AN:

JK: Well, back to writing! I feel the 'burning' urge to complete this story. But, it may take a while. I think that Deidara and Itachi should be friends (the kind that talk you into doing stupid things and beat you down with blunt objects, but are still there for you), so that's frequently in this story. More OOCness.

Current Chapter Contains: References and mild spanking scenes.

To Jordan-san: I've considered, and in this chapter, you get your wish!

To cip-san: Hey, thanks! That makes me feel good. And, yah. They SHOULD get a 'Spring of Youth' (tm) speech from Gai!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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-Next Morning-

"You're kidding."

"No."

"Shit, un." Deidara commented, watching Itachi rake the leaves in the backyard.

"You think?" Itachi said back. Kisame had left a note (as approved by Leader-sama) of chores that Itachi had to do that day. A freaking mile long.

"You promised to help me train today! I'm not Sasuke, so you can't just jab me in the forehead in hopes I'll leave you alone. Un."

"That's technically what I'm doing." Itachi gestured to the leaf pile behind him. "And would it kill you to help? I'll be done this list by next week at this rate."

"Well-"

"Here." Itachi shoved a rake in Deidara's face. Reluctantly, he took it and walked to the left side of the base.

"Not fair, un. These are your chores..." he grumbled.

"And these are snapshots of you at the Christmas party, Mardi Gras, and New Year's."

"Where did you get those?!"

"I took them." Itachi grinned evilly.

"I see why Kisame spanked you, un."

WHAM!!

"OW!!" Deidara howled, rubbing the back of his head where Itachi just nailed him with his rake. "Why you...!" Deidara raced for Itachi's leaf pile.

"You wouldn't-!"

"Wahoo!!" Laughing, Deidara cannonballed into Itachi's leaf pile, flinging leaves everywhere.

"Why you-!" Itachi jumped on Deidara and wrestled him to the ground. "That took me a half-hour to rake!"

"Do it again!" Deidara grinned, spitting a leaf out of his mouth.

"No way! You made the mess, you clean it up!"

"No."

"Yes!"

"No!" And it continued until Itachi re-tackled Deidara. After a few minutes of wrestling, Itachi had managed to pin Deidara to the ground again and was suffocating him.

"HEY!! Break it up, you two!" A strong hand grabbed Itachi's collar and yanked him off Deidara. Deidara glanced up and saw Itachi struggling in Kisame's arms.

"Kisame...thanks, un." the artist panted.

"What the hell happened?!" the shark-nin demanded.

"He started it!" both Itachi and Deidara said at once, pointing at each other.

"I don't care who started it! What happened?!"

"Put me down first!" Itachi demanded. Kisame set him on his feet, then swatted his ass. "Eep-!" Itachi's face blushed bright red, and Deidara burst out laughing, but Kisame's glare silenced him.

"Ahem...un." Deidara grinned sheepishly. Kisame shook his head, then gripped Itachi's shoulder.

"What happened?" he asked. Slowly, awkwardly, the story spilled out.

"That's..."

"...what happened...un."

"So, let me get this straight..." Kisame was now seated on the bench in the training area, Itachi and Deidara in front of him. "Two S-ranked criminals almost killed each other over a freaking leaf pile."

"Now, when you put it THAT way...it almost sounds..." the blonde started.

"...childish." the black-haired teen finished.

"Just what I was thinking myself..." Kisame said, looking at both of them, who in turn, gulped.

-Ten Minutes Later-

"Gah! Freaking sharks-!" Itachi complained, walking down the hallway and rubbing his bottom. "Three times within two days-!!"

"WAAAAAH!! M-Master Sasori!! S-Stop!! U-Un!"

"Deidara...?" Itachi momentarilly forgot his burning rear and followed the wails. Sure enough, they were coming from Deidara and Sasori's room. He found the door to be partially open, so he peeked in. He nearly fell on the floor at the sight.

Sasori had Deidara pinned across his lap, Chakra strings attatched to his left hand (he had Deidara pinned with his one) with two of his puppets holding the blonde securely in place. One in front to hold his arms, one in back to hold his legs. Itachi could swear he saw an anger vein pulsating in Sasori's forehead, though his expression was unreadable. He was silently swatting Deidara's upturned rear while the blonde wailed and carried on. A small blush crept on Itachi's cheeks and he winced simpathetcally for his friend.

"...why were you late, Deidara...? You know I don't like to be kept waiting." the puppet-master said quietly.

"Ow, ow, ow!! I w-was w-with Itachi-san, un!"

"...I said ten o'clock Deidara. I know you can read the clock from your position, so give me the time."

"Ahhh! O-One o-o'clock, unnn!!"

"...and that is...?"

"Waah!! Th-Three hours!!"

"I do not like being kept waiting, Deidara. Especially long periods of time. Do not let it happen again."

"I p-promise! I promise!! Unn!!" Deidara howled. Sasori cut his Chakra strings and lifted Deidara into a sitting position, cuddling the sobbing artist and stroking his back. Itachi backed away from the door.

"I better get out of here-Oof!" As he turned, Itachi smacked into something. Something over six feet tall, blue, and pissed off for the second time today.

"What were you just doing, Itachi?" Kisame asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Leaving." Itachi sprinted down the hallway. No way in hell would he get spanked twice today. He bolted into his and Kisame's shared room and slammed the door, locking it from the inside.

"Itachi, you know that you just made a complete circle when you just could have ran the other way."

"Shit!!" Itachi cursed. Kisame had just walked to their room and waited for him to come in. Kisame was sitting on his bed and drumming his fingers on his thigh, obviously irratated. Itachi paled, then sighed. No use fighting it.

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AN:

JK: Next chapter will be Deidara and Itachi planning revenge. Jordan, I hope you're happy. JK out to finally check her voicemail. clicks open phone

JM: PICK UP YOUR DAMN PHONE!!

JK: O.o; Whoops.