DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto, or anything else used in this story.
*REALLY LONG AUTHORS NOTE, SKIP IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME*
Okay, originally this authors note was going on and on with me ranting about the Akatsuki's ressurection in the regular series... But, that was about- dare I say a month ago?
When did I last update this? sorry everybody. The story wasn't supposed to go on a suspense-hiatus like this. I just- well, I guess I must've lost interest...
But I'm here now- I picked the chapter back up when it was less then half done. (It all went blank shortly after we get to Hidan's house. So everything before that was written a month before the rest.)
The current date that I am writing this new authors note is- Wednesday, May 19, 2010.**
So whenever this is posted on. That's how long it took me to write the rest.
I'm not at all leaving this story. Lets see- what's happened with me? Nothing, really. I got a new Tony Hawk game that I've been playing the last four days. (I haven't even touched the computer in a week, wow. That'a a record for me...)
Last night I suddenly got really bad chills. I couldn't stop shaking uncontrolably. My teeth chattering. I had a long-sleave on. I had to put a jacket on and got an extra blanket. I was still shivering and chattering. I'd have to say I got to bed around-... 7am... I woke up at 9, went back to sleep and woke up at 3pm. In which I was then rather toasty and sweaty... Maybe there was a ghost in my room... All I know is that right now, as I'm writting. My body aches horribally. I almost couldn't stand up on my own without groaning. And my body feels hot, like I have a sunburn or somethin'
But really everyone. Whoevers reading this has likely read my other authors notes. And know that Naruto, and many other Anime, are my life. Let me show you this example. When I told my mother I wasn't going to marry, I was just going to spend my life playing with Naruto characters and other cartoons from other demensions. She thought I was joking. But I was in a certain mood so I decided I wanted to convinse her that was what was going to happen. But the thing is- I started laughing during it, just because of the way she was reacting. So I sounded very much crazy. And upon realizing that- I started laughing harder.
My Mommy tried to playfully say- "Who are you?"
That was too much, I answered "I'm LoveGunner!" Just because it fit so perfectly. I was trying to stop laughing when I said it. So- it came out sounding weird and sadistic... which made me laugh more. At this point my Mom seemed genuinely worried. And called my Grandmother, to certify that I was insane.
But that's the thing! The Naruto characters really DO exsist! they really are in another demension somewhere. And if you believe enough you can go see them. Then, you have to try and remember what you did with them. It works as- usually the first thing you think of- isn't you coming up with something. It's you remembering.
As Itachi said: "We go through life thinking it's reality, when in actuality, reality would only be what the borders are of our own knowladge and senses. And so- one persons fiction could very well be another reality. And visa-versa."
We all know Itachi was a genius. And not only that- but I found a science artical that was saying the same exact thing! So- therefore. If something is thought up- then it's real in another sort of demension! VOILA! I'm not crazy! everybody else is!
And so I have recently came up with a sort-of prank to pull on my Mother. When I get a job and aren't home alot(she wants me to go to Art collage. Which might happen too.). I'll eventually tell her that I met a guy.
His name is Neil Cersack. He's 26 years old, likes Soccer and has two antique swords his father gave him. He has a little brother named Thomas. And has a ex-girlfriend named Eileen who doesn't like me. He has a friend named Elliot whose a party animal and invites us over alot. His Mother is a pretty red-head who really likes orange. His Grandmother lives with him, and his Father killed himself during the war. Neil wants to be a Gym Teacher. He has scraggily dark-red hair and green eyes. He's very active and even hyper sometimes. And has a collection of traffic tickets.
After a while. When she's continually asked to meet him, and it's been long enough to get all this information out. I'll tell her that he's fake. And explain how I created him.
Neil is the name of a character I created in a original story of mine. Although everyone in the story is a Naruto-character counter-part. Neil would be the main character, based off Naruto... Cersack is the last name I gave to the villian Janga from the Klonoa game series. 26 is Kakashi's age pre-Shippuden. Soccer is the hobby of Jimmy Kudo from Case Closed. Two antique swords given to him by his father is a refference to Sesshomaru from Inuyasha. Thomas is the name of the healer hero in the book series The Silver Sequence. Ex-Girlfriend Eileen is the counter-part for Ethine from the books Tithe and Ironside, Eileen being the human name Corny gives her when he has to introduce her to his Mother. The Friend Elliot, is the name of the hero in the NiGHTS game series. His Mother the pretty red-head who likes orange, is a reffrence to Naruto's own Mother. The Grandmother living with him is a loose reffrence to Sasori and Chiyo. And his Father killing himself during the war is a reffrence to Kakashi's father. Wanting to be a Gym Teacher is another loose reffrence to Guy, who makes the perfect Gym teacher. Red hair and Green eyes is a modern, male version of my heated rival. Sakura Haruno. His personality is taken from a modern version of Deidara, with a need-for-speed. If my Mother ever happens to ask about sex, I will comense in telling her the discribtion of every detailed Akatsuki Smut story I've ever read...
And, voila, we have a confused Mommy who still thinks I'm insane for wanting to be a eternal virgin XD
This is getting to be a long authors note, I'll stop now. I don't usually beg for reviews, but they help me get chapters out faster. I'll hope the upcoming drama will satisfy you. I'm not sure how good I can write drama.
It'll be here in a few chapters- but this is the before-mentioned chapter where we follow the Akatsuki home. It's just a middle tidbit- and doesn't really belong to the first or second season. I just love background stories.
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** Okay, I can explain the prolonged time delay. On Wednesday, May 20, 2010. Me and my sister rented Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life. For 5 nights. So I was playing that the past 5 nights... And I'm gonna get my Granma to buy it for me- anyway. NOW, on Tuesday, May 25, 2010. I will continue writting and finish this chapter. The chapters after this are mostly already half-written. So there'll be some quick updates after that. NOW... I'll end this embarressingly long authors note -_-;
-Family Portraits-
Drifting off to sleep. I daydream about what might happen next. Maybe it'll just be hundreds of lazy days up to graduation? But at the same time I'm cheerful of what'll come. Not caring what it is, I'll be happy going through it all. At least I'm not alone.
