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"Okay!" Pein said slamming his fist on the table. "I have reviewed the Daily Konoha Times and the Suna Post along with various websites detailing ways to make money fast."
"How," asked Deidara as he spread his arms to encompass the family of Killers conferring by candlelight at the dining room table that had been moved into the living room. "If you haven't noticed, our power is. . . How can I put this? Out, maybe."
Tobi's eyes began watering. "I'm missing the Teletubbies!"
Hidan's lip curled back involuntarily at the very odd and very strange Mass Murderer. "Who cares about your pansy assed shows?! Besides, this whole thing is your fault! If you hadn't bought Deidara that sugary colored pearly disgusting dress, we wouldn't be in this mess!"
"Hey," shouted Deidara slamming his hand on the table. "I wouldn't be talking! You know how much that creepy staff of yours probably cost?! I could probably get over $10,000 for it on Ebay then I wouldn't have to watch you carry it around like some kind of mutant child!"
"Ah," sighed Kakazu with a blush and a girly smile. "Ebay. . ."
The table fell silent as they watched the rather odd and certainly disturbed ninja express his love for an auction site.
Pein cleared his throat. "Um. . . So, we all need jobs. Any suggestions?"
Hidan's hand shot up in the air. "It's my turn to go mugging!"
A cruel smile split Zetsu's face. "I'll assasinate people with Christmas trees and hanging plants."
". . . Why the hanging plants," asked Kisame in a skeptical voice.
"Duh," Zetsu spread his hands. "All plants are naturally afraid of heights - otherwise why would they have roots? - but nooooo! People just don't think of that! No one ever thinks about how the plant feels! Did you ever think that maybe that plant is getting the crap scared out of it because it's hanging there? Or maybe that's why it died? Not because you don't have a freakin' green thumb?"
Silence greeted his question until a cheerful Tobi piped up. "Does that mean daisies don't like being sat in the drainpipe?"
Zetsu's gaze turned frosty. "So you're the one that has been putting my daisies on the roof!!! Do you know that Kisame makes me clean out all the drainpipes when that happens?!"
Tobi proceeded to hid under the table with squeaks of 'Don't hurt me!' and 'They needed sunlight!'.
"Zetsu," sighed Itachi with an apparent threat underlying the word for Itachi had, after all, stayed up all night playing The Sims 3 and now silently vowed to buy many hanging plants for his replica of the Super Secret Headquarters.
Zetsu glared at Itachi but sat down and shut up.
Pein quickly closed his mouth that had been hanging open in surprise at Zetsu's outburst. "Honestly," he muttered. "Why am I even surprised at all?" He raised his voice to encompass the whole table of Ruthless Killers. "We can't do anything illegal because. . . Now listen closely, because I guarantee you'll be asking me the same question later. We don't have enough money to pay jail fines or bribes. Now, who has job suggestions?"
Deidara looked up from painting his nails. "Why can't we do illegal stuff?"
Hidan slapped him across the face. "Listen when the Leader talks, you turd!"
"Hidan," sighed Kisame with a shake of his head. "Remember the 562nd Ammendment to the Akatsuki Rule Book?"
"Yes," muttered Hidan.
"What do you have to do as punishment?"
"Sorry, Deidara," chanted a sullen Hidan.
"You should hug people when you tell them 'sorry'," pointed out Tobi.
"I'm not hugging that pansy," growled Hidan.
"Good," replied Deidara. "It's not like I would want to hug priest in love with a stupid hunk of wood anyway."
Hidan jumped up and grabbed his staff.
"Sit down," hissed Itachi.
"He insulted Earlene! I'll make him pay!" Hidan began to wield his staff like a baseball bat and eye Deidara's head in a pecular way.
"You named it?!" asked Kisame increduously.
"Forget that," said Kakazu. "What kind of name is Earlene? If you're gonna name something, shouldn't you pick something that won't get it beaten up?"
"You seem to forget we're talking about a stick," pointed out Itachi.
"SIT DOWN!" yelled Pein.
