Okay, because I felt like it, and beause it's just too fun to pass up- I'm actualy updating this stupid thing and making it into I don't know, four chapters? I'm currently working on the third, I'll post it when I'm ready.
The song mentioned in the end is : Hated on the Mean-girls sound track. Ever watch the movie? Don't it reeks. (personal opinion, sorry to anyone who likes it)
I don't own naruto, and damn it all if I did things would be diffrent.
Damn, damn, and more damn.
My neighbor, to say the least, was, and still is, fucking nuts. He after that lovely half and hour of watching him eat his food, grabbed the still-wet clay before me and clamored up a ladder that lead to the roof. Upon getting there he set the contraption on the ground grinning madly- mind you, told me to stand back and putting his hand together said something along the lines of: Katsu. Really. Loudly.
Then, Boom, the god damn bird blew up, turned to dust. He explained to me that it was Art. Blowing something up was art. No, it was not. He said something like 'Art is a bang! Hmm, and you are just too stubborn to admit it!' Before he slammed his door and I entered my own half unpacked apartment.
Two days after this incident I opened my door after it was knocked on to find a small box, with a little, what looked like a bird, on top of it. Before I had a chance to react it just –boom- again and let's just say I was pissed. There is still a black mark on the floor where it exploded along with the card-board box which, sadly, didn't make it.
Two weeks of being in this hell hole and I am already planning on killing my neighbor. Of course, a friend of mine from work had to come over and meet the bitch, had to because he was driving me that insane.
"Come on, Sasori he can't be that bad." Consoled the masked man as he started up the flight of stairs to my apartment, and his, need I remind anyone how pissed I was.
"No, Kakuzu, you don't understand..." I pause seeing him in the hallway a smile on his face, leaning against the door ahead of us. My apartment door.
Oh hell no, what did he do? "Deidara…" I growled out making a fist with both hands, the suitcase handle squeaking at the pressure. His blond hair shifted against one side of his face, and tilting his head back he grinned eye narrowed inexplicably.
"That him?" Kakuzu asked me as I started slowly forward with him, trying my best to control that anger, the anger that wanted to badly to lash out and take off that pretty fucking head of his. "Yeah…." I grumble in response, feeling the need to at least answer Kakuzu, however this is his funeral, he has no idea how annoying the blond is, no freaking idea. When I pushed the key into the hole, I peer at him glaring for good measure as he shrugged and pulled back off the door arms crossed, face coy and waiting- for what, I had no idea, that is, until I opened my door.
The second I pulled it back I stood there with wide eyes staring down at a rather large clay model of Deidara pulling some very angry mans head off with, a grin? The faces were done perfectly on the clay and the crumpled body connected to the feet didn't look anything like me, neither did the face.
"Deidara, what the hell." I said slowly looking over at him not moving, yes- I wasn't moving. "That's pretty good." I could hear the amusement in my friend's voice as he leaned in over my shoulder, the tall bastard.
"Oh, un, I thought you might like it. You see, It all started with this argument me and a friend of mine were having." That…explains a lot.
"And he got all pissed off because of some guy, and irritated the shit out of me so.." I pause, what does this have to do with my house? Oh god, he's not- "I locked him in one of the rooms in this place. I made it just in case you wanted to throw it into that room, and get ride of him." I stare, wide-eyed at him, anger starting to boil under my skin. He locked a total stranger in my house- how the hell did he even get into the damn apartment in the first place?!
"What…the fuck…" I said slowly, blinking equally slow as I stare at him my wide eyes turning into the meanest glare I could muster up under these circumstances. "How the fuck did you get into my house…" I think I might have scared him, because his grin was gone and replaced with a frustrated look. Not only that but he got two shades lighter in the face.
"Um-well- I kind of-.." Alright, He was seriously pissing me off. "What?!" I yelled then dropping my suit case on the floor. I saw Kakuzu stepping back from me a little, and into the apartment to do god knows what. He, unlike my neighbor knows better then to make me angry, and break into my house. What kind of morals does this kid have?!
"H-hey, I j-just didn't- you know I kind of-.."
"Spit it out already!" I growl clenching my teeth eyes narrowing further. If looks could kill I think I would have murdered him ten times over by now. I stared as the expression on his face became more flustered and his eye squinted at me lips pressing into a fine line before he spoke.
