He watched as her eyes widened when his hand-mouth touched her own real mouth. Then she began to wriggle and squirm. She shoved him off of her and onto the floor.

He saw that she understood the need to be quiet, as she only whispered furiously "How the hell did you get in here?!"

The blond male smirked. "Through the door, un"

Her eyes narrowed. "No dip, Sherlock. What I meant was 'How the fuck did you manage to evade my fucking huge German Shepard?!'"

He smirked, which was apparent even in the dark. "I brought him steak, yeah"

Her emerald eyes narrowed even farther, if that was even possible. She was now practically squinting, as if she had just walked out of a very dark room into bright sunlight. "You brought...steak....into my house. For what purpose, may I ask?" she hissed the last part.

"I saw your dog yesterday, yeah. I wasn't going to be able to kill an animal just to get in your room, so I just brought a...distraction with me" he replied.

"Why did you want to get in my room?"

"Is this 20Q, yeah? That's my second favorite game"

"Answer the fucking question, you asshole"

He sighed, then his piercing blue eyes locked with her own emerald ones. "I came to see you"

She could hear the smirk in his voice.

"No fucking shit" she spat, then she sighed. She completely closed her eyes, rubbed her temples, and then opened her eyes to their normal way. "What do you want, really?"

This apparently made him nervous. He stiffened for a moment and then relaxed, letting out a long breath. "You owe me a favor"

"Yeah, so?" she replied blandly, inwardly nervous about what he'd ask her to do.

"I know that it's soon, but I need to use that favor already"

Her eyes narrowed again. Seriously, he thought that this Sakura-girl would be permanently squinting the rest of her life.

"This is so stupid" she sighed, frustrated, as she sat on the parapet overlooking the nice part of the city. Deidara, who was sitting next to her, fingers twined with hers, sighed after her in turn.

"Yeah, yeah, just deal with it. I've gotta watch these guys, and no one else'll help me, yeah" he replied.

She huffed. Pretending to be a happy teenage couple watching the sunset was not her idea of a favor. "I'm not surprised that they don't want to help an asshole who likes being stalkers of innocent people.

He rolled his eyes in response. Sure, she was cute, borderline hot, maybe, but she was irritating as hell.

She froze for a moment and squeezed his fingers in warning. "Is that him?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in the man's direction.

Deidara idly thought 'She's squinting again....' before he looked. Then sighed. "I told you; he's got green hair, not yellow. He doesn't dress like that, anyways; he wears suits, not clothes practically hanging off of his body" he replied, tired of explaining the target's features.

She glared at him. "So maybe he's in disguise from stalkers like you"

Deidara plastered on a fake smile. "We're supposed to be a happy couple, yeah. You're not helping" he hissed, keeping on that irritating smile.

She shrugged. "Whatever" she said, scanning the streets for the target to approach his home.

"People're staring at you, you know" he said, staring at her as well. She glanced at them. They sure were staring, it was true. She glared back. She may be well known to be a tyrant of the streets, but she was allowed to sit back and relax (somewhat) from time to time!

"There he is!" Deidara whispered fiercely, hoppping up and dragging her with him. He opened the door that led to the stairs and they ran down, flying out the front door of the apartment building that they'd been keeping watch from.

They slowed to a quick civilian walk and headed towards their target. Sakura walked up to him and rested her hand on his tan suit-clad shoulder. "Sir, can I ask you a question?" she asked, smiling her nicest smile.

He turned partially and looked confused, but he relented. "Sure, ma'am" he replied. Apparently he was too high-class to recognize her, but too low-class to know that she was also a pickpocket.

She grinned. "Thank you, sir!" she exclaimed, waiting for Deidara to appear. She schooled her face into a serious expression. "I was actually hoping that you would allow me inside for a moment. It's not really a question to ask on the streets, you know" she said. She locked her emerald eyes with his own jade ones. "It's for my father's business" she added when she sensed his hesitation.

After stalling a moment more, he unlocked his apartment and let her in. She noted where his key was outside the door and she hoped that Deidara did, too. "Thank you, sir. Do you have a living room, a parlor...?" she asked.

He took her hand and led her to a dining room with a heavy oak table set in the middle. Six oak chairs were around it, and the walls were decorated with snapshots of scenes from various tourist spots. She looked at one that looked like some beach with waves crashing against the rocks. "You're a photographer?" she asked.

He smiled at her. "Yes, I am" he replied. "It's a hobby" he added.

She nodded. "Cool" she said, sitting down. She waited for him to do the same.

He stared at her. "What is your father's business?" he asked.

She smiled as she saw Deidara appear behind him silently. Apparently he saw where the key was. "Oh, it's just a small little shindig downtown" she replied lightly.

Deidara nodded and walked into the room and stood behind their target's chair. "Yoko Tori, I believe that you have something in this pretty little apartment that belongs to me" he said.

The named target froze, his smile quickly fading. He turned aronud. "Deidara....." he breathed. His eyes were wide in fright, but his stance was that of an odd acceptance of the situation.