A/N: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters; this site is called Fanfiction for a reason.

This drabble was inspired by a very particular RP post at the LJ Comm for Cafe Akatsuki. If you want the link to the post just let me know in a review and I'll send it to you via PM.

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Group Psychology 004
Prompt #16: Sight
Word Count: 438

Sasori had seen a lot of things during his lifetime (which consisted of more years than he cared to admit), but nothing quite like the sight that was laid out before him now. That in itself was quite the feat considering how long he'd been working at the Cafe. The place was funny like that, just when you began to believe you had seen everything, it tended to throw something else at you. Promptly after that the realization generally struck – very much like a brick wall – that nothing was ever a sure thing at this place.

Sasori was hitting one of those brick walls right at this moment.

"What the hell..?"

It wasn't like him to use such vulgar terms loosely, more so in public out of the relative privacy of his workroom, however in this particular case the saying must've been justified.

"What the fuck?"

If only because Itachi had come alongside him and was gawking at the sight in front of them in a state a mild disbelief (wasn't as if profanities were his style either).

There was that brick wall thing again.

The two of them weren't even inside the Cafe yet. They both seemed rather content to stay outdoors for the time being (even if it did look like rain) and away from the... odd state of affairs inside. Almost as if they were afraid to approach some sleeping beast.

Which might not have been so far off the mark, neither of them was particularly fond of colour.

Especially, neon colours.

Sticky Notes.

Everywhere.

On every surface imaginable; chairs, the floor, even Hidan's precious espresso machine hadn't been spared (wont he be pleased?). The only parts left bare were the windows, and presumably the door (but one could never be sure), other than that the Cafe was completely covered in a sea of blindingly bright colours from every corner of the rainbow, including colours Sasori didn't even know existed. The mass amount of sticky notes seemed to cause Cafe to radiate some sort of light on its own without the help of electricity, and that disturbed him on some level. He just didn't consider that sort of thing natural. Then again, laws of nature didn't apply to this Cafe (laws of gravity, or physics either now that he thought of it).

And Really? Cafe employees had been notorious for their use of sticky notes for almost everything from mundane shopping lists to full scale arguments on Pein's office door.

But this was ridiculous.

"We should clean before Pein-san get's here."

"...Indeed." the other sounded mildly grim.

It was going to be a long day.

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End 004

A/N: Might come and rewrite this one later, not sure if I liked how it came out or not. It was a little awkward to write.