Alright nothing to say really, here's the chappie.

"Deidara?"

"Mmm?" Deidara looked up from his sketching.

"Does Itachi hate me?"

"No, he's mad he can't kill you easily."

"OH."

"Yeah…he's quite simple really."

"Mm… I know."

"…how do you know actually? That's a question I've been meaning to ask for a while."

"I seriously have no clue."

"…riiiiight then."

"Can I have a shirt?"

"…umm…well…all of our shirts…are…uh…well…" Deidara pulled the top of his cloak down slightly to reveal the fish-net shirt underneath.

"…oh." Xeala sat there quietly for a while.

"Hey Deidara?"

"Yea?"

"Do you have a needle and thread? And possibly an extra cloak thing like that?"

"Sure…" Deidara poofed away and back momentarily and handed her the needle, thread, and extra cloak. (what you didn't think they only have one cloak did you?!)

"YES BWAHAHA!" And thus, Xeala set to work on creating whatever she was creating.

45 minutes later…

"IT'S FINISHED!" Xeala held up a sleeveandstrap-less shirt, most likely to be worn with the fishnet shirt thing. The shirt was black, no duh, with a single Akatsuki red cloud in the middle on the front. And judging from how big it was, it was mid-cut.

( so…yea…if you wanna see what it looks like, I'll hopefully have a picture up on my DeviantART account sometime soon… hopefully. And thus you can actually see what she looks like. Prolly a bit more helpful ey?)

"Oh Deidara!"

"::twitch:: Yesss…"

"Do you have a really super small fishnet shirt thingy?"

"…I don't…"

"Awz…"

"Do you seriously need one?" Deidara asked tiredly.

"Yeahz…"

"…Itachi's actually most likely the closest person to your… height."

"ARE YOU CALLING ME SHORT!?"

"…no…just…young…-er."

"Yeah you better be. ::twitch::"

" ::twitch:: well…go ask Itachi for a shirt then…::animesweatdrop::"

"Fine I will."

Xeala got up and walked down towards the hallway everyone else had walked down. Five seconds later, she popped her head back into the room where Deidara was.

"Fatty." Xeala said and ran off into Itachi's room stupidly.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Itachi screamed.

"Oh! You're in a good mood today aren't you!" Xeala asked and walked over to his dresser.

"GET AWAY FROM THERE NOW!" Itachi held up four kunais, one in each of the gaps between his fingers, ready to throw at any second.

"You throw those they'll fall right out of my skin." Xeala said and looked at the dresser, assessing where Itachi might put shirts. She decided against guessing and just randomly opened a drawer.

"OMG P.J'S!!" She squealed and pulled out a pair of… well… Itachi's P.J's. A.K.A…for most guys… lounge pants. She stuffed the pj's into her recently recovered backpack.

"PUT THE P.J'S DOWN." Itachi tackled her from his bed, sat on her back, pulled her arms over her head, and held a kunai around the front of her throat. "Give me the P.J's now."

"In…backpack…"

Itachi turned his head and knocked the backpack over with his foot. (ew weasel foot.)

"Now what did you even dare come into my room for?" Itachi said, looking like he was just about ready to use his little Mangekyou Sharingan and torture the little bitch for days. (OMFG I SPELLED IT RIGHT! WOO!)

"Need super small fishnet."

"Is that so?"

"Yeaz."

"Why?"

"Cuz you sliced my shirt up and I had to make a new one but that new one needs to have a fishnet under it to look good."

"And what if I don't give you the fishnet?"

"You'll never see the light of day again." Xeala said in a rather odd tone of voice.

"…unhuh."

"You already know I can't die. You, on the other hand, can." Xeala smirked and looked backwards out of the corner of her eye.

"…I'm only giving you this shirt on a whim. I could kill you right now. But I won't." Itachi said slightly uneasily.

"Now do you mind getting your ass off me?"

"?????"

"YOUR SITTING ON ME YA WEASEL."

"You are extremely amusing. It seems you love to be the center of attention. Now what would happen if that attention was taken from you?" Itachi whispered into her ear. "You would cry. You would be all alone and scared, and you would cry like the little baby you are."

"Shut. Up."

"Face it. You're a little insignificant speck in this world. No one cares about you. They just seem like they do. You know that as well as anyone does."

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up!" Xeala said and got her knees underneath her, then fell over backwards, smashing Itachi under her back. And…considering the way Itachi was sitting on her… that wouldn't be too comfortable for a guy… if you get my point. ::winkwink:: Anyway.

Itachi winced slightly and rolled over on his side. Xeala got up and brushed herself off, then began shoving her belongings back into her backpack, along with two pairs of Itachi's P.J's. Xeala then opened a drawer and pulled a few fishnets out of it.

calling Itachi a weasel. BWAHA. Haha. Ha. Itachi sighed and walked back out of the room.

"Don't fuck with me, weasel-shit." Xeala said and walked out of the room with her nose in the air, and fishnet in hand.

WHEW I'm on the ball today! It's 1:02 am over here how and I'm writing like the wind still! Alright, next chapter coming, talk to you guys then!