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"Deidara, get back here!"

A little boy around the age of three just giggled as he ran away from his adoptive mother. He darted past the employes who's hands held large trays containing food of the customer's choice; almost making them trip. Many of the customers just giggled as they saw the mother's frustration in trying to catch her child. "Just look at her! Trying to run a restaurant while she can't even catch a baby!"

Though soon the mother caught her son who just continued to giggle in joy. "Honestly, Deidara! I let you out of my sight for one moment," She exclaimed. Carrying her son back to the kitchen she set him in a play pen. "I told you to watch him, Hidan!"

A man stood at the stove in the small kitchen; his white clothes was smeared in food but as he turned around you could see that his silver hair was still as perfect as ever in it's slicked back style. He glared at the woman with bright magenta eyes. "I told you it's fucking hard cooking everything here by myself! I ain't gonna babysit some brat on top of that too, bitch!"

The woman just glared back. "I am working on getting you some help, alright?! And don't call me a bitch in front of Dei, you ass!"

The man just rolled his eyes, "Whatever, Konan." He went back to the stove as the toddler known as Deidara began sucking on his stuffed animal. Konan sighed and smoothed down her blue hair. She leaned over the railings of the playpen and spoke softly to her son, "Now, Dei, mommy's gonna work now; so I need you to be very good and stay in here for a little while, all right?" She pat her son's head of golden hair before walking away.

The little boy gave a whimper as he dropped his stuffed animal. Standing up he held onto the rails, his azure eyes watering. "Mama, un~!" He began to cry and Konan rubbed her forehead as she placed another one of her hip.

"For the love of Jashin!" Hidan took a french fry off of a random plate about to go out and handed it to the blond. Deidara blinked his teary eyes and took the fried potato before taking a bite. He paused and smiled before eating some more.

Konan sighed in relief. "Thank you, just don't give him too much." The bluenette quickly left the kitchen.

"Yeah, yeah."

Konan began taking another group of people to an empty table before giving them their menus. "Your server today will be Sasori and he will be with you shortly." She quickly dashed to the cash register so people could pay for their meal. "Thank you for coming to Akatsuki, come back soon!" She plastered a grin to her face as the customers left.

For the whole two years she had been running her restaurant it wasn't easy. Also adopting a kid didn't help, though she had had him before the restaurant. Giving an exhausted sig, she felt a hand on her hip. "Don't look so down, Angel."

She groaned as she looked up at her husband. He had founded Akatsuki when their son was barely one and they were both surprised it was still going. "You don't understand, Pein. We are short of workers in every area! We need another cook, we need a cashier, at least three more waiters and a babysitter! We cannot keep bringing Deidara to work! Hidan almost dropped a knife on him yesterday."

The man nodded and rubbed a hand through his spiky orange hair. "I agree with everything there but more waiters?"

Konan scowled. "We only have Tobi and Sasori. Tobi tripped over Deidara last week and caused a huge scene!"

Pein frowned. "How was that a 'huge scene'?"

"They were both crying on the floor! And then there was a mess with food! Sasori almost quit that day!"

Pein just sighed and pat his wife's head. "Don't worry too much, Konan. I'm sure that everything will be fine-"

"Lil' bitch!" The couple turned around to see Hidan chasing a giggling Deidara with a cleaver and the bluenette felt her anger boiling up.

"Hidan!" The man stopped. "Get back in the kitchen!" She picked up her son who was trying to get away from her. "Pein, man the register." A waiter with black spiky hair walked by and she quickly grabbed him. "Tobi you are in charge hosting and serving tables one through ten-"

"Yay! Tobi gets all the even numbers!" The sixteen year old quickly ran off to help the customers. A teen with bright red hair walked by and she grabbed him as well.

"Sasori, you get eleven through twenty!" Deidara whimpered as his adoptive mother continued to yell. "And take Deidara with you."

The teen frowned as the child was plopped into his arms. "Konan I have to-"

"Miss Konan!"

"I have to go home soon-"

"No! It's closing time in two hours!" Konan just walked away, ready to instruct everyone some more.

The redhead looked down at the toddler in his arms and sighed. He hated kids and he thought that this job wouldn't have any! He was only nineteen and just starting college and he needed the money. He put the blond boy down who just whined and stretched his arms up higher, wanting to be held.

"Mama~"

Sasori's eye twitched. Did this brat just call him mama? "No, I am Sasori. Now stay out of my way, brat."

Deidara whimpered but followed anyway. When the customers saw the little boy trailing the waiter they 'awwed' and cooed at the blond who just smiled back. "Hi, un!" He waved his small hand and people began interacting with the small boy. But once Sasori moved to the next table Deidara followed like a little duckling. People thought it was adorable but Sasori thought it was the most annoying thing ever.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen to pick up some orders, Deidara followed. "Hey! Get that fucker outta here; I'm workin'!" Growling, Sasori picked up the current order and went out, the blond following him again. And at every table, Deidara would greet everyone cheerily.

That's when Konan saw what her son could be good for. She quickly scooped the blond up and brought him in front of the cash register. Deidara whimpered at being taken away from Sasori. "No, Dei, you'll be saying hi. Okay?"

The three year old whimpered and rubbed his eyes as he shook his head. "Noooo~" After of five minutes of trying to make the boy say hi, Konan gave up.

"Okay, go to Sasori." Knowing that he was being let go, Deidara ran around trying to find the redhead. Konan began ordering Pein around again but once she heard a squeal of delight she knew that her son had found Sasori.

-Sixteen years later-

It had taken many years, but the small restaurant that could barely keep its head above the water managed to grow and soon became one of the best places to eat... Though people just mostly there to watch the manager yell at people while eating. It might have been a comedy club.

But it wasn't going to stay like that forever...

"What do you mean you're going to retire, un?! You're only forty-four!" A tall teen around the age of nineteen was following a middle-aged woman around. His long golden hair flew behind him as he followed while his azure eyes screamed confusion.

"Deidara, I have put almost half my life into this restaurant and I think I should decide when I'm going to retire." Konan replied as she began to clean up the closed restaurant.

"But who will run this place, un? It'll be fucking chaos without you!" Deidara just followed the bluenette as she worked, not even bothering to lift a finger.

"I knew I shouldn't have left you with Hidan when you were younger," Konan muttered. She looked up at her son. "Besides, your father and I have decided that you will have Akatsuki."

The blond's blue eyes widened. "Me?! You have to be kidding me; I can't run this fucking place, un!"

Konan narrowed her eyes. "Yes, you will. Your father and I have worked our asses off for this place and I am not giving it to anyone besides family."

Deidara began to stammer, trying to come up with an excuse. "I have to go to college soon, un."

Konan shrugged. "So, Sasori went to college and he still works here. He even got a degree in english... Which is funny because he's a waiter," Konan chuckled to herself. (A/N: The joke is that people get their english degrees and can't really do anything with it so they become a waiter/waitress.)

"But I don't know the first thing on how to work here!"

