Anko Plus Gennin Equals: Pure Chaos! Chapter 15: Team Four's Inquiries, a naruto fanfic

Me: aaaaaaaaaaaand it's up! I love summer... it means I can write these things almost nonstop...

Kuroppi: yeah, yeah, just start the damn chapter already! Last chappie ended with a me-centric cliffhanger!

Me: all right, all right. no need to yell...

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"That's right." Uchiha Itachi put a hand on Kuroppi's shoulder. "I'm going to train you for the third part of the exams..."

"Really?" Kuroppi asked. "Whew! The way everyone was keeping it a secret from me, I thought it might be Orochimaru or something..."

Kuroppi felt Itachi's hand tighten slightly on her shoulder. "Please don't compare me to that homosexual rapist," he said stiffly.

"Sorry," Kuroppi laughed. "I won't. So, what kind of training, exactly, are we going to do?"

Itachi let go of Kuroppi's shoulder, then appeared in front of her. In the pitch-dark room, all she saw was his red Sharingan staring directly at her,

"We're going to train your eyes."

"Stupid Hatakashi," Kiiro mumbled crossly. "He tells me to meet him in this rusty, damp park, but three hours after the appointed time he's STILL NOT HERE!"

Kiiro was sitting in the middle of an empty all-metal children's playground waiting for Kakashi, who was to train her for the third part of the chuunin exams. But, as usual, Kakashi wasn't on time for Kiiro's training-- in fact, she would be surprised if, this time, she showed up at all. He certainly hadn't so far-- this was the fourth day of the training month and Kakashi hadn't showed up once.

"I AM SO SICK OF THIS!" Kiiro screamed to no one in particular

"I have an idea," Ussura suggested from her position in Kiiro's lap. "Mesu-baachan just decided that she'll let you learn some demonic jutsu."

"But-- I was told to stay here! What if he does come this time, and I'm not here? The others might get worried--"

"You don't need to go anywhere to have my grandmother train you," Ussura interrupted. "Just close your eyes and open your mind."

Kiiro blinked. "What?"

"Mesu-baachan has a knack for telepathy," Ussura explained. "You see, if you think about letting her into your mind, she'll talk to you. You might even be able to see her."

"So, just think about her?" Kiiro asked.

"Yup!" Ussura giggled. "She'll pull you into you mind-- to others, it'll seem like you're asleep. If anyone who needs to talk to you approaches, I'll just bite you and wake you up. Deal?"

"Deal..." Kiiro said, closing her eyes. 'Mesu-sama? Are you there?'

A powerful voice filled Kiiro's head, and though her eyes were closed, a dim orange light appeared in her vision.

'I am anywhere I please to be. You are Warai Kiiro, are you not?'

'Yeah, I'm Kiiro.'

'Good. Now, you wish to learn demonic jutsu, correct?'

'YES.'

'Well, then, Let me warn you-- demonic jutsu focus not just on your chakra, but also on your youki, you demonic energy. All humans have a tiny, miniscule amount of youki-- after all, no being is without a small amount of evil.'

Kiiro giggled mentally. 'No one's perfect, right?'

'Exactly. Now! I want you to focus on yourself. Do you feel it?'

'That depends,' Kiiro thought skeptically. 'What exactly am I supposed to be feeling?'

'The little flicker of darkness in your soul. There's a faint light in the middle of it-- try to draw it out.'

'Won't that make me more evil?' Kiiro pointed out.

'No-- it won't affect you in any way. The amount of youki has nothing to do with the amount of evil, and the amount of evil is just something you are born with. It's not important.'

'Right... so... looking for a light at the end of the tunnel?'

'If you want to call it that.'

Kiiro focused, looking for what is was that Mesu was referring to.

She gasped. 'I found it!'

'Good. Now, draw it out of yourself, and see how far you can stretch it.'

Ussura grinned. 'Oh, good, she found her alright. I think I'll just leave now... watching Kiiro talk to someone in her head will get annoying.'

"Ouch." Kuroppi rubbed her sore eyelids. "Headache..."

"The Mangekyou sharingan is taxing," Itachi agreed. "The headaches will come until it decides to take away your eyesight. When that time comes, you will need to rest your eyes for awhile after the battle, as well as looking into getting yourself some contact lenses."

"No, thank you!" Kuroppi hissed. "Just... get me an an aspirin or something?"

