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Breakfast was….interesting to say the least. Almost no one talked. Itachi, Kisame, Hidan, Deidara, and I were better off dead I suppose, considering the lack of sleep and intense video gaming that had commenced around midnight lasting until three thirty in the morning. It was now eight o'clock. AM.
Tobi and Sasori were the only one's, including Konan, who would actually try and start conversations. Tobi and Ren would talk to everyone in a high voice and try to lift their spirits. Stupid morning people. And considering the fact that Tobi got just as much sleep as me and I was dragging wouldn't he be just as sluggish and grumpy? Ah, the responsibility that comes with a persona.
"Pass the butter, please?" Ren squeaked, smiling largely. Hidan scooped up a handful of the yellow paste and chucked it at her, nearly hitting her square in the head but missing and hitting the microwave instead. I didn't bat an eye. I actually, really didn't care. Ren would clean it up anyways.
"Hidan!" She yelled, rushing away to go clean it. Called it.
"Stop being an OCD and just eat your food, Ren." I grumbled, shoving a piece of bacon into my mouth and chewing. Deidara, Hidan, and I nodded our heads in approval before settling deeper into our chairs. Itachi glared at us with spite, tired eyes.
"All of you just shut up." Kakuzu deadpanned.
"I second that notion." Sasori stated. With a wave of my hand I glared at him.
"You're a puppet, you never sleep. Shut up." Sasori smirked and just continued to scan his book. Pein and Konan chatted idly at the end of the table. Tobi started to scream about something related to unicorns with Deidara who looked ready for seppuku. I glanced over at the shark to my right.
"Kisame?" he looked down at me and swallowed the food in his mouth.
"What's up, kid?" he set his fork down and sat back to listen. So polite for a serial killer.
"Could you come with me on a walk after dinner?" I asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes. With a puzzled look, he nodded. "Can I ask why you have such a sudden interest in spending time with little old me? Don't worry, flattery doesn't work on me." I smirked.
"I just have proposal." I simply stated, turning back to my food and fiddling with my fluorescent shirt with my free hand.
"Itachi, pass the butter?" Ren asked once again.
"For fucks sake!" Hidan yelled, grabbing the butter once again and chucking it at her. She yelped again and ducked, once again dirtying the microwave. We all sat in a brief silence and watched the yellow substance slip from the surface of the appliance and make a rather noisy splat onto our tiled floor.
Ren stood up and slammed her hands on the table.
"You wanna fight, fucker?" I was rather taken aback by her outburst. She didn't really like cursing…and she rarely did curse herself. Hidan didn't care, however.
"Oh, bring it bitch! It's too early for your bullshit this early in the morning. Shut the fuck UP, Tobi!" He growled, flipping him the finger when he wouldn't shut up about the unicorns. Tobi pouted and started to sob. I couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed. You would too if someone started yelling at a special person. Even if that special person didn't care and was only faking.
"Fuck you, Hidan! Your being just as loud!" I yelled, standing up as well and pointing my knife at him. He turned to glare at me this time.
"Just shut. Up." Kakuzu groaned. Hidan turned to him and glared even more.
"Deal with it, you shitty old man." Kakuzu glared back at him and raised an arm. None of us batted an eye when said Albino was skewered to the wall by the thick threads of Kakuzu's wrist. It was actually pretty bad-ass. No doubt about it.
He clutched at his neck and scratched hurriedly, choking out and glaring. We had a feeling he was cursing, but that was just on a hunch. A very small hunch. I love sarcasm.
"Kakuzu." Kakuzu glanced at Pein with a deadpan expression, but most of us knew he was really annoyed. He glowered at Hidan before retracting the threads hesitantly. Hidan fell forwards and we barely batted an eye, just continued to eat our breakfasts in a mundane silence.
"The-uzu!" he coughed. I scrunched my nose at the 'ketchup' that now dotted my pancakes. From the corner of my eye I could see Deidara and Konan doing the same. Kisame just kept eating.
"Kisame…there's a little 'ketchup' on your eggs." He glanced down.
"There sure is." He said with a shrug. I swear, Ren almost gave us a show of her long eaten morsels. Sasori stared distastefully at the bloodied table.
"I hope that's blood." He grumbled.
"Don't you mean-" Ren started.
"No."
"Danna, stop being such a puppet, un."
"Deidara, stop being such a blonde." I commented through a mouth full of eggs. He turned to glare my way, flaring his mouth hands at me in his signature move.
