Yes, it's Christmas vacation! Now I have more time with this…
Unfortunately, I'm kinda having mental block with this fanfic, since I'm starting to work on the one I'm supposed to publish in the afternoon of Christmas Eve. (Which could mean the dawn of December 23 to some who live on the other side of the globe. Lol, dawn is Akatsuki, right? Oh, whatever, that was a bad pun.)
So, okay, whatever… Let's bring this thing down!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Pein almost never sees Konan like this; usually she'd use some sort of genjutsu to make herself presentable. Not today, though. He wondered what the origami addict's problem is as he cooked pancakes for breakfast.
Konan had very large eye bags, extremely messy hair, and an exceedingly disturbing smile on her face.
"Konan, are you high?" the Rinnegan wielder asked worriedly. Sure, Konan gets crazy at times, but this is creeping him out.
"Nope," the woman said cheerfully.
"Did something good happened to you?"
"Nope."
"…"
"…"
"Then, why the hell are you smiling like that? It's creepy!" Pein screamed, almost scared out of his wits.
His partner innocently tilted her head to one side. "Why, is there something wrong, Nagato?"
Nagato made Deva Path rush out of the kitchen, so that he wouldn't have to bear with Konan's frightening childlike demeanor. Good thing the pancakes are already done.
Pein rushed to his secret room (which Tobi knew and Sasori and Itachi found out) where all the computers that are connected to security cameras are located. He immediately checked the videos from Konan's room the night before. (A/N: The cameras are in everyone's rooms, not for peeking at, but just to find out what all the Akatsuki are doing just in case something goes wrong. Kakuzu nearly killed the leader when about one-twenty thousandth of the Akatsuki funds went to the cameras and computers, not that the former Taki-nin knew where the money went.)
Konan was writing furiously on hundreds of sheets of paper, in different handwritings no less. It didn't matter to her that her blue hair was practically in her face as she wrote different messages on each sheet in less than ten seconds.
Since that particular scene went for about two hours on video, Pein fast-forwarded the video until he saw Konan get out of her room with all reams of paper at hand. He quickly switched to the computer where the cameras for the hallways are connected. He watched the female Ame-nin tiptoe through the hallway until she stopped at a bedroom door. Sasori's door, to be exact.
Konan knocked on the door, knowing well that the Suna-nin never slept, what with his puppet body and Hiruko needing repairs all the time. She opened the door when Sasori's bored voice told her to get in.
Pein changed computers to get a view of Sasori's room. And here's the scene of what happened:
"Hey, Sasori!" Konan greeted.
Sasori turned up from the mess of wooden limbs to look at her. "Hello, Konan. It's rather late, isn't it?"
The woman gulped a bit. "I know, but the mailman came late. I bet Zetsu's eaten him by now."
"…What do you want?" The puppeteer seemed not to notice the lie, which Konan was thankful for.
"Here's the mail the mailman sent. They're all for you, I guess," she said confidently.
The redhead eyed the stack of papers. "Why are they out of their envelopes?"
Konan gulped again. "Uh, I kinda scanned all of them. Sorry, but they're all just fan mail. No harm done."
Sasori blinked. "I… have… fan mail?" Ah, the lie wasn't even perceived.
The blue-haired ninja sweatdropped a bit. "Sure, you do. Everyone in the Akatsuki does. Well, maybe except Kakuzu," she added under her breath.
Sasori took the stack of papers from Konan's arms and starts reading while Konan stood still as she watched him read.
Pein fast-forwarded the video until he saw Sasori read the last letter, which is about three hours when he started reading the first letter, and put it in a pile with the other letters. No wonder Konan had eye bags.
"So all this fans wrote to me just to say they want me to sing…" he muttered.
"Uh, yeah?"
Sasori looked at Konan with an exasperated look. "Stand back a bit, will you?"
Konan nodded while backing out a little.
The Suna-nin moved his sleeve up his forearm and burned the letters with his built-in flame thrower.
The woman blinked, opened her mouth, closed it, then blinked again in disbelief of what recently happened. " Why did you burn the papers?" she managed to get out.
"Because it'll be a mess in my room," he simply said.
Konan blinked again before turning her back on him. "Uh, bye, Sasori."
"Bye, Konan." The redhead stared for a while at her retreating silhouette before sighing, closing the door, turning back to the mess of limbs, and mumbling something about wasting his time on fanmail.
Pein watched his partner walk along the hallway. When she got to her room, she started to laugh so crazily she can creep out even the most hardcore Uchiha. The leader sweatdropped epically as he thought, "So much for the karaoke machine," as Tobi loudly sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star at the machine. Kisame roared something incoherent about the whole house still sleeping as he apparently turned the machine off and made the masked man cry like a baby.
Damn this, the "j" key stuck in this particular laptop… Now I have to use the on-screen keyboard, copy-paste the letter or I connect another keyboard into the damned thing. Seriously, how troublesome…
Anyway, please review. :3
