AN: It's been go long...woah. Sorry for the delays guys...full explanation to you guys at the end.

Deidara sat on the floor, his desecrated hair limp in his fingers, the ribbon he used to tie it up hanging through his right hands to pool on the floor. Sasori looked down on him, smug.
"You should get over it. A ninja like you laying on the ground and crying over your own split ends. It's almost as bad as crying over spilled milk." Sasori mused, enjoying the attention from the rest of the members and how Deidara's defeated look never ceased. The others never thought someone would do it, cut off Deidara's hair like that, no matter how unstable the Arsonist was in all is insanity. Hell, the house was still intact and that was an enormous victory.

"I'm going to kill you, un. Your fucking dead." He muttered, running the gold locks through his fore finger and thumb. Hidan scoffed.

"Like you'd be able to, fucking pyromaniac. Get a grip, it'll grow back."
"Fuck you."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He purred. "It'd be a good distraction from those curly little locks of yours, eh?" Deidara growled, swiping his nails at the Jashinist and catching his cheek , leaving four deep, bloody trails from his cheekbone to his chin. The man stood there, eyes wide with shock, but his look of confusion turned into one of pleasure.

"You forget who your-"

"Knock it off." Everyone turned to look at Pein, the room quiet, their expressions blank. The leader frowned and turned their bodies to them.

"It was a test." He repeated, slower this time. Kakuzu arched an eyebrow and next to him Hidan crossed his arms.

"For what reason, Pein?" Ren asked, her folded arms sliding down to hang at her sides. To her, this was ridiculous. I absently leant against Madara, the gears in my head turning. For what reason would he test us, I thought, why would he do that when he knows that we are all loyal? Madara glanced at her and tried to ignore his own pressing thoughts.

"Not for you all. For them, out there." Some of them raised an eyebrow, others groaned as if to ask why not, they'd been trailed by one why not another?
"And?" Hidan hissed. Pein narrowed his eyes at the Jashinist, relaxing after Kakuzu dealt a blow to his head.

"They did not take the bait as I hoped they would have." He said, but before anyone could open their mouths, he added, "I do not know who they are, don't ask me. All we know is that they are there, and they are watching." Madara, now back to his Tobi persona, started to quake, at which point Jeen leaned as far away as she possibly could from the lollipop.
"Leader-Sama." He whined. On cue, Deidara's chakra spiked. "You used us as bait!" he cried, hands flying to the sides of his hair. Itachi sighed and retreated to the kitchen, seeking some kind of refreshment.

"Of course he used us as bait. What did you expect, you idiot, hn?" Guess who. Following Itachi, Ren plucked a glass from the cabinet and set it on the counter. It seemed like it was all she was doing, following Itachi around. Why, no one could answer.

"Please, Tobi, don't rub your idiocy onto us." I said, grinning. Madara seemingly glared in her direction, flashing his sharingan and proceeding to skip up the stairs to the bathroom.

I laughed and pressed the ice pack harder to my skull, enjoying the chill it brought to my skin and to the bruise that had blossomed. Watching her, Kisame took the remote from Sasori, who'd been pondering on whether or not to go to live TV or not, and switched on the news, kicking back. Pein, interested, looked up at the screen and watched as the news covered the recent murders, weather, etc. Konan stood next to him with a look similar to boredom.

In the kitchen, Ren screamed and everyone jumped up, suddenly aware and paranoid. Hidan had a grasp on his knives and Kisame had the sword. Kakuzu and Hidan were already up and in the dining room with Deidara and Sasori, clay and make shift puppets at the ready.

"Jesus, Ren! What did you do!" I screamed, launching myself over the couch (much to my head's discomfort.) and staggering into the room. Itachi stood in front of her, his front completely soaked in diet coke and water. Woah, did he look mad.

"I am so, so, SO SORRY, Itachi!" she wailed, handing him paper towels, afraid for her life. Not everything was exactly like a fan fiction, I thought. I knew that she was probably thinking about that one crack story where Itachi was practically a combination of Jason and Hitler. That being said, what I meant was that he had huge anger issues, but obviously it wasn't the case here.

"It is fine." He said calmly, moving himself past her and towards the stairs, around the incoming Tobi, and up towards the bathroom for a shower, most likely. Ren slid down the edge of the counter and started to sob.

"I just spilt liquid down Itachi's front." She mumbled. Hidan and I cracked up. It wasn't just me who thought it sounded a little sick and gross. We were in the middle of laughing when Pein cleared his throat from the living room. Everyone returned to their seats and listened to the slutty anchor woman.

"….recent murders in the area. Gruesome images of some ancient Japanese weapons, it seems. We're getting messages from our team that while only weapons were stolen, these criminals left behind something of their own! A tear of blue fabric has been recovered from the scene with a small hair pertaining to one of the men. While no DNA has been processed, the police are on the rise. In other news…"
I was the first to speak. "Pein-sama, do you think it's the others you were talking about?" Hidan snorted, directly across from me.
"Of course it was, dumbass. Who else would it be?" he sneered, running a hand through his hair. I glared at him. "Stop getting dried blood on my couch." Again, there was a loud scream. It was Ren again, but from upstairs. We all dashed up the stairs, crowding the hallway with the buffness of the ninjas and the need for elbow room.

"Oh. My. Fucking. Jashin." I breathed. There was Ren, horrified in the hallway, standing next to a steaming hot, half-naked Itachi. The reason I say half-naked is because the only thing covering his…unmentionables, was a red, fluffy tower. I covered my eyes and screamed.

"MY INNOCENCE!" I screeched, falling against Kisame, who proceeded to push me away as I might add.

"SAVE ME." No one really did. Bastards.

So, here's the long trek through the last two years I've been on Hiatus for. It started out innocent. I was just entirely too tired with writing and I'd been going through a lot of stuff.

Then, I got sick with something mysterious, hence my last Author's note. I've been through so many tests and emotional stress lately, I'm so sorry, but the last thing I've been worrying about is writing. But lately, I've started an Assassin's Creed fic which I am so, so proud of right now.
I won't bore you guys with anymore deatils. :( Sorry. Here's to another short, but cool chapter! Lol, no more cliffhangers.
On another note, I know Tobi is Obito. I'm keeping Tobi and Madara though. For Funzis and because I am NOT changing the entire story. Madara is Tobi. Tobi is Madara. Enjoy the fanservice loool. ^^

Stay chill~