Itachi nodded curtly, before leaving the darkened room through the rectangle of light that was the door.

"Man..." Kuroppi sighed. "I wonder if there's any way to reverse this..."

"There is," said a dark voice as an orange, swirly mask poked itself in the door from the hallway. "But I don't think you could go through with it. Someone who managed to cheat her way into gaining the Mangekyou sharingan..."

"Oh?" Kuroppi raised an eyebrow. "What this terrible crime I'd have to commit?"

"I don't feel like telling you," the masked figure said airily. "Ask Itachi about it-- he contemplates it more often than I do." He started to walk away.

"WAIT!" Kuroppi yelled. "Who are you?"

"My given name is Uchiha Madara," the masked man said. "But, if you're smart, you won't tell anyone about my existence. Address me as Tobi."

"Sure..." Kuroppi said slowly. Uchiha Madara? I'm pretty sure he's supposed to be dead...

"Deidara-sempaaaai!" called a voice far to hyper for someone of Tobi's age-- whatever that was.

Deidara stiffened slightly, but continued walking as if nothing or no one had ever addressed him.

Tobi didn't realize this, and ran right up to the blonde-ponytailed man. "Deidara-sempai! Deidara-sempai! You'll never guess who's here?"

"...Who?" Deidara asked slowly. Maybe if he humored Tobi for a little bit, the masked idiot would leave him for alone.

Tobi took a big, noisy breath. "ITACHI-SAN'S LITTLE SISTER IS HERE!!"

Deidara's face turned bright white. "What... did... you... say?" he asked fearfully, his entire body twitching. "Itachi's... sister... you mean... Inuzuka Kuroppi? the Sharingan Queen?"

"Well, I've never been called THAT before," a smug, female voice said. "Where's you hear me called that?"

Kuroppi was standing in the hallway, holding a glass of water-- the more mature of her blood-related brothers standing like a sentinel behind her.

Deidara let out a small squeaking noise.

"Well?" Kuroppi stepped slowly towards Deidara. "Did you come up with that nickname yourself, or did you hear it from Kiiro-chan? Because apparently, you somehow knew her name..."

The closer Kuroppi got to him, the harder Deidara trembled.

"I... I just..." Deidara paused. Think fast dammit! She can't find out about... "I... heard it from Itachi!"

Itachi glared at Deidara. "No, you didn't. I never said anything of the sort."

"Y-yes you did! B-but you were drunk! So y-you... don't remember it!"

Itachi raised an eyebrow. "Really. I don't remember drinking in front of you... you're lying, Deidara. Badly."

Deidara smiled nervously. "You don't remember because you were already drunk when I got there!"

Itachi smirked evilly (does he smirk any other way?), taking a step towards the blonde. "I doubt that strongly, Deid-"

Kuroppi held out her hand in front of Itachi, so as to stop him. "Nii-chan, he's lying to me, not you. I'll handle this."

Approaching Deidara, Kuroppi looked up and locked eyes with him.

"Mangekyou sharingan!"

'Wow. I didn't know I had that sort of power,' Kiiro huffed, taking deep breaths. 'Amazing.'

'Your... fascination with my kind seems to have made your personal youki stronger,' Mesu noted thoughtfully. 'I haven't met, seen or heard of human so interested in us before! Maybe, when you die, you could become a demon yourself...'

'I'd love that!' Kiiro gushed mentally. 'Oh my gosh I'd love that SO MUCH! ... But I died for awhile recently, and while it was certainly a very enlightening experience, I'd rather stay alive for another eighty years or so.'

'You're a ninja,' Mesu chuckled. 'It'll be closer to sixty. If you're that lucky. Well, I think that's all the training your soul can take for today. If you sit down for awhile, though, you'll be able to train with normal jutsu just fine, since it's not your body, but you spirit that is so tired.'

'Okay, good to know, thanks! ... About the tired-soul thing, though... how do I rest that?'

'The same way you rest your body. Sleep.'

'That makes sense. Thanks for teaching me, by the way.'

'That was only the tip of the iceberg. Once you can fully access your youki, I'll teach you to manipulate it. From there, you can learn some akkiton (demon style) no jutsu, which are stronger than human techniques, for the most part.'

'...Wow! That'll probably take years and years of training, but it sure as HELL sounds worth it!' Kiiro cheered. 'Thank you so much, Mesu-sama!'

