Zetsu's Game
A story by Songstone
Songstone: Well, I wrote this for a friend since she owns my soul, apparently. XD Still, I thought the idea was cute. Hope you all like it. 8D
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
"Obnoxious."
"Creative."
"Stupid."
"Sweet."
"Gender confused."
"Naturally Beautiful."
Aah, the joys of The Insult Game.
Deidara often listened in on these quiet arguments that the ex-Grass nin had with himself. He would keep quiet and pretend to be occupying himself with his clay, or by talking to Tobi. But really, his attention was elsewhere.
Everyday, the arguments got just a little bit better.
"Noisy."
"Outspoken."
"Careless."
"Powerful."
The blond would eavsedrop on this little back-and-forth, listening as Zetsu's voices switched between the two different personalities he possesed.
There was only one rule to the game that the green haired man played by himself; Deidara figured out what it was quite easily.
The rule was: Whoever can come up with more words to describe Deidara wins.
It was quite a flattering game, so the blond listened in. Just for kicks.
The deeper, huskier voice that belonged to the black side would always choose more crude words to describe the bomber. But immediately after, the lighter, white-sided voice would retaliate with only possitive atributes that Deidara hadn't even noticed he had.
Usually, the black side would end up changing the subject halfway through the game, thus making his light side the winner. But today, he surprised Deidara--and probably his other half--by continuing for a good thirty minutes.
"Hemophobic."
"Oh, he's hardly--"
"That's not a word." The black side's voice came out sounding like he was speaking through a smirk.
"Oh! Uhm...Gallant."
"Pfft..."
"What?"
"Lazy." The darker side continued as if he hadn't heard his other voice's question.
"Ugh...Lithe." The white side's voice picked up on the game once more.
Until, of course, he was taken aback by the next thing his other half said.
"Batshit-crazy."
"..."
"Well?"
"...That is so not one word." Zetsu's lighter half seemed a bit at a loss.
"Oh, yes it is. Now. What do you have to say?"
Deidara couldn't help but to feel a bit insulted when he heard a soft sigh escape the other Shinobi as the white side concieded their game, unable to come up with a word to counter 'batshit-crazy'.
"Oh...oh, that's nice, un! What about...about resorceful or generous!?" The blond suddenly chirped up, putting down the magazine he had been pretending to read. He stood up and moved forward until he was standing in the doorway of the kitchen and he could see Zetsu clearly as the man sat at the table.
The other's yellow eyes had gone wide at the sound of the ex-Iwa nin's voice, and his head had snapped up quickly to meet the bomber's cool gaze.
For a moment, Deidara was sure that he had seen the white side of Zetsu's face turn a nice cherry colour; he gave a smirk at that and crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe.
"Well, un?" He asked.
"...I've got a word." The white side announced suddenly.
"Do tell." The black side urged as Zetsu pushed himself up from his chair, standing straight.
"Nosy." And with that, the man simply merged with the ground, dissapearing with that teleportation jutsu of his.
Still, the sheer awkwardness of the situation made Deidara laugh and shake his head while he turned to go back to the common room.
It wouldn't be too long until the next game, he was sure of it
Songstone: Oh yeah... I ALSO WROTE THIS AS A THANK YOU FOR MY FRIEND SINCE SHE CHASED AWAY EVIL, MINI-DEMON-SCORPION-SASORI WHEN I HAD A NIGHTMARE OF HIM. Yes, you read that right. Hope you like it anyway. 8D