Kitty-chan: Okies, so here is a fanfic for one of my best friends and his girlfriend. You guys know who you are ^-^ But I hope those of you who aren't my friends will enjoy it just as well. Now for the disclaimer.

Tobi: Kitty-chan does not own Naruto.

Temari entered the house cautiously. They were still on the run and she didn't want to get caught.

"I'm home, Dei-kun," she called out from the kitchen. That's where the front door opens up to.

No answer.

"Deidara?" Temari called out, a little panic squeezed at her heart.

Still no answer.

"Deidara?" she called out again, walking into the living room. She sighed in relief when she saw him sitting down at the coffee table, lost in his work.

His back was to her, the mesh of his undershirt peeking out of the end of his sleeves and wrapping deliciously around his sculpted arms. She knew his brilliant blue eyes would be focused intently on his work. He would be totally out of it until he finished.

Temari smiled at the memories Deidara procured. She let her mind wander, thinking about how this all began.

~(^-^)~

"I want the mission," Temari declared angrily, interrupting Gaara while he was in the middle of the meeting that was discussing whether the mission she was talking about was too dangerous or not. The elders were not happy to see the young Kazekage's sister interrupt their meeting.

"Temari, I'm in the middle of a meeting," Gaara sighed, trying his best to keep calm. Even after the one tailed beast had been extracted from him, he still had little to no patience and every meeting he had with the elders always tested that little shred of patience.

"I want the mission," the blond repeated, her pale blue eyes boring into the faded aqua orbs of her brother's.

"We still haven't decided if it's okay to use as a high ranking mission to begin with," the redhead reasoned.

"I want the mission." His sister's persistence was always so irritating.

"Temari—"

"I think if she's willing to take on such a dangerous task we should let her go," one of the elder's piped up. Gaara glared in his direction.

"I don't want to discuss this with you, Temari," Gaara declared at his triumphant looking older sister.

"But, Kazekage-sama, this is a chance to finally destroy the enemy. Who else is going to be so willing?" another elder persuaded. Gaara sighed. His migraine was worsening.

He really hated when she did things like this in front of the elders. He couldn't show that he really cared about her when they were around. He had to prove that he would do anything for the sake of the village. Even if that meant sending one of his siblings into the lair of the most dangerous criminal organization known to the country.

"I really don't want you to go," Gaara admitted, elders be damned. He looked her in the eye to let her know that he was being serious.

"I want the mission," she declared, an air of finality in her voice. "And I will go whether you approve or not," she threatened, causing a tense silence to fill the air.

"So you would abandon your village to go carry out your petty revenge?" Gaara challenged.

"It's for the good of the village, so yes," she answered boldly.

Gaara sighed for what seemed like the millionth time that day, and everyone was watching him, trying to see was he would say next.

"Fine . . . the mission is yours," the redhead relented. He had a feeling that he would soon regret this.

"Thanks, Gaara. I promise not to disappoint you," Temari replied, a smug smirk played on her lips.

"You better return safely," the redhead growled, and Temari left the room, seeing that as a dismissal.

When the blond had made it home, Kankuro was waiting for her.

"Are you nuts?" he growled before she could utter a pleasant 'Hello. What the fuck are you doing in my house?'

"Depends. What did I do this time?" she shrugged.

"You are taking on a mission that is way out of your league!" he declared angrily.

"Excuse me?" Temari snapped angrily.

"What are you thinking, taking on a mission like this? I couldn't even scratch Sasori last year when he attacked, and Gaara still managed to get captured by Deidara. What makes you think you can take on the whole Akatsuki?" he demanded. Temari probably should have been touched that her brother was just trying to protect her, but he didn't have to be an insensitive jerk about it.

"Fuck you, Kankuro. I can take care of myself . . . And get out of my house! I didn't invite you in," she yelled, stepping aside to let her younger brother out.

