Hey guys! Guess who started writing on a whim last night? Me! Okay, so I need some feedback on this one. Is it too short? Not enough detail? Too much detail? Bad grammar? It was kind of late when I wrote this, and I think I've got a cold, so my head isn't quite as securely fastened to my body. Seriously guys, review, PM, flame, anything that I can pull either A) a compliment or B) some sort of critique out of would be absolutely amazing! And if you review, I might post the next chapter faster... I've already got a basic layout for the next couple chapters, so I'm not totally bluffing this time. :D

Konachi's POV

After being carried through several hallways in a long, twisted route to a bedroom – which I'm sure wasn't the direct route, since Blondey wasn't going to show me that – I was dumped on a bed in an entirely too orderly room. Seriously, if it wasn't for the incredible lack of dust, I'd swear no one lived here.

"My room is just through that door, so don't try anything, and don't touch any of Itachi's stuff, or he'll kill you," Deidara told me. I smirked.

"How do you know I won't do something horrible to you in your sleep?" I questioned evilly.

Deidara glared. "If you do, I'll kill you. And just so you know, we had orders to go easy on you before."

"Ha! Yeah right. That's why you blew a hole in my driveway, right? You were holding back?" I sneered. "I'll believe it when I see it, pretty-boy."

Deidara walked a little closer to me, placing his face less than a foot away from mine.

"Keep talking like that, and you will see, little weakling."

I growled in extreme anger at his statement and lashed out at him, but he dodged and smirked cruelly at me.

"Sleep well… and don't let the spiders bother you too much," he said in a mock sweet tone before turning and walking into his bedroom. I shivered and wrapped my arms around my torso. They had been watching me. I should have known to trust my instincts… especially since even Chi felt it. If Chi gets a premonition like this, it's something serious. I'm the only one that I know of who can sense the minor ones. I knew we shouldn't have blown it off as paranoia…

All failures of judgment aside, I was stuck with a fire-loving blonde and a red-headed puppeteer until further notice. As I started to ponder the possibilities of having a room connected to a pyromaniac, my thoughts drifted to more positive things – fireworks, mortars, explosions, fire… heh, maybe staying here won't be so bad after all. I smiled and fell soundly asleep for the first time in three months, dreaming of blowing things up and shooting off mortars and anything else fire related. Sweet bliss~

Chimoku's POV

After my day of staring up at the ceiling, my imagination going places no imagination has gone before… well, someone's probably been there before. That's not the point though. So, after a day of starting up at the ceiling, my imagination going places no imagination has gone before, I slowly curled up in a ball, the blankets cocooning around me, and drifted off into sleep.

When I woke up a few hours later, I realized that I had neglected to eat dinner with everyone, meaning Itachi hadn't eaten either, and since he's a guy, he's probably even hungrier than I am. After glancing over to make sure he was asleep – which, miraculously, he was – I unwrapped myself from the blankets and silently tiptoed out of my room, closing the door softly behind me. My feet padded down the hallways, and luckily, I was able to find my way to the kitchen again. I had the route fairly well memorized.

Now, what to make? It can't be loud or take a long time or put off a strong smell, because that would wake people up. I tapped my chin thoughtfully before deciding to make my mom's special sandwiches. I found all the necessary ingredients and heated a skillet, and about ten minutes later, I had two meals of a sandwich, a bag of chips, a glass of water, and best of all, a chocolate chip cookie in my hands. I'd have to make sure Konachi was eating properly too… if not, I'd have to start making three meals instead of two, along with getting Itachi to either show me where her room – well, actually, his room – is or take the food to her for me.

I balanced the plates and water glasses in my arms and slowly walked back to my bedroom, leaning back and silently opening the door with my foot – thank goodness for dance classes – and setting the food on the small table in the room. Then, glancing back over at Itachi to see that he was still asleep, I had a silent celebration of my victory. I had made it all the way to the kitchen, cooked food, and come all the way back without waking Itachi up! This was huge!

I was doing a silent little cheer thing when a voice interrupted my celebrations.

"What are you doing?"

I spun around to see Itachi sitting in his chair, staring at me. I coughed awkwardly.

"Um, nothing…"

Itachi gave me a look. I sighed, before smiling hugely, deciding to ride on the high of my accomplishment.

"I made it all the way to the kitchen and back without waking anyone, including you, up! And I made awesome food!" I said, posing proudly.

"Not quite," Itachi's voice said as another Itachi walked in from the door. My jaw dropped as I looked back and forth between Itachi one and Itachi two.


"I followed you to the kitchen but saw no harm in your actions, so I didn't interrupt you," Itachi two, who was still standing by the door, said. I frowned in confusion, and then pouted.

"I thought I did so well too…"

"Why did you make food in the first place?" Itachi one asked me, looking down at the meals from his sitting position.

"Because it's two in the morning and we missed dinner… and lunch for that matter. Are you not hungry?" I asked, worried I had gone to all that trouble for nothing.

Itachi number two disappeared and Itachi number one got out of his chair and sat on the floor at the table with me.

"The food is very nice, Chimoku." He looked at the sandwich oddly. "What is this?"

I grinned. "It's my mom's special recipe… it tastes a little different every time we make it, but it's always good."

Itachi nodded before awkwardly picking the sandwich up and beginning to eat it. I rolled my eyes, and Itachi gave me a questioning look.

I sighed and said, "Dude, you can't eat a sandwich like that. It's not supposed to be a delicate food. Actually grab it. I brought napkins to wipe off your hands, so don't be so proper. Seriously, loosen up."

Itachi smiled and continued eating his sandwich, but he never opened his chips or touched his cookie. Instead, he just watched me eat. I put my food down and stared at him.

"What?" he asked.

"Eat it," I ordered, gesturing towards his chips and cookie. He shook his head.

"I don't need all of it, Chimoku," he responded smoothly.

"I don't care," I returned. "You will not move from this table until you have consumed every bit of food I brought you."

"And how do you expect to keep me here?"

"It's only fair."

Itachi shot me a questioning look.

"You made me eat the toast thing a couple days ago, so now you have to eat your midnight meal," I told him. A small smile snuck onto Itachi's face again and he finished all of his food. I collected the dishes into one pile, looked at the door, and decided I didn't want to make another trip to the kitchen right now. So instead, I just pulled the table out of the way, along with all the dishes, and sat down in my bed again. Itachi sat next to me, and I leaned my head on his shoulder, trying not to fall asleep. He played with my hair – the same way my mom did all the time when I was little – until blackness took me, once again, from the conscious world, into an extraordinary land of adventures and heroics and, strangely enough, Konachi, playing with fire.