~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~weeks later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Sasori danna?"
"Hmm?"
"Why do you always sleep on the floor, un?"
"Because that's the only place I can sleep besides the couch, brat."
Deidara frowned down at the Akasuna, who was currently lying inside a sleeping bag near Deidara's bed. "That's not true, un. You could sleep in my bed, danna."
Sasori tried to remain calm. There was a reason he didn't sleep in bed with other people, but there was no way he was going to explain it to Deidara. "I'm fine down here. Now let me sleep, brat."
"Please danna?"
Sasori made the fatal mistake of looking at Deidara just in time to catch a wide-eyed pout from the blonde. "Why must he be so cute?"
The puppeteer rose from the ground and sighed, crawling into the bed. "Fine. But you have to stay on your side. Understand?"
"Uh-huh!" Deidara replied, beaming.
"Good. Now let me sleep!"
"Night danna, un!"
The redhead gave no reply, so Deidara remained quiet and tried to fall asleep. He was just about to drift off, when Sasori suddenly turned over in his sleep. The sculptor waited for Sasori to get comfortable and go back to sleep, but it looked like the Akasuna wasn't settling down anytime soon. He began moving closer and closer to Deidara's side, and finally had his arm stretched over the invisible line separating their sides of the bed.
Deidara merely rolled over to try and ignore the redhead. This plan was ruined beyond salvation when Sasori suddenly moved again and wrapped his arms around Deidara's waist.
The bomber's pulse quickened as the puppet master pulled him closer, eventually making Deidara's back press against his chest. "Danna!" he whispered.
The Akasuna only squeezed him tighter. "Sasori danna!" he said, this time quite a bit louder.
"Hmm?" Sasori slowly blinked open his eyes, before realizing how close he was to Deidara. "Ack!" He quickly released the blonde and shot to his own side of the bed, face nearly as red as Deidara's.
"What the hell where you doing, un?" Deidara demanded.
"There's a reason that I don't sleep in bed with other people," Sasori muttered.
"What? You can't resist molesting them, un?"
"NO!" the Akasuna snapped. "I just…latch onto whatever's closet to me when I'm asleep."
"…A sleep-cuddler, un?"
"That's one way of putting it," Sasori muttered, moving to the edge of the bed. "I'm going back to the sleeping bag now."
"You don't have to go," Deidara said quickly, grabbing the redhead's arm. "It just startled, me, that's all, un. Just put a pillow between us, un."
"Alright," Sasori agreed, returning to his side of the bed and sticking a pillow between Deidara and himself. It took a little while, but the redhead was finally able to fall asleep.
Deidara waited until he was positive Sasori was out before grabbing the pillow and removing it. After a little while longer, the puppet master began moving again, and soon his arms were back around Deidara. The bomber could only smile as he felt Sasori's arms tighten around him. "Night Sasori danna."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~the next day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"ZETSU!"
GLOMP
The schizo sighed inwardly. This had become almost routine for him. Wake up, wake Tobi, get dressed, hear the kid call his name, and then get glomped by a rainbow blur. Same old thing, day in and day out. "Tobi, get off me. Please."
"Ok Zetsu!" Tobi stood and began running around the room, waiting for Zetsu to finish getting ready. "Tobi wants to play Tobi wants to play Tobi want to play-"
"Be quiet!"
"But Tobi wants to play! But Tobi's hungry too. Tobi wants breakfast Tobi wants breakfast-"
"SHUT UP!" Zetsu had decidedly woken up on the wrong side of the bed, and was in no mood to listen to Tobi.
Tobi, of course, ignored the command. "No! Tobi wants to play, Tobi wants to eat, Tobi wants to-" but before he could finish his sentence, Zetsu ripped off his mask, with the intention of stuffing a sock down Tobi's throat to silence him.
The boy's cheery mood disappeared as his hands shot up to cover his face. "Zetsu, give Tobi back his mask!"
"Not until you shut up," the elder teen growled, holding the mask away from the boy.
"Please Zetsu! Be a good boy like Tobi and give it back!"
"No," the man answered once more, though a little less forcefully.
"Please?" Tobi was now sitting on the bed, shaking. "Please Zetsu?"
"Tobi, it's just…Tobi, are you crying?" The boy shook his head no, but Zetsu could still see tears leaking out from between the Uchiha's fingers. "Good boys don't lie, Tobi."
"Tobi's mask?"
Zetsu handed the mask to the teen. "Tobi-" but before he could say anything, Tobi had bolted from the room.
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Kakuzu was walking through the park, looking around at the area that had finally been cleaned up after the destruction Hidan's family had caused. It had taken a while, and the grass probably wouldn't properly regrow until next year, but at least it was safe for children to play in-
"BOW DOWN TO JASHIN OR BURN IN HELL, DUMBASSES!"
Or not.
Kakuzu followed the stream of obscenities to see a group of people clustered around three men who were all wearing Jashinist pendants. Hidan was standing to the side, watching the trio at work. "Hey dumbass," he called to Kakuzu.
"Hidan, what's going on?"
"We're trying to convert some of you heathens, asshole."
"How's that going?"
A flying tomato hit Hidan in the head. "Not good," Hidan replied. "And now I have to go and disembowel that bastard."
Kakuzu watched as Hidan pulled a rusty spork out of his pocket and began chasing the tomato thrower. "This should be interesting."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~at the grocery store~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Kisame?" Itachi was looking up and down the aisles, trying to find his friend. "Where did that shark go?"
As the Uchiha was going down yet another aisle, he slipped on a wet surface and landed on the ground. Hard.
Grumbling, Itachi saw that he hadn't been watching were he was going, and had managed to slip on a recently mopped surface. Worse yet, whatever employee had been in charge of cleaning the floor was apparently rather lazy, since Itachi now had a sleeve full of salsa. "I may as well be blind," he muttered, pulling off his jacket.
Kisame, meanwhile, was now on the hunt for Itachi. Some crazed employee had dragged him to the seafood section to sell fish, thinking Kisame's sharky appearance was a costume to promote sushi sales. It had taken a lot of explaining, but the shark was finally freed to go find his friend.
Kisame finally came to the aisle Itachi was in. He was about to call out, when something caught his attention.
Along the weasel's forearm were straight, thin scars that perfectly matched the cuts on his face. Kisame did a quick count, and realized there were at least half a dozen cuts on Itachi's slowly walked up to his friend. "Itachi?"
