Ah, yes. Welcome to the random ramblings that are the gateway to the minds of my sister, Shadow Bannana, and myself. Here, you can read about some of the ideas we have come up with whilst we are supposed to sleeping.
This is 'Knock Knock. Who's There?' This is a story about Bannana's and my OC's, Athren and Rain, whom are both Akatsuki members, although poor Itachi doesn't know who they are or whats behind the door.
Disclaimer: Neither me nor Bannana own any of the characters of Naruto. (Although I wish Sasori and Deidara were mine). Sadly, they all belong to Kishimoto . (-restrains Bannana from stealing the rights to Naruto- Not yet, shortie. Not yet.) Although, we do own Athren and Rain whom are our OCs based on ourselves. But more on them later.
What's In Here?
Itachi walked down the deserted corridor, full of doors which lead to the dormitories of each of the teams of the Akatsuki. Everyone there shared a room with their partner, whether they like it or not. Itachi didn't actually mind sharing a room with the shark man, and he was pretty sure some of the other teams didn't mind either, as much as he hated to think about it.
He stopped outside one of the doors, the door in the exact middle of the hallway, just like he did every morning when he was on his way to breakfast. He looked down at his feet and raised an eyebrow at the feminine looking pair of shoes covered in red paint that sat abandoned outside the door. Beneath his feet, an impression of the bottoms of the shoes had been left in paint. Then, just like he did every morning, he knocked softly on door. No answer. He knocked again, this time a bit louder. No answer.
He sighed. What else was he expecting? It was the same every morning. He would walk down the hallway and stop outside the door, standing in exactly the same spot each time (which would explain the paint on the floor. Someone had obviously noticed his routine.). He would knock, but never receive an answer. At first, he had tried the door handle, but it was always locked. Nowadays, he had pushed the habit away and would give up after knocking, unable to figure out why he even knocked anymore.
I'm curious, is all he thought to himself as he continued walking towards the kitchen. I just want to know who or what is inside.
"Will it always be like this, Sasori-danna, un?"
"Be like what?"
"Well… like this, un." The blond ninja tilted his head back to look at the red head, who just smirked.
"Of course it will, Deidara-san," Sasori bent his head down slightly and kissed Deidara on the head, running his fingers through the blonde's large ponytail. "Of course it will."
A few minutes of calm silence passed by.
"Sasori-danna?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
A sharp knock on their door caused to two to sit up straight and look at the door. They breathed out slowly as they realized who it was and that they had locked the door last night.
"Weekly Meeting. Leader-sama's office. 5 minutes."
Zetsu's light side spoke as Deidara stood up and opened the door. He smiled at Zetsu.
"I'll come with you, un," He said as he finished pulling his t-shirt over his head. "You coming, Sasori-danna, un?"
"I'll catch up with you," The puppet man said, standing and grabbing his pants from where they sat, abandoned, on the floor. He pulled them on then proceeded to dig through the piles of clothing in his closet, throwing clothes behind him.
"Ok, un," Deidara said, closing the door behind him as he walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, where some very loud noises were coming from the lounge next to it.
Awww. No love like gay fluffy love.
And I didn't HAVE to put in the paragraphs about Sasori and Deidara but I wanted to. Besides, it may explain something later on. Or not. Whatever.
Next stop, THE KITCHEN!