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"Yahiko. Get her to Nagato now. She's causing a major disturbance in the organization and if this keeps up we're going to lose the grip on them and it'll result into an all-out brawl."
Konan said to the orange haired Akatsuki.
"Konan, for the hundredth time, call me Pein" he said quite annoyed.
He sat at the edge of the highest balcony the base had. Watching like a hawk the behavior of the present Akatsuki through the newly made crack in the ceiling under him. His features hard and at the same time serene.
"And for the hundredth time Yahiko, I will not call you Pein, I refuse to. I am Konan, Yahiko, Konan. Your friend, ally and…lover. I will call you by your name as you call me by mine." She said as she caressed his jaw with her pale manicured hand and led his face to hers and smiled. The orange-haired Akatsuki sighed in defeat, how could he go against her? Surely it would seem odd to find out that the leader of the Akatsuki had a heartfelt piece within the organization and that piece was Konan. Who could've thought there would be romance in the most criminal group in all five nations? But then again the heart's beat is unpredictable. He loved her yes. As a friend, as a mother and as a lover. She understood him and she filled out the missing pieces, not only of his heart but in his daily life. She was her spare intellectual. She was his spare confidence. She was his spare heart.
His hand cupped her cheek and pulled her so their lips could meet. As always, it never failed to fill his chest. Her scent of lavender and mint held on to his senses like a mother's embrace. Their kiss was chaste but filled with mutual affection. Yahiko squeezed lightly her cheek as they separated, their eyes held onto each other for a while before she straighten up. Lavender on gold. Her rosy parted lips were as soft as silk and her hooded golden eyes reflected a tiny self of him and he liked that. He liked to be the only one in her eyes.
His mind drifted off to one of those special nights where she laid under him. Her dark blue hair fanning around her beautiful face like a halo, dampened with sweat where her skin met. Her eyes hooded and darkened with lust. Lips parted and swollen with past kisses and her cheeks buffed with a vibrant rose. Her peaked peachy mounds bounced each time he slid inside her. Their eyes never left each other as the heat rose between them. He loved the way her skin glowed with sweat and how her breathing became labored as she neared her climax, her nails dug on his arms that caged her under him as her walls began to wrap around his length. Their lips crashed and their pace quickened with the upcoming mutual bliss. Her moans sang in his ears a beg for release and he didn't disappoint her with the last powerful thrusts that had them both lost in ecstasy with rhythmic waves of pleasure where their bodies joined and spasm.
"She has to go, Yahiko. I'll help her now… I can't stand watching that bastard treating her like that, do something about him" said Konan while snapping him out of his steamy trip. His brows nearly crashed with each other.
Like he cared. He waved her off and she disappeared. Yahiko shook his head and chuckled.
"I'm getting soft"
And it was true. He even felt that Konan was more of a leader than him. His ass was getting lazy and he no longer saw the same intimidation he used to inflict when the organization started. Maybe he was letting slip things a bit too much. A smile crept up as a new resolution was born but for now he needed to patch the puppet's room. He would do it just because the puppet was tranquil and he was kind of fond of him though he didn't know why. He stood up from where he sat at the edge and leapt through the hole the kunoichi created at the ceiling, landing swiftly and quietly at the side of the knelt Konan. His lavender ringed eyes took in the form of both females, Konan stroked the pastel pink hair from her face and glided her pale fingers to caresses her dirty scarred face with such grace equal of a mother and whispered sweet nothings and words of encouragement to the kunoichi. Soon after Konan helped the kunoichi stand up and he stared at her frail half-naked body. He frowned not because of pity, he frowned because she reminded him of his dearest friend; Nagato.
"Stay with me tonight, Sakura" Konan said as she wrapped her cloak around her tiny body.
Compared to Sakura, Konan was tall and had a voluptuous body, every inch of her reeked of envy and the black spandex and mesh outfit hugged her illegal curves and pronounced her muscles as they flexed with each movement.
