Thanks for the reviews. I have fun writing confused Deidara, so I'm glad someone else likes the story.
Anyway, enjoy! Hidan is in this one, hehe! Expect foul language.
Disclaimer: I do not own naruto or any of the characters.
Sasori followed Itachi back the way he came, Deidara following at a slower pace, lagging behind.
"Hurry up, brat!" Sasori snarled.
Deidara jumped and quickened his pace so he was walking closer to Sasori. The redhead ignored him, he was even crankier than usual because a certain someone interrupted his feeding time and he was thirsty. He eyed the blond's slender neck longingly.
"You're a vampire, correct?" Deidara asked, drawing Sasori's attention to his face, where a curious blue eye was staring at him.
Sasori nodded sharply and turned to continue walking, hoping that the blond would catch the hint that he wanted to be left alone. Unfortunately for him, the blond spoke up again.
"You wouldn't happen to know someone…?" Deidara trailed off, waiting for a response. Sasori sighed.
"It's hard to tell who you're talking about without a name, brat." Sasori said flatly, not turning to look at the blond.
"Of course… his name is Hidan, un." Deidara said.
"No." Sasori said shortly. "Now shut up."
Itachi had paused at an intersection to wait for them. Sasori quickly hurried to cross and join him. He glanced behind him to see where the blond was.
Deidara was slowly walking across the crosswalk, gazing, fascinated at the traffic lights that had changed green.
Suddenly, Deidara tripped over a crack in the not well-kept road and fell. Sasori rolled his eyes. How graceful.
"Hurry up, brat! We don't have all night!" Sasori called, annoyed.
Tch, stupid brat, Sasori thought. He's going to get run over if he keeps laying there. On second thought…
"Actually, just stay there!" Sasori called, earning a glare from Itachi.
Deidara slowly started to pick himself off the ground.
To Sasori's glee, there was a fairly large pickup truck hurtling toward him, seemingly unaware of the blond's presence. The truck's headlights glared and Deidara paused, one knee still on the ground, glancing the trucks way.
Itachi moved to push the blond out of the way, but Sasori grabbed his arm. Itachi's eyes flashed dangerously. The dark-haired man opened his mouth to yell at Sasori, but it was too late, as the truck had almost reached our poor blondie.
Suddenly the truck screeched to a halt, about three centimeters from Deidara's face.
Deidara's eye was stretched to the size of a golf ball and his mouth was open in a gape. It would have been a hilarious face to Sasori if he hadn't been so disappointed from him not being run over.
Sasori sighed in disappointment, releasing Itachi, who shot him a death glare.
The driver of the truck got out and slammed his door so hard that the truck skidded to the side a few feet. The silver haired man was spouting the most curse words Sasori had ever heard anyone say and he was glaring with pink eyes at the blond, who was still on the ground for some reason.
"You fucking idiot! I almost hit you, you bastard! How dare you sit in the middle of the road like a fucking retarded bastard! Move your ass!"
Deidara just blinked in apparent surprise, staring at the male.
"Hidan, un?" Deidara questioned.
"How do you know my name you fucker?!" The man shouted furiously.
"Hidan!" Deidara jumped up and hugged the man, who immediately tried to push him off, to no avail.
"Get off me, you fucking psycho!" Hidan shouted.
The silver haired man finally was able to shove the blond off so he stumbled back a step. Hidan was breathing hard and giving Deidara a death glare.
"Hidan, it's me!" Deidara said.
"I don't know you!" Hidan snarled.
"No, no, you do!" Deidara insisted. "Remember? You were my best friend. You introduced me to Ramses. It's Deidara!"
"Deidara…" Hidan said slowly, eyes widening as he looked the blond over again. "But…that's impossible! You're dead!"
"He's quite clearly not." Itachi said calmly. Hidan glanced at him.
"Who the fuck are you!?" Hidan snapped.
"Uchiha Itachi." Itachi said calmly, walking over to join them. Interestingly enough, there were no other people at the intersection, other than Sasori, who was eying Deidara with obvious distaste. It was probably because they were close to midnight and not many people drive around at that time of night.
"But Dei, you're…you're freaking three thousand years old!" Hidan said. "There's no way…unless…did a vampire bite you?!"
"No, un." Deidara replied calmly. "I have no idea how I'm here, un."
"We really don't." Sasori said wearily when Hidan glanced at them. "I just wish this brat would get lost."
Hidan glanced quickly at Deidara after this, seeming eager.
Deidara was death glaring Sasori as he slowly rose to his feet.
"Be quiet." Deidara hissed.
Sasori snorted.
"Wow 'ancient' 'concubines' don't really have good insults, do they? I mean 'peasant' is about the most insulting thing you've said." Sasori mocked. "At least this guy can swear." He gestured at Hidan.
Deidara growled. The blond clenched his fists and started toward Sasori.
Hidan held Deidara back with a hand on his shoulder. Deidara looked like he was about to shrug him off for a moment, then sighed and took a step back to join Hidan. He glared at Sasori.
"Do you believe me now, un?" Deidara asked dryly.
"Not really." Sasori said in a bored tone. "How do I know Hidan isn't lying?"
Hidan stiffened and growled.
"You motherfucking asshole! Don't you fucking dare insult me!"
Itachi saw a glint of something sharp in Hidan's mouth when he was yelling at Sasori.
"Hidan-san…" Itachi started. "Are you a vampire?"
"No duh dumbass." Hidan smirked at Itachi, revealing his fangs. Sasori sighed when he saw Itachi glance at him with a "See?" expression. The redhead shook his head slightly.
"Whatever. Let's go Itachi. I'm thirsty." Sasori demanded.
Itachi sighed wearily but nodded. He lightly touched Deidara's arm.
"Come, Deidara-san." Itachi looked expectantly at Deidara. The blond looked slightly troubled and glanced at Hidan, who had his hand on Deidara's shoulder still. Hidan's grip tightened and he glared at Itachi.
"Dei's not going anywhere with you." Hidan snarled. Sasori snorted, rolling his eyes.
"Hidan-san, please. Our leader would be interested in seeing him." Itachi said calmly.
"Oh hell no. Dei isn't a fucking experiment." Hidan shot back.
"Really? Because he looks like a transvestite experiment that failed." Sasori said. Hidan growled at him while Deidara looked confused.
"Hidan? What's a transvest-" Deidara started innocently. He was cut off by Hidan putting a hand over his mouth, muffling his words. Itachi looked at Deidara with a raised eyebrow while Sasori snickered.
"Shut up Dei. I'll tell you later." Hidan hissed in the blond's ear. Deidara nodded, unable to speak because of Hidan's hand. Hidan moved his hand away from the blond's mouth and glared at Sasori with a slightly embarrassed flush.
"Asshole." Hidan growled. Sasori was still smirking. "Quit laughing at him. He doesn't fucking know any better."
"Alright. That's enough." Itachi said flatly. "Deidara, please come with us willingly."
"And if I don't?" Deidara asked.
"Well…" Itachi said slowly. Sasori smirked, his fangs glinting in the light. "We'll have to take you by force."
Wouldn't it be funny to see Deidara hug Hidan? I think it would.
Anyway, this is the last of the story that I have typed up, so expect a longer wait for an update next time. I welcome any suggestions for the story.
Oh, and sorry that these are so short. They seem a lot longer on Word...
Bye!