"Kisame! That's not nice!"

"Get your fat ass off me fishfuck!" Kisame was currently sitting on Hidan. The blue dog whined at Shelby, scratching his back feet against Hidan's back. The white Akita was being flattened by the larger dog. Kisame just dug his feet in more, 'on accident'. He's 'just a baby' after all.

While Kisame was getting scolded, Zetsu watched out the window with intent eyes. The dog didn't know what he was waiting for, but it seemed right to gaze outside. His ears twitched at the sounds behind him. It was odd, to say the least.

Zetsu was great at his job. Information gathering, spying, eati- I mean, disposing of evidence, the point is he is good at what he does. Before most of the current members of the Akatsuki even joined, Zetsu watched them. He observed the members- picking up how they treat others, what they like, what they dislike, and how well they take to things. It was needed to make sure Madara picked the right members.

His black ear swiveled towards the commotion behind him. Kisame never acted like this before. Then again, from what he knows, Kisame never really had friends nor family. He was loyal to his own certain extent. There was no question on how loyal he was to Akatsuki, the man literally gave his life for it. However...

The girl.

Zetsu was seeing her warm face in his mind. This brought an issue. He looked over to Sasori, who was still on weak from his maltreatment from his first few weeks of 'new life'. It seems Sasori thought the same. He was staring at a wall blankly. He was forced to eat again not to long ago. The girl made him eat as a last resort if the red puppy did not want to. Sasori told him he thought about adding her to his collection. Not as a battle puppet. Perhaps a decorative doll?

She doesn't deserve that and you know it.

She's pretty cute. Maybe we could steal her from him after he does it?

That's not going to happen. I like her enough. She's sweet to her flowers.

She's sweet enough to eat.

Stop that! We're not eating her!

...

...

...She'd give us diabetes anyway. Too Sweet.

Zetsu argued with himself more and more. It seems Shelby had even gotten to him, a little bit. That sly woman.. how did she worm herself in without him noticing? He wasn't the only one either.

The oh-so few members that Shelby has within her home were hooked. They were content- Zetsu even dare say- genuinely happy. Well, if you count the 'you're a dog now' out. Other than that fact, as well as some personal issues, they were in fact happy.

Zetsu heard a car door and looked outside the window again, Tobi joining him. "What is it?" Tobi asked, voice slightly masked. They still weren't very used to the metal beasts. "There is someone here." Zetsu replied, taking in the beatup truck. He could see a man within. He stepped out, looking rough. His hair was the same color as Shelby's and was slightly receding.

Zetsu's information gathering skills told him that this man used drugs recreationally.

"I don't know who it is, but I don't like them." Zetsu growled, yipping softly at the window. Shelby heard this and walked over to the window. "Zetsu? What's wrong?" She ran her hand on his back. Petting him gently, Shelby peered out the window, her face slowly shifting into one of nervousness. "Ah Shit." She sighed. "John's here."

Shelby watched her older brother look around, most likely searching for their mother's car. He shuffled up the sidewalk, going for the door. She watched the doorknob turn. John was trying to open the door. When he found that the door was locked, he banged on it harshly.

Kisame growled at the door, and then he barked. "Shh." Shelby shushed him, tapping his nose. "It's just my..brother." She grumbled out the last part, marching for the door. "Wait a minute damn it!" She shouted, knowing her older sibling could hear her. 'He better not be asking for money again.' She thought, knowing most likely what he would spend it on. She unlocked the door, her face blank. With a twitching eye, she greeted the man. "Hey." He grinned,"Sup Muff." He stepped inside, looking around. "Is mom home?" He inquired, hands in his pockets. Shelby craned her head up to look at him. "No. You know she's almost never here anyway." The man scoffed, knowing it was the truth. He looked down and took notice of the dogs.

"When did you get this pit?" He motioned towards Kisame, who gave him a dirty look. He didn't like the way the oil-stained man look at him. "He's not mine." Shelby said, petting the blue dog. "Kisame is Michaela's dog. So is Itachi, the one on the couch." She pointed him out, the small puppy was watching them from the brown couch.

John ran hand through his short hair. "So uh, you mind tellin' me what that fucker Bartow was doin' here?" Shelby sighed in irratation. "The asshat was trying to apologize. Again. Told him to fuck off. Again."

The air grew tense. "So what happend to your eye then?"

"Uggghhhhhh." Why does everyone think that she gets beat?!