Um. . . hello :) This is my first Naruto story, it sorta appeared out of nowhere. My head is a bit messed up, all sorts of weird stuff is in there. So I have written this as a result of the weird thoughts in a weird head. I hope you enjoy, I'm not a particularly good writer (or updater) so this is a short, humerous one shot that I've decided to give a go. (spent about 15 mins total writing and editing)

I don't own Naruto. It belongs to all those other people who, like, own it and stuff.


It was a normal day n the Akatsuki hideout, and just as on any other normal day in the Akatsuki hideout Deidera and Sasori were loudly arguing, about art, and had been so for hours. The other members were beginning to consider suicide, an unusual thought for an S rank criminal. But there you go. So the two of them were being irritating and Pein decided to stop it before he began losing members. And what with capturing tailed beasts and all he couldn't really afford to have any members dying. So with that in mind he grabbed an Oxford dictionary and began to make his way to room where Sasori and Deidera were loudly arguing.
"Your so-called 'art' is nothing compared to my magnificent puppets, lasting forever, frozen in all their artistic glory!"
"Sasori, art is fleeting, a beautiful sight captured in a second and then lost. That is art!"
Both men were glaring at each other intensely; the tension in the room was so thick that weaker men would have trouble breathing. But something as trivial as that doesn't scare the leader of the Akatsuki. And so it was then Pein calmly walked into the room holding the dictionary open in front of him and read:
"Art: the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power." The two arguers had nothing to say, and in all honesty were quite confused. Pein continued, repeating some of the previous statement:
"The expression or application of human creative skill and imagination. . . appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power. Well with that in mind: Deidera, you have an obsession with blowing things up, and Sasori, you have turn dead people into puppets. . . I think perhaps a Psychologist for you both would be a good idea." It was at this moment that the other Akatsuki members( who had been listening in hoping for an interesting break from the constant argument) completely lost it, and bust into uncontrollable laughter while Sasori and Deidera simply stood there wondering what it was that they did to deserve the unfair humiliation. All they wanted was to argue. They should have a right to do so. Shouldn't they?

Apparently not.


Ta Da!

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