The first thing Deidara noticed when he awoke was the sunlight of the rising sun streaming through his window. It had been the thing that had pulled him from his sleep. He wondered why the window curtains had been drawn back this early in the morning, until he realized this was Sasori's new plan to wake him up at sunrise. Deidara gave a groan.

He stood from his bed, wincing at the sunlight and drew the curtains to a close. After the long journey from his bed to the window and back again, the blond did he best to fall back asleep. He buried his face in his in his pillow. Sleep seemed impossible. After several minutes of consciousness, his mind wondered. He thought about what he was planning to eat for breakfast and what his overall plans of the day where going to be. He'd probably go into the near-by mountains of the Akatsuki mansion house to collect more clay. He was nearly out of stock.

Then the sudden realization hit him. Kakuzu was due to be arriving with the new Akatsuki member today. For all he knew, the new Akatsuki member could be sitting downstairs at that very moment. It was the way you suddenly remember a special event that day, like a holiday, early in the morning that snaps you wide awake. Deidara was definitely not going back to sleep now.

You win this round Sasori-Danna, he thought to himself.

Hidan had accepted Ataksuki invite to join mainly because he was bored and needed something to do. When he got to the hide out, he saw a black haired woman and a fish-man.

"Well fuck... this group is nothing but weirdos! At least there are some cute girls here." He said.

Itachi turned toward the silver hair with crimson eyes of hatred. If there was one thing in the world he hated, it was being mistaken for a woman.

"I'm a man." The Uchiha hissed in reply.

Kisame knew very well the danger of an angered Itachi due to gender confusion. He recalled the last time a woman at a hotel they'd been planning on staying at had called the Uchiha a miss. In the next moment, the hotel was burning to the ground and the duo were running for dear life from ninja police. Once in the forest, they'd been able to depose of the law enforcement.

"Calm down 'Tachi. This guy is new and all, so we should cut him some slack." Kisame commented, scratching the back of his head and keeping a watchful eye on Itachi.

Hidan not noticing the danger steamed ahead.

"Well fuck, your the prettiest man I've ever seen!"

As this was said, Sasori walked into the room.

"Well I guess I'll just have to have fun with the red haired bitch then!"

Sasori, now aware of the presence of the Jashinist, wasn't exactly sure when he had entered their conversion or how. But if he knew one thing, it was the fact he was being insulted. He also knew he must deal with this in either of two ways; ignore Hidan like a mature adult, or torture him until he screamed like a little girl.

The puppet master decided a simple threatening smirk would suffice. He continued on his way out of the living room where the three stood and into the hallway that lead to library. Sasori was in need of a book on chainsaws. One of his current puppet projects would be using such a weapon to saw through its victims and Sasori wanted as much info as he could to put together one that ran on something more then electricity.

"Be careful kid." Kisame said. "You play with fire and you'll get burned. That is Akasuna no Sasori."

Hidan looked at Kisame.

"'Tch. Like I care who she is fish-face!"

Kisame shook his head and sighed. It was wonder Kauzu hadn't killed this one yet. Of course, at the time the blue hair had no idea Hidan was immortal.

This kid is just asking to be killed, Kisame thought to himself.

Meanwhile, Deidara had taken on the task of dressing for the day. He'd thrown his pajama pants and over sized t-shirt into his dirty clothes ben. He thought about taking a bath, but decided he'd take one later in the afternoon. He'd bathed before going to bed last night.

The blond dressed himself in causal blue ninja pants and a fishnet tank-top. He brushed his hair until it was to his liking, then tied some of it back into a topknot ponytail. He didn't wear his headband. It was his day off and there was no need for him to wear his headband or cloak.

He finished his morning tasks of preparing himself after brushing his teeth.

Deidara made his way downstairs. He was on his way to the kitchen for breakfast, which he decided would probably be a bowl of cereal. However, once down in the kitchen, the blond spotted an unfamiliar man in the living room wearing an Akatsuki cloak. The kitchen was connected to the living room, and Deidara had a good view of the stranger. But likewise, the stranger had a good view of him.

"WOW!!! Super hot blond chick alert!!!" Hidan practically screamed.

