Hate that I Love You
AngolMoaChan
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4. Frustration
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"The ultimate choice of man, without transcending oneself, is to create or destroy, to hate or to love."
-Erick Fromme
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Deidara was at his wits end.
He wanted to strangle that stupid brat, hit his head against the wall a few times, blow him up, then wait until he was reincarnated and blow him up again.
Damn him.
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It had all started that morning when Deidara found out his Akatsuki cloak was missing. That was no big deal to him, he could just go without it for the day. Then he went into his closet: his typical fishnet shirt was missing, and hanging in his closet was nothing but the half-shirt he wore over his fishnets and…that was it.
Deidara let out a strangled cry of anger and stomped into the hallway, still only clad in his black boxers. Angrily, he slammed open Hidan's door and growled, "What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Do. With. My. Clothes, un?!"
"What?" Hidan looked up angrily, "The hell are you talking about! I haven't done shit! I've been praying to Jashin all day you heathen! Get the fuck out so I can finish my sacrifice!"
Deidara slammed his door back shut and continued his tirade towards the kitchen. Hidan would generally be the one playing the pranks in the Akatsuki unless it was him...or Tobi.
Tobi.
That little ass.
Turning abruptly on his heel, the artists stomped back to his room and yelled, "DUMBASS! YOU ARE SO DEAD, UN! I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH—you aren't here"
Suddenly, Deidara heard footsteps from behind him. Angrily, he turned around to meet with Tobi's bright orange mask. The blonde started to growl something, his eyebrow twitching with anger, when Tobi shoved out a big blue laundry hamper into his hands, "Here sempai!"
Opening the hamper's lid, he was surprised to see his clothes, all neatly folded and cleaned of any clay, dirt, or blood that had covered them since their last mission, "The hell…?"
Tobi tilted his head—Deidara knew the brat was grinning underneath that orange façade, "I washed your clothes for you sempai!"
The artist stared at the clean clothes for a moment, surprised by the odd gesture. Dammit.
It was moments like these that made him fall hopelessly in love with that irritating little brat, the way he would push Deidara to the very edge of his frayed nerves and then bring him back with a simple, sweet, childlike gesture. "…Stupid, you didn't have to do that, un"
"Course I did! Especially since I was doing my laundry too!"
Deidara's eyes immediately grew to the size of saucer plates. He leaned downwards and dug through the basket to find his white fishnet shirt…dyed pink, presumably by Tobi's brightly colored red pajama bottoms that were sitting at the bottom.
His eyebrow twitched. "Tobi."
"Yes sempai?"
"You have three seconds to run, un."
"What?"
"One….two…"
"AHHHH! SEMPAI IS GOING TO KILL ME!" Tobi turned tail and ran down the hallway, Deidara chasing after him and screaming obscenities at his back.
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8D Oh Dei, you know Tobi did that on purpose.