A/N: Holy Jashin. Again. 3,247 words just with the story. Honestly, this took forever to write. So ugh. Later, I will post a picture of every Akatsuki members house on my deviantart account. Just to let you know, it's the same username as on here, izumichan560. I have a few pictures up on there, but I haven't done anything for about two weeks. Currently, I am working on a younger Deidara picture, and am kind of failing at the coloring. X)
I'm thinking of putting this story up on DA as well. I just keep forgetting. XD I think I'll just put it up after I finish it on here. Also, while making this story, I will be doing more stories. I just need to come up with ideas that isn't a series. I have an idea for a 10 chapter story, but it is very incomplete. After this though, I will be writing the two sequels, as well as starting another series. And maybe this other one. The first one is about Sasori being "the bully" and "the playboy" at school, and he's hurting Deidara, to the point where Deidara starts cutting herself. I know I said herself by the way.
The other one is a very serious, yet accurate depiction of the partnership of Sasori and Deidara from the birth to death. Tobi will be included if I end up writing this story. You know, since he was Dei's partner for a while? It's not yaoi nor shounen-ai, it's mostly just friendship and some guesses of Deidara's past. Hopefully quite accurate. It's just kind of about the whole oh-Sasori-is-an-emotionless-bastard-wait-no-he-let-chiyo-kill-him-because-he-still-misses-his-parents and oh-Deidara-was-one-of-the-actually-most-emotionless-members-because-he-didn't-have-any-feelings-to-dying-just-his-art-so-it-why-do-we-make-him-a-girl-wait-that's-because-he-looks-like-a-girl-okay-I'll-shut-the-hell-up-now stuff.
Thank you to the reviewers! (I'm sorry about the previous messed up underlines, I don't know what happened. Oh yeah, and Glitterthorn, I'm sorry, the stupid Underline's not working for you! I don't know why, I tried four times. :/)
Sasunarufan101: Oh, I did the DDR just for you, darling. ;) Haha, but you'll see who will win.
SasoxDei: Thanks~ I just figure if I don't keep writing daily I will never finish this story. :/
Glitterthorn: (Haha, too lazy to login? XD Jk) Thanks. :D I was thinking, Wait, how the heck can Dei end up calling Sasori 'Danna'? Ooohh! I got it! X).
And now this is 4,247 words with the Author's notes...
Chapter 11: Party in the USA-er, I mean Japan
"Alright, so this is how it's going to go," Pain stated, grabbing a purple pencil and a blank sheet of paper. "We start off everyone with their partners to face off, and we create a losers' bracket and winners' bracket. So, let's say with Deidara and Sasori. If Sasori were to lose—"
"Cht. Like hell that would happen."
"Hey, un!"
"Anyway, continuing on from where I was before I was rudely interrupted," Pain shot Sasori a look. "If Sasori were to lose, he'd go to the losers' bracket, where he would face off with the other losers. But in the end, if he won in the losers' bracket, he could still face off with the winner of the winners' bracket and still be considered champion. Got it?"
They all nodded. "Okay then, first, the birthday girl, Itachi, and Kisame." Pain wrote their names and drew a bracket that connected them. "Then Deidara and Sasori." He drew a bracket connecting their names, and a bracket that connected the two groups. "Kakuzu and Hidan," another bracket, "And Konan and me." He wrote the last bracket for two names, then connected Kakuzu and Hidan's and Konan and his. Then he connected their four with the other artistic duo and the birthday girl and Kisame. Up on the very top was an upside down bracket, representing the winner of the winners' bracket.
"I'll draw the losers' bracket after we figure out who loses," Pain added.
"Will you quit fucking saying that?" Hidan requested, not-so-nicely. "It makes us feel like fucking losers when you say 'losers' bracket', 'losers' bracket', 'losers' bracket' so many fucking times!"
"I sincerely apologize," Pain replied sarcastically. "Anyway, let the games begin! First up, Uchiha Itachi and Hoshigaki Kisame!"
"Alright! We all play on Difficult, and for the first round...what sound shall we go with?" she scrolled down miraculously fast on the song list, stopping about five seconds later to let everyone get a good look.
"Let's do Inoue Joe's 'Closer'!" Kisame yelled. (1)
Everyone nodded his or her head vigorously. The Akatsuki loved anime songs and such, and was definitely up for that song.