Konan sighed and crossed her arms. "I am willing to give you a month. Learn everything you can by working with people here."

"B-but, Mom-!"

"I swear! You used to love coming here!" Konan went into the kitchen, Deidara following relentlessly. "You were always excited when you saw everyone and then you would follow Sasori around-"

"I fucking hate him," Deidara muttered as he looked away.

Konan scowled. "Oh, don't deny it; you were like his puppy when you were younger."

Deidara blushed and glared at his adoptive mother. "Like hell, un! I was three-"

"You followed him around till you were seven, Dei. He was even nice one day and decided to give you all of his tips for the day if you didn't talk to him."

Deidara crossed his arms. "He fucking lied. He only gave me five dollars and I knew he had more! He served almost half the restaurant that day and all of those tables like five times!"

Konan sighed as she began putting away dry dishes. "That's not the point; someone needs to be in charge. I can't run Akatsuki anymore and your father wouldn't want this place to be gone once I retire." She frowned at the mention of her deceased husband. He had died in a car accident when Deidara was only ten and the blond did not like to talk about him at all. Konan realized it was very hard on him when he died, not knowing his real father but his adoptive one died and that might as well have been the real thing.

Deidara scowled wanting to change the subject. "Yeah all you do is yell at the employes to work." He looked over at his mother. "All you do is scream, why not fire...?" Deidara's eyes widened. If he was in charge then he could say who could stay and who had to go.

"We can't fire everyone, Dei; and besides, it's good entertainment for those who need it." Konan looked over at her son who was smirking.

"I'll do it."

Now people wondered why the blond and redhead hated each other so much and it started when the blond was seven...

"Danna!"

"If you call me that one more time, brat-" The twenty-three year old couldn't even finish his sentence due to his boss glaring at him. He had already been scolded for threatening the blond before. "Don't call me that, brat."

The blond pouted. "But you're Danna-"

"I am not your master! I told you to take some dishes off the table!" Sasori went to the kitchen to pick up an order and Deidara just followed.

"Why're you so grumpy today, Danna, un?"

The redhead scowled at the seven year old. "I am always grumpy because you are a little brat who won't leave me alone!" Sasori picked up some orders and left the kitchen, Deidara still following.

"But, Danna-"

Sasori got in front of some customers but suddenly turned around to yell at the blond. He froze when he realized something fell off of his tray... and onto the blond.

The boy looked up at the redhead, his eyes tearing up. A strawberry smoothie had been dumped on his head, the glass still on his head like a little cap. The sweet treat ran down his long hair and a line of it ran down his face, curving when it came to his nose before dripping off of his jaw.

Everything was quiet and Sasori opened his mouth but was stopped by laughing... The customers were laughing at the blond. He turned his head slowly to see people trying to hold back their laughter but none of it worked. He turned back to the blond who was doing his best to hold back tears. His bottom lip quivered as he turned around, knocking the glass off of his head, and ran to the kitchen.

Deidara hated Sasori after that. He had humiliated him in front of everyone and he never liked going to Akatsuki after that. But this was his chance to get rid of him, while he can also get his revenge in other ways. Deidara was going to humiliate the redhead as he had done to him.

-Next day-

Konan had called all of her employes before Akatsuki opened to announce the news. "Deidara is going to take over Akatsuki soon, but to do that he has to learn the ropes of the place."

Konan scanned the faces of her workers. She had gotten another chef, Kisame; he dealt mostly with fish but could cook just as well as Hidan who liked to mostly deal with fire and knives. Her new waiter was a man by the name of Itachi. He was only two years older than Deidara at twenty-one. And to man the register and take care of all the financial burden of Akatsuki was Kakuzu. They also had Zetsu but he was only in charge of taking care of all the plants in the restaurant.

"He'll start off with cooking, so Hidan and Kisame get to work." Deidara would be working with cooking for a week, then cashiering, and waitering after that; he would also have learn how to host. "Get to work."

"Okay, blondie I ain't gonna teach you everything so just watch 'kay? And don't get in my fuckin' way like when you were a kid." Deidara nodded and leaned against the wall so he could observe.

At that moment a tall man with blue tinted skin walked in. His shark-like eyes found Deidara and he gave a toothy grin, showing off his razor sharp teeth. "Don't just stay by the wall, kid," He chuckled. "If you want to take over this place then you have to understand how to do some things."

Deidara rolled his eyes and sighed before standing up off the wall. "Okay what do you want me to do, un?" Kisame chuckled.

"You've seen how we present the food; that's your job." Deidara nodded and began getting things like plates and bowls. In no time people began coming in for breakfast and the two chefs went to work.

Over the years they were able to expand the restaurant due to having the money to do so and so did the kitchen. Akatsuki was almost three times its original size.

Soon orders came in from the waiters and Deidara began telling Hidan and Kisame what to cook; but he was waiting for Sasori's orders to come in which they soon did. The redhead hadn't change much in the sixteen years. He didn't look exactly like he was still nineteen but very close to it. Many people had mistaken that Sasori was Deidara's classmate but the redhead just smiled bashfully and said he was just a little older than the blond. Deidara wanted to bash his head against one of the counters when he saw the older male pull off a sweet façade. Bull shit.

"Order up, un!" Deidara yelled through large window that spanned from counter to counter on one side of the kitchen; it was a new installment to Akatsuki so the waiters didn't have to go into the kitchen to get their orders. Deidara took the liberty to put the orders on a tray so it would be easier to take but also so there wouldn't be a mess up with his plan.

Soon Sasori came to the counter and took the tray, not even saying anything before turning away to get to his table. Deidara glared at the redhead but it came to a cessation as he saw the older male's ass.

"Hey, blondie! Stop checkin' out Red and get these fucking orders!" Deidara blinked rapidly and turned to glare at Hidan.

"I was not, asshole! And don't act like you don't check out Kakuzu, un." Deidara began finishing up some orders so he could see his plan go down.

"Bitch, he's my fucking boyfriend, I can do what I want!"

Deidara rolled his eyes. "I'll be right back, un."

"Be back soon, 'kay?" Kisame asked as he began skinning a fish.

The blond nodded and left the kitchen. He quickly walked to a table which Sasori was currently serving. Deidara hid behind a plant and watched, smirking. Sasori verified one of the meals before handing it to the customer. She looked at it excitingly but their countenance slowly fell as they saw the redhead wasn't letting go.

"Um, it's okay, I got it," The woman said with a light giggle.

Deidara could see Sasori give a short chuckle and he tried to put down the plate. "I'm sorry, but I can't seem to let go."

The woman frowned. "Uh, just let go? Come on, I haven't eaten since yesterday at lunch, I'm starving."

"Ma'am, I assure you, I am trying to let go of your order."

"Well try harder!"

Deidara had to cover his mouth so he wouldn't be heard laughing. Sasori reached for another plate so he could hand it to the woman's daughter who seemed very confused. Again, Sasori tried handing the customer their orders but came to no avail. "You've got to be kidding me..."

