Prompt 1: "pink"
Deidara was pissed.
He looked feminine enough (or so he'd been told) without having to wear pink clothes, of all things.
"What is the meaning of this, hnn?!"
Three heads turned to see Deidara, looking more unstable than usual.
And Kisame was almost afraid to ask. "The meaning of what?"
"This!" Deidara barked, gesturing to himself.
Sasori almost scoffed at his partner's overreaction to such a petty problem. "Just because you've gotten lazy doesn't mean you can't lose the weight you've gained," he said coolly. "You should really stop lazing around anyway."
An awkward silence.
"…I-I meant my clothes, Sasori-danna!" Deidara stuttered, a little shocked and embarrassed that his master could call him out on his weight.
Sasori hummed some kind of noncommittal 'whatever' and focused his attention on his current project, some kind of metal… arm.
"Get over yourself," Kakuzu muttered gruffly.
"Real men don't wear pink!" Dei protested, somewhat feebly after the comment from Sasori.
Kakuzu gathered up his newspaper and shot the blond a scathing look, and, just before leaving the room, he spat, "Real men don't question their own masculinity by whining over something so insignificant!"
There was silence for the second time.
Kisame snickered. "Burn."
This is all you have to do to keep this series (and my self-esteem) afloat: Suggest to me, in a review or PM, a prompt preferably one or two words.
And I will update. You see, this is a no-fail system.
(For the record, Deidara is dead wrong. Real men do wear pink. Loud and proud, boys. Loud and proud.)
Mutinously,
Kiwi