"Four minutes forty-eight seconds! Have fun guys!" Konan lastly commented, before pressing 'Go!'
The song started immediately, and Kisame and Itachi began to step.
Mijika ni aru mono
Tsune ni ki wo tsuketeinai to
Amari ni chikasugite
Miushinatte shimaisou
The opening lyrics were pretty simple; it was the 24 seconds non-lyrical portion that came after it that was quite difficult. After all, it was on difficult.
Left, Right, Left, Up, Left, Down, Left—Dammit, that was up. Right, Up, Left, Right—
Deidara and Konan began singing quietly while sitting on the couch.
"Anata ga saikin taiken shita
Shiawase wa ittai nan desuka
Megumare sugiteite
Omoidasenai kamo
Ima koko ni iru koto
Iki wo shiteiru koto
Tade sore dake no koto ga
Kiseki da to kizuku
Mijika ni aru mono
Tsune ni ki wo tsuketeinai to
Amari ni chikasugite
Miushinatte shimaisou
You know the closer you get to something
The tougher it is to see it
And I'll never take it for granted
Lets go
"
"You have a nice singing voice."
Deidara looked behind and up, seeing where the voice came from. Or in this case, who. Konan looked above as well.
"Oh. Thank you Sasori-no-Danna, un."
Sasori sat by Deidara on the multi-colored couch, and Konan got up, a visible smirk was on her lips. Sasori stared at her a moment, suspicion covering his features.
"I don't like that smirk," he muttered.
"It scares me too, yeah."
"Well, it's not that it scares me. It's just that I know she's planning something that we don't know about."
"We, un?"
"I, us, me, you, you know, that shit?"
"I know, yeah."
"Heh, well, the brat's got it, give her a cookie."
"Shut the hell up, un!" Deidara yelled, her lips pursed.
Sasori chuckled. "I'm getting something to drink," he declared. "You want something?"
"Un, just get me whatever you're getting, yeah."
~*~*~Seven Meters Away~*~*~
"You think they're flirting too?" Kakuzu asked.
"Of course!" Konan put her hands on her hips. "It wouldn't make sense if they weren't!"
"Is that why you got up? So you could watch them flirt from a distance?"
"Yeah. Why?"
Hidan was standing next to Kakuzu, arms folded over his chest, watching the epic (or not epic, whatever) game of DDR with Kisame and Itachi. The song was about half done, with Kisame in the lead.
"Why are you pouting?" Kakuzu looked down at Hidan.
"Am fucking not!"
"Am fucking too."
"Bitch."
"...Are you worried about Dei-chan?" Konan questioned.
"Kind of."
"Why? I thought you two broke up over a year ago."
"Yeah, I know we fucking did, but—wait, WHAT THE FUCK? HOW THE HELL DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT? DEIDARA YOU BITCH I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL Y—"
Kakuzu put a hand over his mouth to make him shut the hell up. Knowing what Hidan was going to try and do, he warned, "Bite me, and your head will be taped on to a wall, separate from your body."
Hidan pouted again, and huffed. Kakuzu removed his hand.
"What are you so defensive about?" Konan asked, slightly annoyed.
"I know this sounds fucking stupid, but I'm fucking worried, alright?" Hidan breathed. "I can't trust anyone besides myself with her."
"Who the hell are you to say who she's with?" Kakuzu beckoned, folding his arms. "You're not her brother or father."
Out of the corner of her eye, Konan saw Kisame almost trip; his right leg was over his left on the board. One minute to go.
Hidan thought a moment, then shook his head "no". "This is a fucking party, I don't want it to get all dark! I'm fucking getting food! Later bitches!" He ran off.
"Dark?" Konan looked at Kakuzu.
Kakuzu shook his head, his arms folded. "Something tells me we got into a lot of shit. But for now, let's watch who won."
The song ended, and the scores totaled...
Kisame: 9,264,128
Itachi: 9,265,687
They were both slightly panting, because although Dance Dance Revolution does look easy, going for almost five minutes made quite a heartbeat.
The Akatsuki looked up at the scores, and clapped.
"Go Itachi!", "Oh well Kisame!", and "Good job guys!" echoed inside of the large apartment.
Kisame pecked Itachi on the forehead, whispering "Good job." It earned him and Itachi a round of "Ooooh"s.
