A/N: And here comes the action :)

Warning: violence, language, gore...

A warm gust of wind blew throughout the night city, a green hue under the discolored moon. Doors were closed, windows were shut, and the wild hoots of rambunctious groups prowling at the roads echoed all across the starry sky. Parked across the street from the city's biggest bank, was a lone black and red Ninja. Further down the street was a back alley which led to a maze of smaller paths, one path which made its way directly behind the bank.

Deidara stood on this path, a worn knapsack on the ground at his feet with his eye trained on the building. No one knew he was a part of the Akatsuki force, so even if someone were to run into him, they'd think he was still the same pyromaniac blonde they teamed up with occasion. Well…he really was still the same.

The blonde rolled a mound of explosive clay in between his fingers, searching for a good place to put it that would cause the bank to explode in the most magnificent way. The best part about blowing banks up was watching the money fly- because it shot out everywhere. He hummed and snickered, bending at the waist to study a medium sized crack he could mold the clay into if he tried. This is going to light up the sky yeah! "And it'll teach that damn prick not to mess with my bike," he muttered. Although starting a ruckus in the night city isn't exactly the way to earn those guys' trust.

Deidara sighed, straightening up. He had already made the clay and fused it with the explosives. It'd be a waste to just do nothing with it. "Maybe I should blow up Itachi's car," he mused, rubbing the bottom of his chin thoughtfully. "Ah- a much better idea," he decided, picking up his knapsack and dropping the ball of clay into it. He pocketed the triggering device and slung the bag over his bag, sighing lightly. He needed to get those in Akatsuki to trust him, and if he needed to cut down on senseless explosions for the time being, then so be it.

The blonde stepped into the alleyway he used to get to the back of the bank, idly wondering if his bike was okay. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave it alone.

"I wonder where mommy is…?"

"Hm?" Deidara paused at the high-pitched tone of a child. He pressed himself against the back of the brick wall he was by, curiously peering around the side. What?

Standing in the middle of the narrow alley, was a small girl, brown hair in two pigtails. Her blue eyes swiveled all around the area as she wandered.

Deidara's eyes widened. That girl…she's not a part of the night city. What's she doing out here? He turned his head at the sound of voices, quickly ducking behind a bunch of garbage cans. He peered between the cracks, watching with his heart thudding in his chest as a trio of burly men surrounded the lost child.

"You lost little girlie?" One of them asked with a deep laugh.

"We can help you back home," another said.

"Why don't you show us where you live," the third one cooed.

The girl looked at them, confusion in her large eyes and fear written across her pale face. "I-I'm not a-allowed to talk to s-strangers," she stuttered out.

The men flexed their fingers.

"Oh, we're not strangers," one said.

The girl began breathing heavily, falling down. "H-H-Help…" she whimpered, holding her fists to her eyes. "Somebody help me!" she wailed.

"Shit! Someone shut her up!" one of the men ordered his friends.

Deidara narrowed his eyes, rolling out from behind the trash cans and sprinting towards the trio with a fierce glare. "You leave her alone you fuckin' bastards!" he snarled.

"Wha-?"

Deidara took one out with a flying, spinning on the foot he landed on to twist and kick the other two into one another. The blonde hurriedly picked the sobbing girl up, running towards where he had last left his bike. He could hear the men climbing to their feet behind him and inwardly cursed. He skidded to a halt at the end of the alleyway, looking both ways before bolting across the street to where his Ninja was parked on the other side.

"Hey! There he is!"

"Get him!"

Deidara looked over his shoulder and then around at his surroundings. He noticed the convenience store in front of him still had its light on. Okay. I can do this. He ran to the door, sighing in relief when it opened and placing the girl inside the store entrance. "Stay inside un," he told her with a kind smile. "Okay? Your mommy will get you soon," he assured her, even if he didn't know. Anything to keep her calm and safe.

She stopped hiccupping and looked at him through her tears, hesitantly nodding. "T-Thank you mister."

Deidara grinned, closing the door. "No problem," he whispered to himself, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. His hands clenched into fists and his eyes snapped back open as he whirled around and dodged a blow by one of the men who had followed him. The other two seemed to have disappeared.

"You're gonna pay punk," the man growled, lunging forward.

Deidara cocked a brow, moving one of the man's arms aside before puncturing a series of pressure points on his chest and sending him crashing to the ground. Deidara jumped over his writhing body and climbed onto his bike, kicking up the stand and getting ready to get the hell away.

What he didn't expect was to have another motorcycle try and ram into him from the side.

Deidara had jump started his bike and avoided the crash, swerving around in the practically empty street to stare at who was responsible. "Another Ninja…?" he wondered. And a girl!

On the silver and grey Ninja across from him, revving her bike like a car, was a pale-faced woman. She wore no helmet over her long red hair, gray eyes gleaming in the moonlight up above. She was scantily clad, large assets poking through her tube top as a booted heel prepared to move the bike forward. Most likely into him again.

"What do you want?" Deidara shouted at her.

She held out a hand, a thorn whip appariating into her fingers. "The name's Tayuya asshat, and you stopped my men from feasting you fuckin' cunt," she yelled in a brazen voice. "For that I'll take your worthless life and feed it to my men in place of that damn child!"

"Cannabalism?" Deidara's visible eye widened and he sharply turned his bike in the opposite direction. He needed to get away fast. He could hear the woman giving chase on her Ninja as he sped down the streets and the cracking of her whip as she tried to reach him with its extended length. "This is not good," he muttered. "Of all the times to get myself involved in something…" He glanced down, noticing his bike was nearly out of gas. "And things just got worse un. I need to find someplace away from here to fight her…"

The whip cracked dangerously close to his ear.

"You can't run forever pussy!"

Deidara's lips pulled into a tight frown. Before she kills me.