"Asshole." I grumbled. "I don't feel like getting blown up today, Jeen. Shut up." Kakuzu said, hitting the back of my head. I pouted at him.
"Kakuzu, I don't like what he's saying. Plus, if the 'ketchup' stains on the table it'll cost more to replace it." Kakuzu frowned at this and so did Ren.
"Who pays for this place anyways? I've never seen you or Jeen leave the house for work." Sasori asked, sliding a piece of cardboard into his book. I opened my mouth to answer, but stopped abruptly to pull my phone out of my pants pocket. "New e-mail." I muttered.
3rd Person!
They watched Jeen scroll through the e-mail, watching with curiosity as her face lit up with something related to excitement. Even Itachi raised an eyebrow at her expression as she continued to swipe her finger across the screen. After a few minutes of watching her just scroll and tap, read and smile, they grew bored and went back to their food.
"To answer your question, Sasori, we use the money our parents left us and I work occasionally. I'm on vacation right now." Ren smiled, picking up her cleaned plate and working her way over to the sink.
"Your parent's left you money? I thought you said they hated you guys." Kisame smirked, shoveling the rest of his eggs into his mouth, leaving the fruit marooned in the middle of the carnage. Ren nodded happily at him. "They do! But it was either give it to us or a charity or just let the bank do whatever. I'm glad they gave it to us, because now their dead and they won't give a shit about what we do with it!" Deidara and Hidan looked rather disgusted, Kisame looked amused, Kakuzu and Sasori approved, Pein, Itachi, Konan, and Tobi didn't seem to give a shit. Jeen continued to scroll, her smile increasing with each passing millisecond.
"How did the assholes die?" Hidan asked, smiling sadistically. Ren thought for a moment while scraping the excess food from the pans.
"You have to think about it? Wow, un." said Deidara, taking a chunk of his bacon. Ren nodded and with a shake of her head just settled for rinsing her plate.
"Hey, Jeen, do you remember how mom and dad died?" Jeen shrugged and gave her the finger with a mumbled word of silence before scrolling aggressively.
"A simple no would have been ok." She said with a frown. Hidan snickered and swiped a piece of bacon from her. Jeen's smile disappeared, but returned a few moments later regardless. The atmosphere returned to its tense position once more with grumpy, sleep deprived ninjas and sadistic grins held in time while the smell of food wavered in the air.
Most of the Akatsuki actually looked like normal people that'd you see on the streets. Jeans, cargo pants, tank tops, t-shirts, sandals, sneakers, and the occasional hat. Only Tobi seemed to stand out more with his orange mask and florescent green high tops. Itachi and Kisame had settled for cargo pants and sandals, only Kisame chose the kelp-green tank top and Itachi, the black t-shirt. Hidan and Deidara went for beige cargo pants and sneakers. Hidan had the low cut purple tank top and Deidara, the orange. The rest don't really matter, they all wore different colored Jeans and tanks and shirts and what-not. Pein actually looked like a real teenager than a ninja. Then again, it's Yahiko not Nagato. Where IS Nagato anyways?
Kisame nudged Jeen from her right. "Hey, kid, you alright?" He asked, seeing her facial expression jaw dropped. Jeen stood silent and remained that way until Kisame peeked over her head to glance at the phone. With a low whistle, he turned to look at Itachi.
"Itachi, I never knew you could be sentimental." He said, shocked. Itachi, who after all this time was grouchy and tired, looked up from his food.
"What is it, Kisame." Kisame smirked and snatched the phone away from Jeen. Luckily it was the last page of the chapter so she didn't mind, just sat in her fangirl-ish dimension. Itachi took the phone without question and started to read the page, not really getting the point until he noticed who it was about. He stared at the phone for a few moments in thought. Then he chucked it through the window without so much of a care, rather a frown of disapproval. Apparently, ninja badasses get to do whatever the hell they want and not really give a shit about the importance of it all.
"MARZA!" Jeen screeched, falling out of her chair (to Tobi's dismay) and quickly standing up to bolt through the back door after the phone which was now laying in the middle of glass that once was the window above the sink. Ren gawked at the broken window and so did Kakuzu and Kisame.
"Itachi, that's going to cost you." Kakuzu and Ren growled simultaneously. Hidan barked with laughter as did Deidara and Kisame. Sasori just snickered at the scene and did laugh at Pein's eye twitch. This was his organization, like it or not. He face palmed and Konan rubbed his back soothingly, whispering something encouraging in his ear. He didn't respond in the slightest.