Yahiko –Pein- didn't quite like that idea. It only meant he would be sleeping alone tonight and he didn't liked that one bit.
Konan glanced back at him knowingly and she stared apologetic, his only reply was the closing of his eyes and even like that he felt her soft smile radiating a 'Thanks'.
He dismissed them and began to patch up the place with earth-style jutsu.
The girls headed towards the door, which fell backwards off its hinges at the ghosting of Konan's hand over the knob.
"…"
"…"
"Sorry?" Sakura said while she looked up at Konan.
"…"
"…"
Giggles left the girl's lungs and suddenly the gloomy atmosphere lifted with the soft feminine chimes.
"Sakura, let's have some girl time" Konan blurt out as they walked over the door to the corridors of base.
Sakura looked at her like a spider crept out of her mouth. Pink eyebrows raised and her mouth slightly hung in confusion.
"Excuse me?" Sakura blinked.
Konan laughed heartedly then sighed.
"You heard me; 'girl time'. Let's put on some make-up and wear yukata, style our hairs, wear perfume and such!" she nearly squealed in excitement.
Sakura was dumbfound. She did not expect this in the least. She had pictured Konan as a heartless criminal the first time she saw her and to think she was as fidgety as her friend Ino, she nearly cracked.
Then again, she thought the same about Deidara and Sasori which both turned out to be sort of sweet hearted.
"Come on! Sure we are ninja but we're also women!" Konan said as she wrapped an arm over her tiny shoulders.
"Ehhh…"
In truth Sakura wasn't one to worry about her appearance or ready herself after Sasuke left the village a long time ago, such things wasn't priority for her as the constant demand of training and self-improving was barking in her mind for a better self. But now that Konan was kinda pressing her she began to hesitate.
I don't know what to say to her…. What if I say no and she turns into a demon? Well that's exaggerating but I really just don't feel like it right now, heh, surely not after that freak raped me.
"Well?" Konan did the 'Puppy eye' move.
Well shit.
Truth be said that she had a soft spot for puppy eyes. Her best friend Ino often attacked her with those, resulting in her having her way with Sakura.
Sakura cursed mentally for that lone weakness but she promised that in the near future those attacks will be pointless.
She sighed in defeat, making her shoulders rise and drop quite dramatic.
"…okay" Sakura said it as quiet as possible.
"YES!" Konan squeaked and teleported both of them to her room and God save Sakura for what's about to come.
"Well, that's, that." Sighed a pleased Pein at his rework of Sasori's room.
"All that's left is my lil talk with Hidan" he dusted out his hands and turned around, heading to the now sturdy door when suddenly…
BOOM!
A large explosion erupted at the far wall of the newly constructed room. Chunks of rubble and dust blew through the outline of Pein, which had a stoic face.
.+.
"Ouff!" "Eek!" Zetsu was unluckily blended in that same wall that had just exploded and the entity was blown out across the room at incredible speed and both halves widen their eye as they were nearing the parallel wall nonstop.
"Fuck!" Both halves said in unison and managed just in time to blend with the wall instead of crashing and creating another hole.
"Bastard" "Yeah, bastard!" the entity rose from the floor and dusted themselves, though they did managed to blend into the wall, the force of the impact was stronger and they ended up being spit out at the other side of the wall and falling chest first onto the floor of the corridor.
Both mumbled some curses under their breaths and melted away down the floor.
.+.
A blonde haired Deidara came through the gap he just created with his explosive clay and stomped past the collecting rubble waving off the wild dust that lingered in the air.
"HEY YO PAIN! WHERE'S THAT DAMN FUCKER?! UN!" Deidara barked angrily once he saw Pein in the middle of the room, his cheeks red with blood rush from his angry fit.
Pein stood awkwardly still and silent and Deidara was getting impatient. He saw no Sakura, he saw no Sasori and most of all he saw no Hidan.
