Why did he get involved? Lost in thought, he looked up at the sky. Clouds pushed into his field of vision and covered the moon, which Itachi visited every now and then when he was overwhelmed by the situation, the missions, the demands and the overwhelming demands in this chaotic heap.

As he fiddled with the misshapen wood, he seriously wondered how Konan - the only woman, I suppose - was still holding up with them. Did the last night's encounter in the leader's office have anything to do with it? He knew that you weren't allowed to listen, but Hidan had done it anyway - at least he had tried, but her leader would not be her leader if he had - however - equipped the door with a sensor that detects the foreign chakra at the smallest Could locate touch. So he had to rely on the Jashinist's vivid imagination, who must have seen one hand too much disappear into his colleague's hair before the leader closed her lips with his and slammed the door on him - Hidan - as if he had he - the leader - has a seventh sense for it.

He sighed once because - careless as he was - he had slipped his knife terribly. He didn't care about the injury on his finger. Much more important was the name on the tiny piece of parchment that had turned to the ashes that still glowed slightly at his feet.

Deidara.

Damn it, he'd drawn his ore rival and had no idea what to get him. How should he give him - Deidara - a work of art that he himself doubted in his artistic convictions? Just as he desperately lifted his head to be comforted by the sight of the cleared cloud front, all of a sudden a tiny shooting star flared up and he knew what he was going to get him.

He went to work immediately, painted and varnished the wood in his hand, made it fine and supple, sealed the paint and touched up before he held it in his hands, sparkling and sparkling.

A shooting star.

'Because the moment is eternal - Sasori.'