"Um, sir? Our food?"

"One moment, ladies, I need to go to the kitchen." Sasori turned around, his countenance a glare as he stalked toward the kitchen. Deidara quickly got ahead of him as a customer asked the redhead about getting more water.

"'Bout time you got back, blondie," Hidan muttered. "Get to work on these orders and I may teach you how to cook some shit." Deidara nodded and tried to make it look like he had been working the whole time Sasori was going through his dispute.

The kitchen door opened and Sasori stepped in with two plates of food glued to his hands. "Who did this?" His narrowed eyes scanned the three males and they quickly fell on the blond. "You think this is funny, don't you?"

Deidara glared at the redhead. "Why do you assume it was me right away, un? It could have been Hidan for all you know-"

"But who is preparing the food today?" Sasori asked as he stuck his hands out. "What the hell did you use?"

Deidara bit his lip, trying to hold back his laughter. "Ultra super glue, un." He gave a small chortle as he covered his mouth.

The redhead just stared at him before taking a few steps forward. Deidara expected to get yelled at but stopped when he saw one of the plates crashing towards his face. The food also splattered off the blond but most of it stayed on. Hidan burst into laughter and Kisame sweat-dropped.

"Hey, I got a complaint about getting some food and..." Konan had just walked in to see Sasori trying to slam his plate of food into the blond's face.

"The hell! It was just a joke, un!" Deidara struggled against the redhead's arms as he tried to hold him off while Sasori was contemplating on head butting him.

"How the hell am I supposed to get this stuff off?!"

"Hey!" The duo stopped fighting to look at the bluenette. "What's going on?!"

Kisame quickly answered wanting his normal routine.

Konan sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Sasori go to the doctors and get those removed, I'll pay. Deidara..." The blond gulped. "If anything like this ever happens again you will be banned from Akatsuki, which means you won't take over." Deidara nodded, not really caring if he didn't get the job. He'd rather mess with the redhead a little more then get kicked out.

-One week later-

"How are your hands, Sasori-Sempai?"

"They still have glue on them but the doctor said it should come off soon."

"Deidara-Sempai was funny for doing that," The younger male said as he began to clean off a random table.

Sasori gave a short chuckle, "Yes, hilarious."

Deidara glared at the redhead as he pretended to listen to Kakuzu giving a lesson. "If a single penny is missing from the cash register I will rip off your arm. It has to match up to the receipt and I'll know if you take some... I can smell it." Kakuzu was a tall man who was well built like Kisame but he was tan instead of blue. Though he wore a mask that covered his lower face and long sleeved shirts all the time which Deidara was used to.

The blond just nodded, not even caring. "Okay okay, un."

Kakuzu then began explaining how to do transactions and Deidara yawned.

-Two hours later-

"One moment, Ma'am!"

"I just asked to get my change; what's so hard about that?"

"I told you to pay attention."

"Shut up, Kakuzu, I'm learning, un!"

After a few more minutes the grumpy woman got her change and the next customer came up to pay. Deidara soon got the hang of it but it was still a pain in the ass since the cash register was so old, you had to open it a certain way; plus you had to do the math in your head because "Calculators are for dumb idiots who spend money."

"Brat, tables are having to wait because you can't get receipts fast enough," Sasori commented as he walked away with a tray of food in one hand.

Deidara almost growled at the redhead as he quickened his pace. In ten minutes, everyone who had wanted to paid had, and everything was going more slowly and the blond was able to handle that.

"Okay, kid, go on your break; I don't want to keep on paying you if you're not doing anything."

Deidara raised a brow. "You're not paying me, un."

"Just go!" Kakuzu barked as he began looking through some random receipts. Deidara rolled his eyes and went to the counter where some people were being served; it was right by the window where the waiters got food.

Deidara was used to getting water or coffee for people there ever since he was able to reach over the counter. "You're doing good, Deidara." The said teen turned around to see his mother sipping a cup of tea.

"Thanks," He said, not really meaning it. He wasn't going to take the job in the first place so what was the point of accepting a compliment.

"It just means a lot to me that you're doing this, since you know most kids wouldn't want this to be their job in the first place." Konan smiled. "Thank you."

And guilt. Deidara couldn't look the woman in the eye anymore. "Y-yeah, un..." He just wanted Sasori fired! Not this! What would his mother think when she actually bans him and he doesn't get the job? And what if she finds out he did it intentionally?

After about two minutes, Deidara went back to the cash register to work only to find the redheaded devil there, leaning on the counter with a little check book in his hand. "You got this bill wrong."

Deidara glared and snatched the leather and got the receipt out. "What's wrong with it, un?" He looked at Sasori's order slip and found it all even.

"Somebody ordered another drink."

Deidara sneered. "You're supposed to add that, idiot."

"I did," Sasori sighed. He got up off the counter and pointed to his clean hand writing. It read, "+ kddk."

Deidara scowled at the paper. "What the hell is that?"

Sasori almost groaned. "Plus kid drink. Are the only one who can't understand that?"

The younger male just set his lips in a thin line and grit his teeth. "I will work on trying to decipher your fucking code, un." He quickly fixed the bill and shoved it to Sasori chest. The redhead just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Deidara sneered at the redhead as he walked away, noticing the subtle way his hips swayed as he walked. "Hidan's right, you stare at Sasori way to much." He jumped at hearing the voice behind him, only to see it was Kakuzu. He quickly composed himself and glared at the tan man.

"I was not staring at him, I was imagining what his body would look like with a kitchen knife in it."

Kakuzu shrugged. "Whatever makes you happy... Just don't ruin the kitchen knives beyond repair; those things are expensive."

-One week later-

"I'm not taking him on as an apprentice. You've seen how clumsy he is," Itachi said as he sat down behind Akatsuki, a cigarette between his fingers. He was currently talking to the two other waiters as they were on their break. Akatsuki went on closing break in the afternoon for an hour and it gave the waiters a time to rest. There were only three of them after all.

Sasori rolled his eyes. "Yeah well I'm not going to teach him, he fucking hates me." Sasori pat his pants, almost giving a groan. "I don't have any cigarettes. Do you have a smoke, Tobi?" He honestly hated the shit Itachi smoked. It was something fancy and not at all what he liked.

"Nope! Tobi quit two years ago, Senpai!" Tobi put his hands behind his head and smiled happily. His red eyes were always innocent and Sasori almost forgot that he was three years younger than him. But what he really wanted was a cigarette; he always forgot that Tobi quit.

Sasori pulled at his messy red hair and. He couldn't wait another six hours for a smoke! He slowly looked over at Itachi, almost pleadingly. "Itachi?"

"Last one, Sasori. Honestly, you need to cut back some."

"It's that brat! He's the bane of my existence and he's stressing me out!" Sasori stood up off the restaurant. He still had enough time to go to a convenience store and get a pack. He quickly walked back inside to drop off his apron and he headed out to a local store. It was only three blocks away but he sped walk, wanting to just get it over with.