"WHAT HAPPENED?!"
He walked towards Pein that still had his back at him and once he was right on front of him he raised a brow at his expression.
Pein clenched his jaw and fisted his hands. He had his eyelids sealed shut and a vein sprouted at his temple. The blonde was now facing him and he felt his heat rising a few degrees making the center of his face beet red.
His fists trembled with the need to collide with Deidara's nose. To punch his nose into his brain.
"Hey yo, why so serious man? Un... where's Sakura and Sasori?" He gave a few more steps closer to him.
Yes….that's it, a bit closer, a biiiiiit closer…. Sang Pein mentally while he ignored whatever the blonde asked him.
"Pein!" Deidara furrowed his brows and waved a hand over Pein's face. "Are you listening to me?"
Step.
"Yo…."
Deidara was perfect. Perfectly placed for a perfect punch in his perfect face.
Pat.
That lone sound echoed through the room as Deidara placed his hand over Pein's shoulder for the lack of attention. Simple and soft but it triggered the beast inside Pein and off the ceiling went Deidara. In a blast.
"SHINRA TENSEI!"
"Hehehe" "Hihihi" Zetsu laughed off lazily at the form of Deidara flying past the shroud of genjutsu, cursing and questioning as he did.
"Fool." "Yeah, fool… un!" Black half frowned.
"Lame" "NOT!" White half pulled down his lid and controlled the tongue to stick it out.
"LAME!" Black half punched White half quite hard causing it to submit. "Aye! Lame!"
And they melted down from the ceiling.
In the end Deidara was left to rebuild Sasori's room…
"Jeez..."
The blonde Akatsuki wiped the moisture off his forehead. He had removed his cloak and forehead protector and any ninja gear he had for the cleaning and patching of the puppet's room. Knowing how maniac Sasori was with cleanliness, Deidara took the time to polish, dust, sweep and mop the room with the help of a creepy misassembled puppet that twitched every time it moved.
Probably Sas is regaining some 'health' wherever he is… Deidara mentally analyzed as he saw the creepy puppet ceding the aggressive twitching to a more normal movement.
The puppet ticked towards Deidara and gestured a bow of gratitude and hand signed a message.
A small circle over his chest.
"Core" said Deidara as he interpret its gesture and the puppet nodded.
"I.T. A.C.H.I." Deidara spelled each gesture. "Itachi? Soo the core is with Itachi?"
The puppet nodded once more.
"But are you okay un?"
And again nodded.
Deidara sighed.
"Man since when this place became so fucked up? Un…"
The puppet came over Deidara and extended its wooden fist, Deidara watched as the fist slowly opened to reveal a strand of pink hair and Deidara frowned.
"Yeah…-!- SHIT! THE RAMEN!" Deidara downed in realization and darted off the room, being careful not to tip over anything and went to the ramen he'd left at the fridge.
"Aye, Itachi, your tea." Kisame said as he placed the teacup carefully by the frame of the kitchen's window where the Uchiha sat lazily enjoying the golden sunset.
The tea's steam rose and danced gracefully with the still wind as it let out its sweet relaxing aroma. A purple manicured hand wrapped around the red teacup and was brought just by the tip of a fine nose.
"It's sweet." Said Itachi quite soft as he inhaled the tea's aroma.
"Aye, you like it sweet so I made it sweet" Kisame said as he pulled a dusty chair from the kitchen's table and placed it besides the frame where Itachi was and sat freestyle quietly.
"Still don't trust me eh?" Said Kisame as the cup was brought inches apart from his blue face and he chuckled.
"Only when you taste it" Itachi said not looking back at the Shark. His expression serene as he continued to watch the sunset with his red eyes. The tomoes on the sharingan played back and forth as if recording the scenery.
"Aish…" Kisame mumbled something under his breath as he took the cup from the Uchiha's grasp, being careful of not making contact, he wouldn't want to lose his fingers. He brought the tea to his blue lips and twisted his face in disgust as he tested out the tea.
