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For the next few weeks, Pein kept all the Akatsuki members at home. Their base was badly damaged, and they needed everyone there to repair headquarters as quickly as possible. It sounded simple enough.

However, trying to manage construction while keeping an eye on six children is much easier said then done.

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“Ack! Boom, get away from that, un!” Deidara ordered, grabbing his daughter before she had a chance to touch the blades of a power saw. The girl immediately began whimpering, but Deidara’s face remained impassive. “No, un,” he said firmly, carrying her out of the entryway and into the living room, where Ahato was crawling around. “Now be a good little firework and play with your sister, ok?” he set the girl down, allowing her to crawl towards her twin.

“Hey, blondie,” Hidan called out, carrying his son into the room. Amaifuyu’s dark green shirt and black pants were a sharp contrast to the bright blue shirts and shorts the twins were wearing. “Keep an eye on Amaifuyu, will ya?”

“Why, un?”

“Because someone has to keep a Jashin-damned eye on the kids, and since you’re sitting on your ass already it may as well be you,” Hidan replied, dropping his kid onto the couch before the sculptor could protest.

“Great, un,” Deidara muttered as Hidan walked off, presumably to either bug Kakuzu or help with the repairs. His money was on the first choice.

He sighed and set the male toddler on the floor. No point in letting the kid roll off the couch and crack his skull. He wondered if Amaifuyu was immortal like Hidan or not. Probably not; he could vaguely recall the masochist bragging about immortality being Jashin’s gift to him-

His mind was tugged back to reality by the sound of Amaifuyu yowling. He looked to the male and saw that Boom had crawled on top of him and was holding him down, while Ahato was tugging on his hair. “Be nice,” Deidara commanded, wrapping an arm around each girl and pulling them into his lap. The girls immediately began crying, while Amaifuyu crawled away. “This is going to be a long day, un,” the blonde muttered.

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“Heki?! Heki, where are you?!” Konan called out frantically.

“He’s right here,” Pein said in an annoyed tone, walking into the hall and carrying Heki in his arms. “I told you, we were going into the kitchen for lunch.”

“Heki!” Konan squealed, plucking her son out of Pein’s arms and hugging him to her chest.

“You are going to give him mental problems later on if you act like this every time he’s not around you,” Pein muttered, shaking his head. “And where is Hakushi?”

“In our room! Their naptime is 1 p.m., and it is now 1 p.m. and thirty-two seconds!” Konan snapped, spinning on her heels and making a beeline for the bedroom.

“Why do you have to let her have kids?” Pein asked himself. “you could have gotten her a puppy, or a monkey! But no, you had to go and knock her up, didn’t you?” Continuing his self-berating, the leader wandered off to see hwo the repairs were coming.

Not well, as it turned out.

Sasori kept stealing pieces of timber, claiming they would be perfect for his puppets, Kakuzu had taken half the supplies back to the hardware store for a refund, claiming that they obviously could have found cheaper products if they had looked hard enough, and Tobi, the only one who appeared to be doing anything, had managed to nail the front door shut.

Pein could have cried. “’Go into politics’, mother said. ‘You would make a wonderful leader,’ she said. Why did I have to go off and start a criminal organization?” Grumbling, he walked forward, intent on at least trying to get the others to work.

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“Tenshi, you have to get up.”

The girl poked her head out from under the blankets, staring at her father with dull, listless eyes. “Come on sweetie,” Itachi murmured, picking the girl up and holding her close. The blue-haired female gripped the fabric of her father’s shirt tightly as she was carried out of the room.

Itachi took her into the now-vacant living room, sitting down on the couch. “Tenshi, are you hungry?” he asked quietly.

The girl shook her head. “Do you want to go outside?” Another no. “Do you just want to play here for a while?” A pause, then a nod. The Uchiha set his daughter on the ground, allowing her to walk off and grab a doll from the pile of toys that had managed to accumulate in the corner of the room.

The sound of Deidara laughing suddenly cut through the air, and seconds later the blonde appeared, holding his daughters. “All right, you can play now, un,” he said, putting the girls on the floor and allowing them to crawl around the floor.

He smiled, watching the twins for a moment, before turning and walking towards the couch. It was then that he noticed Itachi and Tenshi.

His smile disappeared, and he quietly made his way over to the weasel. “How is she, un?” the sculptor asked, concern on his face as he sat by the weasel.

“The same,” Itachi answered, eyes never leaving his daughter.

“She won’t even talk, un?”

“No.”

The blonde looked to the eldest child, who was turning the doll over in her hands, mouth set in a frown, eyes half-lidded. “I know it doesn’t help much, but Sasori and I are deeply in her debt, un. Without her, Ahato and Boom would be gone right now.”

“She still can’t wrap her mind around that,” Itachi stated plainly, a pained look crossing his face. He may have been a cold-hearted murderer, but seeing his own child this hurt twisted him up on the inside. “All she knows is she lost control and killed two people.”

“What are you going to do, un?”

“Hn,” Itachi replied, falling back against the couch and sighing.

Deidara’s attention was momentarily dragged away from his friend when he saw Boom grab the edge of the coffee table and pull herself to her feet. He couldn’t help but grin widely as the girl slowly began walking across the room. She’d been trying to walk for several weeks now, and was finally getting the hang of it.

The redhead toddled across the room, heading straight for Tenshi. Both Deidara and Itachi watched in silence as the girl stepped right beside the Uchiha’s child, then fell forward into her laugh. Tenshi made no move, and all Boom did was grin and laugh happily.

Suddenly, Tenshi began sniffling. Moments later, tears were running down her cheeks, and she was crying. Seeing and hearing the pain her friend was in, Boom began sobbing as well. “Crap, un,’ Deidara muttered, rising from the couch along with Itachi and hurrying to the children.

Itachi picked up his daughter, rocking her gently in his arms. “Let’s go,” he said, walking towards the hall.

“No!” Tenshi cried. Both the weasel and artist started when they heard Tenshi speak. “Please daddy,” she went on, “can I stay and play with Ahato and Boom?”

The weasel looked to the blonde, who nodded his head. “Yes,” Itachi replied, setting the child down on the ground.

Deidara soon put Boom on the floor as well, and in only moments the girls were playing together. Ahato, sensing that her sister was getting more attention than her, hurried across the room and did her best to tackle the blue-haired child. Picking up her cue, Boom grabbed Tenshi’s hair, tugging the thick locks and successfully bringing the child to the ground. Ahato sat on the elder child, while Boom pulled on her arms, as if wanting to see if the limbs would pop off. “Your children are going to grow up to be the terrors of this base,” Itachi stated plainly.

“But they’re too cute to be hated for it, un,” Deidara said smugly.

Despite her obvious discomfort, Tenshi laughed from under Ahato, who giggled in response. “Do you mind if I leave Tenshi with those two for a bit?” Itachi asked.

“Don’t see why not, un,” Deidara said with a shrug.

Permission given, Itachi rose and left, wordless thanks in his eyes.

Deidara sat back down on the couch, staring at the three girls in his charge. “With Tenshi’s brains and Ahato and Boom’s tag team skills, they’re gonna terrorize the whole world, un,” he said, smirking at the thought.