Two simple black flip phones.
Sasori had one.
Hidan had one.
They both looked exactly the same.
But everything on the inside...
Well, you could just think of the differences.
The ringtones.
The wallpapers.
The names for each contact.
The voice mail.
The voicemail messages.
The text messages.
Everything was just different on the inside.
It's the outside that made everything mix up lives.
Sasori sat on the couch in the living room, listening to the TV Deidara was watching and reading his book. His feet were tucked up next to him and he leaned on the arm of the couch. His phone sat neatly on the end table next to him. It was just about flawless; no scratches, no bite marks on the antennae, and surprisingly very few dents from Deidara's numerous explosives. It was just your perfect, little black phone.
Deidara lied on his stomach on the floor, his feet resting on the end of the couch, nearly touching Sasori's feet. He held the remote in his hand, trying to find a good show. Finally, he came across CSI. As he put the remote down, he picked up his light blue cell phone and opened it. The short, quiet beeping could barely be heard as he tapped the keypad. He then pressed one last button and closed the phone shut. He fixed his eyes on the screen for a few seconds, until he could hear the familiar ringtone from behind him.
Wake me, come on, wake up now I,
Want to cut all my strings and break!
Loose of you're control of me,
Cut your strings and be free with me!
The ringtone repeated once more before the puppet sighed. He flipped the book upside down and placed it on his lap as he opened his phone. He stared at the screen.
Sasori-kun, i'm bord. amuse me.
Sasori sighed and began replying. As soon as he sent the message, he put the phone back in its place and picked up his book again. The blonde's phone began to go off only a moment later.
This isn't me,
This isn't you,
When it's just everything we do.
Till you open up your eyes,
And understand this isn't real.
This isn't me,
This isn't you,
This is everything but true,
Till we come to realize,
It's what we put each other through.
Deidara cut off the song by the time it reached 'when it's just everything we do' by opening the phone and looking at the reply text.
Later. Not now.
He sighed and replied, his thumbs flying over the keypad.
The ringtone went off again.
Wake me, come on, wake up now I,
Want to cut all my strings and break!
Loose of you're control of me,
Cut your strings and be free with me!
This time Sasori picked it up before it started again and read the message.
I wanna kissss...):
The conversation went on for a while longer. It went a little something like this.
S: Not now, baka.
D: Pleese?
S: Not now. Later.
D: But sasori-kun im so bord...and i want u rite now!
S: You can have me later. Not now.
D: U suck. ):
S: It's better than not having me at all.
D: Gud point. but i still want u NOW!
S: Stop whining. Maybe during our mission. We have to leave tonight anyway.
D: Wat?! i cant wait 4 that long!!
S: You're going to have to.
D: ):... just 1?
S: Turning off my phone now. Good-bye.
Sasori kept his thumb on the 'End' button and flipped the phone down as soon as the screen went blank. However, when he turned back around form the end table, Deidara pressed his lips fully onto his. Sasori rolled his eyes and simply went along with it until Deidara pulled away ten seconds later.
"I always get what I want, un" he told the puppet with a smirk. Sasori rolled his eyes again.
"Just go and watch your show. We don't have to leave until midnight."
With a small playful glint of the eye, Deidara teased, "You know you liked it, un." With that, he went back in his position, in front of the TV on his stomach with his feet resting on the couch. Sasori went back to his book, but kept on reading the same line over and over. Deidara wouldn't stop toying with his feet.
He was tempted to yell to stop at the blonde but...
He really enjoyed the small token of affection.
...
...
...
Hidan threw his phone angrily at his bed, but missed terribly. He growled at the bad aim, but didn't retreive the black phone. Instead, he threw the scyth onto the bed, this time actually getting it there, and slammed the door shut. He truly didn't notice his partner sitting on the other bed, counting his money.
"Hidan, don't be so loud," Kakuzu demanded, not really caring one bit about what Hidan's problem was. Well, he did, but...
He didn't show it in front of him. Or anyone, for that matter. Just himself.
The silver haired man glared strongly at his stitched up partner.
"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled at him. Kakuzu disregarded it and continued counting.
Hidan sat down on his bed and moved the scyth so he could lay down and glare at the ceiling. He put the three-bladed mechanism next to him and twirled it slightly between his fingers. He hated how Kakuzu didn't care. He hated how Kakuzu could only think about his damn money. He hated how Kakuzu...
He just hated him.
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
The music was slightly muffled by the carpeting, but Hidan rolled over to pick up the surprisingly barely-scraped phone. He opened his phone to see a new text message from the one and only bastard.
Kakuzu.
Wtf is wrong wit u?
Hidan glowered at the screen of his phone, which had a large crack across it from 'accidentally' stabbing it wiht his scyth. He replied, his thumbs nearly breaking through the keys.
NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS
The silver haired man slammed the phone shut and threw it next to him, knowing that Kakuzu would reply.
There was an annoying beeping noise coming from Kakuzu's phone. The cheap-ass didn't want to buy any ringtones for the sake of his darling money...
Instead of replying though, he rolled his eyes and ignored the text. He figured the Jashin-praiser would eventually cool off.
Hidan glared at the ceiling again, which hurt his eyes, but he knew that Jashin-sama was okay with it. It seemed that any pain Hidan took upon himself was okay with Jashin-sama...
But Hidan just didn't know if one of the pains was okay with his Lord...
And it was the pain right in the middle of his chest...
And it always came when his bastard of a partner was around.
He glanced at his partner out of the corner of his eyes, and the pain just deepened. He stopped himself from clutching his chest, because he figured Kakuzu would just figure out that he was clutching to his heart.
The heart he didn't think he ever had until the first few months of being partners with the money-obsessed fucker.
"Fucker..." Hidan mumbled to himself as he began drifting off into a fitful sleep.
Kakuzu waited until Hidan's breathing was even, signaling that he was asleep. He then stood and snatched away the black phone. He knew it held his answers to his question; why Hidan was so pissed off. He knew this because on most days when his partner was pissed, he'd throw his scyth first and keep the phone away in his cloak. But the phone being thrown first had to be a sign.
The money-obsesser looked through the most recent text messages Hidan had. The first one was full of caps letters. He couldn't tell if it was Hidan or the person he was talking to. He took out a notepad and pencil, having to go back and forth with 'Recieved Messages' and 'Sent Messages'.
Once the text conversation was over, the masked man looked through his partner's conversation. He figured out that the person he was talking to was Konan, the blue-haired woman in the Akatsuki.
A/N: You'll see the conversation between Konan and Hidan in the next chapter, promise. It's gonna be the first thing in the chapter. I hope you liked the first chapter! Please review!