It's only been a few days but so much has happened. Almost cornily perfect, like an amature Manga you buy at Comi-con for half price or something. Ah well.
But one of the things I'm wondering, while I'm- yaaawn, falling off to sleep is. What past lifes my friends have. What's making them seek refuge from the world?
-Normal POV-Sasori's House
Sasori's never been good with showing his emotions single-handedly. His personality- and this is sometimes on purpose- usually comes out seeming cruel and unusual. And he usually wants to be seen as cruel and unusual. Because he's good at it, and he wants to be perfect at everything.
Not many know that either. Deidara's the one always squabbling for attention. Not Sasori, no, never Sasori. Sasori doesn't care about what people think, Sasori doesn't have his heart skip a beat and his face go pale when someone betters him. Sasori has never been vain. He's the loner, he's the jackass, he's a misfit.
His parents died when he was five years old. In a car crash. Sasori thinks sometimes- the practical death in a story. Anybody could die in a car crash. Sometimes he's ashamed their demise could've been so unoriginal. At least that's what he thinks now.
Hit head-on by a suicidal drunk driver none-the-less. But there's some irony in it. The son of the drunk driver just happens to be Sasori's fucking science teacher. That's a new one. Not that he grudges against him at all. No, that would be too emotional for Sasori.
But the other Akatsuki know about Sasori. Yahiko knew him back in the beggining. Back when he was still mourning his parents(he still is, but if he showed it that'd be too emotional) He knew him when Sasori was a wreak, the little tike hiding in the corner, drawing scribbles in his notebook. All the others know, because they're misfits too. Which makes Sasori wonder if his predicament is original or not.
He climbs the steep hill up towards his house. He's lived with his Grandmother since the accident. The crazy woman- Sasori always thinks.
He opens the door now and is about to run up the stairs before she can offer him something as trivial or normal as food. He hates the stuff, everything has always tasted bland to him.
"Dammit Sasori get your ass down here!" He screeches. The woman's about up his kneecaps, and we're talking about Sasori here- not exactly mister basketball champ. Doesn't make Deidara any less scared of her though.
Sasori grumbles and turns to go back down the stairs. Stops infront of her and leans on the stair railing waiting for a reason to have turned around.
Chiyo gives him that cocky-as-hell smile that pull all her wrinkles up and gives him the almost comical 'you are screwed now' look. "Have dinner, my love. And eat something, you look famished. Not good for your heart you know."
"I'm not hungry,"
"Oh really?"
"No, I ate something off the road today, it was delicious, tasted like your cooking. Goodnight Grandma." He trys the stairs again.
"Eat my fucking Popeye-Casserole before I shove the ladle I cooked it with up you're stuck-up ass and dig out all those dead bugs you have up there." His Grandmother's a creative woman, really.
Sasori rolled his eyes. She'd do it too. He knows it, a thousand times over. But her casserole was going to be stuffed with so much cheese that he'd need something up his ass. But he was also somewhat worried on why she would need a ladel to cook a casserole. Who knows, maybe she just felt like saying the word. She's like that sometimes.
He'd thrown his notebook to the top of the steps and turned back and followed her through the living room that had the far wall lined with stuffed-full bookcases. Chiyo always said that his parents practicly collected books.
He sat down at the white table that already had a bowl waiting for him. Chiyo sat on the chair across from him, gave the big ole' 'eat-or-die' smile and then started shoving it in her mouth. Another thing from the past- Sasori liked her cooking once. But now it all seemed like disgusting 'this-might-taste-good-with-this' food.
But- haha, Chiyo's a proud woman. And even when all seems lost she will not back down from her plans to get Sasori to react to something. Then Sasori brought friends home. Once Kakuzu ventured there. Sensible man, reminded her a bit of her late husband. Then there was Deidara, oh, Chiyo had fun torturing Deidara. And she'd had so much fun she'd pulled every trick possible to get the blonde to give her the 'WTF' look.
Sasori picks at it. And picks, and picks, and picks. Chiyo scoffs, she actually wishes the blonde was here. He'd be whining, and picking at Sasori(instead of the food. Which even Chiyo was certain he'd eat half of before losing interest. That's his attention span) Sasori finally puts the fork down and looks at it. There might be some noodles in there. He sees something round.
"I'm going to bed." He gets up and walks away.
"Ah you little pussy."
Sasori trudges through the living room and up the stairs. Snatching his notebook and escaping into his room. It had sand-colored carpet. Deidara'd begged him to let him paint his room. So much so that finally Sasori did it himself, there was a desert effect with a beautiful sunset. The blonde threw an absolute fit.
His bed is pale colors. There's an ever-watching shelf of porcelain china dolls. Wide sparkling eyes, pale painted skin, frilly dresses. Some even have the small smile to match the staring eyes. Everyone that sees them thinks they're eerie. Thousands of stories, about dolls and girls and burtal murders in the night. Sasori just thinks they're beautiful.
He has puppets too. And marionettes like elegant thin versions of the china dolls. He'll take them out and look at them. But the passion of using them died with his parents. Before then Chiyo was sure he'd be a puppeteer. He still thinks he is. Like a puppeteer and a puppet at the same time. The master and the used. But those thoughts are left for when memories try to flood back when he wants to sleep.
He ruffled through his backpack. The thing was so small- Chiyo convinced all his teachers to give him as little homework as possible because she saw a news story about how unhealthy it is for kids to have heavy backpacks. Sasori isn't healthy. Never mind that he hardly ever eats, he was born with a massive Heart mur-mur that was too big to treat with anything but rest. That's why everyone worries about him. And Sasori lets them, it's a guilty pleasure for attention. Not like Itachi, who brushes things that might be life-threatening for him off cause he wants them to worry about more importaint things. So noble, Sasori admires it.
Emotions, once again, are too much to say. There's anger though, that idiot Deidara could make Sasori pop a lid and lose his temper and go off like a old car roaring to life. And he hates it. Because hate always reminds you of love. Anger of joy. And Sasori's parents sometimes reapper in his head for a moment and he feels like scribbling things in his notebook again.
