A/N: Well, welcome to my self-assigned ficlet challenge. 100 Writing prompts, and 100 Drabbles all about the Akatsuki. The only restrictions I have placed upon myself is 1) All ficlets must be done before March 2010. And 2) No chapter can be above 1000 words.
Enjoy! And Please Read and Review. It helps me improve my writing!
I do not own Naruto or any of its characters, they belong to talented people that created them.
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Group Psychology 001
Prompt
#1: Pen
Word Count: 302
It wasn't often that Pein outwardly expressed any emotion, even when alone in the privacy of his own office kept the same blank look upon his features. However, in recent days he had exchanged that expression with one of mild annoyance. His employees didn't exactly provide him with the most... normal of situations after all. In fact, normal and Cafe Akatsuki didn't belong in the same sentence at all.
As if on cue there was a small scale explosion caused dust to fall from the ceiling which promptly settled on top of his head.
The manager was far from pleased.
He could feel the migraine coming on, forming behind his eyes and throbbing within his temples. The screaming of the teenage female clientele whom were often regulars at the cafe (who could blame them, sweets, sophisticated atmosphere, and "eye candy" galore...alright, sophisticated wasn't the right word) wasn't helping matters in the slightest. He suppressed a groan thinking about the impending explanation he would receive from a certain blond employee that would without any doubt include "so-and-so made me do it!" or "it's art, un!" and a rant about how his work is unappreciated. The whole fiasco would end up with Deidara running scared out the door to his "danna" and Pein dealing with a bigger headache than before.
He might as well get started on the required paperwork (before the pounding in his head intensified).
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Where was his pen?
The Manager frowned deeply; he could've sworn it was on his desk a moment ago, he had just used it. He buried his head in his hands, letting them run through ginger hair.
It was too early for this; and that was the beauty of it.
7:01 AM
The Cafe had only been open for one full minute.
It wasn't fair.
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Fin.