"Eww…it's clean alright, ugh, and Itachi sweet. Yech!"
Out of nowhere he took out a white cloth and wiped the ring of the teacup before handling it to Itachi.
"That's torture y'know? You know how much I hate sweet stuff… you know it's clean, you saw me brewing it!"
Itachi didn't hide his smirk as he blindly took the cup, not breaking his gaze on the now disappearing sun. He took a sip and his red eyes widen then glared menacingly at the Shark while its tomoes spun.
"Thank you, thank you" Kisame gestured an exaggerated bow. "It's not easy being a brewing master" Kisame said jokingly. He was used to the out of place expressions of Itachi that he knew what meant most of them, but, he still had trouble interpreting some of them. In this case, his expression meant; 'good, delicious, A-ok, perfect'.
Suddenly Deidara skidded to a halt from the corridor into the kitchen.
"THE RAMEN!" He yelled out lungful.
Itachi wasn't surprised, he didn't even break his gaze from the now darkened view, but Kisame had the tip of Samehada pointed at Deidara's face and was off the dusty chair in a battle stance. It took the Shark barely a second to summon his sword and had it pointed at Deidara.
"Yo, what's your problem? Un" Said an arms up Deidara.
"Don't come in like that fool. The only one allowed to do stupid unpredictable shit around here is Tobi and that fool aint here aight?" said a grumpy Kisame.
"Alright, alright! There's a reason for that!" Deidara waved off Kisame as he ducked under the large sword Samehada past the Shark and onto the fridge.
"Hooo and that would be?" Kisame cocked his head in curiosity as Deidara opened the fridge and sighed in relief. Samehada dismissed.
"Ramen dough, pre-made broth, chopped veggies and some pork" mumbled a dismissive Deidara but Kisame towered over the blonde darkly, eyes glowing red and his chakra off-radius.
"Oh really? Is it for me eh? I knew it was for me~" cooed creepily a salivating Kisame.
"Shut up man! Un."
Deidara covered the shark's face with his palm and pushed him away. His hand mouths were concealed with a sealing jutsu, luckily because once his hand blindly came in contact with the shark's face it was glossed with his drool.
"Eww man that's gross!" Deidara jumped back and stared in horror at his salivated palm. He instantly had goose bumps and he ran to the kitchen sink. To his horror the water came out dark and fowl-smelling from the lack of use and it was filled with sediment, small particles and larvae.
"OH GOD!" the blonde pinched his nose with his clean hand and stumbled back with his drooled hand in the air. Kisame was laughing like a wild pig and Itachi was nowhere in sight, not even his teacup.
"I swear I can see the smell! What the hell is wrong with this kitchen un?!" Deidara was teary and turned a different shade.
Kisame roared and fell backwards grasping his sides. "You're such a baby yah!"
"Oi! Cut it out yeah!" Deidara gritted his teeth and stomped on Kisame angrily but that didn't stop the Shark from laughing.
"This is all your fault yeah!"
Kisame sobered and stood up while Deidara kept at it waving his slimy hand and spewing nonsense, so the shark grabbed his gooey hand and dumped it in the filthy water.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Deidara felt like his hand was dipped in acid he tried to break from Kisame's grasp but the shark had him glued in place.
"Will you stay still?" said the shark as he bumped his knuckles over the blonde's head.
"LIKE HELL ASSHOLE! AND THAT HURT!"
Deidara was literally moonwalking as he kept on trying for freedom but Kisame did not budge a single inch.
"Hold still Barbie! Water's clearing ya fool"
"WHO YOU CALLING BARBIE?! DAMN SUSHI! LET ME GO THEN!"
Kisame did let go of him and since Deidara was pulling back he fell backwards, butt-first, to the floor making yet again Kisame laugh his lungs out.
Itachi was back at the window frame once the smell was gone and the two other Akatsuki settled down.