Once he got inside the convenience store he went to the counter to get his favorite brand of cigarettes. It was four dollars a pack and it almost irked him but he paid for his addiction once more.

As he left, he pulled open the pack and reached for his matches. He put a death stick to his lips and lit a match before slowly lighting the tobacco he so desperately craved. Though once he was aware of his surroundings he noticed something rather interesting. Deidara was walking down the street... Also smoking.

Sasori quickly got over his initial shock and went over to the blond. "So... your mom know?"

Deidara practically jumped and he turned around before pulling out his head phones. "Ah fuck, un..."

The redhead smirked. "Yep."

Deidara looked at his lit stick quickly before throwing it to the ground and stomping on it. "I am begging you, for the love of God, don't tell my mom." He bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair.

"Why not?"

The blond almost glared. "Because I asked you not to, un. Listen, if she finds out I am going to be abandoned-"

"You're already nineteen," Sasori retorted with a scoff. He put his hands in his pockets and leaned on one leg, wondering what the younger male would say next.

"But where will I fucking go, un?!" Deidara took a deep breath. "Just don't tell her... please. My dad smoked and she hated it."

"So why are you doing it?" Sasori smirked as he took a long drag from his own death stick.

Deidara sneered. "Hypocrite. I should ask you the same thing."

"Ah, but no one is holding smoking against me and is possibly going to tell my dead mother." Sasori shrugged and took his hands out of his pockets before walking back to Akatsuki.

Deidara began looking around desperately. "Fuck... I won't bother you anymore!"

"Your attitude bothers me," Sasori answered as he continued to walk.

The blond groaned and caught up to the redhead. "I mean intentionally bother you, un."

Sasori stopped and looked at the shorter male. "... Fine, but one small slip and I'll tell. You shouldn't be smoking at this age."

"When did you start?" Deidara asked cautiously.

Sasori smirked. "Twenty."

Deidara scowled but didn't say anything. He had started at eighteen and his mother would probably have a heart attack if she found out; he didn't need to lose another parent.

Sasori enjoyed the silence as he finished his cigarette. He really needed that. He saw Deidara wasn't having another one and he realized that the guilt was probably gnawing at him.

-Work-

"Sasori, you'll have to teach Deidara, all right." It wasn't a question and Sasori just nodded, not speaking.

Deidara went over to the redhead once Konan left. "Get a spare apron from the back and we'll get started." The blond nodded and went to the kitchen so he could get an apron. As he left the kitchen, Sasori was leading a family of five to one of the large booths. "I am Sasori and I will be your server for today," He said smiling. "What will you have to drink today?" They all answered water. He handed them their menus and left to get their drinks. Sasori walked over to the blond who looked like he was bored as hell. "You've followed me around for four years, so serving people shouldn't be a problem. If they have big orders try to deal with it. Have fun."

Deidara gave a half-hearted glare as the redhead walked off but stood by the cash register, waiting for someone to walk in. A few minutes later a group of kids who went to his high school walked in and he tried not to blush as he was "working" there. The group consisted of four teens his age, two girls, two boys. One of the boys had spiky blond hair, and bright blue eyes. He was holding hands with a girl with long violet hair and milk white eyes; Deidara always assumed she was blind. The other couple was a girl with short pink hair and a teen with a bowl cut that was black; his bushy eyebrows made Deidara want to get a lawnmower.

He couldn't remember any names but it wasn't like he should know them. Once they saw him, they all smiled kindly. "Table for four, un?" Deidara asked in his nicest voice. He had no idea how Sasori did the "kiss ass" work.

"Yes, please," The blond boy said. Deidara nodded, picked up some menus, and led them to a booth; the blond helping his girlfriend get there.

As everyone got seated the pink haired girl spoke up. "Actually we were wondering if we could have Sasori as our waiter." She gave him a vapid look and the blond nodded, not caring that he would get with another table.

"All right, what will you have to drink?" He took out his little book, ready to order.

All three of them ordered water, whilst the pink one was looking over her menu. "What's the strawberry smoothy have in it."

Deidara blinked and gave a kind smile and a chuckle. "Strawberry, milk... That's pretty much it."

"Oh well does it have carbs? I'm allergic to carbs." Deidara gave the teen a questioning look.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure it has carbs, un..." He was pretty sure you could not be allergic to carbs. (A/N: No joke, someone actually said this to me.)

Pink sighed. "Oh well, I'll have spring water." Deidara nodded and went to get their drinks. He got a tray and poured some water.

"How is it so far, brat?"

Deidara didn't bother to look up. "Table five wants you as their waiter, un." He looked over at Sasori who was dumping some plates in the sink.

"No can do. I have almost half the restaurant today because Itachi left sick. Seems you'll be working a little harder today." He smirked and left. Deidara sighed and went back to the table.

"I'm sorry, but Sasori is very busy, so I will be your waiter for this evening, un."

Violet smiled. "That's good, thank you."

"Have you looked over the menu, or do you need more time?"

"Is that a sick joke?" Deidara looked over at Pink.

"Excuse me, un?"

Blond almost groaned. "You don't need to do this every time Sakura."

Sakura glared at Deidara, ignoring her friend. "Hinata is blind and you said look over the menu." She flipped her hair. "How can you be so inconsiderate when she's sitting right here?"

Violet, or Hinata, just turned bright red. "I-i-it's fine, Sa-Sakura-chan..."

"No, it's not. First we can't get our waiter and now this guy is insulting you! I would like to speak with your manager, please."

Deidara bit his lip in anger and nodded. "Of course. I will give you some more time to... chose what you want then, un." Sakura nodded and flipped her menu up, officially done talking with the blond. The other three gave him apologetic looks but he just walked away, going to find his mother.

She was filling up someone's water at the counter and he walked up to her. "Okay, I did nothing but this chick insists that you come over to her table."

Konan sighed and put down her pitcher. "Let's see then." Deidara led her to the table and Sakura looked rather pleased with herself. "What seems to be the problem here?"

"Well your waiter gave me sass about a smoothie then he insulted my friend about being blind."

"I did not-"

"Deidara." Konan held up her hand and gave her son a small look before turning back to the customers. "I am very sorry and I would have you switch waiters but we're short today."

Sakura instantly looked disgruntled. "Oh well, I guess this'll do but I don't want any mishap."

"Neither do I, ma'am. Deidara," She said looking at her son. "Come with me as these customers look over their menus." Deidara nodded, noticing his mother got no shit as she said "look." They went to the kitchen and Konan sighed. "There are people out there who just act like that. When you become manager you will have to deal with plenty but the number one rule is the customer is always right." Deidara nodded begrudgingly. "Okay, now get back out there while I serve some tables for you, okay?" Another nod.

When Deidara got back to table five Sakura snapped her fingers. Oh hell no. "I change my mind, I want a strawberry smoothie." The blond nodded and wrote that down in his little book.

"And have you decided what you will order this evening, un?"

Everyone ordered and Deidara took the order back to the kitchen.

