"She will sleep in my room.", Suddenly the black-haired man answered, neutral.

Deidara leaned forward slightly, unintentionally, startled. He would not have expected Itachi of all people to offer his room to a girl.

"That, that's not possible, un.", Argued the blonde against it, with a shocked expression on his face.

Itachi shrugged.

"You can't both sleep in the same room, huh."

Kiriko, who was apparently completely confused because she couldn't see anything, swayed between the two. She was happy when Itachi intervened and she didn't have to decide which room to sleep in. Although, she didn't mind at all if she shared a room with the black-haired man. That was how it looked in their respect. But she preferred to hold back for the time being before anyone got it wrong.

“Who says I'll stay in a room with her, I'll sleep in the living room.” Itachi behaved very nobly and gave his room to Kiriko.

Deidara immediately put on a satisfied face.

"Well, if this is clarified now, I'll bring you into the room.", The black-haired explained expressionlessly.

Itachi went one step ahead - turned his back on Deidara - and helped her with the stairs, as there was one staircase in the living room and one in the kitchen. It was good that Kikriko was clinging to Itachi's arm so he didn't have to take her hand.

While Itachi accompanied Kiriko into the room, Deidara went frustratingly into the living room and sat down on an armchair with a sigh.

The blond barely noticed that Sasori and Hidan were fighting - right in front of his nose.

"Deidara," the redhead choked out. Finally he had to try again and again to free himself from Hidan's claws because he kept reaching for his throat with a cheeky grin. So to speak, Hidan was contentious.

"I know Sasori, un.", He sighed.

"Help me." Sasori called dryly."But nobody wants me. Why? What's wrong with me, huh?"

Oh dear. Deidara was almost sinking into self-pity.

"Come on, come on," the victim yelled angrily.

Out of the blue the blonde rose resolutely from the armchair, clenched a fist - away from his face - and looked resolutely at the ceiling.

"You're right, Sasori. I shouldn't mop up. I'm not giving up, yeah.", Deidara spoke more to himself than to his interlocutor, who was soon a meter underground.

"I'll check the Internet at Never-Alone-Again. Com, yeah. Thanks Sasori, un." Shortly after saying this, he hurried up to his room and followed his plans.

No sooner had he got to the top than the doorbell rang again. Hidan, who reacted immediately, turned his head slightly to the front door and grinned.

"I'll answer it.", He called - unnecessarily, pushed Sasori backwards so that he rolled backwards and the white-gray-haired man ran quickly to the door.

When he opened the door he saw a soaked beauty with beige-brown hair - tied in a ponytail - long hair. After all, it was bad rainy weather that soon subsided. The girl, however, had already caught it. Hidan looked at her with astonished, large plate eyes. How her clothes clung to her slim, petite body. She wore a neon yellow tank top, underneath it was a red bust strap that looked as good as a bikini. She also had short jeans that were almost as short as the bikini line.

“Wohohoho, what's that hot sled?” Hidan, who was known for his bullying tour, was also a pervert. Especially when it was women with daring clothes. His mouth was soon watering when the girl didn't change.

Still staring, the white-gray-haired man didn't even ask her in, but looked at her lustfully.

"Hello, I'm Kiki.", She introduced herself, held out her hand to him and didn't notice his looks at all.She was actually used to being stared at like that. Your body was the focus.

Instead of looking at her face, he examined her body, at the same time he shook hands with her and shook it slightly disheveled.

"Hidan," he muttered absently.

But the cursing man noticed how wrong he was behaving, looked up at her and looked into her eyes.

“Pull yourself together, Hidan.” So he slapped himself lightly and shook his head violently.

The beige-haired woman eyed him with a scrutinizing look. "Are you okay?"

Hidan nodded silently, pretending it was normal for him.

“Come in, you'll get sick otherwise.” But instead of her entering herself, he immediately pulled her arm while she pulled her suitcase into it. Immediately he smiled at Kiki.

"Thank you. Um ... where is the bathroom here?" She asked shyly, as the place was still a bit strange to her, or rather, the house and the people, which consisted only of men. She looked around and found that there was no other girl here. They were probably already in their room and thought nothing more.

"Excuse me for a moment," he asked her kindly and raised his hands so that his palms were pointing at her and she shouldn't move from the spot.

