The Last Song

A/N: Did I say they're getting ready for a concert in the last chapter? Sorry, it's a photo shoot. ^_^; Sorry for any spelling mistakes, my spell check isn't working and I'm a partial dyslexic. XD

Chapter Two: Because Two Plus Two Equals Fish Damn It!
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“Hidan, you do realize this is illegal, right?”

“No shit Sherlock! Why else did I tell you to wear all black?”

Deidara sighed and picked at the itchy turtleneck he was stuck wearing. Apparently Hidan had broken into his house before they left for the concert and grabbed a bunch of his clothes to wear. Unfortunately Hidan had no idea what he had been grabbing and taken most of the stupid sweaters his mother insisted he wear. At least the pants were okay.

He glanced back to where Hidan was cutting a hole in the fence surrounding the tou rbus parking lot. This was not going to end well. Deidara glanced at the night sky and sighed. Why couldn't Hidan be a normal sort of guy who let him sleep through the whole night and didn't wake him up for strange schemes involving wire cutters and itchy sweaters?

“Yes, we're through! Now let's get back before Kakuzu realizes I snuck out.” Hidan smirked standing up and placing a trash can in front of the new hole in the fence.

“How are you going to explain how you found the hole again, un?” Deidara questioned as he was handed the tools and stood up as well.

“I'll work it out, don't worry, now hurry your ass up!”

Deidara rolled his eyes and followed him back to the hotel. He just hoped he would be able ot get in another hours sleep before the sun came up. He hated waking up tired. As they turned the corner heading towards the van, he glanced back and noticed a light in the tourbus. Vaguely he wondered who was awake before being shoved into the van and driven away.
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“One, two, three, four,” The deep voice counted softly, the sound vanishing as soon as it got an inch away from the source. A candle's light bobbed in the wind created from the movement of the man's hand as he worked silently in the night.

A door suddenly opened near the back of the bus and a man wearing black boxers and an opened blue robe stepped out. “Sasori, we told you to stop staying up all night. You're getting bags under your eyes.”

Sasori snorted, but continued his work. “Its none of your business what I do in my spare time Itachi.”

Suddenly a scream echoed throughout the bus and Tobi scrambled into the room and clung desperately onto Itachi's back, the polka-dotted pahamas he had on getting wrinkled in the process. Itachi sighed and knocked him off. “Tobi, its five in the morning and I'm sure you just woke Sasuke and Zetsu up. What is wrong this time?”

He pointed a trembling finger at Sasori. “Hiruko got out again!” He squeaked in fear. “I'm not going back in there! Ever!” His maskless face showed a trembling bottom lip and deep black eyes brimming over with tears.

Sasori stood up and went into the bunk room before reappearing with a small glass box seconds later. “Tobi, for the last time she hasn't escaped. She's right here.” He held up the box into the rising sunlight to show off the gleaming black scorpion inside stitting on a plastic rock. “Stop panicking every time you think something crawls over your feet.”

Tobi swallowed and tentatively poked the case. “Oh...okay then!” He ran back into the bunk room his mood magically lifted, almost colliding with a sleepy eyed Sasuke who had just walked out. Said teenager yawned and slumped into a chair.

“Did the scorpion magically get out of her cage again?”

“What else? Sorry he woke you up again Sasuke,” Sasori said as he set his precious pet down on the table. A smile ghosted over his lips as he lifted the lid a bit to slip in some crickets for her meal. Nothing cheered him up quite like Hiruko did. She was always there and never did anything to cause him anger, like several of the people on the bus he could mention. After successfully feeding her he sat back down to whittle away at his latest marionette.

Sasuke raised a brow as his brother handed him a glass of orange juice. “I still say you have one weird ass hobby Sasori. I mean you're in a cool band, have an awesome sense of style, and yet you play with dolls.”

“They're not dolls, they're marionettes, and they are creatures of art. Not many people on this planet have the skill to work one, let alone make one. Besides, at least I don't have three boxes of Pokemon cards stashed in my bunk,” Sasori looked up at him with a smirk. Sasuke blushed a little and hurriedly sipped at his juice so he wouldn't have to reply.

Itachi chuckled and took a seat next to his brother so he could ruffle his hair up. “He got you there. Anyway, why did you wake up at like, four to work on that thing? Isn't it almost finished?”

“I didn't get up to work on it, I was woken up by my cell phone ringing and couldn't get back to sleep.” Sasori replied as he went over to the mini fridge to help himself to an apple. “Not that its any of your business or anything, but my cousin may or may not show up. He ran away again.”

Itachi sighed and scratched at his long hair. He would have to wash it again soon, it was getting gross from so many shows in a row. “Again? We have two shows left at this arena then we're supposed to stay put for a week while everything gets packed up before flying home. Why would he come all the way here if we aren't even going to be here that long?”

Sasori shrugged and took a bite of his breakfast. “You know how that kid is. He'll probably show up at lunch and leave in the middle of the night.”