.+.
"Alright…" the blonde said as he contemplated the dusty and cobwebbed stove. "…how does this operate? Un."
"Heh. Beats me." Kisame retorted.
"But you brewed Itachi's tea, you must know?"
"I don't use that thing. I brew it with jutsu." Kisame admitted.
"Well what do you know….hey I know! un"
The blonde snapped his fingers and looked over at Kisame which gave him the coldest stare in the universe.
"I'm not doing it"
"WHY NOT?!"
"I only do that because it's for Itachi." Nothing more was needed to be said.
"Aa. Yeah…that sucks un…"
An awkward silence rose.
"I'm not teaching you either"
"FUCK YOU!"
Deidara flipped him off and stuck his tongue out at the shark and mumbled something about being a slave for Itachi as he made his way cleaning the dirty stove.
What the hell…I don't even know how to turn this thing on! How am I supposed to cook the ramen? No one here knows how to cook, not even Konan…KONAN, a girl! What if I burn it….damn it!
Deidara sighed in defeat and returned the ingredients into the empty fridge (luckily it was clean and it only had a water basin) then slopped down a dusty chair right in front of the stove.
"On." He instructed the stove while he stared at it defeated.
"What the hell you're doing blondie?" asked a confused Kisame from the previous spot he was, besides the Uchiha at the window frame.
"What does it look like? Un. I'm trying to make it work"
Itachi chuckled at that and shook his head sideways, his eyes fixed at two foxes scurrying in the dark woods for food. Both foxes noses trailed the ground for wild berries, mice scent or any other thing good enough for their appetite. Once they picked up a scent they fastened their pace in unison and began the hunt disappearing through the thick woods. Only then did the Uchiha gave his full attention to the other Akatsuki.
"You really are stupid eh? That thing doesn't work like that, fool." Chuckled Kisame and face-palmed.
"Then enlighten me dork!"
"Nah. You eat something else, why the hell you want ramen so badly?" Kisame waved off the frustrated blonde.
"Che. It's not that I want ramen…it's for Sakura…" he trailed off softly and folded his arms over his chest and looked down while he crossed his legs in his seated form.
Kisame raised an eyebrow and had a weird grin plastered in his blue face.
"Hoooo. Do I smell something?" Kisame cooed and inched towards the blonde with his chair.
"S-shut up yeah!" he turned his head away and mumbled something about just liking her.
What's his problem, I mean, sure I like her but he doesn't have to stick his nose into it sheesh….
"HAHAHAHA the blonde's in love!" roared Kisame and Deidara groaned. The shark brutally draped an arm over Deidara's shoulders, making him bend over with the Shark's weight and struggle for air.
"YO! YOU AINT LIGHT YEAH! AND GET OFF ME!" Deidara fought with Kisame trying to squirm his way out of his heavy arm, punching as he did but it did little to tickle the blue humanoid.
"Awwe look at the Barbie with the pink chakra of love" He teased and grind his blue knuckles over Deidara's head ignoring the shouting and feeble punches he was being thrown at. "Oi you shouldn't be grumpy if you're in love, try to laugh, to laugh!" he laughed out and finally he let go of the raging Deidara yet again ignoring his outrage and while so dodging a few kitchen utensils.
"I should just blow your blue ass Kisame!" Shouted Deidara but stood confused as Kisame roared in laughter and fell backwards with the dusty chair, destroying it under his weight, the blue humanoid kicked and lolled sideways grasping his sides while he cried of laughter. He glanced at Itachi, which was now sitting in the upper frame of the window hanging like a bat with his legs crossed, Itachi looked back at the blonde with his 'die now' stare and folded his arms over his chest and closed his lids in an annoyed gesture.
"It sounded wrong." Itachi said coolly.
[Roar of laugher]
"Huh? How so?"
[Kisame chokes]
"Blow his ass?"