He ran quickly towards the redhead, who was still on the ground and gasping for breath. He quickly helped his victim and turned his head to the girl. "Hey, hey, Sasori. Do you see that hot sweeper there? It will soon be mine." Hidan grinned cheekily, he just wanted to make Sasori jealous.

Kiki didn't notice how Hidan and Sasori were gossiping about them and looked around to see where the bathroom might be. She was gradually freezing, each time her hands were placed on her present upper amren, where she rubbed it to give herself some warmth.

The redhead clearly showed that he had no interest in what bothered the white-gray-haired man, as we know, he liked to tease his roommates and ultimately beat them up."So what? Do you want to wipe me out?" The redhead croaked, disinterested.

Meanwhile, Kiko and her companion were in Itachi's room. The black-haired man put her suitcase down next to a narrow cupboard and watched Kiko. “Is that your room?” Kiko felt her way carefully, not wanting to stumble. Itachi said yes. She found out what the room looked like. "It's painted a light blue, the bed is on the corner and there is a cupboard next to the door. On the right is the window, next to it is a desk." She smiled. This is what his room looked like. Although he didn't like the bright blue that much, it was Hidan's idea. Apparently she'll like it here, where Itachi was also present.

“I'm sorry for the delay.” Immediately afterwards he let Sasori lie on the floor again and hurried back to Kiki. “I'll show you the bathroom and right after that your new room.” Meanwhile, he put his palm on her back and gently pushed her a step forward. Kiki looked back slightly - to his hand. She shrugged her shoulders and thanked them warmly.

As soon as they got to the stairs, she saw the weakened Tobi, who kept moaning.

"It's okay, don't bother. This is a must for him." He tried convincingly to get her attention again. You could tell by the white-gray-haired man that he was annoyed because Tobi was in the way and her attention was lost on him.

"Yes, but ..." Before she could even help, Hidan pushed her up the stairs. It wasn't really her thing to let someone lie on the floor, but since it was her first day and Hidan said that, she couldn't help it either.

"My suitcase," she said, shakily, as the wind kept blowing in through the window and she was more cold than ever in her wet clothes.

"It's okay. Go upstairs. I'll do it."Although Hidan looked very friendly, it was just a facade.

She obeyed him, for this time, and shivered up the stairs. Shortly afterwards he took her suitcase, swung it on his shoulder and climbed the stairs as well. When he reached the top he put it down. "Left. The second door is the bathroom."

She was relieved that she was finally allowed to go into the bathroom and immediately hurried there. But when she arrived and opened the bathroom, it was less pleasant. She screamed and saw a naked man from behind. She raised her hands in shock to her mouth.

Without further ado, the white-gray-haired man came running up to her.

"Ding - Dong". The doorbell rang again.

"Can someone open it?", Sasori called out with a croak, holding up his arm. Nobody answered him. He sighed. Took his last strength and forcibly sat up. Hidan had exaggerated. “He pounded me for 20 minutes.” The redhead put his palms on his face and rubbed himself awake. According to him, he got up and went to the door. He opened it.

Three girls stood by the front door - drier than the previous girl - and shivered. “Why do all the girls just wear summer clothes?” Most likely, the traveling girls thought it was warm in L.A. or it was warm there before they left.

The one in the middle had black, curly hair with heavily made-up eyes. She went in first, Sasori had to step aside, apparently not ready to push through the narrow gap on him.

"Miharu. Where is my room?" She asked blankly, neutrally. Maybe she thought he was asking for her name when he didn't even ask for it. The redhead eyed her suspiciously, found her pretty straightforward, he realized.

Correspondingly afterwards, he turned to the other two girls. One had eye-catching red, long, wavy hair and looked quite seductive, which caught his eye.The other, however, who was standing behind the red-haired one - half hidden - peeked her head slightly towards Sasori. She had brown hair and dark green eyes, which caught his eye quite a bit. At least these three girls were pretty pretty, but they weren't his cup of tea.

"Come in.", He said bored and cleared the way. It sounded more like an order, which the redhead didn't like at all.

"Was that an order?" The redhead hissed at him lightly.

"Hello?!? You with the red hair. Where is my room?", Miharu grumbled.

The brown-haired woman, however, remained calm, said nothing, but fixed her gaze on a boy who had apparently fallen down the stairs. She promptly hurried to him, left her suitcase at the front door and ran to the poor boy.