He's always drawn the world how he sees it. He looks at someone- the new girl, Konan. The angry princess on her throne. He gave her jewelery and that halo. Because she was a pretty girl, just horribly, horribly tainted at the time.
He draws Deidara in those sparkle and blinding things he wants to be wearing. The glits and glam he pretends to have. Sasori gave him something else though too. The first time Deidara pissed him off, Sasori'd won the argument. And then when he looked at Deidara pouting on the recess yards' school steps he drew it. He gave Deidara angel wings. Still doesn't quite remember why. Maybe it was just the look in his eyes.
Thinking over the day- he got to control the lights at the concert, like always. He still remembers when Deidara tried to pester him while doing it. And the look on his face only Sasori could see when the lights went out.
He rolls over in his bed and flips through his notebook. Stopping on a blank page that doesn't have indent scars. He starts on the scene when Itachi was on stage. Itachi never gets extras. Cause he seems like everything he could be. The pencil scratching the paper seems so calming. Sasori hadn't realized how deeply he was engrossed in the sound untill he realized the whole picture was done.
He turns the page again. But then he stops with literal writers block. After a few minutes of thinking, and getting only one idea. He puts the pencil on the paper and sketches his parents. But he was lulled to sleep before it was finished.
Chiyo tip-toed in a couple minutes later. Just because he's seventeen doesn't mean he's grown at all, Chiyo knows he's always been such a baby either way. She's long given up trying to take his shoes or jacket off in these situations. She pulls the notebook out and looks at his parents on the incomplete background. Closing it she folds the blanket over to at least covor him. Nights get cold.
Sasori made his own portrait. He writes how he sees things, so it's just a blank page. But Chiyo still has the baby pictures of his parents holding him, and her giving his mother bunny ears.
-Hidan's House
"Let go of me!"
"Noooo~" Hidan chimes pulling his captive, Kakuzu along with him. Down the hill and towards his house.
Kakuzu hates going to Hidan's house, he hates going anywhere near it. He just wanted to go to his own house, where he was used to hating it.
Kakuzu's father is a Dean for Konoha University. He lives a couple of cities away near the school. Kakuzu used to go with him where ever he went for a while. Untill the Spring of a few years ago. Since then he's stayed in Ame, at the vacation home.
Hidan pulls him through the door of the tiny white house. "Mooommy~ I'm home!"
Hidan's mother, a practical, tired-looking woman came out from a doorway leading to the kitchen on the left. Still clichely causally cleaning a plate in her hand. "There you are, you missed dinner. Chi was balistic."
"Ah' she can bitch later." His mother had long ago abandoned the words 'watch your mouth'
Hidan still pulled him up the steps. In the doorway leading to the living room on the right was Hidan's uncle and grandfather visiting. He has a big family that apparently likes to breed like rabbits. If Hidan hadn't been so much trouble getting out of the womb he wouldn't be a only child.
Kakuzu swears he could name half of Hidan's relatives. They come over all the time. The house is almost never empty. Ever since Hidan saw the giant, practicly bare wooded boards that were called the rooms in Kakuzu's home he'd been intent on dragging Kakuzu over every time his attention span let him be reminded. Usually caused by remembering how much fun Hidan had making echoes in Kakuzu's living room.
Of course he was expected to go to the collage his father worked at. But that was never said out loud. Even Kakuzu remembers how all the future talk stopped after his mother died.
She'd gotten cancer somewhere around Kakuzu's elementry years. Foolish woman hesitated so long to tell them. She was always so strange like that, always spoiling Kakuzu with things he never wanted.
Right on cue Hidan's own mother, dressed in purple walks inside with a tray filled with a bottle of milk, two glasses and some cut apples. "Mom, ew!" Hidan whines.
"It's good for you, just eat it. Love you, don't keep Kakuzu up all night again." That was the usual goodbye whenever she brought a snack in. But then when she left the doorway. Chi replaced it. Feet far apart and hands on her hips in a dramatic 'I'm pissed' pose.
Kakuzu knew Chi wasn't her full name. Hidan usually calls her Cherry or something stupid. But it'd never really been mentioned. She was a pretty girl- apparently Hidan's cousin or something come to live with them. She had pale cherry-blossom hair and usually wore spring colors to match. Like now in her pink short-shorts and little-boys' tank top. "Hidan, you're late."
"Oh wah, you knew I'd be out awhile. Little bitch." 'Little bitch' also seemed to be a nickname. Hidan shoved one apple slice in his mouth for nuritment and then handed the rest to Kakuzu who'd went ahead to take a spot on Hidan's bed.
She half-stumpled-half-tackled the floor infront of Hidan to glare into his eyes. "Why do you always make promises you don't ever keep?"
"Why the fuck do you care!" Hidan exclaimed still with bit of apple his his mouth. Kakuzu's pretty sure he spit some on her face.
"I DON'T! Just don't tell me you'll do something and then don't do it!"
"I'll do whatever I want!"
"HIDAN!" One of his relatives yelled from downstairs.
Chi groaned loud and twirled up to leave the room, dramaticly stomping her feet. Kakuzu isn't exactly interested in dating at all, so he almost didn't notice what Hidan whistled at. "Love the underwear you little whore!"
Chi twirled around again glaring at him almost evily. She wears long skirts and sweaters at school but from what Kakuzu's seen she changes into shorts and some of Hidan's elementry hand-me-downs when she gets home. She for once doesn't have a comeback and, self-consiously, pulls her short's non-exsistaint legs down and bussles out of the room.
Kakuzu stares at Hidan whose laughing at the poor girls reaction. "She's your cousin,"
"She's a bitch!" Hidan trails off the last word with more laughter.
Kakuzu actively rolls his eyes and fall back on Hidan's bed.