'You are welcome, and you may call on me again anytime as long as it is after the next time you sleep, and I'm not busy with my duties as the Second Ranked Kitsune in all the world. Speaking of which, I have a meeting to attend... Farewell, Warai Kiiro, until our paths cross again.'

'See ya then. And again, thanks!'

Kiiro sat still for a few minutes to rest herself, breathing deeply, then got tired of not moving and started doing chin-ups on the monkey bars that were conveniently there.

"Mangekyou Sharingan!" Kuroppi said, and it seemed to Deidara that darkness swirled out of her eyes and swallowed him whole.

Suddenly, Deidara was on what looked and felt suspiciously like a torture rack, wearing a shirt that showed his midriff.

Kuroppi stood above him, holding a giant feather. She held it in front of herself menacingly, and Deidara winced.

The Uchiha grinned. "Do you know what I'm going to do with this?" she asked, bopping Deidara lightly over the head with the feather. "Do you?"

Deidara gulped and shook his head, wincing.

"Hmmm..." Kuroppi noted. "Your face tells me other wise. Well, then, since you're obviously asking for it..."

She brought forth the feather and held it barely a centimeter above Deidara's bare stomach. "How did you get the name 'Sharingan Queen?' And if you work with Itachi, who's stronger than I am and better at using his eyes, not to mention more ruthless with them, then why is it that I seem to scare you so much?"

"Where... I come from..." Deidara said shakily, "You're... well known."

"What, Iwagakure?" Kuroppi asked, using the feather to flick Deidara's headband.

Deidara nodded.

"You're lying again," Kuroppi said teasingly. "I can see it in your face..."

She started tickling Deidara with the feather. "You better tell the truth!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA-You wouldn't -HAHAH- believe the -HAHAHA- truth even -HAHAHAHAH if I -AHA- TOLD YOU!" Deidara laughed under the duress of Kuroppi's (expert) tickling, though her gritted his teeth.

"What was that?" Kuroppi held the feather a loft, paused her barrage of tickling motions. "I'm warning you, I can make Kiba-niichan pee himself in three minutes of this treatment."

"I said," Deidara repeated, "You wouldn't believe the truth even if I told you."

"Oh?" Kuroppi said. "I've believed a lot of things... if I didn't, I'd probably be locked up somewhere in Orochimaru's lair."

"Because you wouldn't have killed Warai Kiiro?" Deidara said quietly.

Kuroppi's eyes widened. "How'd you know about that?" She asked slowly. "I didn't even tell Itachi-niisan how I got my mangekyou! Since Kiiro's..."

"Not dead?" Deidara said. "I know. You don't want him to be too jealous of you, that your best friend is still alive and his is long dead, even to the point that your little friend Aki couldn't save him."

"Itachi's friend is six feet under," Kuroppi said. "... And who told you about Kiiro-chan? Did you stalk Aki for that long?"

Deidara shook his head. "I know more about Aki-- or Kiiro, or Kon-chan, or you, or some other people in your age group-- more than Leader-san will ever find out."

"And why is that?" Kuroppi chuckled.

Deidara only shook his head a second time. "I can't tell you, even if you tortured me again-- and even if I did, it's so far-fetched sounding that you wouldn't believe it."

Kuroppi put her feather down. Deidara sighed in relief...

Then, tensed again when the adopted Inuzuka pulled out a very large dead fish.

"Kiiro-san? What are you doing out so late?"

Kiiro grinned from her position at the chin-up bar. "HAKU! ... Hey, you're out this late too, aren't you?"

The long-haired boy smiled, holding something behind his back. "I'm going back to the room from training, but you're training still. So, technically, unless you leave soon, you're out later than me. ...And whatever happened to 'Haa-kun'? Have we become that distant that you won't give me a nickname, when even Orochimaru gets one?" Haku teased.

Kiiro laughed apologetically. "Well, I got that nickname off of someone else's nickname in a manga I was reading, so I figured I could probably get you a better nickname if I thought hard about. You're not like that character at all, you see... not really."

Haku smiled. "Hatsuharu from Fruits Basket, right? I suppose I don't have quite the temper..."

"Yup!" Kiiro giggled. "But, Hatsuharu-san can be calm at times... and you're a Champion of Calmness!"