"Not until he pays," screamed a crazed Hidan.
"I think it's a lovely name," smiled Tobi happily.
Hidan lowered his staff. "Perhaps it is a crappy name. . . "
"Okay, if you'll quit messing around and sit down, we'll get on with business." Pein pointedly looked at Hidan. "I'll give you your punishment later."
A string of highly animated curses streamed from Hidan's mouth.
"Ammendment 35," muttered Kisame under his breath. Hidan's curses came to an abrupt halt.
"As I said before, do we have any suggestions?"
The group turned in unison to Kakazu.
"WHAT?! Stop looking at me!" Kakazu shrunk back in his chair to escape their expectant gazes.
"You're supposed to be the money expert," pointed out Konan with an irritated expression. Apparently, she really wanted to rob that bank in the clown suit again, but illegal is illegal.
"Heck, I only save money," said Kakazu defensively.
Deidara raised his hand. "Why don't we just raid Kakazu's stash?"
"WHAT?! No! No! My stash not yours," cried a frantic Kakazu.
Pein looked at Kakazu for a moment before deciding for himself and the universal good of the Akatsuki, if not the world, that a trade would be required. "If we don't raid your stash, which is probably depleted drastically because of the stock market dropping when I told you it would and you didn't listen, will you promise to never feed us grass again?"
"No earthworms either," piped up Deidara.
"Or little happy frolicing woodland creatures," added Tobi.
"And please up your cooking skills past all of those," said Konan. "If you kill quote 'frolicing woodland creatures', it is customary to take the skin off and proceed from there to actually cook it."
"I was saving money on the gas bill," defended Kakazu looking a bit sheepish.
"Then go make yourself a nice little fire outside the house." Konan noticed Kakazu perk up. "Without burning the house or the nearby forest down," she added watching him wilt with a smug smile.
"Come on, Kakazu," said an irritated Pein. "Your stash or a bit of work on your night of cooking. Which will we take?"
"When you all go broke from paying the bills, you'll wish you had not made me cook." Kakazu uttered the word as if it defiled his mouth.
"You seem to forget we're already in that particular situation," pointed out Pein.
Kakazu slapped a book on the table and huffed, "If I'm gonna have to cook, it will be the most perfect and wonderful food you have ever eaten, so let's get down to business, so I can buy some groceries."
"Making Money for Dummies," Pein read then looked up skepically. "Do you actually use this?"
"No," said Kakazu rolling his eyes. "It was a gift from Genius over there. Must've had a spark of intuition when he was spending all of our money."
Tobi, apparently not knowing of the finely crafted and readily used sarcasm residing in the human mind, beamed happily. "Glad I could be of use," he chimed.
A mutual rolling of the eyes commenced before they began to delve into the secrets of the now proclaimed Akatsuki Guidelines for Troubled Times.
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"Okay!" Kisame clapped his hands together and addressed the motley crew of annoyed and perturbed killers. "It's time to clean out the garage! Remember! If you don't work, you don't eat!" Mutual groans sounded out around the clearing.
"Are you sure a yard sale is the best way to make money," asked Deidara whilst poking a questionable fluffy object.
"According to Making Money for Dummies, if you don't want to get a job, you should have a yard sale and sale all your junk that you don't want."
"My torture devices are not 'junk'," said Hidan placing his hands on his hips.
"And," pointed out Itachi, "We can't have a yard sale here at Headquarters. It's supposed to be a Secret Base."
"Ah, good point, Itachi," said Kisame with a thoughtful face. "Zetsu, go round up some customers. Make sure you blindfold them before you bring them here!"
Zetsu began to shuffle off, but a crazed Deidara stopped.
"No! Wait, Zetsu," he huffed. "You have to wear this!" He held up a cherry colored sign stating in bright green bubble letters that the supposed 'Senior Citizen Center' was having a yard sale. Deidara tied on the sign with a bit of yarn and smiled. "There! It is perfect and beautiful in all ways!" His grin widened. "It contrasts so well with your skin tones that I might have to blow you up with it!"