Hidan's room is one of the lesser works of Deidara's room-painting fetish. After explaining that Hidan just doesn't really 'have much personality'. Deidara painted it a bright white. At the bottom was a thick light blue line going all around, and in the middle of the blue was a pink line that matched Hidan's strange pinkish eyes. His mother said that they kind of faded that way from a light brown. Hidan just complains it makes him look gay.(The eyes and the room,)
Hidan's latest stunt, (which was jumping out his window for kicks and breaking his wrist) Got his Xbox put in the closet. Which Hidan actually went on a very lengthy mission with Deidara and Itachi to find the key to. But it was finally stopped and post-poned when the teammates he asked to help wouldn't stop squabbling. (As in Deidara attempted to enter a wrestling match with Itachi, who side-stepped away from the blonde who then stumbled off the porch and onto his face, right infront of Yahiko, Sasori and Kisame...)
But those are the things Hidan does. Kakuzu makes note on how the man never thinks before doing something. Like- maybe if he tried to race across the tracks that giant Train blasting threw might run him over... They thought he was dead that time, untill the Train passed to have Hidan laughing on the other side. That stunt earned him a joint beating from Yahiko, Kakuzu himself, and a rather upset Deidara.
Kakuzu attempted a brotherly talk with Hidan once, telling him that he needs to be more careful before he gets himself killed or jailed. But that failed badly. Because Hidan answered that with later by eating lunch with his feet dangling off the schools roof.
Kakuzu had to desipher Hidan's not-quite-rebelious-hes-just-like-that-attitude himself. And Hidan dragging him to his house every other day helped at that.
Hidan gets sent to the Principal's almost daily. He's almost never without a current broken bone. He swears like a Pirate (Not a Sailor, a Pirate.). He's gotten both the schoolboard and local authorities to hate him. Skipped as many faily outtings as humanly possible. And some markings around his room suggest he's some sort of satanist. (One of the few school rumors that're actually true.) And Kakuzu's been able to conclude it because of one thing.
Hidan's family almost desperetly wants Hidan to follow in the family Buisness. Some really successful company that sells really simple things. But the thing that it doesn't take to much to figure out is- Hidan has never wanted to just be normal.
No one's sure why he wouldn't be content in having a guarented perfect, calm life. But that's just like no one's sure why Deidara hates attention being drawn away from him, or Kakuzu not being content in seeing the Akatsuki only in Summers. Or why Yahiko just wouldn't leave Konan alone when she tried to drift away.
Hidan, plain and simple. Just doesn't want to be forgotten to the world. Or, something along those lines. It doesn't stop Hidan though, from being a normally rowdy boy. Or, the strange sense of intelligence in his eyes that his personality seems to deny.(Kakuzu mentally kicks himself for having the word 'Intelligence' and 'Hidan' in the same sentance.)
Kakuzu's been dazed out looking at the textured ceiling before Hidan nudges him from his spot on the floor. " Ey'. Help me get my Xbox."
"Hidan, they'll just hear you playing it and take it away again..." Hidan is very vocal when he's doing things.
He seems to take a moment to let himself 'realize' this. And then he blinks. "... We could lock the door. Can't take it when they can't get in."
"Okay, Hidan, listen. One, I refuse to be locked in a small room with you under any circumstances. And two, the last time you locked your door, Chi climbed threw your window."
The 'Oh yeaaaaaaah' look dawned on the boys face. And this was the kind of moment when Kakuzu wondered why he would ever even think to attempt and speak to Hidan, the god of idiotic douchbags everywhere.
"...Well then whaddaya wanna do?"
"I want to go home."
"...Why?"
-Later
And so, the two had ended up sitting there like idiots silent for a rather long time. Untill Hidan's Mother entered and told them that everyone else was going to bed. And Kakuzu decided to lay down.
The last time Hidan fought Kakuzu for his bed. Kakuzu snuck out in the middle of the night. So, Hidan gets his beanbag chair to sleep in. Seeing as how the Hidan can sleep through anything, no matter where he is. Kakuzu wonders why he always wakes up in the middle of the night.
He rolls over to before mentioned idiot. Who has slid off the beanbag and is sprawled across the floor, snoring loudly. Kakuzu rolls his eyes and groans loudly. Then leaving the room.
He goes across the hall to the bathroom. Chi's door is cracked open, with pink light from a lava lamp half-lighting the hall. He can hear her faintly breathing too. He clicks that bathroom door shut gently, for her only.
Without turning the light on he takes off his bandana to let his face breath a while. He's not self-consious about the scars on his face, just got tired of people assuming how he's gotten them.
One day at the Hospital visiting his Mother. Little Kakuzu had convieniantly grabbed for a knapkin on a high table and pulled down a box of surgical knifes with it. The doctors said it was some of the chemicals on the knifes that kept the scars from going away.
But, that's all in the past. Kakuzu doesn't care about any of that anymore. But he still thinks about it, everytime Hidan draggs him over. Kakuzu gets reminded of his own ditzy Mother and the Father that hasn't been around since she died.
Kakuzu shakes his head absently and retreats back to Hidan's room. The king of idiots is on his bean-bag throne snoring like a active volcano. Kakuzu just clenches his eyes shut and covers his head with a pillow.
Kakuzu's portrait is empty. Hidan's portrait is full, but Hidan's making faces at the camera and everyone from his grandmother to his cousin are glaring at him. But Hidan's doing it to try and coax Kakuzu into the shot to wack him.
-Deidara's Home
Deidara kicks dust up as he slowly trudges to his house. It's only about two houses away from Hidan's. But Hidan had dragged Kakuzu inside his house before Deidara ever looked up.
He wanted to go knock on the door and ask if he could join in. But he was there two nights ago.
Sasori was another option. But Deidara always thinks he'd just slam the door in his face.
And he didn't want to bother Kisame. He already does enough for Deidara, he doesn't have to be a host for him too.
Which leaves Dei with his own home. The one he hasn't spent the night at in a week. And Deidara has to take a deep breath before opening the door.
Most of the house is a pastel yellow. Supposed to signify sunshine but only gives Deidara the taste of lemons. The adults are on the couch watching the TV. His Mother turns around, her bleached hair brushing the back of the burnt orange couch. "You're really still alive?" Her voice is getting harder with the cigerettes. But Deidara's neevr taken the time to memorize the sound of her voice like most children do.