Zetsu stepped out rubbing his eyes. Tobi had obviously woken him up as well. “I'm going to eat him one day if he keeps doing that. Good morning everyone, sleep well?” He pulled out a package of microwavable bacon and placed it inside the microwave that sat on their tiny counter to heat up. Sasori's nose wrinkled at what he found to be a very unpleasent smell in the morning. You'd think he be used it by now having toured with the carnivorous man for five months now, and six the previous year. Still, there are some things in life a person can't get used to, and for Sasori that was the smell of bacon in the morning.

“If you eat him you'll get a stomach ache,” Itachi said calmly. “Good morning as well though. By the way, did you fix that string yet? You may not have time later since we have that photo shoot after lunch.”

Zetsu nodded eagerly watching the turntable spin with his food on it. “Yes, I fixed it before I went to bed. The bass is as good as new.” The microwave dinged and he quickly pulled the only half-real meat out to munch on.

Sasuke cringed at the messy sight. No matter how often he witnessed the man eat, the sight never got any better. “Why do we have to have a photo shoot at the end of a tour? We all look bad and the manager always complains about it. I don't get it.” He said looking away from Zetsu and focused on his brother.

“Because the fans insist that there be a million photos online of us to drool over,” Sasori replied for Itachi, putting away his project in the small storage space beside the door for the day. There was no use working on it anymore with the rest of he band awake. Sasori didn't like having people watch him work. “If not they go crazy and kill themselves.”

“Oh, and that's a bad thing why?” Sasuke chuckled leaning him head on his hand. He yawned and stood up. “I might as well go get dressed.” He went into the bunkroom stretching his arms out.

Sasori took his seat at the table and took a sip from a glass of water he had sat there earlier before Itachi had come to see what he was up to. His thoughts drifted over how he did not look forward to the photo shoot and what exactly Itachi was going to force him to wear for it. Itachi may be the leader of their group, but that did not entitle him to take charge of everyone's wardrobe. Last time Sasori had avoided having to wear a bright orange shirt with horrible yellow pants. That level of brightness was just wrong on anyone.

As they group enjoyed their breakfast and quiet time before Tobi graced them with his presence once more, there came a knock at the door. Sasori gave Itachi a look and went to answer. As soon as he opened the door a boy hopped inside and took a seat on the floor away from everyone else. Sasori went back to sit down as he looked over his youngest and oddest cousin. Even though they had quite an age difference, Sasori was quite fond of Gaara, although he couldn't say the same from the teen's point of view. Gaara was fond of absolutely nothing.

“Are you hungry?”

Gaara looked away and continued to ignore them all. Sasori shrugged and went back to talking to Itachi about a song he had come up with. A few minutes later a huge crash indicated Tobi had finally decided to wake up, and sure enough he waltzed into the room with a pair of pants on his head like a hat singing about fish. No one said a word. They knew better than to ask. Nothing else really big happened until noon when they left for the photo shoot. Sasori told Gaara to behave, picked out some cool clothes, and left.

And that's when things got weird.

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“Whoa whoa whoa, so you just happened to be walking by and stumbled upon this haphazardly clipped hole in the fence when?”

Hidan shrugged as he pulled the trashcan away from the hole he and Deidara had made earlier. “Does it really matter? Now we can get in close to the band and hang out, ya know? Stupid fucking fence probably deserved it.” He dropped the can to the side and kicked it before scrabbling through the hole.

Deidara sighed and he crawled through next. “If we get into trouble I'm so never going to forgive you, un,” He swore as his arm caught on part of the jagged edge, creating a nice long scratch. He stood up and tried to blot the blood with his sleeve, and only succeeded in smearing it. Perfect. Now he looked really stupid. Stepping away from the hole so Kakuzu could get through he noticed the door of the tour bus open and the lead singer guy step out. “Uh guys, we better hide or something quick, un,”

Kisame squeaked from his place caught between the fence and the ground. Hidan rolled his eyes. “Shut up, its not like he can see us over here, so hurry the fuck up. I don't want to waste all day so you can slide your fat ass through.”

The blonde chuckled as Kisame wormed his way through while staring at the coolly smoking man next to the bus. He'd never seen Kisame crush so hard for anyone, not even that guy he dated a few years back. Personally he found it hilarious. His usually calm-headed friend was a fan girl deep down inside. What could be more brilliant?

“Come on, let's go before some dumb ass cop sees us.”

Deidara sighed and helped his friend up and they followed Hidan. Somehow or another they snuck around the the opposite side of the bus from the one Itachi was smoking on and watched from underneath as the rest of the band hopped out and walked away somewhere. A cop was patrolling the area and after about an hour of boring sitting and waiting he finally left. Hidan grinned triumphantly. Deidara only rolled his eyes knowing what came next. Somehow he knew he was going to get arrested or hurt by the end of it. He wasn't looking forward to it.

They stood up and crept back around to the other side. Hidan kicked at the door and surprisingly it opened. Deidara nodded. Made sense, since no one would have expected a group pf idiots to break in. Hidan jumped up inside, followed by Kakuzu, and Deidara and Kisame made the lead.