Needless to say, this did not sit too well with the green man. Zetsu began to scuttle off very hurriedly into the woods.
"Would a customer actually agree to be blindfolded by a seven foot tall sprig of brocolli in order to go to a yard sale," deadpanned Itachi.
"Crap!" cried Kakazu as realization broke. "You forgot to tell him not to eat the customers! He'll end up bringing them back in tiny peices to feed his wierd creations!"
Kisame paled. Nobody in the Akatsuki wanted to venture into Zetsu's greenhouse for fear of Carl, otherwise known as Kudjo. Zetsu had created the phsychotic tomato plant for the sole purpose of guarding his greenhouse and frequently brought home mysterious bags of. . . 'stuff' to feed it. "Carl. . ."
Konan rolled her eyes obviously unconcerned with Zetsu's taste in pets. "I'm working the cash register," she said.
"That's not fair!" spewed Deidara. "You shouldn't get it just because you're a woman!"
Konan glared at him. "Who wants to know about the time Deidara got caught down by the pond by the ANBU police?"
Numerous hands shot up, and a petrified Deidara squealed, "Fine! Take the register, you darn Blackmailer!"
Konan smiled. "Don't mind if I do."
Kisame turned around to stare at the remaining Akatsuki members with a look of impatience. He knew there was a reason that Pein always left him in charge of the motley Fools when he went on outings such as today. Pein had left to cancel all the unneeded bills such as Deidara's cell phone and the Dish cable putting Kisame in charge once more.
Kisame clapped his hands together. "Okay! Let's unearth everything from the recesses of the garage then we'll worry about making everything presentable!"
After hours of squabbling and work, the Akatsuki had retrieved many items such as fireworks, smoke bombs, torture devices, bear traps, cans of unknown substances, gasoline, a teddy bear Itachi affectionately reffered to as Mr. Snuggles, a stuffed shark, pickle jars filled with pennies, and a Votswagon Beetle. Kisame deemed all of these items saleable and proceeded to enforce the 'make everything presentable' part of his instructions. Eventually a disgruntled and very P. Akatsuki stood behind the tables strewn with many objects that are better left alone if you're a normal person.
"Do I really have to sale Barbie and Ken separately," asked Tobi with tears in his eyes. "They'll be so lonely without each other. . ."
Kisame sighed exasperatedly. "Yes. Barbie hates Ken and wants to leave him."
Tobi's tears began to overflow as he squeaked, "She does? Poor Ken. . ."
"No, Ken wants to go on an adventure to find. . ," Kisame seemed stumped as to what a half chewed bald doll would want to find.
"Hair," supplied Deidara.
"A friggin' life," intoned Hidan.
"Cookies," said Konan matter-of-factly.
The group then glanced at each other and responded in unison, "Cookies."
"Exactly! Ken wants cookies, and Barbie won't let him have any," said Kisame obviously pleased with his newfound knowledge into the minds of male dolls.
"Ah!" Tobi was apparently pleased with Kisame's story. "Sasori-sama would be so happy for his dollies!"
The group was interrupted by a scuffling sound coming from the woods along with happy and joyful laughter. It was a surprise to all when Zetsu came out of the forest leading a couple of very green men, but no surprise at all that his sign was covered with red splotches. Zetsu carefully undid the blindfolds, so the men could see the group of people before them that were twitching in numerous ways.
"How could someone be so insensitive to fashion as to wear that thing," hissed Deidara under his breath.
"Live customers," muttered Kakazu. "I can't believe it!"