"It's broken!"
"Jeen-chan, it's just a phone!"
"It. Is. A girl. Not a 'phone'. HER NAME WAS MARZA, ASSHOLES!"
"Jeen-chan, what are you doing with that…..Jeen-chan, don't run with glassssss!"
"SHUT UP OUT THERE!" They all paused to glance at the fence.
"Sorry, Ms. Glady." Ren called, smiling sheepishly. Hidan cocked an eyebrow.
"Who the fuck is Ms. Glady?" he asked, glancing at the wall suspiciously while fingering the butcher knife at his side. Ren smirked.
"Our bitch of a neighbor who lives over that fence with about a bajillion cats. She's secretly an assassin whore." Jeen sobbed, glancing at her phone. "Marza…" she mumbled. Itachi didn't even look guilty. He actually looked a little amused.
"Jeen, do you think Hidan will assassinate her for us?" Jeen just kept up her glare.
"Itachi….it was just a story!" She yelled. The rest of the Akatsuki looked at her.
"What was it about?" Konan tried, still sitting next to Pein a few yards away.
"Itachi and his brother reunite!" Jeen cried, shooting up and flashing the peace signs with a large grin. There was a long impending silence.
"It was demeaning, Jeen." Itachi deadpanned. Jeen shook her head.
"I thought it showed character and brotherly love." If looks could kill, Jeen would be a pile of bloody mush.
"Hn."
"I actually think that if you showed more-HEY!"
"Jeen, we would love to listen to you demean Itachi, but we have standards and your hitting below the belt." Sasori smirked, looking at my syrup smothered face. With a frown, I pushed my chair back and stood up, preparing to walk away as Ren took my plate away for cleaning without so much as a glance or remark at my syrup covered face and tank.
Immediately, Madara, Hidan, and Itachi all tensed, Madara and Hidan actually stood up. The rest of the Akatsuki just watched her.
"Where's Jeen-chan going? Tobi has to watch Jeen-chan, Jeen-chan can't be-"
"Tobi, I'm fine. Guys, I'm just going to go take a shower." She sent a glare in Sasori's direction and making sure to grab her back up phone.
"You have two, un?" Deidara inquired, sending her a pitiful look.
"Yes." She snapped. "That one just happened to be my fun phone though. This is the one I keep all my porn on." She smirked when Ren turned to her, dropping the plate in her hands.
"JEEN?" There was a knock on the door, interrupting her tantrum, however that didn't stop her. Hidan and Deidara snickered at them.
"I knew you were the type, you slut." Jeen glared at Hidan's remark.
"Why thank you. And no, you idiot, I was being sarcastic. It's my emergency phone that I can barely afford. Now I can." Another glare sent at Itachi who just hn-ed in reply.
"I told you, no cell phones in the bathroom. Remember last time?" Ren growled, scooping up the glass.
"Can one of you guys help?" She pouted. With a sigh, Sasori stood up and knelt beside her.
"Why don't you just take a shower? It's so much faster." Kakuzu added with a disdainful poke at his eggs. Across the table, Zetsu mimicked him.
"Because I get bored." She pouted, scooping up a robe from a distant chair.
"Oh, I can fix that.' Hidan grinned, twitching his fingers in a teasing manner. With an eyeroll, Jeen strode up the stairs. Pein cleared his throat.
"Tobi, follow her."
"Hai, Pein-sama!" He screeched. Itachi, Kakuzu, Deidara (pretty much everyone in the category of sleep deprived)'s eye twitched. Too loud, too early.
First person Jeen
I slammed the door behind my person, going to lock it when someone knocked much to my annoyance.
"What?" I barked. It was too early for me to be bothered. And I was sticky. Fuck you, perverts.
"Tobi is watching over Jeen-chan!" he whispered through the crack in the door. With a groan, I locked it.
"Thanks, Tobi, but I doubt anyone will get me while I'm taking a shower." I could almost feel him shrugging.
"Can't be too safe." He chuckled.
"Well welcome back, Madara."
"You enjoy it."
"Like hell." I snorted. I quickly filled the tub and stripped myself of clothing and bandages before dipping in the scalding water. I surpressed a groan of pleasure at the soothing attempts it put into the gashes on my person, dulling the sting.
