Tea and Cake ((Deidara)

[nena]

Amatersu was kneeling before a table, the account books for the tea house where spread all over the table. Once again they had several thousand yen over the budget, allowing everyone to live a life of luxury and allowing the house to afford extras of expensive items for the guests. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She hated math, it always gave her migraines. Ama called out to one of the serving girls to take away the books and bring her a small glass of the snow maiden sake. The girl bowed and quickly scampered around to obey her orders. Amatersu couldn't help but smile and shake her head. She placed her hand on the girls hand as she made a clumsy error. "Calm yourself young one, you have plenty of time. Don't worry dear, with a face like yours you're guaranteed a life as a geisha. Most likely a successful one as well." She said, her voice low and soothing as Ama allowed her sing song accent to creep into it. The girl blushed and bowed politely, running off with the books to fetch Ama's sake.

When she returned with it Amatersu downed it quickly and rose, the alchohal already taking the edge off her head ache. She bowed her head to the girl and dismissed her. She slipped on a purple kimono embellished with a cherry tree and sakura blossoms, having her dresser pick out a simple black obi. She allowed herself to be dressed and brushed a light layer of rice powder on her face and painted her lips red, shadowing in her eyes to give them that seductive air of mystery she was known for. Amatersu carefully glided out of the room, and floated down stairs greeting her patrons politely and stopping by in each room to check on her girls and to make sure the customers where behaving themselves.

While heading back upstairs, she turned slightly when one of the girls called out her name. The other geisha bowed low to her and Ama dipped her head in recognition. "Some one has requested your presence Mistress Nitta." Amatersu nodded and told the girl to tell the person to meet her in the Phoenix room. The girl bowed and ran off.

Ama's favorite room in the whole tea house other then her own, was probably the phoenix room. It was always the perfect temperature in there, and the decorations where beautiful. There were paintings all across the room of the legendary creature, along with a few gold carvings. The room always made her feel as though she had stepped into a fantasy room. Ama called in one of the maids to grab her red kimono and yellow obi and get the dresser. The maid ran off and within in 10 minutes, Ama's hair was pulled back in a bun laced with small gold threads, a simple gold comp placed in her hair. Her kimono and obi were tied and she was ready to great her guest. Ama knelt near the entrance, awaiting the company of her guest.

[Kakuzu]

Deidara was in awe, which was nothing short of an amazing feat for only Sasori-dono's art impressed Deidara the way he was impressed now. "That is art un.." The room Deidara was waiting in was absolutely breath taking beyond any measure. From it's finally painted walls with paintings of the legendary Phoenix, the art was simply breathtaking, it was almost as good as Sasori-dono's art but not quite as profound as his. Yet compared to Deidara's art it was mere child's play. Deidara began to make mental notes to himself about the kind of art that was used to make this piece. Deidara absorbed every single details in the room. It was such an awful shame that his job was to assassinate the lady. If she was the artist of these fine paintings then Deidara would have a hell of a time to try not to use massive explosives as not to harm these beautiful masterpieces that would have made Sasori-dono proud of being an artist himself.

Deidara took a deep breath as an extremely gorgeous woman walked in through one of the doors to the chamber. It was odd as in Deidara's head he could have easily correlated these outstanding paintings to the lady, as she herself looked as though she was a painting herself, that image was amplified a thousand times more with her red kimono and yellow obi and the golden threads and the golden comb made her seem as though she was a living phoenix. Deidara shook his head and composed himself once more, yet he was still drawn in by her sheer beauty. Deidara was not sure if she was the painter of these magnificent pieces or was she just emulating these fine masterpieces. "Lady Amatersu it is a pleasure to meet the painter of these magnificent paintings, yet this art is mere child's play compared to my own art which you will witness soon, the true art that is nothing but a fleeting moment."

Deidara was going to do as planned, Sasori was waiting outside as this was Deidara's charge. It was quiet odd how this bounty was given to Deidara rather than Kakuzu who seemed more of a natural to such missions. yet he was assigned this and it had to be done. Sasori hates waiting that means he had to do a swift job, yet in the meantime he will never forgive himself if he was to accidently harm these paintings. "Tsh! Such a shame Sasori-dono cannot see the beauty of these paintings, he would have appreciated it very much un."

[nena]

She entered slowly and bowed, muttering a quick apology about being late. She knelt close to him, offering a pot of tea. Amatersu smiled and nodded in thanks. "Thank you very much, but I am still learning. Your art must be stunning, I cannot wait to witness it," she gave him a knowing look, "But I would like to make a request to when you plan on showing me it. Do not harm my body, if you please, for I believe art should live on, even if the artist is no longer alive."

