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Sasori woke up in the middle of the night. He had no idea what woke him up; probably some bad dream, or the rain. It was pouring down out there in sheets, just as it had when he went to bed at 8. He reached an arm out to turn the digital clock around to face him: 2 a.m. He quickly pulled his arm back under the warm covers, determined to go to sleep. He stared at the wall for about ten minutes before flipping over so he now faced the window.

He saw a silhouette sitting outside the window.

Sasori didn’t move; this person must be an assassin. But obviously not a very good one, or else he would have already noticed the puppet man’s movements. Maybe it was his first big job. Sasori debated how to kill the person. It would be easiest to throw one of his poison knives at the man; but where was the fun in that? No, he’d grab a regular kunai and slit the bastard’s throat, getting right in his face and seeing the guy realize with horror what was happening as he was murdered.

Carefully and barely making a sound, Sasori reached into his bag and pulled out a knife. Then, without hesitating, he jumped out of bed, dashed to the window, threw it open…and looked down into the blue eyes of a soaking wet blonde.

“Deidara?!”

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Earlier that day…
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“Brat, are you even listening?”

“Yeah, un.” Sasori and Deidara had arrived in the town around lunch time. They had just finished checking their bags in at the hotel and were preparing to split up and do some shopping before returning to their room.

“Then repeat what I just said.”

Deidara sighed in annoyance. “Get what you need, stay out of my sight, and meet back at the hotel lobby at seven thirty, un.” He glanced over Sasori’s shoulder to look at the list in his partner’s hand. “Danna, what are you getting, un?”

“If you must know, I’m trying to find some very special tools for making puppets.” His mind flashed back as he remembered walking into his and Deidara’s room to find Tobi on the floor, with several of his special blades bent or broken on the floor. “I also need some herbs for my poisons, and maybe some wood. Now beat it.”

“Right danna, un!” Deidara dashed off.

“And don’t you dare think of coming in late!” Sasori called after him. Deidara waved his hand over his shoulder, then rounded a corner and was gone.

Well, Sasori had done his shopping and was at the hotel at 7:30 sharp, but Deidara was nowhere to be seen. Ordinarily, he would have stuck around to scold the brat, but he was in a particularly bad mood, after not being able to find replacement tools and hearing the clerk say the water heater was broken. So, he simply grabbed his key and headed upstairs, where he undressed and went to bed.

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Back to the present…
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“How blonde can you be to stay out in the rain when it’s pouring like this?!”

“I wasn’t out that long, un. Maybe half an hour?” the blonde said through the bathroom door. Sasori had dragged him inside and pushed him into the bathroom. As Deidara dried off and changed out of his clothes, Sasori sat on the other of the bathroom door, his back against it. “I’m gonna take a hot shower, un.”

“The water heater’s busted. You’d know that if you hadn’t been late, brat.”

Deidara swore, then stayed silent for a minute. “Danna…”

“Yes?”

“Give me your clothes, un.”

Sasori turned around and stood up. “What?”

“I said give me your clothes, danna.”

“Give me one good reason.”

“My bag is still downstairs, un. And my clothes up here are soaking wet.”

Damn. The kid had a point. But Sasori wasn’t about to surrender so easily. “And whose fault is that?! If you hadn’t been late and sitting out in the rain like a moron, this wouldn’t have happened! I ought to just leave you to freeze to death.”

Deidara snapped. “Fine, un! I’ll just go out of here with no clothes on! God, danna, I didn’t know you were such a pervert, but if that’s-“ The door opened six inches and Sasori’s wadded up cloak came flying in. Sasori then shut the door, marched across the room, opened the main door, and walked down the hall. He stormed into the lobby, requesting Deidara’s bag. He quickly grabbed it, then turned to walk upstairs, when he bumped into the janitor. “Sorry, sir,” he said. Sasori just grunted. As he rounded the corner, he heard the janitor talk to the clerk. “”Hey, I just took out the garbage. That blonde’s finally gone.”

Sasori stopped. Blonde?

“That’s a relief,” the clerk replied. “I thought the poor dear would be out there all night.”

