Disclaimer: Due to my obvious lack of seriousness toward criminal organizations, Jashin, and the word 'smite', I believe it has already been established that I do not own Naruto, the Akatsuki, or a cult.
Sasori was right.
But then again, he was also wrong.
This living arrangement was ridiculous.
But he was crazy for actually saying so.
"Aww, dammit, Hidan! You're bleeding all over the new carpet!" Kakuzu shouted irritatedly.
Kakuzu had never liked Hidan's rituals, and they'd seemed to be getting more and more...graphic...lately.
"Jashin-sama demands it!"
"JASHIN-SAMA CAN KISS MY ASS."
le gasp "How dare you."
"Ohhhh, how dare I? Like THIS!"
And in seconds, Kakuzu gave a swift kick to Hidan's precious limited edition Jashin-sama plush doll. (Tobi had generously given out Christmas presents the previous year in high hopes of upping his chances at being accepted.)
Hidan snapped. "I SMITE THEEEEEEE!"
Kakuzu wtf'd and started running downstairs.
Hidan was in hot pursuit, chasing him all around the living room screeching, "SMIIIIIIITE!!"
While doing so they managed to piss off Sasori, wierd out Sir Leader, trip Kisame, unplug Itachi's Slim in Six workout video ("I have self-confidence issues."), kill Zetsu's cactus-girlfriend, interrupt Konan's floral scented bath, and -omg- break the sculpture Deidara was working on.
Needless to say, they racked up quite the hospital debt.