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"Deidara, get back here!"

A little boy around the age of three just giggled as he ran away from his adoptive mother. He darted past the employes who's hands held large trays containing food of the customer's choice; almost making them trip. Many of the customers just giggled as they saw the mother's frustration in trying to catch her child. "Just look at her! Trying to run a restaurant while she can't even catch a baby!"

Though soon the mother caught her son who just continued to giggle in joy. "Honestly, Deidara! I let you out of my sight for one moment," She exclaimed. Carrying her son back to the kitchen she set him in a play pen. "I told you to watch him, Hidan!"

A man stood at the stove in the small kitchen; his white clothes was smeared in food but as he turned around you could see that his silver hair was still as perfect as ever in it's slicked back style. He glared at the woman with bright magenta eyes. "I told you it's fucking hard cooking everything here by myself! I ain't gonna babysit some brat on top of that too, bitch!"

The woman just glared back. "I am working on getting you some help, alright?! And don't call me a bitch in front of Dei, you ass!"

The man just rolled his eyes, "Whatever, Konan." He went back to the stove as the toddler known as Deidara began sucking on his stuffed animal. Konan sighed and smoothed down her blue hair. She leaned over the railings of the playpen and spoke softly to her son, "Now, Dei, mommy's gonna work now; so I need you to be very good and stay in here for a little while, all right?" She pat her son's head of golden hair before walking away.

The little boy gave a whimper as he dropped his stuffed animal. Standing up he held onto the rails, his azure eyes watering. "Mama, un~!" He began to cry and Konan rubbed her forehead as she placed another one of her hip.

"For the love of Jashin!" Hidan took a french fry off of a random plate about to go out and handed it to the blond. Deidara blinked his teary eyes and took the fried potato before taking a bite. He paused and smiled before eating some more.

Konan sighed in relief. "Thank you, just don't give him too much." The bluenette quickly left the kitchen.

"Yeah, yeah."

Konan began taking another group of people to an empty table before giving them their menus. "Your server today will be Sasori and he will be with you shortly." She quickly dashed to the cash register so people could pay for their meal. "Thank you for coming to Akatsuki, come back soon!" She plastered a grin to her face as the customers left.

For the whole two years she had been running her restaurant it wasn't easy. Also adopting a kid didn't help, though she had had him before the restaurant. Giving an exhausted sig, she felt a hand on her hip. "Don't look so down, Angel."

She groaned as she looked up at her husband. He had founded Akatsuki when their son was barely one and they were both surprised it was still going. "You don't understand, Pein. We are short of workers in every area! We need another cook, we need a cashier, at least three more waiters and a babysitter! We cannot keep bringing Deidara to work! Hidan almost dropped a knife on him yesterday."

The man nodded and rubbed a hand through his spiky orange hair. "I agree with everything there but more waiters?"

Konan scowled. "We only have Tobi and Sasori. Tobi tripped over Deidara last week and caused a huge scene!"

Pein frowned. "How was that a 'huge scene'?"

"They were both crying on the floor! And then there was a mess with food! Sasori almost quit that day!"

Pein just sighed and pat his wife's head. "Don't worry too much, Konan. I'm sure that everything will be fine-"

"Lil' bitch!" The couple turned around to see Hidan chasing a giggling Deidara with a cleaver and the bluenette felt her anger boiling up.

"Hidan!" The man stopped. "Get back in the kitchen!" She picked up her son who was trying to get away from her. "Pein, man the register." A waiter with black spiky hair walked by and she quickly grabbed him. "Tobi you are in charge hosting and serving tables one through ten-"

"Yay! Tobi gets all the even numbers!" The sixteen year old quickly ran off to help the customers. A teen with bright red hair walked by and she grabbed him as well.

"Sasori, you get eleven through twenty!" Deidara whimpered as his adoptive mother continued to yell. "And take Deidara with you."

The teen frowned as the child was plopped into his arms. "Konan I have to-"

"Miss Konan!"

"I have to go home soon-"

"No! It's closing time in two hours!" Konan just walked away, ready to instruct everyone some more.

The redhead looked down at the toddler in his arms and sighed. He hated kids and he thought that this job wouldn't have any! He was only nineteen and just starting college and he needed the money. He put the blond boy down who just whined and stretched his arms up higher, wanting to be held.

"Mama~"

Sasori's eye twitched. Did this brat just call him mama? "No, I am Sasori. Now stay out of my way, brat."

Deidara whimpered but followed anyway. When the customers saw the little boy trailing the waiter they 'awwed' and cooed at the blond who just smiled back. "Hi, un!" He waved his small hand and people began interacting with the small boy. But once Sasori moved to the next table Deidara followed like a little duckling. People thought it was adorable but Sasori thought it was the most annoying thing ever.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen to pick up some orders, Deidara followed. "Hey! Get that fucker outta here; I'm workin'!" Growling, Sasori picked up the current order and went out, the blond following him again. And at every table, Deidara would greet everyone cheerily.

That's when Konan saw what her son could be good for. She quickly scooped the blond up and brought him in front of the cash register. Deidara whimpered at being taken away from Sasori. "No, Dei, you'll be saying hi. Okay?"

The three year old whimpered and rubbed his eyes as he shook his head. "Noooo~" After of five minutes of trying to make the boy say hi, Konan gave up.

"Okay, go to Sasori." Knowing that he was being let go, Deidara ran around trying to find the redhead. Konan began ordering Pein around again but once she heard a squeal of delight she knew that her son had found Sasori.

-Sixteen years later-

It had taken many years, but the small restaurant that could barely keep its head above the water managed to grow and soon became one of the best places to eat... Though people just mostly there to watch the manager yell at people while eating. It might have been a comedy club.

But it wasn't going to stay like that forever...

"What do you mean you're going to retire, un?! You're only forty-four!" A tall teen around the age of nineteen was following a middle-aged woman around. His long golden hair flew behind him as he followed while his azure eyes screamed confusion.

"Deidara, I have put almost half my life into this restaurant and I think I should decide when I'm going to retire." Konan replied as she began to clean up the closed restaurant.

"But who will run this place, un? It'll be fucking chaos without you!" Deidara just followed the bluenette as she worked, not even bothering to lift a finger.

"I knew I shouldn't have left you with Hidan when you were younger," Konan muttered. She looked up at her son. "Besides, your father and I have decided that you will have Akatsuki."

The blond's blue eyes widened. "Me?! You have to be kidding me; I can't run this fucking place, un!"

Konan narrowed her eyes. "Yes, you will. Your father and I have worked our asses off for this place and I am not giving it to anyone besides family."

Deidara began to stammer, trying to come up with an excuse. "I have to go to college soon, un."

Konan shrugged. "So, Sasori went to college and he still works here. He even got a degree in english... Which is funny because he's a waiter," Konan chuckled to herself. (A/N: The joke is that people get their english degrees and can't really do anything with it so they become a waiter/waitress.)

"But I don't know the first thing on how to work here!"