Deidara fights back a smirk and grunts a reply trodding up the stairs. Her hair wasn't always yellow like the walls, she dyed it after he was born. Even while she was pregnant with his little sister. Because she didn't want anyone to notice that Deidara's the only one in the 'family' with blonde hair. Everyone else has natural dark hair. Especially the man his Mother's married to.
Both of them always strived for the picture of perfection. One slip up, and Deidara's the scar of that. The scar they tried to cover up by denying and practically disowning him.
Deidara was never at a family function. They leave him home and claim he's caught the flu. Again.
He's thought of just running away millions of times. One of the reasons he stuck around with the Akatsuki, because they all want to run away. And they're gonna do it. Eventually.
And another reason is that he wouldn't dare to think of leaving his presious, perfect, spoiled sister alone with them like that.
She's probably in her room. So Deidara heads for his, 'they' don't like them talking. 'They' want her to disown him too. But she's a stubborn bitch like that. And Deidara loves his sister.
Deidara's convinced the rooms he's been put in used to be a storage closet. There's only three rooms on the second floor of the tiny house. His room had the walls decorated with what looks like thousands of tiny, rainbow fireworks. Deidara was going to leave it blank, but one time when his family was away, and Deidara'd just met up with the others. He ran away for awhile. Not really, just spent the day moping in the woods. When he'd got back this was what his room looked like.
Sasori's not nice enough to have done it. But Deidara has always admired him as a friend none-the-less. But the only other one with the talent for this, Deidara knows, is Itachi.
Deidara's wanted to take a knife to the walls on more then one occation. But, 'To destroy perfection is redemption. But what redemption is worth the cost of love?'
He doesn't recall where he found the phrase, but it works. Because he admires Itachi too, he hates it. But it's there.
He hates admiring Sasori so much too. But he can't stop, and he can't stand it.
Just like he's stuck to Akatsuki like a magnet. He would have withered up and died a long time ago without them. He's lost his sanity, but he hasn't lost life. Not yet anyway. Deidara never cared much for exsistance when he was little. Akatsuki gave him something to live for. And living for them is redemption enough.
Deidara doesn't remember when he started calling himself an artist. Maybe because the sense of having created something gives the sense of freedom. The fact that you put something in the world ment that you belonged in it. Deidara's head was full of fevered dreams that he was going to make real. Even if it killed him, but whenever he envisions them happening, lately, he's seen people by his side.
Living for his friends is good enough.
Boredom. However, can get to you sometimes. It's so boring at his house. The only things in his room is a tattered, dyed-a-million-diffrent-colors-a-million-diffrent-times-cot, a mannequin he uses to customize his clothes and some buckets of paint he throws at it to change the colors of his white clothes. Most of the room smells like bleach too. For when he changes his mind. Which he also does alot.
Best of all. He forgot to open his window. So the room smells rancid. He pushes the frame up as hard as he can, some of the mannequin's paint splattered on it and now it magically re-paints itself shut whenever he closes it.
It cracks open and he has to shove it the rest of the way and the prop it open. Because once it is open, it wants to snap shut on Deidara's neck. Because his house is just plain evil, and wants to kill him. It's a big, evil, cramped, lemon monster. This is what he has decided.
Not to be mistaken with Sasori, the short, evil, constipated, strawberry monster. Who also wants to kill him.
Deidara throws his head out the window and takes a deep breath. But he still takes in a big lungfull of the toxins and starts gagging. Then he hears the silver bells laughing at him.
"What the hell have you been smoking?" Kurotsuchi laughes at her heaving brother hanging out his window.
Deidara hangs there untill he gets a clean breath. "Blah, blah... Poppie seeds..." He randomly replies.
Kurotsuchi giggles again. "No comeback. So out-of-character for the king of smartasses."
"Yeah, well. I'm dying, you'll get your money back don't worry." Kurotsuchi switches to sitting on her window pane while watching him.
"I saw that thing fall on Itachi's head the other day. What happened?"
Deidara tched, "He's alive, hmmm."
Kurotsuchi flipped her leggs around to dangle out the window. She's as fidgetty as Deidara sometimes. " Heather Sabako said something pushed it down."
Deidara smirked again. "Heather's a dweeb."
"But she's not a liar~" She chimes. Deidara looks over at her, she fell out that window once. Started laughing histaricly on the way to the Hospital too. For a moment she dissapears back inside her window before hanging her head out of it again. "Hungry?"
Somewhere along the line, Yahiko got some of the others together to put a supply line so Kurotsuchi and Deidara could pull things up from a basket, the line was rigged to go across to so they could pass things to eachother. Kuro grabbed her basket and passed it to his side.
Deidara grabbed the handle a peeked inside. "...Yum, rice." He groaned.
"It was all we ate tonight." Kurotsuchi whined.
Deidara grabbed a handfull of it and put it in his mouth. Then he dropped the paper plate onto the ground below. "It's too salty too."
For some reason that made her start laughing. Deidara looked down to the darkening shadows below, and Smokey the dog hobbled over to eat what he'd thrown down.
"What you guys been doin?" Deidara looked back up at her when she asked.
"You see Konan? Yahiko's newest recruit?"
"Big-boobed bluette? She's hot~"
"No flippin' kiddin," Kurotsuchi just laughed again.
"What else?" Deidara crossed his arm and searched his memories for something she'd want to hear.
"The usual, really."
"Have you confessed your undying love to your boyfriend yet?"
Deidara pounded his head on the window pane. "You're fucking sick."
"You're fucking gay."
"I think you are too." Kurotsuchi did a fake gasp and 'fainted'. A couple seconds later she leaned out the window again and Deidara'd retreated to inside.
"Dei-Chan~~~ I was kidding! I know you're a player okay? Peace! PEACE!"
Deidara's blonde tuff poked out the window again. "No, you think I'm gay, just like everyone else. You bitch." He droaned in monotone.
"You're not gay you're just in love with someone who has a penis honey!" Deidara lost his composure and started laughing at that.
"I love you Kuro-face."
"Ewww~ Incest." Deidara shoved his window shut again, with a loud clack it closed and he sat on the floor trying to think of what to do next.