"Okay, so Itachi is the winner for this round." Pain circled Itachi's name, and wrote it above. "Next, Akasuna Sasori and Iwakatsu Deidara!"
"He sounds like a judge," Kakuzu confided to Konan.
She chuckled, and nodded. "Indeed he does."
"You ready Danna?" Deidara challenged, showing a fist.
The Akatsuki burst into laughter at the word 'Danna'. But they were also welcomed back with a "Shut the hell up, un!"
"Heh. I'll win. Don't worry."
"We won't know until we try, yeah! Start the music Konan-chan!"
Konan pressed the same song with the keys. 3...2...1...
GO!
The screen started as Kisame's and Itachi's had.
Konan walked out of the living room, determined to find Hidan, wherever he went. She walked up a step that entered into the small living and kitchen. The walls were a clean white without a spot of mess, and two walls of the kitchen were covered with appliances such as the counters and stoves and refrigerator. And of course, Hidan's head was in the fridge.
"What are you doing?" Konan spoke, startling the Jashinist.
"BRAH!"
In his mouth was a banana. Konan looked toward the banana rack. Surely one was missing from the bunch. She looked at him with exasperation. "How can you eat so much and still have a six-pack?"
Hidan's toned stomach was quite a mystery to many. He ate candy, tablespoons full of sugar, and so much other stuff, it was hard to believe he wasn't fat. In a way, he was like L from Death Note.
The silver-haired male finished the stuffed banana in his mouth, and pointed toward his exposed stomach. He had opened all of the buttons to his uniform top, exposing his entire upper half.
"I'm just fucking sexy like that," he kidded. But then again, with Hidan, you could never know.
"Well, get back over in the living room. Deidara and Sasori are playing."
"Who won the last fucking game?"
"Itachi did."
"That seemed kind of fucking predictable."
"That's great. Now get your ass moving."
Konan walked out of the kitchen, Hidan following closely behind. When they reentered the living room, Deidara and Sasori had perfect beats, with Sasori ahead by about two thousand points. Konan stared at Sasori a moment, noticing his out of character spastic dance. Jashin, that guy was different. And Jashin, she had just thought Jashin instead of Nagato.
Speaking of Nagato, she walked over toward her boyfriend who was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed.
"How's it going?" she asked.
"Pretty okay," Pain answered, nodding.
"Alright. Then, let's let the show continue."
Thirteen minutes later, Konan and Pain were on the last thirty seconds of Closer, with Konan in the lead with a good hundred thousand points.
"C'mon Pain-in-the-ass! DON'T LET A FUCKING GIRL BEAT YOU!"
While still stepping, Konan grabbed a pillow from the carpet, and chucked it backwards at Hidan's face.
Bullseye.
"Bitch!"
"Shut the hell up Hidan!"
He effectively did.
Oh, ten seconds. They all began to chant.
"10! 9...8...7...6-"
"Let's go guys!"
"5...4...3! 2! 1!"
The "END" bar flashed across the screen, and the points added up.
Konan: 10,568,561
Pain: 10,492,452
"OWNED!" Hidan yelled.
"So, that's Itachi, me, Kakuzu, and Konan in the winners' bracket..." Sasori said, writing down Konan's name.
"Don't say losers' bracket!" Kisame warned.
"And in the losers' bracket..." Sasori taunted.
"Shut up!"
Sasori dodged a pillow to the face, unlike Hidan was able to.
"Kisame, Deidara, Hidan, and Pain."
Since the I, the narrator is too lazy to write about the next 6 rounds of Dance Dance Revolution with the members of the Akatsuki, I will go ahead and skip to the very last round.
Kakuzu VS. Pain
Last twenty seconds.
"C'mon! Pain-in-the-ass! Get the fucking money whore!"
Hidan was met with another pillow to the face.
"GAH! BITCHES!"
"Who do you think will win, un? They're pretty close. Only ten points. Wait, now Pain has a hundred more."
"My guess is Kakuzu," Sasori stated.
"Hm."
"5! 4! 3! 2! 1!"
Pain and Kakuzu fell from their spots, dead tired. Both were panting, and were barely able to look at the screen to examine their points.
Pain: 12,856,664
Kakuzu: 12,864,528
"Well, my guess was right," Sasori declared with triumph.
"Well, I never said it was wrong, un."