Konan sighed and crossed her arms. "I am willing to give you a month. Learn everything you can by working with people here."

"B-but, Mom-!"

"I swear! You used to love coming here!" Konan went into the kitchen, Deidara following relentlessly. "You were always excited when you saw everyone and then you would follow Sasori around-"

"I fucking hate him," Deidara muttered as he looked away.

Konan scowled. "Oh, don't deny it; you were like his puppy when you were younger."

Deidara blushed and glared at his adoptive mother. "Like hell, un! I was three-"

"You followed him around till you were seven, Dei. He was even nice one day and decided to give you all of his tips for the day if you didn't talk to him."

Deidara crossed his arms. "He fucking lied. He only gave me five dollars and I knew he had more! He served almost half the restaurant that day and all of those tables like five times!"

Konan sighed as she began putting away dry dishes. "That's not the point; someone needs to be in charge. I can't run Akatsuki anymore and your father wouldn't want this place to be gone once I retire." She frowned at the mention of her deceased husband. He had died in a car accident when Deidara was only ten and the blond did not like to talk about him at all. Konan realized it was very hard on him when he died, not knowing his real father but his adoptive one died and that might as well have been the real thing.

Deidara scowled wanting to change the subject. "Yeah all you do is yell at the employes to work." He looked over at his mother. "All you do is scream, why not fire...?" Deidara's eyes widened. If he was in charge then he could say who could stay and who had to go.

"We can't fire everyone, Dei; and besides, it's good entertainment for those who need it." Konan looked over at her son who was smirking.

"I'll do it."

Now people wondered why the blond and redhead hated each other so much and it started when the blond was seven...

"Danna!"

"If you call me that one more time, brat-" The twenty-three year old couldn't even finish his sentence due to his boss glaring at him. He had already been scolded for threatening the blond before. "Don't call me that, brat."

The blond pouted. "But you're Danna-"

"I am not your master! I told you to take some dishes off the table!" Sasori went to the kitchen to pick up an order and Deidara just followed.

"Why're you so grumpy today, Danna, un?"

The redhead scowled at the seven year old. "I am always grumpy because you are a little brat who won't leave me alone!" Sasori picked up some orders and left the kitchen, Deidara still following.

"But, Danna-"

Sasori got in front of some customers but suddenly turned around to yell at the blond. He froze when he realized something fell off of his tray... and onto the blond.

The boy looked up at the redhead, his eyes tearing up. A strawberry smoothie had been dumped on his head, the glass still on his head like a little cap. The sweet treat ran down his long hair and a line of it ran down his face, curving when it came to his nose before dripping off of his jaw.

Everything was quiet and Sasori opened his mouth but was stopped by laughing... The customers were laughing at the blond. He turned his head slowly to see people trying to hold back their laughter but none of it worked. He turned back to the blond who was doing his best to hold back tears. His bottom lip quivered as he turned around, knocking the glass off of his head, and ran to the kitchen.

Deidara hated Sasori after that. He had humiliated him in front of everyone and he never liked going to Akatsuki after that. But this was his chance to get rid of him, while he can also get his revenge in other ways. Deidara was going to humiliate the redhead as he had done to him.

-Next day-

Konan had called all of her employes before Akatsuki opened to announce the news. "Deidara is going to take over Akatsuki soon, but to do that he has to learn the ropes of the place."

Konan scanned the faces of her workers. She had gotten another chef, Kisame; he dealt mostly with fish but could cook just as well as Hidan who liked to mostly deal with fire and knives. Her new waiter was a man by the name of Itachi. He was only two years older than Deidara at twenty-one. And to man the register and take care of all the financial burden of Akatsuki was Kakuzu. They also had Zetsu but he was only in charge of taking care of all the plants in the restaurant.

"He'll start off with cooking, so Hidan and Kisame get to work." Deidara would be working with cooking for a week, then cashiering, and waitering after that; he would also have learn how to host. "Get to work."

"Okay, blondie I ain't gonna teach you everything so just watch 'kay? And don't get in my fuckin' way like when you were a kid." Deidara nodded and leaned against the wall so he could observe.

At that moment a tall man with blue tinted skin walked in. His shark-like eyes found Deidara and he gave a toothy grin, showing off his razor sharp teeth. "Don't just stay by the wall, kid," He chuckled. "If you want to take over this place then you have to understand how to do some things."

Deidara rolled his eyes and sighed before standing up off the wall. "Okay what do you want me to do, un?" Kisame chuckled.

"You've seen how we present the food; that's your job." Deidara nodded and began getting things like plates and bowls. In no time people began coming in for breakfast and the two chefs went to work.

Over the years they were able to expand the restaurant due to having the money to do so and so did the kitchen. Akatsuki was almost three times its original size.

Soon orders came in from the waiters and Deidara began telling Hidan and Kisame what to cook; but he was waiting for Sasori's orders to come in which they soon did. The redhead hadn't change much in the sixteen years. He didn't look exactly like he was still nineteen but very close to it. Many people had mistaken that Sasori was Deidara's classmate but the redhead just smiled bashfully and said he was just a little older than the blond. Deidara wanted to bash his head against one of the counters when he saw the older male pull off a sweet façade. Bull shit.

"Order up, un!" Deidara yelled through large window that spanned from counter to counter on one side of the kitchen; it was a new installment to Akatsuki so the waiters didn't have to go into the kitchen to get their orders. Deidara took the liberty to put the orders on a tray so it would be easier to take but also so there wouldn't be a mess up with his plan.

Soon Sasori came to the counter and took the tray, not even saying anything before turning away to get to his table. Deidara glared at the redhead but it came to a cessation as he saw the older male's ass.

"Hey, blondie! Stop checkin' out Red and get these fucking orders!" Deidara blinked rapidly and turned to glare at Hidan.

"I was not, asshole! And don't act like you don't check out Kakuzu, un." Deidara began finishing up some orders so he could see his plan go down.

"Bitch, he's my fucking boyfriend, I can do what I want!"

Deidara rolled his eyes. "I'll be right back, un."

"Be back soon, 'kay?" Kisame asked as he began skinning a fish.

The blond nodded and left the kitchen. He quickly walked to a table which Sasori was currently serving. Deidara hid behind a plant and watched, smirking. Sasori verified one of the meals before handing it to the customer. She looked at it excitingly but their countenance slowly fell as they saw the redhead wasn't letting go.

"Um, it's okay, I got it," The woman said with a light giggle.

Deidara could see Sasori give a short chuckle and he tried to put down the plate. "I'm sorry, but I can't seem to let go."

The woman frowned. "Uh, just let go? Come on, I haven't eaten since yesterday at lunch, I'm starving."

"Ma'am, I assure you, I am trying to let go of your order."

"Well try harder!"

Deidara had to cover his mouth so he wouldn't be heard laughing. Sasori reached for another plate so he could hand it to the woman's daughter who seemed very confused. Again, Sasori tried handing the customer their orders but came to no avail. "You've got to be kidding me..."

