Dont-let-go--Hold-on

A few days ago, Hidan had been in Deidara's room while Deidara was on a mission. Himself he thought he too was an artist, though it never was clear to him before that day how different his and the blondes perceptions of art were. As a 'token', reminder, what you'd call it, he had taken one of the clay birds standing on Deidara's desk and brought it to his own room. He knew the young blonde would probably get pissed that he 'stole' some of his 'art', but he didn't care. he had hid it well in his room, and today he was going out on yet another bounty mission with Kakuzu. He sighed as he closed the door. Kakuzu tugged him along before he could e