A/N: Ok, so this is my first fanfic ever so if you don't like it, feel free to tell me it completely sucks and/or that I'm a failed writer and that I shouldn't try again. Kay?
It was that time again at the Akatsuki base.
It was the monthly Information Download Gathering, where they talk over a delicious('cough, cough') dinner.
All of the members "look forward" to these gatherings, except for one. That particular member is the one who has to cook dinner.
One member of Akatsuki has to cook the food for the meeting, and every time it's a new person. Once everyone has gone their turn the cycle starts all over again, that is if they are still alive.
This month, it was Itachi's turn.
So, everyone was enjoying their food, secretly thanking the lord it wasn't Tobi's turn to cook again. Hidan actually broke out in tears of joy when he found this out.
The food consisted of poached fish and salad on the side with a light vinaigrette dressing. A few were quite surprised that Itachi could cook so well. Now they knew they didn't need a puke bucket when Itachi cooked.
Everyone was enjoying their meal(with great appreciation that it was actually dead and edible) and were completely oblivious to their surroundings, until...
"Hey Itachi, un. Where's Kisame yeah?"
Itachi stopped eating and looked over at Deidara who asked him the question.
"...We were out of chicken."
A/N: I hope you liked it,
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