Characters: Kisame, Deidara and Itachi Uchiha.

Verse: AU -sighs-

Rating: K+ (there's...one curse word)

Drabble #10: Shopping

Note: Meh. :/

The grinding of the plastic wheels on the tile casing of the floor was loud, and the rattle of the metal cart was loud. The sounds bounced around, being absorbed into the shelving on both sides but still the racket travelled around and plenty of dirty looks were sent their way from other customers who were browsing the aisles.

Deidara whooped loudly, shoving both his fists into the air. He was sitting in the shopping cart, his legs folded in a compact Indian style and his hair was pinned back in a usual clip, some hair fluttering over his eyes. His black, sleeveless vest had a large mouth with a tongue sticking out emblem sewn onto it and his jeans were torn at the knees.

"Faster!" he demanded and there was a laugh from behind him before his companion picked up the pace, barrelling them both down the aisle.

Kisame grinned, his pointy teeth revealed to the world as he hopped onto the back of the shopping cart, going along for the ride as the two of them zoomed down the frozen food section. His t-shirt had a large blue shark on it, and his dyed blue hair was spiked up in a Mohawk style, despite him having a full head of hair.

"Watch out for the counter! THE COUNTER, UN!" Deidara yelled, pointing frantically at the oncoming danger. Kisame cursed and jumped down, almost tripping when his feet hit the floor and the ongoing trolley almost yanked him right off his feet. He quickly started to tug back on it, and the man behind the counter cried out in panic when it looked like they wouldn't be able to stop it in time.

Deidara yelped and moved forwards, shoving both his arms out in front of the trolley. There was a clang and Deidara spat out an impressive rainbow of curses as his arms acted as a cushioning to stop the trolley from smacking into the glass covering of the meat counter.

"Whoops!" Kisame grinned, pulling the trolley back and watching as Deidara nursed his arms. "My bad!"

"Don't 'My Bad' me, un! You suck at steering!" Deidara snapped, his arms now decorated with red indentations from where the trolley had squished him. "Look at my arms, un!"

"They look like candy canes!" Kisame said honestly, peering over his friends shoulder.

Deidara growled, reaching over to the selection of packaged meats. He grabbed a large steak and whacked Kisame over the head with it before huffing and dropping it into the cart, on his lap.

Kisame rubbed his head, chortling at the blond's antics. With a wave at the terrified meat-worker he wheeled the trolley back and took off to the right, heading towards the sauce section.

The counter-man watched them make a sharp turn into the aisle, the trolley tipping to the side slightly before clanging down. Ominous screeches of a woman filled the air briefly and the man gulped, glad he wasn't able to witness the horrors undoubtedly occurring in that aisle.

Someone suddenly slammed their hands onto his counter, making him jump a foot in the air. He turned to see a flustered looking raven with his hair coming out of a loose tie. There were deep stress lines on his face and his eyes had the look of a mother who'd lost her child in a supermarket.

"Have you seen two psychotic guys in a grocery cart? One is blond, the other has blue hair, and they're terrifying young children?" he asked hurriedly, his voice breathy and indicating he'd been running for quite a while.

The man nodded frantically, pointing towards the sauce section. "T-They went that way!"

The raven growled and sprinted towards the aisle he indicated, and the counter-man watched curiously as he stopped, pointing somewhere down the aisle.

"Aha! I found you, you dickheads!"

"Oh shit! Itachi! FULL SPEED AHEAD, UN!" another voice yelled and there was a fearful cry from a second voice. The raven vanished into the aisle at full speed.

"STOP!"

"RUN AWAY, UN!"

"I'M GOING AS FAST AS I CAN!"

There were more screams from women, a screeching of plastic against tile and then a very loud crash accompanied by more screams and what sounded like a child crying. The counter-man swallowed thickly when he saw several tins of tomato puree roll out of the aisle ominously and he decided he didn't want to go and see what damage had been done.

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Like I said... Meh. :/

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