Nothing. He was bored. And bored makes him question exsistance again. Maybe he could stop it all and just forget. Light a match in this room and it could just blow up. But, these are the times where he remembers things to life for.
Right now he's living. And he has to remember he's happy with that. Nothing else matters. He's happy he's living with Akatsuki.
Deidara's portrait looks happy. It's just that Deidara's face has long since been cut off. But he remembers that doesn't matter any more.
-Kisame's House
I'm blue, da-blu-di-da-blu-dai
Kisame really hates that song. It plays in one of his neighbours houses as he passes...
And Kisame Hoshigaki doesn't hate very many things. The taste of Shark Fin Soup he hates, but everyone manages to make fun of that too.
What's wrong with blue anyway? These peoples ancestors finally warmed up to brown, how is blue so much diffrent?
He hates Itachi sometimes. Because that boy doesn't hate anything, and it's envious. But there's many things about Itachi that people are envious about. Yahiko's envious of Itachi's leading skills. Kisame and Sasori are envious of Itachi's uncanny empathy. Deidara's envious of Itachi's every bone, bloodcell and skin flake.
But that's also the exact reason Kisame's so close with Itachi. Not just because he has that string-pulling aura, but Kisame wonders if it will ever rub off on him.
Kisame also wonders if it's all genetic, because his young brother also has the envious aura. And his precious boyfriend Naruto never even notices it, infact he surpasses it. Covered in annoying-ness and naivity.
So sometimes it's not surprising when Kisame imagines being in the shoes of someone else every once and a while. He's surrounded by such characters, his chaotic group of misfit friends. And he's the blue one. It's too funny, Kisa has to admit he isn't offended at all.
Not embarressed to be the unsightly 'older brother figure' in the group of boys too pretty for their own good. Which is admittedly why he likes their newbie Konan. She's not disgusted by the apperance. Just utterly confused. And that might be one of the things that got Yahiko to hang on to her, because she never once made fun of any of them anymore then they do to eachothers faces.
Except with Sasori. But everybody hates Sasori, even Deidara hates Sasori. And Deidara loves Sasori.
Kisame even started laughing to himself at the first few ridculous attempts Konan made to flirt with Itachi. But many have tried, and all have failed. Which adds to the schools social's making rumors about them all being gay. Because they're not drooling jocks leaning over every cheerleader that passes their locker? This town is so steriotypical. It's an insult to the world.
That's another thing. Kisame rarely thinks about himself. Almost never, he rarely thinks- 'if I do this for you I have a 95% chance of dying'. He's just like 'and when does this need to be done by?'
There are times when he does think this, but he always thinks so highly of whoevers asking, he'll do it regardless. Which works in Akatsuki.
There was the time back when he first joined, and him and Kakuzu, being the oldest out of the group, (Not including Sasori, cause everyone hates Sasori, and Sasori hates everyone, so figure it out) Kakuzu got the plan to raise funds for their group to share. (Kakuzu also proposed that they could both get extra shares since they raised it. Knowing Kisame would deny the benefit)
Lemonade stands, Sketchbooths, (Few know all of Kakuzu's talents) Sovenier tables. Mini-Hospital's. Car Washes (Kisame doesn't remember how Kakuzu talked Sasori into that one. But he does remember how wrong the plan went.)
In the end, they made a total of 25 dollars that was inevitably spent on snacks at the Beach Jiraiya took them to.
Which leads to Kisame's current location: His room. Deidara is a very observant person, but it doesn't take that trait to have noticed that Kisame spent the entire time in the water. Even when the coast guard called everyone in, Kisame was still at the very edge of the shoreline, making soggy sandcastles with Itachi, like they were five-year-olds.
Kisame personally has no flippin' idea of why Deidara has a unearthly obsession with painting all his friends' rooms. And he sometimes doesn't want to know why.
But when Deidara asked to finally paint Kisame's previously wallpapered room. Kisame let him out of his love for the annoying little spit-fire. Kisame returned from the market with a room full of beautiful waves against a pink sunsetted background. Kisame loved it, and then noogied Deidara, for making another 'you-look-like-a-giant-shark-monster' refference.
Kisame later humorfully bought a surfboard to hang on the wall. Bwhahaha.
Other then that, Kisa's room is virtually empty. There's a dresser Deidara painted dull red to match the sunset, his bed. A endtable, and he filled the emptyness on his south wall with a ever-present navy blue sleeping bag for when Deidara stays over. (That kids the literal baby of Akatsuki, Kisame can't get enough of him)
But regardless of all that. Kisame moves into his kitchen to eat a late-night snack before falling back on his bed and passing out. And decided to just take the tupperware full of Alfredo and dump it in a pot to reheat.
He sit's at the little table in his kitchen to continue to daydream. Rubbing his hands trying to stay awake(it can get extreamly boring when you're alone. Even if it's for five minutes). He picks at his palms, he's always had dry skin(A very logical reason for liking water, he thinks). Asshole-Sasori once said the dead skin flakes looked like scales. This close to punching that round red face into the back of his head.
But he's seen the boy in gentler times.(Hard to call him a boy when he only juniors Kisame by about eight months) He still remembers when he'd just joined, back when Sasori was still shy as hell. Just as stubborn, but he had the habit of hiding behind Kakuzu all the time. Then Deidara came, and Sasori came out to beat him up.
From arguing to whining. Everyone just acts like a bunch of children. There was on time where they had to track down Hidan after he decided to take a hike and get lost. And they all spent the night at a spanish womans house on the way back. Itachi and Deidara both fell in love with a litter of kittens her cat had. Started naming them all and wouldn't put the down. Kisame had to catch Deidara before he put one in his pocket. (He might have though, because after that there was a stray cat around these parts that looked exactly like the kittens)
Not to mention when everyone found out Kakuzu had three diffrent consoles and numerous games after a fase where his Father thought he was like normal kids that liked that stuff. So Everyone kept ransacking his house to play games... Untill one day when the entire collection dissapeared without a trace, and Kakuzu had to hold Hidan from calling the cops to report an alien abduction.
Opp, crap. Forgot the food. Yup, burnt Alfredo, it exsists. And doesn't taste too hot.