Kisame turned his gaze away from the green spandex wearing men in matching bowl cuts to survey his cleverly disguiesed crew. Konan was pulling off her sexy backwoods hillbilly look complete with pig tailed blue curls. Deidara happened to be pulling off the forced role of 'housewife to the normal farmer' pretty well. Kakazu was trying to act like the normal farmer which meant inspecting 'the seven foot tall brocolli sprig'. Hidan had his hair down in his face while wearing huge glasses that seemed to reflect light no matter which way he turned. Tobi was dressed in his 'Happy-Greeting-Love Suit' which consisted of a fuzzy bathrobe and bunny slippers. Itachi was probably the most dangerous looking of all of them at this moment. He had donned a leather jacket with a skull on the back, tight fitting black jeans, and a blood red bandanna. Kisame himself was trying his best to look entirely like the loan shark his father had always wanted him to be. All in all, he was pleased with the Akatsuki's transformation and adept abilities at hiding their logo.
"What a young and youthful bunch we have here," shouted Might Gai into Itachi's bland face. When he recieved no response but a glare that truly stated "Touch me and die", Gai proceeded to give Itachi a hug in the name of youthful vigor.
Itachi is not one to take threats lightly, even unvoiced ones, so he expected his enemies, no matter how big or small, to respect and understand that, therefore leaving him no choice but to punch the green man unconcious.
"Itachi," screeched Deidara in a low tone. "Look what you did! Now we have to hide another body! Remember all the trouble we got in the last time you lost your temper like that?!"
Itachi glared at Deidara in a way that reminded Deidara all too well that he had been the one plastered to the wall the last time Itachi's temper had been set off. When Pein had finally found Deidara crawling through the hallway from the basement where Itachi had ordered him to stay, all heck had broken loose, but most of it had broken on Itachi's head. It had also been the last time Deidara had stolen Itachi's personal plate of chocolate chip cookies.
Deidara proceeded to kick the body under the table until Might Gai was hidden from view quite satisfactorily. "There! Now let's hope the other member of Fashionably Challenged-R-Us doesn't notice," he intoned jerking a thumb at the said member.
Rock Lee, for that was his name, did not notice as he was too busy exclaiming to Tobi the joys of being youthful and vigorous. The Akatsuki remained calm and somewhat tense for a few hours while watching the ninjas confer back and forth about varoius things until realization dawned that getting the spandexed man to buy something bridged on the edge of impossible.
"Good going, Itachi," muttered Kakazu as he was thoroughly done with his examination of Zetsu. "You just killed our only customer."
"He's not dead," pointed out Itachi in an unconcerned voice.
Konan blew a bubble and flipped through an old magazine titled Tips and Trends for the Fashionably Oppressed. "If you hadn't knocked him out, we might have sold something. Perhaps a bear trap or this particular magazine." She looked up thoughtfully. "He really needs this magazine. Maybe I'll drop it by next time I'm in Konoha. . ."
"What makes you think the poor sap is even gonna make it back to Konoha," asked a sadened Hidan while staring at his forlorn bear traps.
"I wonder," sighed Konan as she stood up and tosed her magazine on her previous seat.
She wandered over to where Deidara had unceremoniously stuffed Might Gai and proceeded to kick his body out on the other side of the table. When this job was done, she walked all her mini-skirt clad self over to where Rock Lee was talking in an animated voice to Tobi.
"Oh dear," she simpered in an adorable an utterly irresistable pout. "Sir, it seems your friend has fallen and knocked himself unconcious." She gave Rock Lee her best puppy eyes and let a little blood flow into her cheeks.
Kisame's heart, along with the rest of the Akatsuki's excluding Tobi and Kakazu, began to speed up at the sheer cuteness of their sole female teammate.
"Dang!" whistled Hidan. "I wish she'd have looked like that the last time she gave me my medicine!" He temporarily recalled his recent bout with the flu and the way Konan had stuffed what felt like her entire hand down his throat to force him to swallow instead of offering a glass of water like a normal human being.
Deidara patted his shoulder. "I know what you mean, man."
Itachi wrinkled his nose in disgust at the simpering demeanor of his former comrade but found it somewhat endearing that she could be so devious.
Rock Lee seemed to feel what some of the Akatsuki were feeling and immediately became a chivalrous gentleman. "Well, then in the name of youthful strength, I will carry him back to our hometown!"
Without further ado, the green clad man picked up his fallen comrade and rushed off through the forest back to Konoha.