"DDR champion is Kuroito Kakuzu!" Konan announced, standing up on top of the couch. Like, not on the couch, but on the back thing. Whatever it's called. On top of the back of the couch. There. Happy?
"Okay, now time for cake!" Kisame added, racing toward the kitchen. Interestingly, Kisame was very good at cooking, so he was the one who made the cake.
"Ooh! Fucking food!"
Kisame and Hidan were first to get into the kitchen, followed by an out-of-breath Kakuzu, then Deidara and Sasori, and lastly Pain, Konan, and the birthday girl. Because there were only three chairs, they decided to eat on the floor. It was weird, but none of them cared. The Akatsuki gathered around in a circle around the cake, and Kisame slipped into the spot between Itachi and Pain. The blue-skinned man pulled out a lighter, and rolled the roller thing to start the small fire. He pushed the lighter toward one of the sixteen candles, and soon enough, the candle was brightly lit by the fire.
"I'll turn off the lights," Konan offered, standing up and clicking the switch to the light. The one candle was the only thing that lit the room, or more like entire apartment. Kisame lighted the rest of the candles, and he started, "Alright, one...two...three."
"Happy birthday to you~
Happy birthday to you~
Happy birthday dear Itachi~
Happy Birthday to you~"
"WOO!"
"YAH!"
"Hidan, you were terribly off key."
"Shut the fuck up."
Everyone took out two candles, and licked the small amount of frosting off of each one. As they did so, Kisame began to cut the cake, perfectly into eight pieces. Down the middle. Down the other middle to fourths. And down two more. Eight pieces.
"Itachi gets to choose hers. Itachi?" Kisame asked.
Itachi pointed toward the blue colored portion. It was also where the "ITA" was written for Itachi. The cake itself was quite gorgeous, a very light cream, strawberry on the inside, and "HAPPY BIRTHDAY ITACHI" written in red frosting. Kisame was definitely the chef of the Akatsuki.
After all the semi-sweet cake was eaten, it was time for presents. There was a small pile of seven presents in the corner of the living room, and Pain and Konan ran to get them.
"Okay Itachi! Pick one to open first!" Konan yelled from her spot she sat again in.
In front of Itachi were seven different gifts. The one that she decided to open was a red velvet-colored bag with black tissue paper. She guess it was from, "Sasori?"
"That's mine," the red-head answered, confirming Itachi's guess.
Itachi reached in, and she pulled out a Moomin (2) Mug.
"Oh, Moomin, un!"
"You like Moomin too, brat?"
"Yeah."
Itachi reached in once more, and noticed another object in there and a card as well. She grabbed it, put the bag aside, and put the other object down. "Can I read the card?" she asked, looking down at the card, then the Moomin Mug and Gold rimmed sunglasses.
"It's not much. You can read it now if you want," Sasori replied, shrugging.
Itachi nodded, and opened the card. She began reading. "Happy Birthday. Sasori." She gave a blank look toward him.
Sasori rolled his eyes. "I said it wasn't much."
Itachi rolled her eyes as well. "Thank you Sasori." She reached for the next present, which appeared to be Kisame's.
"Oh, that's mine," Kisame excitedly announced.
It was a small box, but Itachi knew it was the thought that counted. She tugged on the yellow ribbon, and it fell to the floor. After that, the blue packaging was ripped, and a white box was revealed. Everyone besides Itachi and Kisame leaned in, anticipating the contents of the box. Itachi opened the box almost painfully slow. When about fifteen seconds later, the top was removed, a necklace was presented. The uneven heart-shaped pendant was small, but it was elegant. In the middle of the heart, was a ruby-colored stone.
Kisame stared at Itachi a moment, and asked quietly, "Do you like it?" Itachi smiled, and nodded. "Of course." Then, an idea popped into Kisame's mind. They did it in movies, so why the hell not in real life?
"Here. Let me do something."
Kisame took the necklace from the soft padding, and "unlocked" it. He then gently place it on Itachi neck, and locked the tab back into place.
"Aww..." the other Akatsuki members smiled, letting out a quiet sound for Kisame's efforts.
In the end, Itachi received the Moomin mug and sunglasses from Sasori, the necklace from Kisame, a crimson pillow with the words "I AM AWESOME" written in English from Konan, a nail art set from Deidara, a silly black "NERD" hoodie from Pain (although it was summer), the first four manga books of "Bleach" from Hidan, and black headphones with red cushions from Kakuzu.