There was a silence between Deidara and Itachi while Kisame passed out with a hard laugh, their stare elongated with the registry of Deidara's slow mind.
Deidara gagged and crossed his arms forming and 'X' on front of him and shook his head nervously.
"I-I didn't mean it that way y-yeah! NO WAY!"
Deidara sweat dropped and groaned fisting his hair and curling into a ball by the feet of the unconscious Kisame, drowning into oblivion.
"Now that bastard won't leave me alone for the rest of the days of Akatsukiiiiiii" squeaked Deidara nervously.
"I'll kill him now before he wakes up and ruins me!" Deidara whined as he attempted to strangle the Shark.
"Fool"
Itachi felt Sasori's string of chakra humming from the scroll he had hidden under his garments, he felt an unusual chuckle followed by a sigh, and it wasn't his. He had to admit it felt weird to be connected to someone else's feelings, but it was momentary until the puppet gained enough strength. Channeling his chakra to the scroll was his only way of communication and Itachi didn't mind it.
Closing his eyes Itachi traveled to Sasori's core once he connected their chakras.
A naked Itachi and child Sasori stood in the vast white dimension.
"Hello, Itachi" Said the child Sasori. The dimension echoed softly his voice vibration.
"Sasori"
The Uchiha stared down at the smaller version of the Sasori he knew. His lips pressed to a firm line and his eyes where charcoal black. The dimension showed your true nature, no human made items or body alterations were reflected at the dimension. Not even his slight blindness. Which impressed him. Due to the extensive usage of the sharingan Itachi began to suffer its consequences which meant staged blindness, meaning that the blindness was more or less severe depending of its usage, and slight disturbances in behavior as the sharingan tore his mental sanity little by little with each illusion he casts. Every Uchiha suffered of this, meaning that no matter how mentally stable you were, the sharingan always had its way to worm into your sanity because after all, you witnessed the victim's worst nightmare.
Long dark onyx hair rested free under his pale shoulders, his bangs fell forward silkily with the absence of his forehead protector, even his ANBU tattoo disappeared and his nails weren't manicured. He stood there with full naked grace without a pinch of embarrassment, he still held his stoic expression though.
"So you're really like this huh…" contemplated a child Sasori.
"…"
"Doesn't matter, what are you here for?"
There was a moment of silence before Itachi answered back and the dimension echoed his voice.
"Deidara"
"Not yet. He knows you have me. Let me stay with you, I don't doubt of his protection but he's distracted…"
"Hn"
"…and he's a fool."
"Hn"
"Prone to trouble…"
"Hn"
"…and in love."
Itachi stood silent at that statement and something inside of him twisted in annoyance and he didn't like that feeling. He liked to be in control of his emotions and involuntary swings he did not welcome. He didn't even know why he had reacted that way. All in all he didn't liked it. Certain feelings were weakness and he knew that weakness was not an option.
Sasori blinked waiting for Itachi.
"Fine"
"A week"
"…." Itachi glared down at the child Sasori with full will.
Both of them began a staring-glaring contest. Itachi didn't like the idea of babysitting another member of the Akatsuki even if it was only to carry him around, but since both of them were connected he didn't like the idea of staying a week like this. Or what consequences it might bring him with their connected feelings. A puppet…with feelings…
"Itachi. A week." Sasori insisted and he caught the slight annoyance in the Uchiha but didn't pay attention to it. He stared thoroughly like a hawk on prey with his red glossy doll eyes.
"Hn"
Itachi disappeared in a wisp leaving a smirking Sasori behind.
"Hey!"
Itachi glared at the blonde once he came back from the connection. He didn't know why the blonde had that tone with him and he surely wanted to stir fry him with his gaze and apparently the blonde dismissed on strangling Kisame. He immediately caught the stiffness of the blonde as he directed his glare at him. His eyes were back to his usual blurriness and he collectively adjusted his vision without the blonde noticing.
"H-hey uhh… are you listening to me?"