"Champion of Calmness?" Haku laughed. "I don't know about that... it just takes a little more to set me off than most. When I do get set off, though, I end up doing things I wouldn't do usually."

Kiiro grinned. "Really? Like what?"

"Well... when you thought I liked Kon-san, that set me off," Haku said quietly. "Remember what I did there?"

Kiiro blushed. "Yeah, I remember... HEY! You mean you wouldn't have done that usually?" she teased.

"No... but it would've taken me longer to work up the courage," Haku admitted.

"Ah, that makes sense. So... would you do it again?" Kiiro's blush darkened.

Haku smiled. "I would." He brought his hands out from behind his back to show that he was carrying two sticks of dango. "And aren't you hungry if you've been here all day?"

"True..." Kiiro eyed the dango greedily. "Say, Haku.. would you mind terribly much if I took one of...?"

"Why do you think I bought them?" Haku held out a dango stick to Kiiro, who took it smilingly.

(and, according to spell check, yes. that is a word. smilingly.)

SLAP

SLAPSLAP

SLAPPITYSLAPSLAPSLAP!

"Well?" Kuroppi twirled the dead fish in one (gloved) hand. "Are you ready to talk now?"

"I said..." Deidara growled, "You wouldn't believe me anyway!" His face was red from constant fish-slapping. He was obviously still scared of Kuroppi, but he was also angry-- you would be too, if you were trapped in a genjutsu that made it feel like you were being slapped with a fish for hours on end, when in reality you knew only a few minutes had passed.

"Oh, really?" Kuroppi chuckled. "Try me. Unless you want me to up the torture a bit..." She laid the fish down and started to pull something else out from behind her back.

Deidara paled like he had when he'd first seen Kuroppi.

"No!" He pleaded. "PLEASE-DON'T-MAKE-ME-WEAR-THE-DRESS!"

"'The Dress'?" Kuroppi said. "What dress? I've never made anyone wear a dress while using this jutsu..."

"Well, un, you haven't thought of it yet!" Deidara said nervously. "But you will! In a few years, you will, un!" His eyes widened, as if he'd just said something he shouldn't have. "Shouldn't have told you that..."

Kuroppi blinked. "And why would you know that? Are you psychic or something?"

"... Yeah, un! Unbelievable, right?" Deidara laughed. "Told you you wouldn't believe me..." he trailed off, his eyes darting from side to side.

Kuroppi smirked. "I don't-- you're still lying. Come on, tell me the truth... or I'll try to think of 'The Dress' a few years before you think I will." She shot Deidara her best 'Uchiha Death Glare' (trademark).

"Oh, fine," Deidara sighed. "It's impossible to keep anything from you anyway. The truth is, I'm..."

"I found her!" Haku yelled, dragging Kiiro into the hotel room that his team, her team, and Banshou's team were sharing.

"Oh, good," Banshou laughed. "We were worried she wouldn't come back. So, did Kakashi actually show up this time?"

"Nope!" Kiiro said. "Hatakashi's still out doing... whatever the hell he thinks is more important than my becoming Chuunin! So, I trained under Mesu-sama!"

"No way!" Koneko said. "You mean Ussura's grandma?"

Kiiro grinned. "Yup! You better believe it!"

"You sounded like Naruto there..." Kuroppi sighed. "You sure you're not him?"

"I'M NOT NARUTO!" Kiiro yelled.

Kuroppi smirked. "I know, it's just fun to mess with your head..." she massaged her temples with her fingers. "Though I've done plenty of messing with people's heads today, anyway... more than I can stand..."

"Have you been training your Mangekyou Sharingan, Kuro-chan?" Koneko gasped. "You probably shouldn't... it's bad for your eyesight, right?"

"Not yet. For now, it just gives me killer headaches. Anyone got an aspirin?"

Kiiro raised her hand. "I've got some advil..."

"Give it here!" Kuroppi said quickly.

Kiiro scurried to her room, grabbed a bottle of pills, and ran back out.

"Don't take more than four," she instructed, "It's not healthy."

"I know," Kuroppi growled, swallowing three. "I was the one who told you that, remember?"

"Oh, I remember," Kiiro laughed. "I was just mocking you. I'll go put these away now..." she started to exit the room, but she tripped on Honemashi, who was sleeping on the floor.

Honemashi sat up slowly and glared at Kiiro.

