You walked up to the bucket and started feeling around. There was way too much stuff in there to really give this any thought. You decided to just grab something. After raising it up out of the bucket you looked at it. In your hand was a small clay heart that had been intricately painted. "Deidara, is this yours?"
"Hm? Yeah, it is, my man Sasori painted it though. I don't have time for that." He stood up from the couch and started walking towards the closet. "I'd be careful with that heart though, it's made of c4, so it will explode, yeah."
Jiraiya looked a little nervous. "I'll take that deadly heart off of your hands. Being locked in the closet with an Akatsuki member is going to be dangerous enough." He carefully took the heart from you and led you to the closet. "Have fun in there, no blood shed okay, we're at a truce, just for today." With that he locked you t