This story is so haunting me. Hm, I stopped typing this for a bit to work on another story and I think it wanted revenge. I was on the train to meet my friend and, my God, there was this lady next to me. So random, she began to do her makeup like the powder, the lipstick, mascara. Honestly, I think she was putting too much but anyway, hm
I don't own Naruto and I never will. I also don't own the scent/name 'Spanish Rose' because it belongs to Secret. Hm, I'm too lazy to think up a name so I looked at my deodorant.
Thanks to Lucy Sumeragui, AlexPwnsJoo, Kerii Sakka and RocknKitty!
Kerii Sakka- You'll see them get into trouble, alright. Lots of it. Haha. Aren't they adorable, hm?
Lucy Sumeragui- Yay. I'm starting to be able to type your name by memory. Yeah. You have to love them. Enjoy the chapter.
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Sounds of running water came from the kitchen as the men of the Akatsuki were scattered in the room. Each of them was trying to get off the makeup that had gotten onto their bodies. The only one who wasn't doing that was Pein, who just watched the others. He was still oblivious to the obvious black mascara streaks against his bright hair and was too stubborn to listen to anyone about it.
"Is the foundation bull crap coming off, Tobi?" he curiously asked as he got beside the mask –wearing boy. In front of Tobi was the sink that he had been trying to wash his hands with. The foundation was coming off slowly though it took a bit of rubbing. He took the question into thought as he pulled from his hands from the water and showed the other. Pein studied them and nodded, "It's coming off. You might have to use soap though." Obediently, he also nodded and turned his attention back to the sink. Within seconds, Tobi continued to put his hands under the water as he rubbed off the foundation.
As they talked, Itachi reached over the sink to get the dish soap as a desperate attempt to get the eye liner off of him. How the hell do you get pencil off your face? He wondered as he looked down to the bottle. Great, I'll go from having eye liner on my eyebrow to having my eyebrow smell like… Spanish Rose. The more he thought about it, the more his eye twitched but it was something he had to do. Sighing to himself, he poured a drop onto a fingertip and scrubbed it against his black-blue eyebrow.
"I still say you look like a dumb fuck." Kakuzu shared with the Jashinist as he watched him run a napkin down a closed eye to get off the mascara. It was helping though most of it stood in his eyelashes and it was very noticeable. Not bothering to talk back, Hidan simply stuck up his middle finger him as he looked down to the napkin as if seeing if it was working. "I was just telling you." The scarred man replied to the gesture and took a napkin of his own to get the eye-shadow off. The silver haired male frowned when he saw only a bit of the mascara had made its way onto the napkin, "And I'm just telling you that you're a God damned moron with that blue shit on you!" he said back. "Shut the hell up! I'm getting it off now!" Kakuzu grumbled back as brushed the napkin along his face like Hidan had done.
Not too far from them was Kisame who just laughed at the soft purple patch in his hand and wrist. Zetsu was with him, who just stared at the giggling man. "You okay?" He worriedly asked and saw his black eyes rise to his golden ones. He just nodded, "Yeah. I'm good. It's just funny to see part of me is purple, even if it is from that make… makeup." Kisame just continued to giggle as Zetsu joined since he had to agree. "I don't see why I have to take this off. It is nice being… normal for once." Zetsu explained with a glance to his foundation stained hand. Seeing an opening for a joke, Kisame leaned towards the stained hand as he pointed to it. "Oh? Don't tell me you're going to start buying and using makeup." He joked as the other just laughed with a hand of his other hand.
Shit. How the hell do I get this off, un? A worried thought past through Deidara's mind. He stood alone with a blue eye casted down to one of the counters; expressions of thought and worry were present. Slowly, he wiped his wrist against his mouth and saw a smear of lipstick. Feeling confident that it had gotten off his face, he frowned when he noticed he know had to deal with it on his arm. "Shit, un." He cursed in a whisper.
Sasori stood in his own world as he thought about the mascara on his eyelashes. From what the others had told him, they looked the same with or without so it seemed like it wouldn't matter though to him, it mattered greatly. Lazily, he took the sleeve of his oversized house shirt and roughly patted it against them. He stopped after a moment to see what good it had done and smiled slightly when he saw black stains against the grey fabric. "It's coming off, good." The redhead said to himself as he continued the motion.
"Pein, I don't think any of this shit is working!" Hidan complained a ball up napkin in a fist. Taking a look around, he saw that the other was right and nodded. "Alright." Pein agreed, "There's probably something in the bathroom. Maybe… uh, rubbing alcohol will get it off." The man simply shrugged after that. "I'm pretty sure there's some in the bathroom. When Hidan was doing a ritual, I saw Konan use it on him." He said and saw the masochist grin to not only getting a ritual done for his beloved Jashin but also to feel the burn of alcohol on his wounds. It all made the pierced male want to leave even sooner to be away from Hidan so he quickly turned and left the room to get the bottle of rubbing alcohol.
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By now, each had a tissue that was wet with alcohol though Pein was the only one without one. Instead, he held the open bottle of it as he watched the others. "Uh… what are we supposed to do with these exactly?" Sasori asked as he slowly raised his tissue. Pein just twisted the top onto the bottle as he explain, "Use it to get the makeup off. I mean… its rubbing alcohol, right? So just rub some of it on the makeup to get it off." Though none of them used the liquid before since it was Konan who attended to the sick and wounded Akatsuki, but the pierced man's words did make sense.