"I was talking to someone," he growled. "And now I'm not tired enough to go back to sleep."

Kiiro blinked. "Huh? Oh, right, the talking-to-dead-people thing... I forgot about it."

"Since we don't usually show off our zombie-ish powers, sometimes people forget about them," Banshou laughed.

"BANSHOU-CHAN, YOUR ARMS!" Koneko screamed. "THEY'RE GONE!"

Banshou regarded her armless sides. "Oops. Was meaning to re-grow those."

There was a popping noise, and Banshou's arms grew back at an alarming pace.

"He was right," Banshou giggled, "If I wait awhile to heal them, they heal faster. Waddaya know!"

"Who was right, Banshou?" Daidaiiro asked, looking up form the puppet he was fixing. "Your extremely elusive sensei for the exams?"

Banshou giggled. "I'm not allowed to tell you..."

Daidaiiro frowned. "Why noooot?" He whined.

"Because I'm not," Banshou said, "And besides, I don't want to tell you anyway. Does it matter?"

Aki, who hadn't said anything since Kiiro and Haku walked in, raised her head from the scroll she was reading. "Banshou, is your trainer...?" she trailed off, but raised her eyebrows with significance.

Aki and Banshou locked eyes, and Banshou nodded.

"Do I want to know?" Kiiro asked.

Banshou grinned. "I'll tell you all after the exams. But for now, I'll just let you wonder..."

Aki looked up from the scroll she was reading. "It's Gaara, isn't it?"

Banshou blushed. "... You got me..."

"Ehhh? You got the Kazekage as your trainer?" Kiiro gasped. "That seems slightly unfair..."

"That's why I wasn't allowed to tell anyone," Banshou said. "I was going to tell you all, after the exams. But now the cat's out of the bag..." she frowned. "Oh, well..."

"Hey, at least Kazekage-sama probably shows up on time," Kiiro giggled. "That's the most annoying part, to me! I'm jealous of ALL of you!"

"Hey, Deidara," Sasori said, stepping into the break room. "If she's here, what are you going to do? I know she's not exactly fond of Akatsuki's goals..."

"Exactly why I didn't want to join," Deidara grumbled. "But stupid Pein had to send stupid Itachi to fight me for it..." he pouted.

"Are you moping?" Sasori asked. "Like a little kid?"

"You shut up!" Deidara threw a couch cushion at Sasori's face. "And I'm not moping!"

"No, you're not," Sasori agreed. "You're throwing a temper tantrum. And you're a grown man, Deidara. Snap out of it."

"No!" Deidara refused, sticking out his tongue (very maturely, of course) at Sasori. The blonde man stomped out of the break room and out of the hideout.

Sasori chuckled. "Pay up, Zetsu."

The plant man oozed out of the wall. "No, he didn't blow a raspberry at you, she just stuck out his tongue. No one pays anyone anything."

"Damn!" Sasori muttered. "I was sure I'd get it that time, too! Oh, well..."

"Hatakaaaashiiiiii!" Kiiro called, approaching the park. "You better be here this time!"

He wasn't.

But someone else was.

A blonde someone, huddled up under the jungle gym. They were shaking slightly, making sobbing noises.

"Are you okay?" Kiiro said, approaching the stranger against her better judgement (no street smarts, that one). Before she knew what she was doing, she had thrown her arms around the man in a hug.

"You alright?" Kiiro asked.

The man looked away. "I'm fine, un..." he muttered.

"Anything you want to talk about?"

"Not really..." The man sighed.

"Okay," Kiiro said. "... I should probably let go of you, since I don't know who you are."

"... Yeah, probably," the man laughed weakly. "I'm Deidara, by the way, un."

"Warai Kiiro," Kiiro said. "Hey... weren't you the guy who gave me that scroll? Or was that some other guy with blonde hair and a speech impediment?"

"No, I'm pretty sure that was me, un," Deidara said. "... And you can let go of me now."

"Right." Kiiro let go of him slowly. "Sorry. Actually, I have no idea why I did that. Ever get those random impulses to just do something?"

"Must've been your maternal instincts, un," Deidara mumbled.

Kiiro shook her head. "Babies hate me. I doubt that I have any maternal instincts at all," she grumbled.

"Babies hate you?" Deidara asked incredulously. "But... that's impossible, un! Babies love everybody!"

