Konan sat at her desk that morning trying to sort through the shit load of paperwork the drug dealers left her with. There was so much that she hadn't managed to finish yesterday. People of that sort usually had thick criminal records which meant more work for her. Even more drug dealers had been caught during the night so even more paperwork had piled up. At the moment all you could see on Konan's desk was paper and the back of her computer monitor. No even her vibrant hair was visible.
Konan liked being busy though, the click click of keys was better than the heavy silence of the jail.
Konan didn't notice over the comforting and distracting sound of the keys taping the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway.
"Konan."
Her head shot up and her fingers ceased their typing at the sound of his voice.
A fiery red head was visible over the mounds of paper.
"Oh Pein, what are you doing here?" Asked Konan. Wasn't he supposed to be in a cell?
"I'm getting out today since they don't have enough proof to keep me in here."
"Oh! Well that's just great." Said Konan.
One of the officers came up behind Pein.
"Alright, get out of here unless you want us to throw your sorry ass back in that cell." Said the officer gruffly.
Pein nodded and gave Konan a goodbye wave. She gave him a small smile on the way out.
The officer who had thrown Pein out turned and faced Konan.
"Counan I better NOT catch you speaking, being civil too, or even beginning to interact with that damn street ass punk. DO YOU HEAR ME? You may look like one of those street punks, but you do good work Counan. Don't give yourself a bad rep here at the jail for being seen with that guy. He isn't worth it."
The officer got close to Konan's face. "Understand bluey?"
Konan had to struggle to contain her anger. She might not be able to kick his ass or stab a million paper weapons through various spots causing a shitload of pain for Konan's amusement, but she could certainly tell him off.
"First of all my name is KONAN. K-O-N-A-N. I know you're not that smart with your elementary education, but try to wrap your tiny mind around that OK? Second, my hair is natural, I can't help that. Third, just because I have ONE piercing that isn't on my ears does not make me a street punk.
Fourth, who I talk too is none of your concern. Fifth, I don't give a damn about my rep at this place. Sixth, Pein did nothing wrong. You all arrested him on the vague whim he stole something. I don't think you all even know what he supposedly stole. Seventh, 'bluey' is a really lame name. I'm sure counting to seven is hard to you, but try to bear with me. It's hard for someone like me to lower myself to your pathetically low intelligence level. Did I leave anything out? "
The officer was angry his round face was turning purple. "You blue haired bastard! You have no idea how the law works. I try to give you advice and you shot me down. Pein is bad, thief or not."
"You tell me I don't understand how the law works? I believe when you write a police report you need to have witness statements, what the accused is being accused off, by whom, and such. I may not have gone to to law school, but I've typed up enough reports to know damn well what should go in them. I didn't see what Pein was accused of stealing, nor did you have any solid evidence. Anybody with common sense can tell you that you have to have some proof before you rightly arrest someone."
"Why you little blue haired-"
Konan had enough of this ass's yelling. She stood up and slapped him across the face. He stumbled back and had a huge red mark on his face. It stood out nicely against his purple face.
"If you say one more thing about Pein than I swear you will wish that you wouldn't be able to live to regret it. He is a far kinder person than you!" Screeched Konan.
Konan stormed out of the jail, not caring if her shift was over or not.
"Ill talk to chief Bishamon about your disrespectful behavior!!!"
Konan rolled her eyes. Usually she had a high tolerance of people considering the ass holes of officers she dealt with, but she was not going to deal with people taking their anger out on her. After all, that guy was just pissed because Pein was getting out scot-free.
It was a warm and beautiful day, the scent of orange strawberry blossoms heavy in the air, fluffy white clouds drifting lazily through the baby blue sky, people cheerily walking down the street. Konan didn't bother to stop and admire the surreal scene like she usually did. Her thoughts were swirling around like a pissed off whirlpool. People swerved to the side to avoid her as she thundered down the middle of the side walk.
Konan threw the door to her home open, and it hit the wall with a bang. Konan collapsed onto her zebra patterned bed. She vaguely wondered whether she should call in sick tomorrow. Konan decided against it and drifted off for a nap.
Pein calmly left the jail. He blinked a few times in the bright sunshine. He inhaled the scent of orange blossoms. That was his second favorite fragrance next to watermelon.
He walked down the street to the more run down part of town. He turned a few corners and stopped outside a shabby, brick apartment. The stairs creaked as he climbed them to the third floor. Dust came up in little puffs around his feet as Pein walked down to he fourth door on the left. The familiar red, chipped door was a welcome sight. After digging in his pockets, Pein produced a brass key and opened the door.
All of the main members of the gang were crowded into his small living room. Itachi and Sasori were stoic as usual and were calmly sitting on the lime green sofa pushed against the left wall. Kisame and Deidara were grinning like idiots. Obviously they were happy to have their leader back. Hidan was asleep in the navy blue recliner near the window, snoring very loudly. Kakuzu was sitting at the kitchen table to the right working on finances. Zetsu was rummaging through the fridge.
"Welcome back leader!" Said Deidara happily.
Kisame walked forward and put his hand on Pein's shoulder.
"Congrats on surviving prison again!" Said Kisame.
"Yea, thanks." Said Pein tiredly as he flopped down next to Sasori.
"So leader, how was your time in the pokey?" Asked Deidara.
"Boring as always."
"Oh you didn't meet a girl?" Asked Kisame, grinning.
Pein kept his face expressionless, though his insides were churning. He'd never hear the end of it if they knew about Konan, even though they had only spoken. The gang was like that.
"No."
Kisame's face fell. "Man, when are you gonna get yourself a woman?"
'When I find one worthy enough."
Kisame snorted and proceeded to help Zetsu rummage through the fridge.
"How the hell did you guys even know when they were letting me out?" Asked Pein.
"We bribed a few of the guards." Said Itachi calmly.
"Of course." Sighed Pein. The gang was so on top of things.
"When is our next job? Our finances could use a little bit more green." Said Kakuzu, still calculating.
"Anyone have any ideas? Since I've been in jail I haven't heard of any jobs."
"I heard about a business executive in the next town over needs some competition removed." Offered up Sasori.
"Good, get me his name and contact information, and we'll get right on that job." Said Pein.
Sasori nodded and went to the phone. After a brief conversation, Sasori hung up the phone.
"One of his lackeys is going to met me the day after tomorrow to give us the information."
"Good." Said Pein, pleased.
By this time, Kisame and Zetsu had finished raiding the fridge. They had amassed a truck load worth of ingredients.
"Now, we have a feast to celebrate our leader returning home from the pokey!" Said Kisame brightly.
Pein smiled inwardly. He loved this bunch, even if they were a little odd.
