"Well? Are you
going to come out of there or not?"
"Wait! I am not done
yet!"
"You've been in there for an hour! What more could you
need to do?"
"Pain, if you want to go to Victoria's Secret
with me later, you will have to wait…" Konan then made some
inaudible noises, possibly swears, as she tried to fit into those
incredibly skinny 7 skinny jeans.
"Alright, alright! Don't be
so cold, woman!" Pain sat back down in the purposely uncomfortable
chair and waited for slow as hell, er, beautiful, intelligent,
independent Konan to come out of the dressing room.
He often wondered why he still showed any form of affection to that woman. It was much too much work - buying gifts at every unimportant anniversary, squashing the rather harmless bugs Zetsu accidentally let in, having to rearrange the furniture every three days to whatever new trend Konan had seen on TLC - the list was endless! She never ceased nagging. What was he, a house maid?
Sometimes, Pain just wished he could be gay. That would solve many problems, like having an actual reason to let Itachi join Akatsuki or buying all that nail polish. Yes, coming out would be a great solution…
But then Pain
remembered what Konan did with what she bought from Victoria's
Secret, and he shut his mind up.
One hour of that was worth a
lifetime of this hell.