He mixes it all up and starts chowing by the fork-full. Ignoring the flaky, dried noodles.
Yes, Kisame always thinks more of the people around him then ever of himself. Which reminds him of his annoying cousin Zabuza, with the little fangirl- er, boy. Or, Kisame can't really tell. He comes over every so often to remind Kisame they hate eachother. But that's a long story that Kisa's too tired to go over...
Kisame needs to remind himself he doesn't like hating things though. But sometimes it's too hard not too. He can completely forget things though. He can forget dates untill Deidara's pounding on his window to wake him up. He can forget to care when Itachi stops to tend to someone he's never met in need. He very often forgets why people don't like any of them, but then there isn't a reason to forget most of the time.
Through spending all his time with Akatsuki, he can forget he lives in a house alone most the time. While his Father is away on buisness, and his Mother is who knows where trying to forget she has a life.
Kisame can't find his portrait, he thinks he might have spilled juice on it.
-Itachi and Sasuke's House
"Coughcoughcough"
"Are you sure you're fine?"
"I'm sure Sasuke." He just needs to cough up one lung a day. It's normal.
When Sasuke was little he'd sit on Itachi's shoulders with him all day. School was the evil that made him let go so they could go to seperate classes. Sasuke's too big to sit on his shoulders now, but Itachi still catches him clutching an arm whenever they're together.
They walk up the creaking steps in the building. They're all textured like they could be made of hay and could fall apart any second. But they haven't yet~
When they're at the top of the stairwell, Sasuke bussles ahead to light the candles.
Itachi never tries to impose and ask his friends if he can stay over. He knows Deidara already does it, and Itachi himself believes his problems are much less worse then Deidara's. At least his crazy parents aren't around anymore.
But he always tries to get Sasuke to stay somewhere. Naruto was a sign sent from Heaven, Sasuke wouldn't have lasted this long without him. The trauma scarred the barely-13-year-old forever more. Itachi always has to keep an eye on him.
Sasuke keeps an eye on him too. Akatsuki was a sign sent from Heaven, Itachi wouldn't have lasted this long without them.
But Itachi's the one that needs to remind Sasuke every once and a while. 'it was accident. Neither of us could do anything. Or else we would've been hurt too.' Sasuke just isn't always in the right mind to listen.
Itachi needs people to worry about, people to live for. It's what's been keeping him moving. Sasuke needs a purpose, and Itachi's trying to get him to see that his purpose is to just live.
If only he hadn't inherited their Father's stubborness. Itachi did too though, but it's a good thing with him.
The room's illuminated now. At least the area they stick too. The one they're both 100% sure won't cave in. That has all the pillows and blankets that both Kisame and Naruto keep giving to them.
Itachi has to beg them to stop giving them clothes, (The cardboard box can only hold so much) Itachi does the odd jobs all around town trying to get a fund of some sort for them to live off of. It was making him the 'most liked/least hated' member of Akatsuki to everyone. Untill one rumor started at school got around that the money was to support a drug habit. (The bags under his eyes are from his Father. And maybe a few months of no sleep when little Sasuke thought their building was haunted.)
Yahiko was convinced Kagura started it because Itachi wasn't interested in her at all. She used to be so desperate to get attention from him, she even pretended to be nice. When Yahiko finally intervined she blew a gasket and was determined to make their lifes hell.(It already was really. Akatsuki was the cliche club for angsting teenagers. And not just any angst, this was real honest-to-the-god-half-of-them-didn't-believe-in angst.)
The truth is, The Uchiha boys have no honest way to register flirting. It's like a trait, given to them to prevent over-populating the world.
Itachi only ever really had one real love in his life. His cousin that had an air about her, oh the irony. And he left it all.
Because his biggest love was Sasuke. He wouldn't hesitate to end to world for him. But he knows that sad thing was that Sasuke would do the same for him. And not for a soul more. Naruto has to kick it into gear before Sasu turns serial killer.
Okay, bad thought, Itachi thinks... But the locked-in personal he displays most of the time can scare the living hell out of an overly protective older brother.
Sasuke finishes and takes a place across from Itachi on the floor in the huddle of blankets. The flickering flames makeing their shadows quaint company. Sasuke used to be terrified with flames after the incident. Which didn't mesh well with Itachi's sudden fear of darkness brought on at the same time.
That's all he could see the first time. Blackness, it hadn't lasted but in those few moments he'd thought about everyone he wouldn't see again. His eyesights still damaged by the flames, he can barely see two feet infront of him nowadays. (He wants to say it's getting better. But he can at least say it isn't getting worse)
He hasn't gotten glasses because that would call for giving out too much personal information. And besides, Kakuzu gave him a pair of his Father's old steriotype-thick pair and it hardly made a diffrence.
Itachi can still see Sasuke though, even in this light. Like his memory won't let him forget every wrinkle in his shirt and every unarranged tuff of hair. It makes him smile. And he can see Sasuke's averted glance while he smirks at nothing.
"What're you doing tomarrow?" Itachi asks almost absent-mindly while breaking the comfortable silence.
"Naruto has a forest crusade he wants to set out on." He replies, smoothing out his shirt so it looks like he's doing something. "It'll last about three days at least."
A meek chuckle and Itachi lets the silence envelope again. It makes him soothingly tired just sitting there.
Sasuke drifts to the side and pulls a blanket around to make it more animate that he's doing something. Itachi just thinks back to his day. (Doing the encores at the concert always takes a toll. But he volenteered, and no one says no to Itachi, even if he's about to kill himself.)
With a sigh Itachi leans back onto the wall behind him. This area his coated with an array of posters they got from where ever they could find them. Just something to cover the walls. Itachi looks at Sasuke who is so engorged in batting his blanket he looks like a finicky cat.
"You're bored,"
"...What made you guess?" Itachi does another soft chuckle. Mainly because it took Sasuke a second to avert attention away from the blanket and register the statement.
Itachi, is of course bored out of his skull too. Reason number 3# he's just sitting there, trying to stay awake and staring at Sasuke's every movement.