"Don't drown." I heard from the other end. I snorted again.
"You wish." Downstairs, there were annoyed shouts and the sounds of more dishes breaking. I shook my head and plucked my phone from the side of the tub, turning it on and heading straight for a fanfiction sight.
It was actually quite soothing for once, among all the chaos of the Akatsuki and gang members coming about. Life wasn't too bad, with the occasional kidnapping in public and sides of houses being destroyed. That got me to thinking, what would happen when they left? IF they left. Would they forget us? Would they wipe our memories? Most likely…but would they even miss us? I know ninja's aren't really supposed to grow emotionally attached to anything or anyone, frankly, they shouldn't even be having a good time. Way of the Ninja or whatever the hell it was. It isn't fair. They couldn't show emotions? What kind of bullshit is that? Without emotions were would we be? Committing suicide most likely. Insanity would be irrelevant. Actually, even if they were seriously hurt, would they cry? There wouldn't being feeling anywhere in those mindless bodies. What the fuck? What about dying comrades? They had to leave them behind and move on without so much as a glance? Shinobi way or not, that wasn't acceptable. That's why we have 'no man left behind'. It's their mundane rules that interfere with missions, not emotions.
I must have drifted off more than I thought, because about twenty minutes had gone by. Jeez, time flies. Pressing the home button and turning off the phone, I went to fold it into a secured towel beside the tub, but instead, ended up catching the corner of the sink. My hand spasmed and with a startled gasp opened, dropping the phone into the murky water. I quickly stood up and screamed, twisting my leg painfully and falling out of the tub.
"DON'T SHOCK ME! DON'T SHOCK ME, WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU!" I screeched. When the door burst open I let out another scream. Madara stood in front of me, mask on, eye wide open as he quickly searched the small room for threats. I screamed again and reached for a towel without so much as a second thought. Actually, I did think that it wasn't a big deal since I had seen him naked, but this was different. Yes, different. I have TWO private areas while as he has…well, if you count his face….. With a low hiss, he hauled me up by my arm, still searching the room with a fixed glare, knife in hand. A few Akatsuki members stood behind him.
"What. Did you. Do." He growled, low enough so only I could hear. I smiled sheepishly and pointed to the submerged electronic.
"Dropped it…." I muttered, looking away. Fuck, I could feel the blush creeping up my neck. He dropped me with a grunt and I made sure to quickly hitch the towel up higher. Hidan, Itachi, Pein, and Kisame looked at me with a confused face.
"What's so bad about that, naked bitch?" I glared at Hidan with spite.
"It could've electrocuted me." He scoffed.
"And it didn't. Now, hurry your ass up! I want a shower too." He said, turning away. I stood up and sighed.
"Thought you would've joined her instead of walking away?" Kisame smirked. Hidan shook his head. "Nah, she has no breasts." At this I threw my now destroyed backup phone at the back of his head. "OUCH YOU BITCH!"
"Fuck you, fucking undead grandpa." From downstairs, I heard Kakuzu, 'Grandpa? More like undead whore.' Hidan didn't really approve. As I was about to shut the door, it caught on Madara's foot. I glared at him.
"Can I finish my shower?" I asked, crossing my arms over my torso while still keeping the towel in place. He shook his head.
"Pein just told me, once again, to keep a close eye on you. Neither him nor I appreciated the scare." He deadpanned, opening the door and closing it behind him. I frowned.
"Don't you dare turn out to be some kind of closet pervert." He shrugged.
"We're not in a closet, are we? Or would you prefer that?" he let himself lean against the wall closest to the door and, with a smirk, crossed his arms. "You'd like that wouldn't you." I muttered. With a glare, I stepped back into the bathtub, yanked the curtains, black and white checkered, and replaced my towel on the rack. Even though I knew it wasn't a big deal I couldn't help but feel slightly flustered.
