we'll just see about that I guess," she said, bravely keeping most of the tremble out of her voice.

Host sighed, "Alright, let's just move on. By the way, Deidara, why is Konan on your shoulder?"

If he had been able to at that exact moment the pyrotechnician would have folded his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair. Since he couldn't without dislodging Konan's sleeping form, he contented himself with a smug grin.

"Well, I guess she just realized that she needed a real man in her life, hm," he explained condescendingly.

"A real man? More like a fake one, you old gay," Hidan jeered.

Deidara closed his eyes and opened his palm to reveal a small clay grasshopper. The explosive insect hopped down from his palm over to the laughing Hidan, climbing into the immortal's open mouth.

"Hey, grey head," Deidara caught Hidan's attention, "Guess what?"

Hidan stopped laughing. "What?" he asked warily.

"KATSU!" the artist roared, making the hand sign.

A muffled boom was heard as Hidan swelled up like a balloon in the space of about two seconds. Smoke poured out of his mouth and nose as he lost consciousness. It was the most ridiculous thing anyone had ever seen. Tayuya on the other hand was not impressed.

"What did you do to him, shit head?" she cried, rushing over to the fallen akatsuki member.

"Hm? Did I miss something?" Konan asked, having been startled awake by Deidara's shout. When she caught sight of the deflating Hidan she burst into a fit of laughter.

Host face-palmed, "Look, can we just continue the game?"

Sasuke was almost happy to oblige; this whole blowing up immortals affair bored him.

"Host, truth or dare?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"Dare, I suppose."

"Explain who you are, right here, right now."

Ok guys, this chapter has come to an end. Remember to leave a review saying if you want me to continue, and also what you thought of the chapter. If there are no reviews or very few then I'll take it as a no and discontinue the story. Anyway, here's the omake.

OMAKE*OMAKE*OMAKE*OMAKE*OMAKE*OMAKE*OMAKE*OMAKE*

Sai sat painting once again. He was disturbed by a noise behind him. Smiling at the approaching figure he said: "Hello, gorgeous."

Ino smiled back sweetly, then said: "Sai, take off my shirt."

Confusedly he did so. "Sai, take off my skirt," Ino said just as sweetly as before."

Somewhat nervously he complied. "Now take off my wraps, Sai."

With trembling fingers he undid the hip bandages.

Then, in a voice as sweet as honey, Ino said: "Sai, take off my bra and panties."

As nervous as he was, Sai barely managed to slide them off.

"Good, now," Ino's face lost any traces of previous kindness, "Don't ever let me catch you wearing my clothes again!" She grabbed the discarded garments, leaving the pale boy to keep himself from freezing.

Oh, oh ho ho! Oh ha, ha… hehe, hm. Ahem, so there you have it.