"I picked the god damn lock on the door and got in! Alright?!" Well, he gets two points for honesty, but he's already in the negative a hundred times over. He shook, with anger I'm sure- and turned around quickly starting for his door.
Oh no you don't
"Oh no you don't! Get over here!" I snap, and I will admit I am being mean but the guy broke into my apartment and locked his insane friend in one of the rooms. In my home! My hand grasped the blond hair that went down his back a little and yanked him back.
"Ow- fuck Wh-what are you doing?!" Turning and walking inside my place, I shoved him- by the hair mind you- in front of me then released the soft blond locks to shove his back to make him keep walking. "Go. Get your damn friend and leave. Take that god-damned shit next to the door with you when you leave, brat."
Through all the whining he was doing while I took him that far, He managed to growl and grow quiet in anger.
His friend, I can't say was any better then he was, the silver haired (Weird, right? Silver?) tall pale, wineish pink color eyed freak stumbled out of the room and the first words out of his mouth when he saw me where: "Fuck you are hot."
Now, needless to say I was embarrassed to hear that- and I could feel my face turn a little pink at the mention of me being good looking at all. "Out. Get out." I growl to him tipping my head forward so my eyes covered my face. That's all I need right now, some freak hitting on me in my peek of anger.
Deidara though, had to say something more- had to didn't he? Couldn't keep that big mouth shut, could he?
"You back off, Hidan." The blonde growled shoving the white haired male ahead of him. "Lets go, un. He's a fucking prick anyways."
And with that, he was gone. Not like it did any good for me anyways- because he left the damn clay thing sitting next to the door.
"Kakuzu?' Shit, forgot about him.
"Kakuzu where the hell- oh…" I turned, and stared at him and that amused twinkle in his eye. Did he honestly think this was funny? I don't see anything funny about-
'I hate you- I hate you! 'cause I see through to what a fake you are! You disgust me, that's why you must be hated!' Wait…that was Deidara's voice. That loud bellowing freak was singing a song, and about what? Hating someone. So, he's going to play this game is he?
'Like a winner of a beauty pageant, you are the one I most admire- but as a poser I can only imagine you wear that crown but you're HEADS OH FIRE!'
Two can play at this game- my friend. And I am going to win. His hollering and singing was really, annoying for starters and embarrassing. My face- red with what Kakuzu could only assume was anger (Unless he heard there nasty comments) then maybe a little flustered from that- but seriously!
"You have a bigger problem then I thought you did." He cooed quietly from his seat moving his brief case to the table. "And you left your own case outside. I took the liberty of getting it for you. Oh and he left that thing." Kakuzu pointed out making he flinch and grumbled, dry washing my face in annoyance.
"I know, I saw." Huffing quietly I set my glaring eyes on the thing and willed it to just combust right there and disappear.
Come to think of it I'd rather it be in one piece until I get outside. 'Trust me you must be HATED!'
'I wish I had your money….' Wait a minute! ' I wish I had your ride.' I stand stock still listening with Kakuzu as he continued in the other room. 'I wish I had your boyfriend!' I cringe, gritting my teeth, 'I wish you'd CHOKE AND DIE!' Of course he screams the last part more then sings it, but somehow it still works.
'Dei- dei! You forgot the part where it goes 'you're the real American idol, you're the poor mans Mandy Moore, you're the E true Hollywood story about a two face strip mall whore!'
Good lord strike me down right now. I can feel the migraine coming on, and take a seat next to Kakuzu who for all it was worth remained calm through this whole experience. When the neighbor finally silences himself after about another hour of going on with songs where the person was hated, or died, he took his leave wishing me luck.
"What that thing when you go out." He paused clicking the suit case shut staring at me thoughtfully. "And what will you do with that 'Thing' exactly?" Bastard is teasing me.
"I'm going to give it back- what else?!" I snap though clenched teeth, shooing him away with both hands.
My jaw hurts from being so tense, and it's starting to get late. I need to eat something and most of my stuff is still not unpacked. Two weeks is a long time, right but I've been busy!
This isn't over- Oh far from it. Little did he know, I'm going to retaliate with more fore then god itself! Or at least make his life a living hell living next to me before I conspire up enough cover-up to kill the prick.
Oh. He gets on my nerves.
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