That's when Hidan found a rather large knife pressed up against his throat.

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“I hate photo shoots,” Sasuke scowled as they made their way back to the bus. “I'm all sweaty from the lights and in an hour we have to go on stage. Don't the managers realize how bad this is for us?” He picked at the now stained t-shirt he had thrown on. “Now I need to change.”

“Sasuke you should know by now that all they care about is the money we make them,” Sasori replied wiping at his brow with his red bandanna. “If you love the music enough it shouldn't matter though, so stop complaining already.”

The youngest in the group sighed and crossed his arms across his chest. “I know, I know. I still find it annoying.” He mumbled the last part to himself with a huff. Itachi smacked him on the back of the head to shut him up, causing the teen to swear.

Sasori chuckled at the childish behavior and watched as Zetsu reached out to grab Tobi by his collar before he ran after a squirrel nearby. He didn't mind the shoots really, besides Itachi's choice of clothes (blue t-shirt with maroon pants this time). They gave him a chance to please his fans and got more people interested in Heaven's Avengers. With more people interested, more people bought their CDs, and with every copy sold the more people knew about him and his art. Not the music, but the puppets he sold online to eager fans. That was what mattered to him, creating art that lasted forever. Music, puppets, they were both equal in that sense.

Itachi's tired yawning seemed to snap something in the calm air and a loud scream echoed throughout the area. Sasori sighed. “Sounds like Gaara's made a new friend.”

“I hope its not a bouncer again. He's scared two for life already and one refuses to ever set foot in an arena again,” Itachi said as they approached the bus. He reached up to pull his long hair back and straightened out his shirt. He still looked impeccable even after a photo shoot. Sasori never would figure out how he did it.

“Does this mean I get to see blood?” Zetsu said with glee.

“I don't want to see any blood!” Tobi shrieked with fear causing Itachi to yell at Zetsu for scaring his cousin again. Sasori ignored the bickering and climbed onto the bus, only to be pounced on by a frightened man with blue hair. His eyes widened and he glanced around him to see three others in the room being glared to death by Gaara who had found the kitchen utensils. Interesting.

Itachi stepped on and frowned at the scene. “What are you doing here?”

The blue haired man leapt away from him faster than he had jumped at him and made a small 'eep'. “W-we're so sorry! It was all Hidan's idea, I swear!”

A man with pale skin huffed. “Well you didn't have to follow me dumb ass, now did you? Stupid fuck! Why do you always blame everything on me for?”

“Because its always you who gets us in these situations, un,”

Sasori's eyes moved to the source of the voice. He noticed the long blonde hair and recognition filled him. “You're those guys from last night, aren't you?” That's right, that was the kid who kept asking him questions when he was totally exhausted and just wanted to be left alone. What were they doing here?

Blonde nodded. “Yeah, sorry un. The asshole Hidan there decided it'd be 'fun' to check out the bus while you were all away. We didn't realize you had a guard in here,” Oh right, Gaara.

“Gaara please put the knife down,” Sasori said calmly looking at his cousin. Gaara glared at him and stabbed the utensil in the wall before sitting down in the same spot on the floor. Blue haired guy seemed to relax a little seeing the knife out of his hands. “I thought you didn't kill innocent people anymore.” Blue haired guy stiffened again causing him to smirk

“They were loud and I was bored,” The teen replied simply and looked away his mind obviously elsewhere.

Sasori decided it wasn't worth going into any farther and looked back at the 'guests'. They looked like a bunch of punks with faulty personalities, not that he could say anything about that in the group he hung out with. The petite blonde was watching him out of the corner of his eyes (well he guessed eyes, he couldn't see the left one because of all that long hair). Sasori decided to ignore that look for now. The man he know knew as Hidan was arguing with the tall guy in a mask. Brash, irresponsible, and thick-headed alright, the perfect trouble maker. Tall guy argued right back. Not much to say about him yet. He might just turn out sane.

“Have you learned to speak yet?” Itachi was saying with a small smile to the man who had jumped into Sasori's arms. Blue haired guy mumbled something incomprehensible causing the singer to chuckle. Sasori rolled his eyes in disgust. It was just like the man to have interest in someone like that. Which meant the little group might be around longer than Sasori would have liked.

Great.

It might have been better if he had just let Gaara kill them all.
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A/N: A little shorter than the last chapter, but a lot longer than I normally write. Heh, go me! Please review so I know what you think, okay? ^_^ Oh, and sorry for some OOCness, but hey, they're not ninja in this and its my story, so Sasuke can be a brat and Kisame can be a love struck idiot. I adore love-struck Kisame though, don't you? He amuses me greatly! XD And don't ask about the title, I just got bored.

Next Chapter: The two sides have finally met! With a concert soon, they must split ways for awhile though...and then they meet again! Will Deidara do something to catch Sasori's attention? Or just start a fight instead? Find out next time in The Last Song. Thank-you, please come again.