"Okay, maybe I'm just no good with them," Kiiro said. "But whenever I hold one, it starts crying!"

"I was crying when you hugged me, un," Deidara pointed out. "Does that make me a baby?"

"A very big baby," Kiiro said sagely.

Deidara laughed. "Only to my mother."

"Well, good for her. Guess this means I can't call you a baby..." Kiiro giggled.

Deidara just laughed.

Kiiro stood up. "Well, I really should get to training... hmm. I need to give you a nickname. Deidara, right? What's your other name?"

Deidara only stuck out his tongue... the one on his right hand.

Kiiro stared. "Amazing..." she muttered. "How'd you get those on there? Some sort of surgery?"

"Nope!" Deidara said. "I was born with them. All four of them."

"Four?" Kiiro gasped. "That's fascinating! Is that a bloodline?"

"No, just a mutation. By the way, I think you're just about the first person to not be extremely shocked about my hands."

"Well, I'm not much if not open-minded," Kiiro noted. "Well, nice meeting you, I guess. Even if you are an Akatsuki."

"I didn't join of my own free will," Deidara said. "Most of us didn't. Remember that, un."

"Kay," Kiiro said, skipping over to the shade of a tree, where she closed her eyes and seemed to fall asleep.

"Training with Mesu-sama, un," Deidara chuckled to himself. "But it doesn't look like training at all..."

"It doesn't," a voice behind him agreed.

Deidara turned around. "Kuroppi-san! How much of that did you see?"

"All of it," Inuzuka Kuroppi admitted, jumping down from a branch in a tall tree. "I saw you sitting at the park where Kiiro-chan's doing her training, so I wanted to see what would happen if you two met. ... Are you going to tell her?"

"Not really, un," Deidara laughed. "That would be an extremely awkward conversation."

Kuroppi smirked. "I know. ... Hey, why were you crying?"

"Nothing, un," Deidara sighed, "Just feeling homesick. Seeing all you guys again, though you're all so many years younger, did that to me. But 'home' is a place I can't go to anymore... un..."

"Because it's several years in the future, so no one you know would be there?" Kuroppi guessed.

"Yeah, that too, un," Deidara sighed. "The main thing is, the building I was born in isn't built yet..."

"That must be weird," Kuroppi laughed.

Deidara smiled weakly. "You don't know the half of it... Kuro-sensei."

Kuroppi's eyes widened. "What?"

Deidara smirked and used a Transportation Jutsu to disappear in a swirl of leaves.

"Damn it..." Kuroppi muttered. "No wonder he knows me so well..."

'Warai Kiiro.'

'Yes, Mesu-sama?' Kiiro asked curiously. 'What is it?'

'Your youki manipulation is... satisfactory. The battles you're currently training for are in a week, correct?'

'Yes... why?'

'I'm going to teach you a technique.'

Kiiro fell over. 'Really?'

'Yes,' Mesu said irritatedly. 'I make it a point not to lie to my pupils, even if they are human like you are. Now, gather your youki and send it to you forepaws...'

'You mean hands?'

'Shut up. You know what I mean.'

'Yes, Mesu-sama...'

A hawk landed on the windowsill of the hotel room. The man staying in the room, an old man with white hair, picked up the hawk gingerly and took a roll of paper off of its leg.

Jiraiya, the letter began, I have a mission for you.

There are some things we've kept secret from your student for far to long...

Jiraiya's eyes skimmed over the letter, and he grinned.

"Naruto!"

The blonde trying to sleep on the couch looked up wearily. "What is it, Ero-Sennin? I'm tired from todays training..."

"Pack your bags, brat! We're going to Amegakure!"

Naruto sat up abruptly. "WHAT? Why?"

"To see this semester's Chuunin Exams!"

Kiiro: ... WOAH! Sixteen pages? A fifteenth chapter? w00t! Shashuko, you're on a roll!

Me: Don't get used to it. I'm starting high school next week.

Kiiro: ... What! falls over That's... scary...

Me: I know!

Kiiro: but can't you do another chapter before then?

Me: I doubt it. I'm doing a chapter of 'Dance of the Flower Petals' next.

Kuroppi: why'd Deidara call me 'sensei'?

Me: I dunno. Next chappie will contain Naruto in it! Plus. the third part of the chuunin exams!

Chigatana: I'm against Kuroppi... I'm so DEAD...