Theme: No rest for the wicked.
Rikku's eyes opened in agitation. She was the newest Akatsuki member, and so far, she hadn't slept in days. She sighed, sitting up and getting out of bed. She glanced at the clock to see only fifteen minutes had passed since she first went to her room to sleep. She shook her head and walked out of her room to see what all the noise was. Sasori and Deidara were having heated argument about art...again. She sighed and started to walk past them.
"Rikku! What's your opinion on art, un?" Deidara stopped her and demanded. She shook her head.
"I'm not getting into this." She stated, trying to walk away.
"Come on, just tell us!" He begged. She sighed, looking between each of them.
"I think art comes in many forms, and should just be enjoyed." She said, trying to remain neutral. Deidara huffed. She walked away, successfully this time. She went to the kitchen, sitting at the table. She laid her head down. She was almost asleep when Hidan came bursting through the door shouting all kinds of colorful curses meant for Kakuzu. She groaned. "Why can't you people just let me sleep?" She rubbed her eyes tiredly.
"You can sleep when you're dead." Hidan glared at her. She smacked her forehead against the table.
"There's no such thing as rest for the wicked..." She muttered.