All parties of the living room left besides Hidan. Itachi and Kisame both knew this was going to get ugly, and as much as they both wanted to see Hidan get his ass kicked, being caught in the cross fire wasn't going to be pleasant.

Deidara was taken back at first. His face grew bright red, either with embarrassment or anger.

"I'M A MAN!!!" The house boomed with Deidara's angry voice.

Hidan looked Deidara up and down.

"Your sure your a man? Because no man looks like you." He said while titling his head to the side.

Their first meeting wasn't off to a very good start and Deidara knew it. This guy was the type to pick fights, but being mistaken for a female was something the blond couldn't forgive easily. Blowing Hidan up would lead to obvious a trail for Leader to find and know Deidara had been the one to kill him. Perhaps Deidara would ask Sasori to poison the silver hair.

"I have my own style, un." Deidara said, still frowning.

Hidan grinned.

"So you wanna get fucked pretty lady?"

Deidara jaw dropped. He looked at Hidan like a deer staring into headlights, mouth open, and face as red as Sasori's hair. He couldn't get over the thought of someone being so direct towards sleeping with him, let alone another male.

Then the idea came to him this could just be a sick joke.

"Not with you, little shit." Deidara replied.

He wasn't completely opposed to the idea, if Hidan weren't being such an asshole and if the silver hair hadn't asked him in the living room where another Akatsuki member might hear. Plus it was most likely a sick joke like one played on a schoolmate.

"Aww... what's wrong you? On your period or something?" Hidan asked.

Hidan's comments had aggravated Deidara to the snapping point. The blond remembered leaving his clay upstairs, so the only other weapon he had was what he could find in the kitchen. Luckily, knifes are often close at hand in kitchens. Deidara grabbed several large cooking knifes out of their wooden container and threw them at the Jashinist's heart.

Hidan now had knives sticking out of his chest

"You bitch!!!" Hidan shouted at Deidara.

You'd think the sight of someone spraying blood everywhere with several large knifes sticking of them, stilling fully alive, and cursing at you would of bothered Deidara. It didn't. He'd seen some horrible things in his years as an Akatsuki member and as Sasori's partner. He was more in shock over the fact he wasn't in shock.

"I-..." Deidara wasn't sure what to say. Then he realized it was Hidan's fault in the first place he was like that and all regret left the blond.

"If you hadn't acted like an asshole, we could of avoided this, un!"

Hidan sighed and smirked.

"I guess as punishment I have to take your virginity oto honor Jashin."

Deidara was slightly scared, and confused at the same time. He wondered who Jashin was. However, staying near the silver hair to find out was a chance he wasn't willing to take with the man so intent on fucking him.

"Fuck off. As if you could catch me in that state, un." Deidara replied, and left the kitchen to the upstairs. He'd planned to either find Kakuzu or Pein and complain about the masochist. Whichever he found first would be the one to know he disliked being near Hidan.

When he went upstairs, it was Kakuzu he found first. Deidara was happy it was Kakuzu he could complain to because the money lover would most likely punish Hidan better then anyone else.

Kakuzu looked at Deidara.

"What do you want?" He asked, knowing by the look on the blond's face that he wanted to ask something.

"Kakuzu-Danna, your partner is causing problems. It's probably rude to ask, but why haven't you killed him yet, un?"

"I would have, but he can't be killed" Kakuzu said.

"What do you mean?" Deidara replied, his frustration growing.

He had seen first hand that Hidan couldn't be killed, but he wanted a reasonable explanation. Maybe even find a way to destroy this ability by learning everything about it.

Kakazu turned and looked at Deidara

"He's immortal because his supposed god made him that way."

"God?" Deidara thought out-loud.

Kakuzu nodded.

"Yeah, I thinks his God`s name is Jashin or something like that."

Deidara's eyes lit up. He remembered Hidan talking about someone named Jashin. Now that the pieces of the puzzle where begging to fit together, Deidara was beginning to forget his anger.

"So his God makes him rape people for immortality, un?" The blond asked, blushing at the thought.

Kakuzu looked at Deidara again and rolled his eyes

"Why don't you ask him yourself?"

"Are you insane?! The guy is out to fuck me, un." Deidara whined.

"Well, that's your problem isn't it."

"It isn't like I don't already know that, un." Deidara replied sarcastically.