Konan turned back to face the Akatsuki. "And that, Gentlemen, is how you get things done." She clenched a newspaper in her fist and a cruel smile split her face. "And if you have any presumptions that I would use charm on any of you to get you to do something, you are sorely mistaken. When not hiding my identity, I will personally beat the crap out of all of you."
Many vigorous nods greeted this revelation.
"I'm glad you understand." With a blissful smile upon her face, she walked back over to her chair and sat down to resume her catalog browsing and gum chewing.
"Kisame?" Deidara looked somewhat confused and scared. "Won't letting the green freak go home alone without his blindfold cause a bit of trouble?"
The group looked at Konan with a half fearful and half critisizing stare.
"You should've sent someone after him," she responded without looking up from her catalog.
Kisame sighed as he came to understand that he would get no help from the blue haired kunochi. "Umm. . . Who would like to chase down our eco-friendly customers?"
Zetsu raised his hand. "Me! They like plants and insist on a clean enviroment full of youth!"
". . . Would anyone else like to chase down our customers?" Kisame silently feared the Brocolli Sprig would be converted by the loud and raucous freaks.
Itachi's eyes swept around the clearing. "Too late. We've got more company."
Out of treetops dropped several very distinguished and recognizable ANBU teams. The said teams began to advance in unison on the Yard Sale, and it's very non-respectable workers.
"Woah," whispered Hidan. "Check out that blonde over there! Hot, or what?"
Deidara followed the finger and indeed did see a slender blonde womanly figure standing on the far edge of the clearing. "That hairstyle is sooo copyrighted," he growled. "How dare she do that?!"
A decidely older man with white spiky hair that Deidara might describe as artistic but terribly porportioned stepped up. He trailed his single visible eye lazily over the group of killers and asked in a bored voice, "Who's the leader of this. . . " He glanced at the sign that Zetsu had thrown into the bushes half hazardly as he had ducked behind the table. "Senior Citizen Yard Sale?"
Kisame straightened his tie and mentally prepared himself for the lies he was about to tell to the visiting ANBU squad leader. He raised his hand and smiled a greeting. "I am in charge around these parts!"
The squad leader looked very bored indeed as he stared at the sweating and apparently devious loan shark. "Ah. I see."
Kisame was taken aback for a moment. "You do?"
"Yes," replied Kakashi as he ran his eyes over the contents of the yard sale. "You have a fine crisis center going on here."
"Kakashi," said the tall blonde eyeing Tobi having an animated conversation with Ken, "I don't think we're going to find the Akatsuki here. I mean, what kind of respectable criminal organization has yard sales and deals in bear traps?"
Itachi, being the wonderfully sane and practical ninja he is, noticed the signs of Hidan's impending rampage before Hidan even did as he was too preocupied in coming up with many reasons bear traps happened to be respectable items of great value, so Itachi did what was necessary. He punched him in the face until he as well was unconcious.
"Dear Lord!" hissed Deidara. "Are we gonna have to start you a body pile?"
A man with long and impecably beautiful and perfect brown hair stepped forward and whispered something into his squad leader's ear. Kakashi rolled his eyes and muttered something along the lines of 'Don't be ridiculous, Neji. These freaks aren't threatening at all.'
Kakashi began to promptly lay on the ground and read Icha Icha Paradise with a bit more intrigued expression on his face.
"What are you doing?!" hissed Neji loud enough for the entire clearing to make out.
Kakashi looked up at the ninja with an expression that clearly read 'You're annoying'. "Well," he explained tiredly, "we barged into these. . . good folks yard sale, so we might as well shop a bit." He pushed a few yen into Neji's hands and waved him off before returning to his book.
Neji clenched his fist around the money dangerously. "I can't believe him," he muttered almost to himself. "Ino?"
Ino shrugged and began to walk over to the tables to browse through the randomly placed items. Her eyes alighted on a bottle of bright blue shampoo that had Silky and Beautiful scrawled across the bottle.