Sasuke opens his mouth for a yawn and looks more like a cat. Making Itachi have to laugh aloud this time.
"Why are you laughing at me?"
"Because you're so subtly ridculous." He just can't stop giggling at Sasuke's 'confused-as-hell' face that's staring at him right now.
"Are you mocking me?"
"Course' not foolish little brother."
Sasuke almost self-consiously sits up. Resting head on hand in a 'I'm-so-cool' pout that made Itachi laugh louder and Sasuke go crazy with his 'confused-as-hell' face.
Sasuke gets close to the fetal position. Trying to ignore his wondering of the things mentally wrong with his brother.
Itachi just sits up. Picking up a randomly placed nail to dig the floor with. "Tired?"
"Hn," But that was followed with another yawn.
"You can go to sleep you know."
"Hn," Alittle annoyed that time. But all the same in natural sibling rivalry. "What about you?"
"Bored," Honesty is nice~
Sasuke sits there dumbfounded for a second(Itachi gets him that way alot) Itachi absently rubbed his bandage from the convieniant pipe falling on his head. Sasuke twitches a moment making Itachi look up. Before Sasuke lays completely down and shuts his eyes almost forcibly.
Sasuke had just the same blood disease, it being genetic. But his was so much less severe it was like it wasn't there. He's gotten thousands of scrapes and cuts by just being near Naruto, not one Hospital visit, not a single blood transfusion where they had to sneak out of the Hospital right after to keep from giving too much information.
If it wern't for their connections with Shizune, the school nurse, they might not've made it this far. Just another dallop of luck provided for the infamous Uchiha brothers.
One of which has quickly dozed to sleep. And is snoring so quietly it's like a lullyby to Itachi.
Itachi's damaged portrait consists of him and his brother. Itachi calls it the most perfect thing in the world. But Sasuke still refers to it as a beautiful disaster.
-Jiraiya's House
There's thousands of problems with Yahiko's life. Mainly because he takes the burden of everyone else on him. The sole reason he's agreed to be such a guide throughout all of this.
But that's all the sappy stuff, and we already saw all that with the others...
Yahiko gets up to help Jiraiya get Yugito ready. Just because he wants to be of use to everyone he meets. Konan's door is slightly ajar. He peeks in when no one sees to the little princess looking less then mighty and mean dozing soundly in her princess bed.
Yahiko has the perfect portrait, it's pictured right in his mind. Of him and the rest of Akatsuki raising chaos. Even Konan's in it. And it's his favorite picture.
-End Chapter-
...Okay, it took long to write again because I re-found my love for my Sims 2 PS2 game. And me and my sister also rented Dog's Life, and Tomb Raider: Legend. And I was playing around with my Titanic: Adventure out of Time game again. YAY! I FIGURED OUT HOW TO SAVE LADY GEORGIA AND STILL KEEP HITLERS PAINTING! WEEEE!...
And we found a Kitty. Her names Gabby, but no one knows that her REAL NAME is NEKO!... My Mom's upset cause we probably won't get to keep her when my aunt moves out... . (The funny thing is, the day we got her, but before we knew she was coming. Me and my sister did a roleplay where Itachi and Deidara fall in love with a litter of kittens... That's where Kisame's one flashback came from... Itachi's was named Teme and Deidara's was Detonate!)
And Mommy's taking us to the beach regularly. I still have a sunburned nose, and I have yet to wash the lake water out of my hair, I'm been wearing it out-of-characterly-for-me-back because it looks like crap XD
Oh, and, when I started writting Deidara's scene, I kept calling him a she/her XD
I know Kurotsuchi isn't his sister, but I think she might be a cousin, or a really close family friend at least. I want Kishimoto to explain that. But anyway. I made Kurotsuchi the little sister just cuz- well. Deidara just seems twice as hot when he's the 'cool older brother'
(Is currently tempted to write story with Kuro as the star and Dei as the hunky older brother.) Oh! I could do that! Hey readers! when this is done who wants me to write a story starring the under-mentioned characters? I'm tempted now! WEEEE!
Sasori's part was easy to write. I love making Chiyo-Kun as sadistic as him. Haha, it runs in the family~
And Hidan gets the HAPPY FAMILY! BWHAHAA!
Kakuzu... well, now that he's a zombie, I hope we get to learn more about his personality in the series. Cuz all I can think of when I think of him is Money, and yelling at Hidan...
Itachi and Sasu are homeless. I'm so mean... You'll learn some of that later... Actually, I just realized I killed their parents in a fire in both this and COATM... Eh, befitting of the Uchiha Nazi's... PS I couldn't resist the foolish little brother bit...
Where as Kisame seems to work for me as the older brother of Akatsuki... 'The nice one' ... yes, it works well. But I feel I could have done him better justice. You have no idea how hard it was to write him. He's the only one I REALLY got writers block for. I wrote some for him but I couldn't just end it when I ran out of ideas to talk about, cause then his thing was going to be the shortest in the chapter. AND I WILL NOT ALLOW THAT!... Also, when I finally pushed myself to sit there and write something. A storm was going on, the power already went out twice, and I was paranoid as hell... Cause I HAVE WRITTEN entire chapters of stories, and the the power goes out... Annnnd, yeah... So anyway... Also, burnt alfredo exsists! My Mom made it once and she got all upset!... And so do burnt noodles... I made that... I forgot I was cooking Ramen and started watching The Little Mermaid...
We didn't get to hear anything about Pain? WTF? XD Don't worry, we'll find out about him eventually... and it'll probably come out blunt. I dunno, I write very bluntly sometimes. So I need a main character who can say that 'wow that was blunt'
I'll end this authors note now. The next chapter shouldn't be too late. And the ones after that SHOULD come quickly, these are the parts I've been waiting to write.
Here's the count-down kiddies. Our presious Tobi is due to apper in chapter-... 13! YAY! (The overall story should be 20 chapters long I believe... Did I already say this?)
Yup, the ideas are comin'... who's for a story starring Kurotsuchi? BWHAHAHAAA! (Plot ideas are VERY welcome!)
... I need to stop with the insanely long Authors notes, I know... But I probably won't...