Of course Kakuzu was going to reply something like that. Deidara mentally scolded himself for expecting something compassionate from the world's most cold hearted bastard. Deciding talking to the money lover would earn him nothing more, the blond went back to his room. He picked up his bag of clay, looking inside only to remember he'd nearly run out of stock.

Going on a trip into the mountains in search of clay seemed relaxing. It would give him a chance to get out of the house and think to himself. He'd also be able to escape the silver hair for a while. That's when he realized he still had no idea what the new Akatsuki name was. They'd been to busy arguing, Deidara hadn't gotten a chance to ask the Jashinist's name. That meant he'd have to talk to him again.

Deidara frowned at the thought of having to talk the new Akatsuki member again. He'd have to face him again sometime, but he'd wanted to give it more time before they saw each other again. But going downstairs meant facing him again, and if the blond ever wanted to leave the house again, he needed to go down there. Plus Deidara's stomach wasn't going to allow him to be hungry forever.

After putting on his shoes, which he kept in his room so no one else would touch them, the blue eyes found himself on his way to the kitchen through gritted teeth. He saw Hidan, bent forward as he browsed through the fridge in search of ingredients for a sandwich. The blood covered blade had been set on the table and the silver hair's wounds had stopped bleeding.

He's not going to find much to eat in there, Deidara thought to himself.

Hidan slammed the refrigerator door shut.

"Where the hell is all the food in this fucked up place?!"

"There isn't any, un. If you want something to eat, you have to hide it for yourself or eat out." Deidara replied, praying his luck had changed with Hidan.

The blond went into the cabinet above the stove, pulling out a box of garbage bags. Instead of containing the plastic bags, the box held a bag of Rice Krispies cereal. He pulled a clean bowl out of the cabinet above the sink and went into the fridge in search of milk. The only milk he could find was six days expired skim milk.

Great, he thought to himself. He'd have to go to the store for milk.

Deidara could go to the nearest town after collecting clay, but that would mean having to put off eating until later. It was still early in the morning, so it wasn't that big of a problem, but if he kept putting it off, he would become to tired to try and get the food to eat.

"I'm planning to go to the store, if you'd like to come with and find something to eat, un." Deidara said to Hidan, putting back his bag of Rice Krispies in the garbage bag box.

"Sure! We could have a nice fuck in a spa." Hidan said.

Deidara rubbed his temples in a tired sigh. Of course, what else had he been expecting from Sir-wants-to-fuck-him-a-lot?

"Number one; we are both dudes. Number two; as far as you know, I don't lean that way. Number three; the town doesn't have a spa, un."

Deidara still wasn't sure were his own sexual preference stood, so saying the second comment wasn't a complete lie. It was true Hidan didn't know which way the blond leant.

Hidan looked Deidara up and down.

"Wow! Fuck, your the sexyist man I've ever seen."

"And your one of the gayist men I've ever seen, un."

"Fuck you!!!" Hidan replied.

"Get in line." Deidara answered, a smirk on his lips at seeing he'd gotten to the silver hair.

Hidan snorted

"Well fucker, when are we leaving?"

Deidara thought a moment.

"How about right now? All I need to do is quickly grab something upstairs first and we can leave." The blond said, thinking he should bring what leftover clay he had as protection and that he needed something to store the new clay in.

Deidara began running up the stairs without an answer from the Jashinist, but stopped halfway through when he realized he had one important question left to ask.

"By the way, I never got your name, un."

"It's Hidan asshole." Hidan scoffed.

"Hidan..." Deidara whispered to himself.

The blond ran upstairs, going into his room and finding his clay bag on his bed. Deidara hung the bag on the side of his pants and hurried back down the stairs to find the Jashinist waiting for him at the bottem of the steps. The blue eyes saw the Hidan was wearing his cloak open with no shirt underneath.

"Your planning to wear that, un?" Deidara said, referring to the Akatsuki cloak.

"Yeah shit head, what of it?"

"It's just that we aren't going on mission, so there's no need to were the cloak. Plus, you aren't wearing a shirt underneath." The blond replied.

Deidara was beginning to get used to Hidan's cursing.

Hidan just gave Deidara a blank stare.

The blue eyes gave a sigh, deciding it was better then having the jashinist completely torso nude.