Konan opened the fridge, she had just finished making a fresh batch of cookies and if you have cookies you must have milk. She scanned the entire fridge before finally coming to the conclusion that the Akatsuki . . . was out of milk. She closed the fridge and sighed. She needed milk before she could enjoy her cookies, but she loathed going to the store. As she was thinking about what to do Hidan walked into the kitchen and started making his way over to the beautiful chocolate chip cookies. Cookie description : Hot, fresh, and an aroma that was absolutely irresistible. She grabbed a knife out of the drawer. Hidan reached for a cookie. She quickly used the knife and cleanly sliced off his hand and put a towel over the cookies to protect them from the blood spray.

"OW!" Hidan yelped, pulling back his hand, "What the heck was that for you jerk?!"

Konan gave him a look that only mothers and angry children can give, "We have no milk. No milk, no cookies. If you could fix that problem I would consider letting you have one."

Hidan picked up his hand, "Heh heh. Nah, you're crazy! Besides, I have to get my hand stitched back on because someone (not pointing fingers) sliced it off."

Hidan walked out of the kitchen. Konan knew just the person to call.

"Pein! Come over here!" she called.

The wannabe god walked into the kitchen, "Yes Konan?"

"I need you to go to the store and buy more milk."

Pein nodded, "Alright, but I'm taking Kisame with me."

"You go right ahead, and make it quick. If these get cold before you come back . . . we'll have a problem."

Pein walked out of the room and grabbed Kisame out of the living room, "Come on, we have to go buy milk."

The two of them got to the store and walked over to the dairy aisle. They both stared at all the different types of milk.

Kisame glanced at Pein, "Did you ask what kind of milk she wanted?"

Pein shook his head in defeat, "No."

Kisame shrugged, "Well, milk is milk. There can't be that much difference."

The man-shark grabbed a carton of milk from the cooler.

"There. We have our milk!" he exclaimed, brandishing it like a trophy, "Lets go to the checkout."

They paid for the milk and went home. Upon their arrival Konan was waiting in the kitchen, arms folded and knife in hand. Kisame put the milk on the table.

He smiled brightly, "We got the milk Konan-san."

Konan let her gaze slide from the men to the milk. She frowned in displeasure.

"What the heck is this?" she asked.

Pein looked at it, "Milk?"

Konan rubbed her temples in exasperation, "When I say get milk, who on earth buys low fat? It hardly even qualifies as milk! Try again."

They headed back to the store. They went back to the milk aisle and yet again stared at it.

"I'm picking this time." Pein said.

He grabbed another carton of milk. They paid and got home.

Konan examined the product, "Guys . . . this is three days expired. Okay, look. I want whole milk. Got it? Whole milk. And the expiration date has to be at least a week from today. At least."

They returned to the cursed store. Kisame grabbed another carton. They brought it home and Konan looked like she was going to burst a blood vessel.

"How? How did you do this? You got the wrong brand! I don't understand how you can do this so many times! It's milk!"

When they returned the next time . . . she wanted to see them suffer.

"This is the same flipping milk you brought the first time."

She rested her face in her hands and sighed. She looked up, grabbed both of them by the ear and dragged them back to the store.

"Owowowowow! Konan-san that really hurts!" Kisame yelled.

"Wanna know what'll hurt worse? The torture you'll have to go through if I have to suffer your guys' idiocy any longer!"

Pein nodded. He deserved this. He knew he did.

She stood in front of the milk aisle, swung open the door to the cooler and grabbed a carton of whole milk.

She shoved it into their faces, "This is the kind of milk you're going to buy next time! Got it? This kind!"

She then left them to pay and she walked home to cool off. They got back home and handed her the milk.

She smiled sweetly, "Great job guys. You did wonderful!"

The two of them looked at each other, thoroughly surprised. Just as they were about to answer she continued.

"Not. You're both grounded. No TV privileges for a week."

"Konan no please! Anything but that. Please!" Kisame pleaded, but stopped when she gave him the look.

Pein just nodded and hung his head shamefully.

She crossed her arms again, "What do you have to say for yourselves?"

"Sorry Konan-san." they said in unison.

"Alright then. Now go to your rooms until I call you for dinner."

The two men walked away sadly.

She poured herself a glass of milk and picked up a cookie. She bit into the soft, chewy, delicious chocolate chip cookie and washed it down with a glass of cold whole milk.

"Kisame, Konan, Pein?! Why was $36.56 spent on milk?!" Kakusu yelled furiously.

Hidan was snickering somewhere in another room.

The three of them were in for a long conversation.

HellCat180 : Hope you enjoyed it! I'll be posting another one soon, stay tuned!

Tobi : *Taps my shoulder*

HellCat180 : Oh, Tobi! Didn't see you there. Whats up?

Tobi : I wanted to ask Konan a question.

HellCat180 : Kay, here she is. Shoot!

Tobi : Konan-san? Why didn't you just go buy the milk yourself after the second time?

Konan : I wanted to see how truly incompetent those losers are.

Tobi : Oh okay. Now I have a question for the readers.

HellCat180 : *nods* Alright, alright. Public interaction always brings more attention. Go for it.

Tobi : Okay. Who is the #1 Senpai in the Naruto world?! Hehe . . .

Hidan : *shows up* If we're doing idiot questions, who lives in a pineapple under the sea?

HellCat180 : Hidan! Nobody invited you this time! Shoo! Sorry guys, anyway I hope you guys enjoyed!