Kankuro stared at her for a few moments in shocked disbelief before leaving while muttering curses under his breath,

"Kami, my brothers are such assholes . . ." she muttered. "But I love them to death," she smiled.

~(^-^)~

"*sigh* U thought doing this would be more fun . . ." Temari muttered, traipsing through the desert.

She was now a "rogue nin" and was supposed to wander around until she found the Akatsuki. At first she thought it would be like a game of hide-and-seek. Now? Not so much.

It was a while before she finally made it to the forest. It had been almost two days of her wandering through the desert trying to "lead the ANBU off her trail," and when she saw the line of lush green trees, she knew Kami had given her a miracle.

She was thirsty, hungry, and paranoid.

One wrong step and she could be shipped back to her village with her head on a silver platter and a note saying: 'Nice try.'

But a perk of her being a "rogue nin" was that she could spout all the bullshit she had to hold in about her village. She could talk about how stupid the elders were; how idiotic the political system was; and how infuriating it was that because of the elder's political bullshit Konoha and Suna were on the fritz again.

"Fuck this! I need a bath!" she cried out suddenly in the middle of the woods.

Using a chakra laden leg—a trick she had learn from Sakura in case a guy were to uninvitingly advance on her—she kicked a rock away from her. Not knowing where it went and not really caring.

"That's a fierce kick . . . Yes, and a delicious looking leg . . ." an unfamiliar voice sounded from nowhere.

"Who's there?" Temari growled, pulling out her fan and standing in a defensive position. This chakra signature had practically come out of nowhere.

Then, a half black-half white (no racism jokes here) man with green hair, gold eyes, and what looked to be a large Venus fly-trap around his head walked out of a tree.

Temari raised a brow and then laughed, completely catching the man off guard.

"Wow. Now I know I'm malnourished if I'm hallucinating this bad," she chuckled.

"Quiet, girl, you are wearing away at my patience. Let's just eat her. Leader-sama won't get that mad," the man declared.

"Leader-sama?" Temari mumbled, then got a good look at the strange man's cloak. "Holy shit, you're from Akatsuki."

"Yes . . . Holy shit, you have a brain."

Temari twitched at this comment.

"What do you want, then? Can't you see I'm moping?" she retorted.

"We were sent to retrieve you. I just want to eat you . . ."

"Umm . . . I'm going to pretend I didn't hear the second part. Anyway, what would Akatsuki want with me?" she questioned, trying to play the part of a suspicious rogue.

"Come with us and you will find out. Can't we just eat her? No."

Temari raised a brow as the, now dubbed, plant-man bickered with himself.

Said man, without the blond realizing it—really she needed to start paying more attention—took her wrist and then sank back into the tree. Temari stared in horror as inch by inch she too started to sink into the tree.

Once fully submerged she began to pull out into a new and unfamiliar area. Her new destination was in front of a large house. It was very innocent looking despite the fact that it was probably housing several S-class criminals.

"Come on, girl, do you wish to test my patience? I still think we should eat her."

Temari sighed. This was going to be a long mission.

After being pushed/pulled/tugged into the building, plant-man dropped her off in front of a door, knocked twice, and then left.

"Come in," a muffled, but clearly sane and male, voice called through the door.

Temari opened it hesitantly, and stepped inside. There sat Pein, leader of the Akatsuki, with his hands folded under his chin and his piercing purple/gray/still-can't-tell-the-color eyes staring her down.

"You've finally arrived. It took Zetsu long enough," he declared.

"You mean plant-man?" was the first thing she blurted. Pein gave her a blank stare, and when she thought he wasn't going to answer, he nodded.

"So . . . was there something you needed?" she asked, rocking back and forth on her heels. This was supposed to be extremely serious—and usually Temari was a very serious person—but for the life of her, Temari could not keep still.

"I have questions that I want answered," he declared.

'Now begin with the lies,' Temari thought, and Pein began his interrogation.

Kitty-chan: So . . . What do you guys think? Tell me in your reviews. Reviews make me very happy, so review! ^-^