title; Akatsuki Drabbles 6-10

rating; t for teen

disclaimer; I own nothing.

a/n; Apologizing, again. I'm so sorry. I knew I said I'd try to get more out, but I haven't. I've just been so freaking busy. I promise I'll work on it more though, cause my laptop's working again. Please wait!

Oh, and this is basically random drabbles about the Akatsuki, and it WILL be continued. Enjoy, and please review! (If you could give me a random prompt, and a couple, that'd be wonderful. :P) Btw, the parenthesis isn't necessarily pairings. Just who's featured in the fic.

6;; Welcomings (PeinItachi)

His pulse raced with anticipation. He was throwing what had been his old life away- did he really want to do it, though? Was it worth it, all the pain and suffering he would go through?

Fingers traced a swirl of metal, mentally preserving and memorizing the feel of the unmarred surface. Eyes darted almost regretfully to the man standing patiently before him, waiting for the prodigy to gather his bearings. A throat constricted in a dry, unnoticeable swallow.

The clothed metal was transferred to equally rough hands, as the man pulled out a shining knife. Silence fell but the high pitched wail of the crying iron as the point of the knife carved into the surface. Obsidian orbs slid closed at the sound, willing it away as he inwardly winced.

Pein, face almost disapproving, clicked his tongue as he passed over the headband, a thick slash shining in the dim light. "Welcome, Uchiha Itachi, to the Akatsuki."

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7;; Me, Myself, and I (MadaraTobi)

Madara was pleased as he observed the stranger staring at him. A glassy look to dark eyes, the stranger stared back. Black hair blew slightly in the wind, from the open window.

The stranger, in fact, had short, black hair, reaching to his middle back. Two Sharingan red eyes spun almost lazily, yet the gaze was still burning. His face was scarred from the wars of long ago.

Madara, though, had short, spiked black hair, in need of a trim. Two Sharingan peered back at the stranger warily, yet proudly, and the intensity of his stare rivaled the stranger's. His face was scarred as well, though mostly from recent battles and spars.

The stranger wanted power. Madara wanted power.

Two people in one, both the same. One in the same. Madara and the stranger were one.

Me, myself and I… the Uchiha mused, leaving the mirror behind with a smile and a chuckle.

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8;; Fish (TobiOrochimaru)

"Tobi, leave me alone."

"But Orochimaru-san-!"

"Tobi. Get away from me."

"B-but-!"

"I'll eat you. I swear to god, I will eat you."

"…but isn't that cannibalism, Oro-san? Why don't you try fish- they're much healthier!"

"Are you implying I eat Kisame, Tobi?"

"No, of course not! That's just silly!"

"What are you saying, then?"

"…I dunno."

"…"

"…"

"I don't even like fish."

D:

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9;; Kumquat (KakazuHidan)

Hidan liked nicknames. It was almost his favorite past-time. (Next to killing and mutilating his own body, of course.) Especially if he was giving them to Kakazu, his money- grubbing partner, and if they were slightly insulting. Okay…really insulting. For example, his favorites were shithead, dumbass, and his top-favorite, fuckface.

But lately, Kakazu had been giving him nicknames.

And they were particularly sweet.

"Good morning sugar-muffin."

"Hello, sweet-pea."

And the worst one…

"How are you today, Kumquat?"

The name stuck, and soon Hidan quit with the insults, hoping from a release from the horrific title, but they didn't stop, even long after he'd quit.

Kumquat was the new Hidan, much to the religious man's dislike, and it looked as if it would stay that way for a long while.

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10;; Like This (SasoriTobi)

"Hey, Sasori-senpai!" Tobi, bubbly as ever, bounced into the room with a cheerful wave. Sasori, blinking, let his puppet droop slightly…he'd been working on weapon deflecting in Hiruko until Tobi had arrived.

"Good afternoon, Tobi-kun. Can I help you with something?"

"Weeelll, I was just wondering if I could ask you something, Senpai." Tobi sat on the edge of Sasori's bed, and the puppet master could almost feel the kid's happy grin. He was so weird, sometimes.

"Shoot."

"How do your strings work? The chakra ones?" he asked, leaning forward slightly as he surveyed Sasori's work desk. Sasori blinked, surprised. What kind of question was that? Oh well… he smirked.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Just because." The mask sung, jumping up excitedly as Sasori set down Hiruko.

"Alright, I'll tell you. …well, better yet- I'll show you." The red head suddenly chuckled, latching chakra-laden strings onto Tobi's body. The boy squealed in…fear? amazement? happiness? Sasori couldn't tell, but he smiled nonetheless. "Do you see? I just attach them to something, and then pull…"

"Like this."

And with a tug, Tobi jerked forward, lips crashing onto Sasori's with surprising intensity as his mask was ripped off. For a moment, they remained like that, even after the strings faded, and then Sasori pulled away, grinning.

"You see, Tobi? That's how they work."

The boy took a moment to regain his breath, then glanced up at the puppet, face flushed. Seconds passed in silence, before he suddenly grinned.

"Hey, Senpai, do you mind showing me that again?"

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And there it is. :) My favorite was the Itachi and Pein one, personally. Drop a message, I'd love it!