"Hey," she said pointedly to the blue haired gum chewing Konan.
Konan looked up with much the same expression as Kakashi until she noticed Ino was holding her own signature shampoo. "Yeah?"
"How much is this?"
Konan seemed to consider the question briefly before responding with the typical Konan price range. "$10,000 with tax."
Ino's eyes narrowed angrily until presumed realization dawned. "You almost had me fooled there for a second!"
Konan looked down the row of men and noted how the only other customer that was actually near the tables was having a staring contest with Itachi who was using the unconcious Hidan as a foot rest. The thought rolled across her mind that this single bottle of shampoo would probably be the only thing that they sold the entire day. "I'll give it to you for a dollar." It wasn't like her teammates needed the money anyway.
Ino laughed and passed her a $5 bill. "Keep the change. What brand is this?"
Konan went back to her magazine and replied without looking up, "My own personal blend. Real good stuff."
Ino looked at the woman's pig tails and noticed that they were indeed silky and dandruff free. "Yep," she agreed.
Kakashi glanced at the strange orange man kneeling beside him and staring curiously. He could almost swear that swirly orange mask was familiar. He briefly entertained the thought that this man could be a ruthless killer.
Tobi noticed Kakashi's stare and immediately offered him a daisy chain.
"Nope," sighed Kakashi as he turned back to his book. "Must be the wrong guy."
Neji stared at the obsidian black and dark hell-ish eyes of the overgrown skinny jeaned biker and wondered why in the world he was stuck behind a table at a Senior Citizen Center saling smoke bombs painted with cherry blossoms? Was he some sort of art nut gone wierd? This all seemed a bit suspicious to him. . .
Kisame edged over to Kakashi and pointed to Icha Icha Paradise. "Uh. . . What volume is that," he questioned.
"Five," answered Kakashi with a smile because Icha Icha Paradise was one of his favorite things in the world.
"Ohmygosh!!!!" Kisame fairly stopped all sound in the clearing with his cry of anguish. "I have to go to Books-A-Million!!! The new volume is already out?!"
Neji had finally come to a conclusion. "You have problems," he told the bland and blank faced Itachi. He nudged a card across the table that he drew from a pocket. "Call them. They can help. They helped me a lot that one time my cousin told me she was a werewolf. I didn't sleep for weeks until I called them. They told me my mother was a vampire. I swear I fainted right on the spot. I now know that the biggest problems are closer to home."
Itachi couldn't help the slight twitching of the eyebrow.
"I know, man," said Neji gently. "You're dad was Frankenstein, too. It's okay. Let it out."
"Neji," yelled Ino. "Quit telling the innocent man about your family problems! All of Konoha already fears your family enough!" She put a hand to her head in exasperation. Neji had come up with the bright idea last week that telling the future shinobi (translation: pre-schoolers) that his family consisted of demonic beings to scare them into submission. Needless to say, small children waited on him hand and foot for fear of being eaten at night.
Neji winked at Itachi, who didn't enjoy the gesture of friendship at all, before wandering off with Ino to drag Kakashi away from him and Kisame's fangirl-ish squeals.
Deidara picked up the card and read aloud. "Psychic Evaluation Hotline: Determine if You're Sane Enough."
Deidara couldn't stifle the laugh that began to escape his mouth, but then again, neither could Kisame or Kakazu as they considered Itachi a rare psychotic and malfunctioned humaniod critter.
Itachi raised an eyebrow and began to activate his sharingan. It was then Pein entered the clearing carrying a Pepsi can that he tossed into the trashcan.
"Who wants to go to Chili's," he called happily.
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First of all, if you walk into Chili's and see mysteriously dark clad men eating in the farthest booth away from the sun, they are not vampires. It is quite likely that they are Akatsuki, but if they have snazzy sayings such as 'Cereal Killer' and 'These are NOT my Friends' on their variously styled shirts, they are most certainly the Akatsuki, and if you saw them all fall out of a yellow Voltswagon Beetle after arriving, they are the Akatsuki. Call the ANBU right away unless you have a thing for dangerous and hot.
