The Flower That Blooms in the Darkness

"Nothing, really, un." Dei-chan said.

"Well, Kisame and I have some business to attend to." Itachi-chan spoke up.

"And I have to do some scouting." Sasori-chan said, still red from our last encounter.

I looked at Sasori-chan, and he looked away from my piercing gaze.

"Sasori-chan, I'm not mad at you. I know it was just an accident. And I accept your apology." I smiled at him encouragingly.

He hesitated, then smiled back.

Dei-chan and Itachi-chan looked confused.

"Don't worry, it's nothing you guys need to know about." I grinned at their expressions.

"Well, I should head out. See you, Natsumi-chan." Sasori-chan said and left, in full Akatsuki gear.

Itachi-chan nodded. "Kisame."

Suddenly, Kisame-kun was beside him. "We're leaving."

Kisame-kun left, same as Sasori-chan.

"Let me take your plate, Natsumi-chan." Dei-chan said, and went into the kitchen.

The minute Dei-chan was out of sight and earshot, Itachi-chan walked over to me and kissed me full on the mouth.

"That was for earlier. And there's more where that came from...when I get back. Be careful, Natsumi." He smirked.

I nodded, kind of dizzy. "See you later."

And with that, he was gone.

I sighed.

At least I have Dei-chan to keep me company.

He re-entered the room, and sat on the floor. "So, what do you want to do, un?"

"That depends. Where's everyone else?" I looked around.

"Well, everyone who isn't hung over is on a mission, un. Why, un?"

"Dei-chan...did you get drunk last night?" I asked slyly.

"N-no...." He blushed and looked away.

"Tell me the truth!" I pounced on him and started tickling him.

He started laughing.

"Natsumi-chan....I can't...breathe....!" He gasped.

"Oh! Whoops. Dei-chan, are you feeling okay?" I got up off of him.

The next thing I knew, I was under him.

"Gotcha!" He grinned, and started tickling me.

"Quit! Stop! Now!" I said through my laughter, closing my eyes.

Then it stopped.

"Dei-chan?" I asked, opening them. "I was -- "

I looked up into his face. He had on a serious expression, like he was debating something.

Then he leaned down, and pressed his lips into mine softly.