Title : Twelve days of Akatsuki
Disclaimer : Standard disclaimer applies. I get nothing at all for writting this, except a few laughs. I'd like to see you try and sue me for those..
Characters in this chapter : Itachi, Kisame, and Diedara
Rating : This chapter is G rated.
The first day of Chirstmas, Akatsuki Hideout.
Itachi stood in the enterance way to the hideout, looked outside and watched Kisame do something with a small, crooked tree and a shovel. Kisame finished what he was doing, brushed all the loose dirt off his hands, and headed back inside. "What did you just plant?" Itachi asked with a voice void of all emotion.
"A tree."
"What type?"
"A fruit tree."
"Hn." Itachi turned around and headed towards his room.
Some time later
'knock knock'
"Hn?"
"Itachi, dinner is ready," Kisame mumbled from the other side of the door.
"Hn." Itachi put down his angst diary and left his room in search of food. Even evil villains need to eat.
As he approached the dinning room, wonderful smells began to attack him, and his stomach decided to rumble loudly in anticipaction of the meal. But then he remembered that it was Deidara's turn to cook. Even if it smelled like it came from heaven, it tasted like crap.
Itachi walked into the room and sat in his depressingly black chair, grabbed his depressingly black goblet, and filled it with what looked like depressingly black wine.
Kisame could've sworn that a depressingly black cloud had followed Itachi into the room. More precisely, every where he went.
Itachi looked at Deidara with a depressingly netural expresion. "What have you made today?"
"You'll like this, yeah. It's a partridge I killed and a pear from the tree Kisame planted, yeah."
"Hn."
End of the first day
A/N
Short? Sweet? To the point? Like it? Hate it? Find it depressingly boring?
I'm sorry, I tried so hard to make this a normal fiction, but I found that I have the hardest time writting them. I seem to only be able to write humor. But every one needs laughs now and then... right? More days to come .