Let's just say it was an interesting night.
~*~*~10:56 PM~*~*~
"Hidan and I are going," Kakuzu said, opening the door.
"See you, bitches."
"Bye everyone. Happy Birthday Itachi."
The door was closed, but then a voice spoke up.
"SHUT UP FUCK UP KAKUZU!"
The six stared at the door, and another voice spoke up.
"See you too Hidan."
Everyone sweat dropped, and Deidara, Sasori, Kisame, and Itachi went back to playing Bullshit—er, I mean, BS. (3)
"Um, two sevens, un."
"Four sixe—"
"BS!"
Sasori shook his head at Kisame and flipped his cards over. "Four sixes. Sorry Kisame."
"Hey, Danna, shouldn't we go to, un?"
"Oh, yeah. It's kind of late. I guess so."
"Bye Kisame, Itachi, un. Happy Birthday."
"See you. And Happy Birthday Itachi."
They both stood up, and waved goodbye to Kisame and Itachi, moving toward the door.
"Hey, Konan-chan, Pain, Sasori-no-Danna and I are going home too, un," Deidara declared, grabbing the door handle to the exit of the apartment with Sasori right behind her.
"Oh. All right then. Have fun kids."
"What, un?"
Sasori glared at her.
"Goodnight, Konan," he said, with a dangerous voice.
"Don't rape Dei-chan."
Deidara blushed, and Sasori fumed.
"Shut the hell up, Konan," Sasori warned.
"Heh heh. Well, see you two later."
"Bye, un."
"See ya."
The door closed firmly, and now four people were left in the apartment.
"Urgh, I'm tired. At least today was a Friday, so we won't have to wake up early and go to school tomorrow." Konan yawned and stretched on the couch as she spoke.
It was eleven, so Itachi decided to go as well.
"Well, I'm going to go. I'll see you later, Konan, Pain," Itachi said goodbye.
"I can take you home, Itachi-san," Kisame suggested, smiling.
"Oh. That's good. Thank you."
"Well, we'll see you two later as well. Happy Birthday Itachi! Bye~" Konan called to the couple, waving goodbye. They waved as well, exiting the apartment, and taking the stairs down to the streets, opposite of the way Deidara and Sasori had gone a minute ago.
The two walked down the quiet, dark road that was illuminated by a few lights. It was silent, almost to a creepy point. Not that it wasn't already creepy at night.
Suddenly, Itachi stopped, and her eyes widened.
"Crap."
"What's wrong?" Kisame questioned.
"My father...it's eleven. He's going to kill me."
Itachi grabbed her phone from her black bag, and woefully dialed the number to her house, and almost instantly, an angry voice picked up.
"Itachi! Where the hell are you?"
Her father.
"I'm sorry father. I was at Pain and Konan's, and I lost track of time—" But the man wouldn't even let Itachi finish.
"Do you understand what time it is? On your birthday even. You should have more responsibility as you age! Your mother is worried sick!"
"Father, I-"
"You ungrateful child! I don't even care anymore if you get your ass back here or not! Goodnight!" Itachi furious father, Fugaku, yelled into the phone, and immediately ended the call. His voice made Itachi flinch, and a quiet "beep beep beep" was heard in the dark path the two walked on.
Kisame stared down at his girlfriend sadly. He noticed she was on the verge of tears, but she was still holding them back. The man stopped, and turned back toward her. His arms went around her, and he pressed her tightly against himself.
"It's alright Itachi...I'm here."
Finally, Itachi let out a quiet sob, and cried into Kisame's shoulder. The blue-skinned man closed his eyes, and silently sighed.
As much as we're all hated by the world...at least we still have each other. I'm probably just one of the lucky ones. No one I know would know of Itachi's pain.
But unfortunately, he was wrong. Oh, so, very wrong.
(1) This is the opening for Naruto on Disney XD now, and it's one of my favorites. Like, my third, after Toumei Datta Sekai and Yura Yura.
(2) Moomin is this dude. I'm sorry. Look him up on google I guess.
(3) If you don't know, BS is a card game. BS is also the initials of one of my guy friends, and ThePowerofTheGio and I like to tease him about it. He was playing the game with his cousins, and they asked him what it stood for, and he just shouted his name. X)