Damn glowing red eyes… and what the fuck are those shit spots doing spinning like gals on a festival night?
"What." It was more of a statement than a question. Making conversations with some other than Kisame he also didn't like.
"I said; 'can you cook?'"
The blonde asked him with his arms folded. He stood next to the fridge, tapping his foot rhythmically in a slow pace, his face flushed red with embarrassment.
"…."
Itachi knew how to cook but only simple stuff and also for himself. He wasn't about to cook for someone else just because he was asked to. He had Kisame for that.
"Well I'll take your silence as a yes, un"
Deidara dropped his arms and turned to open the fridge, yet again taking out the broth, noodles, veggies and meat. Once he got them out he placed them over the dusty table. Deidara mumbled a complain about how dusty and dirty this place was. He yet again put away the ingredients and ghosted his hands over the dusty table, calculating on how he should proceed to clean up.
Itachi saw how the blonde mystically picked up a rag from the sink with his thumb and index finger and fought to clean it under the clear stream of the mucky sink, his pale face twisted in disgust every now and then as his skin rose in bumps. He gagged and leaned back with his face away and his eyes shut, working blindly to clean the rag. Once clean, the blonde began to wipe the table and whatever else he could as fast as he could. Itachi raised a fine eyebrow and his frown deepened another level. His low pony tail hung over his head and so did his clothes, barely showing belly skin, as he sat upside down in the window frame. The blonde walked towards him when he finished cleaning up and stopped a feet away, he clapped his hands on front of him, as if praying, and had his eyes sealed shut and Itachi's glare intensified at the blonde's gesture.
"Pleaseteachmehowtocook!"
It took a rare time for the prodigy to process the sentence, he had said it so fast that it was almost non-understandable.
The blonde stood still in place with the gesture, blindly waiting for an answer.
"No"
"AWE COME OOOOOON!"
Deidara threw his hands in the air and kicked the broken pieces of the chair that was around the unconscious Kisame.
"Or just tell me how to do it from there, you don't have to move yeah!"
At the end it sounded like a plead, but then, he pleaded with his huge blue orbs at the Uchiha.
"Please, yeah, I'll give you some…"
"Fine"
"Eh?"
Clearly caught off guard, Deidara stood with a poker face, he froze his wild gestures and let his arms flop to his sides.
Well…that was easy? Mused Deidara quite confused.
"Eehh okaaayy…well how do you-"
"-get out."
"but…"
"out."
With a sigh the blonde Akatsuki popped out of the kitchen disappointedly and was left to wonder what the Uchiha was about to do at the kitchen.
Well… at least I'll get it done for her…I think…
And he tucked his hands on his trouser pockets and walked down the hallway.
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Yellow pupil-less eyes peeked through one of the walls of the kitchen. Zetsu. Curiosity got the best of the entity and it watched concealed within the wall at the Uchiha prodigy. Itachi still hung from the upper window frame with his arms crossed over his chest and lids closed. Zetsu didn't broke eye contact from the Uchiha but knew something wasn't right and that's when it rang.
"Genjutsu-urgh!" "Scared-eep!"
Between the eyes they had a kunai impaled, luckily they backed away just in time so it was stuck up in the stone wall and not into their brain.
The shadow clone of Itachi evaporated from the window frame and the real body of Itachi appeared just by the side of the kunai and unstuck it glaring at the entity that was concealed within the wall. He then stabbed the kunai in the same spot with such force that it reached the entity's forehead managing to blot out a drop of yellow blood.
"Bye" "adieus"
The halves said without hesitation, understanding the unspoken message and left leaving no trail of existence.
A long sigh escaped the Uchiha's lungs before show down.
"Now… let's cook"
AU: So sorry yet again for the latest update in history! I've had this chapter done in WEEKS but unfortunately I've got no internet. I'm also sorry for rushing out the end and this kind of monotonous chapter, please review and keep on reading :D! Thank you!
-r1kuz