She poured herself a cup of tea, pouring him one as well just in case he decided to drink. Ama looked up at him calmly. Though she wasn't wanted dead by many except for rivaling geisha, there was no other reason for an Akatsuki to be in her shop. The existance of the Akatsuki wasn't exactly classified information, but it was still not commonly known. Amatersu had allies though, and they often became very intoxicated, revealing things they normally wouldn't. She smiled softly again. "Its a shame he can't be here. I would love to meet another wonderful artists."

[Kakuzu]

"Thank you very much, but I am still learning. Your art must be stunning, I cannot wait to witness it, But I would like to make a request to when you plan on showing me it. Do not harm my body, if you please, for I believe art should live on, even if the artist is no longer alive." Deidara listened intently to the beautiful Geisha as she spoke, her soft, feminine voice struck Deidara with every word she spoke, for him it was though he got an order to commit suicide. Killing this outstanding artist was a personal blow to Deidara. Perhaps Pein had purposely charged Deidara with this task as a form of punishment for being insolent. In any case as much as it annoyed Deidara to tears to have to dispose of this woman, it had to be done.

It was quite funny how the Geisha had asked Deidara not to hurt her body with his art, had she been informed of Deidara's abilities? If so how much did she already know about Akatsuki as a whole? Well that was all going to be known soon enough, but for now Deidara was going to take his time and question the Geisha implicitly about the information she knows. Deidara looked to the tea cup but did not touch it just in case there was a sleeping solution in it or worse poison. "So tell me about your views on art un.. You stated earlier that you wished to see my art un Well then brace yourself because this is gion to be a blast un." Deidara then dug his hand into his clay pouch and left his hand there whilst his hand mouths gnawed on the clay. A few moments later his hand exits from the bag and a tongue sticks out of his hand mouths revealing several dragonflies which began to take life, flapping their wings around. Once the dragonflies flew at a safe distance from the pair Deidara placed his index and middle finger in front of his face and exclaimed "KATSU!" With that the dragonflies imploded with a loud blast. "This is true art the beauty of it is in it's fleeting moments un." Deidara had began to become excited as his hand concealed in his cloak began gnawing at more clay and a giant centipede began to wriggle out of his sleeve and sneak around the chair to explode on Deidara's command.

[nena]

As if hearing his thoughts she smiled a bit. "There is nothing in the tea. she took a sip of hers, then his just to show him. "See?" Amatersu searched his face, seeing the questions pop up in his eyes. "I know of you and your organization. I have many shinobi that come in here with their tongues loosened by alcohol. Such ugly inartistic fools as well. I also know your ability involves exploding clay. And I shall assume that is how you shall kill me. But may I ask you something first?"

She watched the clay dragon flies with a bit of amusement, her eyes shining as it exploded. She smiled widely. "That was beautiful. Yet still, I beg of you. Do not harm my body when you kill me." She stroked the centipede on her chair. She knew exactly what he was here for, all she wanted to know was why.

[Kakuzu]

Deidara glanced towards the Geisha as she sipped from the tea confirming that the tea was in fact not poisoned as Deidara thought. "See." Deidara grunted and nodded, "I see un." The Geisha impressed Deidara more and more as she spoke, the way she carried herself in front of the Akatsuki terrorist was just outstanding for someone who knew exactly who he was she did not outrightly showed any signs of fear, on contraire she showed signs of hospitality. Deidara sipped on his tea as he watched the Geisha closely. "I know of you and your organization. I have many shinobi that come in here with their tongues loosened by alcohol. Such ugly inartistic fools as well. I also know your ability involves exploding clay. And I shall assume that is how you shall kill me. But may I ask you something first?" Deidara spluttered and spilled some of his tea but quickly composed himself.

Deidara then rose to his feet hastily and cried, "What the hell do you know about art un? You little, inbred, inartistic little s***t un?" The most thing that annoyed Deidara was people who spoke of art but do not have an inkling of a clue what true art is. "Art is but a fleeting moment that is true art. That is my art." Deodara had to quickly step it up a notch as Sasori-dono would most probably be livid with Deidara at the moment for taking such a long time. Desipite the fact that Sasori's art is eternal the man has no patience at all. "I see you are liking my art more and more un?" Deidara watched as the geisha stroked the centipide that began to slither around the chair attempting to hold her in place. "Now without further ado I'll show you the true beauty of my art un. KATSU!" Deidara placed his middle and index finger in front of his face, with a psychotic grin etched on his face.

This was a moderartly low explosive Deidara was going to merely test the Geisha's true ability in art before he killed her. The question was not whether he will spare her or not but how will her art save her from the psychotic Akatsuki terrorist.

OOC: I'm so sorry this took me so long I have been under a horrid spell of depression. I am better now so I will be active on a daily basis now.