"Um, sir? Our food?"

"One moment, ladies, I need to go to the kitchen." Sasori turned around, his countenance a glare as he stalked toward the kitchen. Deidara quickly got ahead of him as a customer asked the redhead about getting more water.

"'Bout time you got back, blondie," Hidan muttered. "Get to work on these orders and I may teach you how to cook some shit." Deidara nodded and tried to make it look like he had been working the whole time Sasori was going through his dispute.

The kitchen door opened and Sasori stepped in with two plates of food glued to his hands. "Who did this?" His narrowed eyes scanned the three males and they quickly fell on the blond. "You think this is funny, don't you?"

Deidara glared at the redhead. "Why do you assume it was me right away, un? It could have been Hidan for all you know-"

"But who is preparing the food today?" Sasori asked as he stuck his hands out. "What the hell did you use?"

Deidara bit his lip, trying to hold back his laughter. "Ultra super glue, un." He gave a small chortle as he covered his mouth.

The redhead just stared at him before taking a few steps forward. Deidara expected to get yelled at but stopped when he saw one of the plates crashing towards his face. The food also splattered off the blond but most of it stayed on. Hidan burst into laughter and Kisame sweat-dropped.

"Hey, I got a complaint about getting some food and..." Konan had just walked in to see Sasori trying to slam his plate of food into the blond's face.

"The hell! It was just a joke, un!" Deidara struggled against the redhead's arms as he tried to hold him off while Sasori was contemplating on head butting him.

"How the hell am I supposed to get this stuff off?!"

"Hey!" The duo stopped fighting to look at the bluenette. "What's going on?!"

Kisame quickly answered wanting his normal routine.

Konan sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Sasori go to the doctors and get those removed, I'll pay. Deidara..." The blond gulped. "If anything like this ever happens again you will be banned from Akatsuki, which means you won't take over." Deidara nodded, not really caring if he didn't get the job. He'd rather mess with the redhead a little more then get kicked out.

-One week later-

"How are your hands, Sasori-Sempai?"

"They still have glue on them but the doctor said it should come off soon."

"Deidara-Sempai was funny for doing that," The younger male said as he began to clean off a random table.

Sasori gave a short chuckle, "Yes, hilarious."

Deidara glared at the redhead as he pretended to listen to Kakuzu giving a lesson. "If a single penny is missing from the cash register I will rip off your arm. It has to match up to the receipt and I'll know if you take some... I can smell it." Kakuzu was a tall man who was well built like Kisame but he was tan instead of blue. Though he wore a mask that covered his lower face and long sleeved shirts all the time which Deidara was used to.

The blond just nodded, not even caring. "Okay okay, un."

Kakuzu then began explaining how to do transactions and Deidara yawned.

-Two hours later-

"One moment, Ma'am!"

"I just asked to get my change; what's so hard about that?"

"I told you to pay attention."

"Shut up, Kakuzu, I'm learning, un!"

After a few more minutes the grumpy woman got her change and the next customer came up to pay. Deidara soon got the hang of it but it was still a pain in the ass since the cash register was so old, you had to open it a certain way; plus you had to do the math in your head because "Calculators are for dumb idiots who spend money."

"Brat, tables are having to wait because you can't get receipts fast enough," Sasori commented as he walked away with a tray of food in one hand.

Deidara almost growled at the redhead as he quickened his pace. In ten minutes, everyone who had wanted to paid had, and everything was going more slowly and the blond was able to handle that.

"Okay, kid, go on your break; I don't want to keep on paying you if you're not doing anything."

Deidara raised a brow. "You're not paying me, un."

"Just go!" Kakuzu barked as he began looking through some random receipts. Deidara rolled his eyes and went to the counter where some people were being served; it was right by the window where the waiters got food.

Deidara was used to getting water or coffee for people there ever since he was able to reach over the counter. "You're doing good, Deidara." The said teen turned around to see his mother sipping a cup of tea.

"Thanks," He said, not really meaning it. He wasn't going to take the job in the first place so what was the point of accepting a compliment.

"It just means a lot to me that you're doing this, since you know most kids wouldn't want this to be their job in the first place." Konan smiled. "Thank you."

And guilt. Deidara couldn't look the woman in the eye anymore. "Y-yeah, un..." He just wanted Sasori fired! Not this! What would his mother think when she actually bans him and he doesn't get the job? And what if she finds out he did it intentionally?

After about two minutes, Deidara went back to the cash register to work only to find the redheaded devil there, leaning on the counter with a little check book in his hand. "You got this bill wrong."

Deidara glared and snatched the leather and got the receipt out. "What's wrong with it, un?" He looked at Sasori's order slip and found it all even.

"Somebody ordered another drink."

Deidara sneered. "You're supposed to add that, idiot."

"I did," Sasori sighed. He got up off the counter and pointed to his clean hand writing. It read, "+ kddk."

Deidara scowled at the paper. "What the hell is that?"

Sasori almost groaned. "Plus kid drink. Are the only one who can't understand that?"

The younger male just set his lips in a thin line and grit his teeth. "I will work on trying to decipher your fucking code, un." He quickly fixed the bill and shoved it to Sasori chest. The redhead just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Deidara sneered at the redhead as he walked away, noticing the subtle way his hips swayed as he walked. "Hidan's right, you stare at Sasori way to much." He jumped at hearing the voice behind him, only to see it was Kakuzu. He quickly composed himself and glared at the tan man.

"I was not staring at him, I was imagining what his body would look like with a kitchen knife in it."

Kakuzu shrugged. "Whatever makes you happy... Just don't ruin the kitchen knives beyond repair; those things are expensive."

-One week later-

"I'm not taking him on as an apprentice. You've seen how clumsy he is," Itachi said as he sat down behind Akatsuki, a cigarette between his fingers. He was currently talking to the two other waiters as they were on their break. Akatsuki went on closing break in the afternoon for an hour and it gave the waiters a time to rest. There were only three of them after all.

Sasori rolled his eyes. "Yeah well I'm not going to teach him, he fucking hates me." Sasori pat his pants, almost giving a groan. "I don't have any cigarettes. Do you have a smoke, Tobi?" He honestly hated the shit Itachi smoked. It was something fancy and not at all what he liked.

"Nope! Tobi quit two years ago, Senpai!" Tobi put his hands behind his head and smiled happily. His red eyes were always innocent and Sasori almost forgot that he was three years younger than him. But what he really wanted was a cigarette; he always forgot that Tobi quit.

Sasori pulled at his messy red hair and. He couldn't wait another six hours for a smoke! He slowly looked over at Itachi, almost pleadingly. "Itachi?"

"Last one, Sasori. Honestly, you need to cut back some."

"It's that brat! He's the bane of my existence and he's stressing me out!" Sasori stood up off the restaurant. He still had enough time to go to a convenience store and get a pack. He quickly walked back inside to drop off his apron and he headed out to a local store. It was only three blocks away but he sped walk, wanting to just get it over with.