"It hurts my eyes." Itachi complained in a whisper as he squinted his eyes, the alcohol soaked tissue not too far from them. To this, Hidan shook his head, "Everything hurts your eyes, asshole." He complained back and got hit with a glare from him. "Oh, like looking at your face does?" the Uchiha said back and just ignored the line of curses from Hidan as he worked off the eyeliner. Cutting into the yells from the Jashinist, Tobi lifted his hands for the group to see. "Look, it works!" Tobi shared with put up two quick thumbs up from his now clean hands. As he did this, Kisame pushed his tissue around his hand and arm in circles above the purple sections. His eyes slowly widened when he saw that Tobi was right and that the rubbing alcohol really was removing the makeup.
Zetsu saw it all happen as he frowned down to his foundation splattered hand. "But I like being normal." He whispered but then looked up when someone called to him. Glancing around, he saw Tobi beside him though he wasn't sure how he even got there. "Tobi thinks that you're already normal. Who else can love plants so much?" he said with a childish loudness. He didn't speak back but was a tad shocked of what Tobi had said to him. It was like the words were strangely bold and foreign to come from him. Everyone has their moments. Zetsu mentally decided until he finally nodded and agreement with the masked male. "You're right." He said as he began to rub off the foundation, the original color of his hand coming through.
Is Pein serious? Rubbing alcohol smells and Itachi's right, un, the smell does hurt my eye. The blonde Akatsuki mentally complained. He had tried multiple times to get the makeup off of him though he never could. Now, the alcohol soaked tissue was balled in his hand, the hand-mouth gagging from it. Dammit! Why couldn't it have gotten on you, un? He wondered as he watched the small mouth. Taking a deep breath, Deidara quickly mopping the lipstick roughly with the tissue until it seemed to be gone. "Finally!" he whispered, looking down to the lipstick stained tissue and threw it into the trash.
Just when everything seemed fine, Hidan sighed. "This shit is never coming off." He whined and looked to Sasori. "Hey, Sasori, how'd you get the mascara off of you?" Hidan asked with a curious hint to his words. The short redhead just shrugged and showed him the crumbled napkin that was in his small hand. It did have pieces of black that one could tell it was from the mascara though it seemed like very little compared to what Deidara had forced on him. "I just wiped it off." He calmly explained as he saw the silver haired male get closer to examine the tissue. Eventually, Hidan's eyes rose to Sasori's, "Is this all of it?" he asked. There was a moment of silence as if he didn't want to answer until he slowly shook his head. "No… actually, I don't know… and I'm scared because of it." The seemingly young Akatsuki replied with a hang of the head. The Jashinist nodded back, understanding what he meant. Since his eyelashes looked the same with or without it, Sasori was left with nothing to compare his mascara stained eyelashes to so he knew it was off, unlike Hidan.
"Tobi knows how to get it off!" Tobi quickly cheered and began to look through the cabinets. "Tobi heard Konan talking to someone on the phone about vinegar. She said it gets stains out of something." He explained with his back to the others until he cheered and twirled around with a bottle of it in his hand. Kisame looked unsure of the masked man's plans and noticed he wasn't the only one. "Uh… Tobi?" he asked, "Are you sure she didn't mean stains for something else and not for someone's face. I mean, for God's sake, is that even safe?" The other just shrugged and gently shook the bottle from side to side, "But Konan said it gets out stains. What else could she have meant?"
It was like Tobi could ask Konan herself the question since sounds of someone entered rushed into the kitchen. "Crap, Konan's back!" Kakuzu gasped as he heard the door close and lock. Quickly, Pein grabbed the bottle from Tobi and put it back into the cabinet, ignoring his childish whines. As soon as the wooden door to the cabinet was closed, beats of heels started for the kitchen. "Guys?" a feminine voice asked through the sounds of walking heels.
"Hey, how was your day?" Konan asked once she got to the doorway of the kitchen, all nervous eyes on her. Quickly, she picked up on the nervous feeling in the room and frowned. "What's wrong? Did you guys do anything?" she asked, her voice getting dangerously low. Pein instantly shook his head with his hands out to the blue-haired woman, "Of course not. We were… just in the middle of cleaning the kitchen." He then began to collect the tissues of alcohol and makeup to throw away. Must get rid of the evidence! His mind panicked as he turned away from the trash after throwing the tissues away. "You all cleaned the kitchen? Wow." Konan couldn't help but smile as she twirled to look all around the room until she saw the others. For some reason, they looked slightly strange to her but when didn't they? The next part of it was when she saw Pein's hair, the bright color showing off thin streaks of black. "Nice fashion statement." Konan joked as she pointed a painted nailed finger to him. The pierced man said nothing but blinked with confusion. It earned a laugh from her and she left to go to her room, the sound of her heels carrying her all the way there.
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The moment a lot of you have been waiting for. Konan is back. Next chapter is the last one but I promise I'll do my best to make it good, hm. Hugs to all.