“What happened, anyway?” the janitor wasn’t the only one who wanted that question answered…

Meanwhile, Deidara had managed to dry his hair most of the way, and came out of the bathroom with his danna’s cloak around him. Even with the Akatsuki garb, his body felt like ice. He climbed onto a bed, not knowing which one was his or Sasori’s. “I really made him mad this time,” he thought sadly. “I always make danna mad. I really tried to get here on time, but I couldn’t. He probably won’t talk to me for a week, un.” He fell onto his side, curling up into a ball. He pressed the fabric of the cloak against his nose. “It smells…just like…danna…”

“Well, these guys, a blonde and a red head came in here earlier today and checked their stuff in. Then, the red head came back at 7:30, and went straight to his room. Then, about ten minutes later, the blonde comes in. She walks right up to me and asks, ‘Did my partner come back yet?’ I told her yes. She gave me the saddest smile I’d ever seen. ‘Thought so…” she said, looking down like I’d scolded her or something. I asked her if she wanted a room key, but she said she’d be fine. She didn’t want to make her partner mad by coming in late, or something. All she did was stuff a sack in her bag, then walk out. I came out a few minutes later. I don’t know how she figured it out, but she was sitting right outside her partner’s window. I wasn’t too worried, but it started to rain at eight, and when you took came in at 12 and told me a blonde person was sitting outside on a window ledge, I knew it was her. The poor thing must have finally gotten in; why else would her partner have come down to get her bag?”

“I can’t believe it.”

“I know, who could sit in the rain that-“

“Not that! I mean, you seriously thought he’s a girl?! That person was a guy!”

“No way! She had to be a she! There’s no way in hell a guy could look like that!”

“But didn’t he sound like a guy when you talked to him?!”

As the two continued to argue, Sasori slowly began to walk back to the room. Was it true? Had Deidara really sat out in the rain for 6 hours because he was 10 minutes late? That meant the kid had lied, probably to avoid Sasori getting madder at him.

Why was the brat late anyway? Maybe it had something to do with that package Deidara had supposedly stuffed into his bag. Sasori quickly set the bag down and opened it up. A small cloth sack was sitting on top of everything else. He pulled it out and unwrapped it. A knot formed in his stomach.

There were knives in the bag. The same kind that Tobi had broken, the same kind that he’d been looking for earlier. Deidara had been late because he’d been shopping for Sasori, and punished himself for it by sitting in the rain for 6 hours. After sticking the knives inside his bag so they wouldn’t get wet.

Sasori sighed. He was going to have to give that blonde a huge apology. He wrapped the knives back up, then walked the rest of the way to the room. What should he say? He quietly opened the door. “Deidara…”

The person in question was asleep on his bed. His body was curled up in a ball, and Sasori’s cloak was pulled tightly around him. Sasori walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He noticed the blonde hair was still damp. “He’ll catch a cold,” he thought to himself. As if it had a will of its own, his hand reached out and touched the blonde’s cheek. “He’s freezing.” Deidara’s eyes opened at the touch. “Danna?” he mumbled sleepily. Sasori stared at his partner.

Deidara looked at him with half-lidded eyes. “Am I in you bed, un?”

Sasori nodded.

Deidara shut his eyes completely before opening them again. “Thought so, un…” he sat up to move over to his own bed. Sasori pushed him down.

Deidara opened his eyes completely. “Danna?”

“You’re freezing cold,” Sasori stated, pulling the covers over both of them. Once they were tucked in, he pulled Deidara close to him.

Deidara fidgeted. “Danna, what are-“

“I’m warming you up with my body heat.”

Deidara tried to push away. “Danna, I fine, un. I was only out there a little while.”

“Since when is 6 hours a ‘little while’?”

Deidara stopped moving. So, Sasori knew…”Sorry, danna, un.”

“Don’t do it again.”

Deidara sighed and shut his eyes. “Don’t worry, I won’t be late again, un.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Deidara opened his eyes. Sasori was staring right at him. “I mean…even if you’re late, just come in. I don’t want you to freeze to death. Please don’t do this again.” Sasori looked at Deidara with a mixture of concern and…love?

Deidara smiled, and then snuggled closer. “You’re so warm, danna.”

Sasori smiled back, his body completely enveloping Deidara. “I’m not as good as a hot shower, though.”

“No,” whispered Deidara as he drifted off. “You’re better.”