Hello, out there! Yes, I know, IT'S A SPEEDY UPDATE!!! XD Me wuvs it. But, this chappy is short, so….yeah, you get it. But, it's important, so READ!!
And I can't tell you how happy I am that you peoples like this fic. Especially since I thought up chapters 4-12 at 11:30 at night when I couldn't sleep. Oh well, just enjoy.
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The next few days at school went smoothly. Itachi was unfazed (as usual), and Kisame didn't look at his friend any differently. Frankly, he couldn't care less if Itachi was straight, bisexual, gay, or even asexual.
And, both boys kept each other's secrets, no questions asked. Not that anyone asked them, of course.
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Once again, Kisame got an email from an address that he didn't recognize. And, once again, it had his name in the subject line. Opening it, he noticed the bold, red text. Sasori's signature font. Another birthday plan? he wondered, reading.
Yo, Kisame.
'Sori here. Sorry about the weird address, the other email I have is being stupid and having technical difficulties…XP
Anyways, Die said that he and I will be congregating at the park this Thursday with you and Tach. He said something about forming a gang-thing. Don't ask, I honestly have no idea what that psycho has up his sleeve this time.
Well, just tell Itachi and be there. After school, obviously. Btw, you have no choice in this.
Kisame's eyelids lowered. Something about Sasori's wording REALLY pissed him off…oh well. Thursday, after school, the park. Easy enough to remember. He forwarded the message, making a mental note…
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"And so, Hidan handed me a dissecting tool, and told me to start cutting up the phycus, even though I tried to tell him that you can't dissect phycuses, but he didn't listen, and-" Deidara's voice rang out, as Kisame approached him at the park on Thursday. Sasori and Itachi had already arrived.
"Hey," he said, waving to the group. "Why was Dei talking about cutting up phycuses? Aren't those fake plants or something?"
The blond laughed. "Oh, I was just telling Danna and Tach about the weird dream I had the other night. See, I was-"
"Stop. I don't want to know."
Deidara grunted. "Fine," he said, sticking his tongue out at Kisame.
Sasori rolled his eyes. "Dei, you said something about forming a gang-thing. That's why you called us here, right?" he asked, trying to get the blond on task.
"Oh, yeah. I remember now," Deidara replied. "And it's not so much a 'gang' as it is a 'group.' See, if we were all part of a group-thing-whatever, we would have a reason to get together on a basis instead of the sporadic schedule we have now. Genius, yeah?"
"What would be the point of said group?" Itachi asked in a monotone.
The blond shrugged. "I 'unno, to have fun and hang out, I guess."
"Well, okay, but where would we meet?" Kisame inquired.
"Danna's house on Friday nights," Deidara replied matter-of-factly.
Sasori grunted. "And when did I agree on this?"
"You didn't, but you have no say in the matter," the blond retorted. "Your house has the biggest meeting place, referring to you basement."
The redhead sighed. "Fine."
"Good." Dei smiled. "And now that that's taken care of, we have a bigger matter to attend to."
"Which is…?"
"The fact that we all have to paint our nails the same color. I vote for Tach's purple."
Kisame gave the blond a what-the-hell look. "Why does it matter so much that we all paint our nails the same color? And why purple?"
Deidara looked at Kisame from under his eyelids (you know, when he gets smug and tilts his head back and looks down at you). "Because…because it's all part of being in a group. And organization, if you will. And purple, because no one wants Sasori's red, my black looks depressing on most people, and your teal clashes with Sasori's entire image, my wardrobe and Itachi's hair. It looks great on you, though."
The blue-haired kid stared in disbelief. Okay, it seemed as if Itachi wasn't the only queer one around here. "Er……okay…"
The blond clapped his hands together. "Then it's settled! Purple it is!"
"We never agreed on that!"the other three shouted in unison.
"Ah, but you did, my friends, when you did not protest against it!"
"Kisame did protest," Itachi corrected.
Deidara's face bore an expression of irritation. "No, Itachi, he just asked why. He never suggested a different color. Therefore, it does not count as protesting," he retorted.
"Why. Does. This. Matter?!" Kisame yelled out, in an attempt to break up an impending fight. "Look, so we paint our nails purple! No big deal! Itachi, your nails are already purple! And Deidara, the purple goes with that black-gothness taste of yours! So it doesn't matter!"
"That's. Not. The point," Itachi replied. "The point is, Dei didn't recognize your protest, so I was pointing it out to him."
The blue-haired kid slapped his forehead. "Itachi, some battles aren't worth fighting. This is one of those battles." He turned to Sasori. "You got a say in this?" he asked the redhead.
Sasori shook his head. "Nope," he replied. "I just like watching those two argue. It's a losing battle on both sides, and they're both too dense to see it. It's hilarious."
"We are NOT dense!" the two boys with long hair hissed at the same time.
"Oh, really? Then why are you arguing about nail polish? That seems pretty dense to me," the redhead said in a smartass tone.
"We aren't arguing anymore," Deidara retorted.
"Yeah, but you're about to start again once I stop talking!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
Itachi leaned in towards Kisame. "Those two have fallen for each other," he whispered.
"Yeah," the other boy agreed, nodding. "They fight just like a married couple."
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Soon after the two
guys' repetitive argument, the group departed, but not before
Deidara could give them all assignments of what to being to the
meeting that next Friday.
"Itachi, you bring all the purple
nail polish you have. Kisame, you bring a video camera. Danna, you
make sure the DVD player in your basement is working, and I'll
being the movie. Yeah?"
"One question," Itachi cut in. "What's the group going to be called?"
The blond shrugged. "I 'unno. I thought that you guys would want to decide that par-"
"Akatsuki," Sasori stated.
"What?"
"Akatsuki. That's what the group is going to be called. The Japanese word for 'dawn.' Gentle meaning, masculine pronunciation. It's prefect," the redhead finished.
Itachi closed his eyes. "I like that," he practically purred.
"Nice ring to it, I guess…" Kisame agreed.
"So, I guess, from now on," Deidara said enthusiastically, "we're Akatsuki!"
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Ugh, what is it with me and all this dialogue? For some reason, it bothers me…
Oh well, is it just me, or does Dei remind you of Ayame Sohma from Fruits Basket? Yuki's big brother? Maybe it's just me…
Reviews help Itachi and Deidara argue less.