Pein sipped his strawberry daquiri and sighed in exultation. The wonderful sugary and alcoholic high he was getting made him so very happy.
"Well," he said after a particularly long sip. "How much money did we make today? I bet we got at least $10,000 for Konan's shampoo stuff and around $500 for Hidan's bear traps." Silence greeted him. "What?"
"Damn shampoo crap isn't better than my bear traps," sulked Hidan.
"Oh, shut up," said an irritated Konan.
"What happened," asked Pein in a voice that clearly suggested he didn't actually want to know.
"We earned the approximate sum of $1.10 due to Konan's foresight to charge tax," deadpanned Itachi as he sucked the last bit of lemonade from his glass. Itachi eyed the seven lemon slices in his glass evily as if he had expected much more sour-ness out of them and was quite disappionted. He looked back up at Pein. "It was the shampoo."
"I personally think that we should start a shampoo business," said Deidara cheerfully. "Konan could mix it. Zetsu could do some wierd crap on it, and Hidan could beat the employees into submission!"
"That's a terrible idea," said a dejected Hidan as he wasn't taking the hate toward his bear traps too well.
"Aw," said Tobi sadly. "Does someone need a hug?"
". . . Yeah. I need a hug." Hidan then surprised the entire world by hugging Tobi, throwing away his sythe and by extension his new staff, declaring his lifelong dream to be a wedding planner, and taking a trip to have tea with the Pope and engage in civil conversation without swearing.
Well, that didn't exactly happen. But he hugged Tobi, and the Akatsuki looked like that just happened.
"I wouldn't usually say this," said Itachi. "But. . . what the hell?!"
"My thoughts exactly," said Kakazu.
"Hidan, are you okay," asked an abashed Kisame.
"No," said Hidan wiping the tears out of his eyes. "Itachi, do you steal have that disgusting and totally useless Psycho People Card that I would totally never ever use?"
"Yeah," said Itachi passing it to him. "You need it way more than me."
"On any other day I would disagree with that statement," said Deidara.
". . . But today is not an ordinary day," finished Zetsu.
The Akatsuki sat in relative silence, except for Itachi loudly slurping on his empty lemonade glass, for a moment. Suddenly, a glass of lemonade slammed down on the table next to Itachi. The somewhat dazed Akatsuki jumped and looked over at Itachi staring with an irritated expression on his face.
Itachi, after all, had certainly not jumped along with the rest of his psychotic comrades. He does not jump at loud noises or anything for that matter. Itachi instead eyed the said glass coldly before turning his head in a slow way that did not at all satify the pink haired waitress behind him. She had, of course, wanted to scare the living daylights out of him, and that smug smile on her face did not suggest she suceeded. Nope! Not at all!
"There's your lemonade," she smiled cruelly at him. "Would you refrain from slurping it up your straw and disturbing the rest of our customers, please?"
Itachi noted the slight inflection of her voice and decided he did not like that at all. "I wouldn't engage in something so common placed as drawing liquid up a cylindrilical tube so as to make an irritating and very stress relieving noise such as you're describing," he explained with narrowed eyes.
"Huh," replied the pink haired girl as she backed up with a somewhat confused expression on her face as she felt she had just been insulted.
Itachi let a smile cross his face as he noted that he had adequately and in a very adept manner confused the girl. He shut his eyes and sipped the new glass of lemonade in a thoroughly royal manner.
Almost immediately, the table on which his lemonade was setting exploded into splinters sending his lemonade spewing all over his prized 'Cereal Killer' t-shirt and new jeans. He looked in shock at the pink haired girl that was obviously way more than she seemed.
She smiled at his shock, "I don't really get the gist of what you said as it was probably too common placed to befit my ears anyway, but I didn't like your voice as it was too rough and highly unelegant," she said by way of explanation as she tugged a glove down.
Itachi blinked in response and felt the shock turn into fear, because for once, he had no idea what he was dealing with.
