One thing that the normally exuberant elder Uchiha couldn't stand was the infernal wailing of his alarm clock in the morning. Pein had bought one for each of the Akatsuki members shortly after they'd arrived, and for those that hadn't reported to the new base yet,he had stored their clocks until they showed up,in order to ensure that none of the irksome devices were "misplaced" or annihilated before Pein had a chance to take count of them. Knowing a few of the members yet to come,he was well aware that such an apparatus as this would not last very long without imminent destruction. As a result,he had a secret stash of them hidden in a broom closet,which was locked for safe-keeping. Now that Tobi thought about it,perhaps he should find out if any of his house keys were compatible with that lock. Instead,he groggily smacked about at the wall next to his bed until he felt the cord that was plugged into the wall. He yanked it out and let his arm drop limply at the side of the bed. He almost bit his pillow in frustration as he realized he'd accidentally just unplugged the fan that had up until now made his room extremely comfortable and about fifteen degrees cooler than the rest of the house. The alarm on the other hand was still causing his ears and possibly even his sinuses grief with its garrulous cacophony.
Screw it! he thought,slamming his fist into the clock firmly and cracking it down the middle. The beeping slowed to a sluggish and dull bleep until it finally fizzled out. Grinning triumphantly,the raven-haired man threw the blankets back over his head and "pillow-palmed" his face into his pillow. His breathing began to slow again,but he never did get the chance to go back to sleep.
BAM!!
The supposedly locked door to his room flew open,and Pein stood in at the threshold. Tobi didn't even bother to move. Hell,he didn't even look up.
"Need I ask how you attained a key to my room,or why you're attempting to do so much as speak to me at—" he glanced furtively at his mangled clock,on which the number were still faintly flashing as the device gurgled in despair. "six o' clock in the morning?"he asked.
"Well,Zetsu knew a good locksmith and had them make me a spare. Took me forever to figure out which key went to your door,though. Hell,there's so many on the keyring—there's one for the kitchen cupboards,the closets,the basement—"
"You mean the one I'm about to shove you into?"Tobi interrupted irritably, "Well,anyways,"Pein continued,thoroughly ignoring the threat. He then stopped short mid-sentence and didn't speak for a moment or two.
"….What?"rumbled the Uchiha. "I've,uh…just realized it wasn't you I was supposed to wake up. It was Kisame…he was supposed to pick up groceries from the market today."Pein alleged quietly. There was a tense,dangerous silence,in which Tobi finally met Pein's gaze,and the pierced man shuffled gingerly out of the lock clicked softly behind him.
Huffing pathetically,Tobi rolled over and attempted,once again,to fall asleep,but to no avail.
That bastard… he thought viciously, will one day wake up with one of these alarm clocks up his ass.
Meanwhile,Kisame was receiving a rude awakening from Pein,whom was then nearly mauled by the highly (un)amused Leviathan. Apparently,Pein,being the devilish Oni (and quite the smartass),had decided to wake Kisame up by dangling a stray cat above his head while said cat squirmed and writhed in his grasp. When Kisame woke up from all the noise,Pein promptly dropped said cat onto Kisame's chest and ran away while it wreaked havoc on the Leviathan's shark-like body.
So as Tobi dragged himself out of bed and down the hallway,he was pleased to see Pein stuffed into the laundry chute with dirty socks shoved in his mouth. Chuckling to himself and ignoring the pleading/slightly exasperated look on Pein's face as he passed by without assisting him. As far as Tobi was concerned,the Oni deserved it.
"'Kuzu,I'm going to ask you one more fucking time,are we there yet?" griped a silver haired man as he followed the other as dutifully as such a slacker as himself could manage.
"You're only asking once more because you know I'm about to cause you immense pain and anguish,aren't you?" the other man growled.
"Well,being undead and all,your feet might now be killing you,but mine sure as hell are causing me more grief than any of your stupid torture strategies could ever inflict."
Kakuzu ignore him and continued walking,resisting the urge to childishly argue that 'they'd get there when they got there',as he'd frequently told him before,with similar results as the treatment he was receiving now. They only had two more villages to pass through until they got to the Uchiha,or more likely,Akatsuki mansion. This apparently did not help Hidan one bit,and he had a point—Kakuzu's feet were just fine. Kakuzu was a rag-doll type of creature,quite literally,and it showed throughout his general overall appearance. His skin was dark,chocolatey brown,and stitches lined his skin and facial features. He was much like Sasori,as he had traded his human body for another. he had inserted his soul into a pile of scrap fabric and string. He'd formed his body from that,and could extend those strings at will. He felt no pain,and he had several hearts implanted in his body to keep him earthbound.
Hidan,however was more or less the Grim Reaper. He claimed to descend from a long line of Jashinists,and this god was the god of death. He had supposedly sent all of his followers to do his bidding,and they lived to kill those that hindered others. He had joined the Akatsuki as a way of completing this task. He was very much immortal and dark,as the Grim Reaper had always been portrayed in folklore,but he was still capable of feeling pain. He kept a three-bladed scythe at hand,even when he slept. Kakuzu had partnered up with this man two years ago,since he had killed his former partners countless times before.
He had learned by now that the best way to deal with his constant whining was to ignore him,but this was easier said than done. He only hoped that when they got to headquarters,he'd finally have some peace and quiet….
For about the twentieth time that morning Sasori bashed his head against the wall in aggravation. To think that someone as small as Deidara could have enough oxygen in his body to speak continuously without stopping to breathe was forever a wonder to him. Did he ever stop? iCould/i he ever stop?
Itachi,too,was enduring the blonde's babbling with much the same results. He eventually could not take it anymore and stalked off to the kitchen where Tobi was currently tearing the cabinets open in search of 'something sweet worth eating in this god-forsaken house'!
This man's insatiable sweet-tooth was cause for concern within this household. It left many of them wondering just what they'd gotten themselves into. Deidara paused mid-rant as Tobi stormed out of the kitchen. "All I could find in that kitchen was a bunch of vegetables! Humans are not meant to eat rabbit food! WHERE THE HELL DID ALL THE FRIGGIN' FOOD GO?!"