Once he got inside the convenience store he went to the counter to get his favorite brand of cigarettes. It was four dollars a pack and it almost irked him but he paid for his addiction once more.

As he left, he pulled open the pack and reached for his matches. He put a death stick to his lips and lit a match before slowly lighting the tobacco he so desperately craved. Though once he was aware of his surroundings he noticed something rather interesting. Deidara was walking down the street... Also smoking.

Sasori quickly got over his initial shock and went over to the blond. "So... your mom know?"

Deidara practically jumped and he turned around before pulling out his head phones. "Ah fuck, un..."

The redhead smirked. "Yep."

Deidara looked at his lit stick quickly before throwing it to the ground and stomping on it. "I am begging you, for the love of God, don't tell my mom." He bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair.

"Why not?"

The blond almost glared. "Because I asked you not to, un. Listen, if she finds out I am going to be abandoned-"

"You're already nineteen," Sasori retorted with a scoff. He put his hands in his pockets and leaned on one leg, wondering what the younger male would say next.

"But where will I fucking go, un?!" Deidara took a deep breath. "Just don't tell her... please. My dad smoked and she hated it."

"So why are you doing it?" Sasori smirked as he took a long drag from his own death stick.

Deidara sneered. "Hypocrite. I should ask you the same thing."

"Ah, but no one is holding smoking against me and is possibly going to tell my dead mother." Sasori shrugged and took his hands out of his pockets before walking back to Akatsuki.

Deidara began looking around desperately. "Fuck... I won't bother you anymore!"

"Your attitude bothers me," Sasori answered as he continued to walk.

The blond groaned and caught up to the redhead. "I mean intentionally bother you, un."

Sasori stopped and looked at the shorter male. "... Fine, but one small slip and I'll tell. You shouldn't be smoking at this age."

"When did you start?" Deidara asked cautiously.

Sasori smirked. "Twenty."

Deidara scowled but didn't say anything. He had started at eighteen and his mother would probably have a heart attack if she found out; he didn't need to lose another parent.

Sasori enjoyed the silence as he finished his cigarette. He really needed that. He saw Deidara wasn't having another one and he realized that the guilt was probably gnawing at him.

-Work-

"Sasori, you'll have to teach Deidara, all right." It wasn't a question and Sasori just nodded, not speaking.

Deidara went over to the redhead once Konan left. "Get a spare apron from the back and we'll get started." The blond nodded and went to the kitchen so he could get an apron. As he left the kitchen, Sasori was leading a family of five to one of the large booths. "I am Sasori and I will be your server for today," He said smiling. "What will you have to drink today?" They all answered water. He handed them their menus and left to get their drinks. Sasori walked over to the blond who looked like he was bored as hell. "You've followed me around for four years, so serving people shouldn't be a problem. If they have big orders try to deal with it. Have fun."

Deidara gave a half-hearted glare as the redhead walked off but stood by the cash register, waiting for someone to walk in. A few minutes later a group of kids who went to his high school walked in and he tried not to blush as he was "working" there. The group consisted of four teens his age, two girls, two boys. One of the boys had spiky blond hair, and bright blue eyes. He was holding hands with a girl with long violet hair and milk white eyes; Deidara always assumed she was blind. The other couple was a girl with short pink hair and a teen with a bowl cut that was black; his bushy eyebrows made Deidara want to get a lawnmower.

He couldn't remember any names but it wasn't like he should know them. Once they saw him, they all smiled kindly. "Table for four, un?" Deidara asked in his nicest voice. He had no idea how Sasori did the "kiss ass" work.

"Yes, please," The blond boy said. Deidara nodded, picked up some menus, and led them to a booth; the blond helping his girlfriend get there.

As everyone got seated the pink haired girl spoke up. "Actually we were wondering if we could have Sasori as our waiter." She gave him a vapid look and the blond nodded, not caring that he would get with another table.

"All right, what will you have to drink?" He took out his little book, ready to order.

All three of them ordered water, whilst the pink one was looking over her menu. "What's the strawberry smoothy have in it."

Deidara blinked and gave a kind smile and a chuckle. "Strawberry, milk... That's pretty much it."

"Oh well does it have carbs? I'm allergic to carbs." Deidara gave the teen a questioning look.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure it has carbs, un..." He was pretty sure you could not be allergic to carbs. (A/N: No joke, someone actually said this to me.)

Pink sighed. "Oh well, I'll have spring water." Deidara nodded and went to get their drinks. He got a tray and poured some water.

"How is it so far, brat?"

Deidara didn't bother to look up. "Table five wants you as their waiter, un." He looked over at Sasori who was dumping some plates in the sink.

"No can do. I have almost half the restaurant today because Itachi left sick. Seems you'll be working a little harder today." He smirked and left. Deidara sighed and went back to the table.

"I'm sorry, but Sasori is very busy, so I will be your waiter for this evening, un."

Violet smiled. "That's good, thank you."

"Have you looked over the menu, or do you need more time?"

"Is that a sick joke?" Deidara looked over at Pink.

"Excuse me, un?"

Blond almost groaned. "You don't need to do this every time Sakura."

Sakura glared at Deidara, ignoring her friend. "Hinata is blind and you said look over the menu." She flipped her hair. "How can you be so inconsiderate when she's sitting right here?"

Violet, or Hinata, just turned bright red. "I-i-it's fine, Sa-Sakura-chan..."

"No, it's not. First we can't get our waiter and now this guy is insulting you! I would like to speak with your manager, please."

Deidara bit his lip in anger and nodded. "Of course. I will give you some more time to... chose what you want then, un." Sakura nodded and flipped her menu up, officially done talking with the blond. The other three gave him apologetic looks but he just walked away, going to find his mother.

She was filling up someone's water at the counter and he walked up to her. "Okay, I did nothing but this chick insists that you come over to her table."

Konan sighed and put down her pitcher. "Let's see then." Deidara led her to the table and Sakura looked rather pleased with herself. "What seems to be the problem here?"

"Well your waiter gave me sass about a smoothie then he insulted my friend about being blind."

"I did not-"

"Deidara." Konan held up her hand and gave her son a small look before turning back to the customers. "I am very sorry and I would have you switch waiters but we're short today."

Sakura instantly looked disgruntled. "Oh well, I guess this'll do but I don't want any mishap."

"Neither do I, ma'am. Deidara," She said looking at her son. "Come with me as these customers look over their menus." Deidara nodded, noticing his mother got no shit as she said "look." They went to the kitchen and Konan sighed. "There are people out there who just act like that. When you become manager you will have to deal with plenty but the number one rule is the customer is always right." Deidara nodded begrudgingly. "Okay, now get back out there while I serve some tables for you, okay?" Another nod.

When Deidara got back to table five Sakura snapped her fingers. Oh hell no. "I change my mind, I want a strawberry smoothie." The blond nodded and wrote that down in his little book.

"And have you decided what you will order this evening, un?"

Everyone ordered and Deidara took the order back to the kitchen.