Just so everyone is aware there was a small edit in chapter three concerning Zetsu. You may want to read just so you understand the edit, it'll be important for later chapters. Anyway onto the chapter!

It was a pretty big kitchen, the staff must've been off duty because it was completely empty. Deidara flicked on the light switch and it was even bigger than I thought it had been. I felt Deidara take my hand, and suddenly a warmth sparked through my body, and this time it wasn't just the drool of his hand, maybe this kid wasn't so bad after all.

"So what are you hungry for un?" he asked curiously.

"Are you just naturally this nice, or are you trying to get on my good side?" I asked with a smirk. He returned it.

"Eh, cereal would be fine." I said with a shrug, and Deidara smiled, immediately disappearing into the maze of the kitchen, leaving me alone. Of course he would. I decided to take my own look around. It was a pretty big room, dozens of cabinets, serving trays, it sort of reminded me of my school. You could easily see to the next room from here, which looked like a cafeteria. My guess was kids came in here, were basically served like a lunch line, and just when I'd thought school was over. Finally after searching for a while I finally found Deidara again, standing on a stool, reaching for something that was in a high cabinet.

"Deidara what are you doing brat!" I called up, Deidara looked down at me.

"They keep the really good cereal on the top shelf of this cabinet." he said back, trying to keep a whisper.

"Like the sugar stuff so Tobi can't." and his body shuddered, causing him to become unbalanced and wobble. Fear immediately spiked in my body I knew this kid like what, twenty minutes and I was nervous? Suddenly he tipped backwards, and immediately my body was there to catch him, although when catching him I fell backwards, my head slamming into the floor, I swear some day I'm going to become brain damaged from slamming my head so much.

"Sasori? Sasori!" I heard Deidara's panicked yelling.

"Way to go brat." I said with a snicker. I felt someone pick me up and all I could think of was my suicide attempt, how similar yet different it was. Last time I'd been mad to be picked up.

This time I was happy.

This time I wanted to fight.

I didn't want to die.

The lights were off, because when I came to it was quite dark. Either that or I'd gone blind, no that wasn't it, objects began to focus in my vision, I was back in the room I shared with Deidara, and my head was pounding. As my eyes adapted I could see my desk, Deidara's desk, Deidara's bed. I then sat up, rubbing the new bandages that now covered my head. How come whenever I get hit in the head it's never my fault? I mean first my Grandmother slams it into a bathtub, and now well Deidara's fall had been an accident, unless he was some evil psycho who enjoys hurting people, but he doesn't seem like that kind of guy.

I mean he's so...

But I am at rehab or whatever the heck it's called.

So he could be.

"You awake?" The voice coming so close next to me nearly made me have a heart attack.

"Damn it brat!" I said nastily, turning toward the direction of his voice, my eyes adjusting and focusing to give me an outline. He was sitting in a chair next to my bed."Have you been watching me sleep?" I asked curiously, feeling sort of touched, but freaked out at the same time.

"I had to un, I mean if something happened and it was my fault." he then looked at me and smirked. "It'd be a hell of alot to explain in group and I'd never leave."

"Oh yeah worry about yourself." I scoffed, "You're not the one with severe brain damage."

"It's not severe, you just took a bump to the head un." said Deidara.

"Yeah, well I took another bump to the head not so long ago, in fact my doctors told me if I took another one, I could be mentally scarred for the rest of my life." I went on dramatically, I wondered if he'd actually believe me.

"You're lying." said Deidara, but I smirked at the small amount of worry in his voice.

"No, I'm not, in fact, who are you again?"

"Stop it Sasori this isn't funny." said Deidara, now extremely nervous. I sat up and gave him my best confused look.

"You're not my Grandmother."

"Sasori!" was he on the verge of tears? Little baby.

"You believe anything don't you?"

"You liar un!" came a shriek, and Deidara glared at me. I laughed.

"Come on Deidara it was a joke, lighten up." I said, placing my arm on his shoulder, only to pull it back, this kid wasn't just cold, he was freezing. "Why are you so cold?"

"My disease un." he said, I could see he was uncomfortable. "You see, my body temperature's out of whack, and I get cold easily." I realized he'd been sitting in the chair, waiting patiently for me to wake up, and now he was freezing. Great this made me feel like a complete asshole.

"Here, why don't you go to bed?" I offered sitting up, "I'm awake now, and besides it's probably warmer." I then realized how thin the sheets were, no way would he be warmer on his own. He ever seemed a little put down when I said it.

"Ok, night Sasori." He started to walk away, when I grabbed his hand, ignoring the warm lick of the mouth that was on his hand.

"Yes?" he asked, turning back.

"It's kind of cold tonight brat, and well." Oh crap how the heck do you ask another guy to get in your bed without completely taking it the wrong way? I didn't want him to think I was some kind of pervert. However while I was thinking he seemed to get the idea, and my body jolted as his ice cold one slipped in under the covers next to mine. Even in the pajamas we were both wearing, which I did not want to know how they had magically appeared on me, I could still feel the cold radiating off him, and hugged him close, trying to get him warmer. What seemed like an eternity to me, probably just a few minutes in the real world he'd warmed up to the same temperature as me. He looked up at me smiling.

"Thanks, I haven't been this warm in a while un."

"No problem." My attention then went to my earlier fascination, his hair. Although the ponytail was now down and he looked more like a girl than ever, the soft strands were tickling my nose, almost making me sneeze. My fingers ran through the dull blonde hair, personally wondering how he kept it so soft.

"That feels good." he admitted.

"You have nice hair brat." I admitted, and I think he giggled or grunted, he made some kind of noise I truly couldn't identify.

"Thanks Danna."

"Danna?"

"It fits you, Sasori no Danna."

And with that he was quiet, which freaked me out at first, but he was only sleeping, and I smiled, drifting off myself.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.