"Asshole." I muttered. I heard him chuckle. As I turned on the water I heard him shift, doing something like changing his position on the wall. I knew he wasn't coming any closer however. As my shower stretched on to three minutes, my hair finally being shampooed, the noises downstairs were getting louder. Hidan and Deidara's shouts collided with Kisame and Ren's. I was surprised we didn't have cops busting down our doors with our neighbors being as stingy as possible. I thought they were getting along just fine, but I quickly wiped that thought away. Those bastards (not Konan :D ) were so unpredictable that for all I knew there could be a yaoi scene happening without be to experience it….now washing faster. I guess I went to fast, for the gashes in my upper arm didn't agree with me. I winced and smothered a gasp as I rubbed the bar of soap up and down soothingly. Looking back, I'm surprised with how many wounds I had come by…nine on my left leg, three on my right, several on one arm, five on the other, a lot on my torso, and one large gash in the crook of my shoulder and neck. With Konan's help, of course, it had been a short almost painless recovery. While as most of the wounds had faded, my sprained wrist, broken left index finger, and critical gash had preferred to remain. Painkillers did help most of the time, and antibiotics fought off infections. You could say I was one pretty satisfied cripple.
After finishing what needed to be finished I peeked out from the side of the curtain and snagged a towel. I could see Madara sitting patiently on the toilet, mask off arms crossed. He seemed pretty tired, then again, who wasn't tired. It had been a hard month. I was finally going back to school after a few months of being privately taught by tutors and online classes that cost a fortune. I was pretty excited, actually. I could see some old friends, old enemies, new people, new teachers. Then again, Ren had to go to work too. The Akatsuki alone? Hell no, we need order in this messed up world and using an organization of serial killers isn't one option. And if they did find a way to leave, would they be able to take us with them like Tobi said? If so, I'd need three duffle bags just to fit all the Naruto mangas we'd need to help them out if they so desired. Then again, if they don't find out what happens….if we keep them away from everything like this, we could still prevent them from carrying on with their plans in a more hushed matter. Pein wouldn't be able to object to that, I'm sure of it. It's subtle, quiet, fast, and easy. Not likely to fail. That way we wouldn't need to disrupt anything unnecessary and keep it as mundane as possible.
Madara's POV
She's toying with me somehow. It's not natural for someone so small and insignificant to be able to control us like puddy in her hands. Even Itachi seems to enjoy her company…even more so I enjoy her company. Strangely enough, I actually prefer to be around her. No, I cannot begin to think that way. I am not Madara, I am not who she thinks I am. Though, I am pretty sure she does know that I am not who I say I am either. I could not begin to fathom what would happen should she be actually harmed again in her already weakened state. The surprise that over took me when I had realized that she had tried to fight back against her captors astonished me even more than it had already. No matter how strong she thought herself to be she wound up making matters worse for herself. Not a wise move on her part.
I am also rather certain that she does in fact know of my plans for the future and all of the to be blunt…how she does know I have yet to find out…my brief thoughts, however, are centered on whether or not I am using her for information that I would need later or if I am actually attracted to her as Kushina and the Fourth were to each other. That is unheard of. Absolutely preposterous. And even so, I refuse to fall in love with someone so different….what am I talking about? I have no clue. Of course I would fall to my temptations. Even the strongest would. The smartest would have no doubt. Have I gone insane? No doubt about it.
As I cursed to myself in a silent manner, Jeen chose that exact moment to extract herself out of the water, towel wrapped around her body. She glared at me and turned her head, but even so, I could see her embarrassment. I smirked and opened the door for her, taking my turn and stepping out behind her. When I turned to follow her, she spun around and snapped a finger at me. I glared harshly.
"I refuse to let you watch me change."
"Leader's orders, girl."
"Since when do you listen to the second in command."
"Since I became a part of his organization.
"For your cause!"
"For his dream for peace."
"Your manipulating him for what you want as your own!"
"For the better."
"For your own plans, not his!"
"With his included!" I was getting aggravated by this point and this mindless bickering held no reason.
"Only because you need a deal breaker. If it hadn't been for your knowledge on his and Yahiko's dream then you wouldn't be where you are now."
"If it hadn't been for my knowledge on anything none of us would be now would we?"
And with that she slammed her door. I frowned, keeping my guard up. Regardless of Pein's orders or not, I knew I had to protect her. Affection or hate. Maybe I am as screwed up as she defines me to be, maybe not, but for now I'll settle for sanity.
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Ok, so are any of you guys going to Anime Expo in LA this weekend? If so, I wanna let you guys know that I'll be there too! Sunday, from whatever time to whatever time I dunno most of the day! I'll be the thirteen year old with brown hair, short, wandering around with her friend in the nerd glasses with a death note shirt. If you see me, come say hello! I would love to talk to you guys :DD I think I'll be wearing all black, I dunno. I'm trying to update as much as I can but I'm also trying to collect money and get things done around the house. Chores and such. I never knew how messy my room was ;A;
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