A/N-Is this one a lil late? Ah well I'm bored anyways, so I'm just going to shutup and start typing...Ah Kabuto and them are in this chappie
I Dont own anything mentioned in this story.
-Chapter 11- Masters of Disguise
Kisame was came back up to the door with a bag of non- name-brand of potato chips.As Deidara and Kakuzu were still sitting in front of the door. Deidara nodded knowingly towards him. Signifying he knew he was there.
"Still at it?" Kisame asked, curiously.
"Yep, yeah." Deidara replied in an irritated tone. "It's still funny but I still need the mop and broom."
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Hidan rubbed his head in agony. "What the fuck was that for?! You backed into it on your damn own!" She said nothing. For her look explained all. Pure, pure frenzy, with a little bit of urge to rip Hidan's head off through his ass.
"YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE FUCKING SHOVED ME ANYWAYS YOU SHITHEAD ASS!"
"Bitch."
"THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD IT!" Tayuya walked over to a closet and pulled out what appeared to be masking tape. Hidan and the others stared blankly. Deidara scratched his head. And what is she going to do with that? In a swift motion she ran across the room, she laid down the masking tape in a line.
"What the fuck, un?" Deidara stared
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"I'm not doing it Kabuto." Sasuke argued upon seeing the "thing" Kabuto was handing him. Kabuto gave him a glare. He rubbed at his eyes. Those contacts he bought on ebay were pure murder. Everything looked a bit red in tint, as well. He passed it towards Sasuke again.
"We have to make sacrifices, Sasuke, this was the only one left in Orochimaru's secret wall stash that will fit you." He replied clearly. Pushing it towards him until Sasuke eventually took it from him. "Good boy."
"I hate you Kabuto.." Sasuke growled angrily, retreating to a place no one could see him. Sakon tapped Kabuto on the shoulder.
"We have to do something about Kidoumaru..." He muttered. "He won't stop bitching about it."
Kabuto turned over fully behind him, seeing the precise thing Sakon was warning him about. Kidoumaru was running around in a circle almost deliriously. Screaming: "IT HURTS IT HURTS!" Like some sort of madman. Geez, maybe it stung a little but that's no reason to constantly scream and have a mental breakdown over. Kabuto shook his head.
"Kidoumaru..CALM DOWN!" He growled. He approached Kidou and smacked him across the face. Kidoumaru gave him a mad look from that.
"But it hurts!" He retorted, "It's still bleeding...I'm going to bleed to death!"
"No...you aren't."
"Use your jutsu to help me, Kabuto!"
"No...I'm not."
"But.."
"No BUT'S, KIDOUMARU!"
Kidoumaru looked away from him, sulking. "Yes sir." Kabuto didn't get why he was being such a bitch about it at all. After all, how was he supposed to pass as someone else if he still had those extra arms. They cut them off pretty fast. The pain should of ended earlier.
"Then it's settled then.." Kabuto grinned. "I'll go get mine ready too." He started off towards one of the bathrooms. He took a small glance back. "BE RIGHT BACK!"
The rest of the room paused. The way he said that was creepy. Creepier than Jirobo after a fifty-day starvation diet. Sakon glanced over the thing he was supposed to wear. He grimaced. It was...pink...and frilly..just why the hell did Orochimaru even have this? Did Kabuto really expect him to wear this abomination. He let his eyes move to the head coming out of his back. Ukon was not going to like this. Yet..then again. Ukon never had to know. Never...had..to...know. The evil thoughts filled his mind. He took a walk to the kitchen, scrummaging through the leftovers in the cabinet until he found it. The almighty can of Filberts. Ukon was highly allergic to them. Orochimaru kept them around to keep him under control during full moons. Just one of these babies would have him out for three hours. He shoveled about fifteen out into his hands. He reached to his back, poking the sleeping Ukon's head. He jumped awake. Making Sakon jump as well. They did share the same body. However Sakon sometimes forgot that.
"Hey, bro!"
"Whaaaat?" Ukon moaned wearily. "Have a snack!" He tried to pass them over. However quickly remembered Ukon also did not have his own arms. He instead shoved them into his mouth. Ukon flipping out. He swallowed.
"What the hell was..."
Ukon said no more. That was fast...hope I didn't overdose it.
He cheered in victory. Then scratched his arm. Then grinned, and then, once again scratched his arm. He paused. Coming to a horrible realization. If he and Ukon shared the same body. They were allergic to the same things. Then how come he could never recall passing out from them. He scratched uncontrollably. Then looked down at his arm.
Because he simply had a different type of reaction.
He beheld his skin, now covered with grossly discolored boil-like markings on his skin.
In the other room. The scream of a little girl was heard. That little girl not only not in fact a girl...he was also an eighteen years old criminal. Unlikely, no? He ran into the room, Jirobo, dressed as something that resembled a biker stared madly. The thing before him was hideous. A true monster of hell. He sheilded his eyes. He didn't want to look upon it. Sasuke walked out from the shadows. Which seemed to be his only friend. The people in the room were briefly distracted from the hideousness of Sakon, by the ever girl-ish looking Sasuke Uchiha.
Even Sakon excused himself. He paused. Then chuckle in amusement.
"Sa...Sasuke? Oh my god.." He held his breath for a moment. Trying to prevent himself from roaring in laughter. Failing horribly. "I knew you were a pansy, but this takes the friking cake!"
"SHUTUP...Sakon? What the hell happened to you?"
"I could ask the same thing, Sara!"
Sasuke gave up his question. Uchiha Sasuke had been through a lot in his life. His family was merciliously slaughtered by his elder brother. He had to support himself in his own apartment. He had to deal with life-threatening missions, and of course he had that horrible day which he had to deal with that non-name brand mattress. But never. Never had anyone dared to call him a girls' name. Was the outfit not enough?! Was the world not going to be satisfied till they had stolen all his pride and honor?!
"Sakon...shut-up." Sasuke snarled angrily.
"I'm sorry, but geez!" He couldn't stop. Like one of those pre-schooler TV shows. So grotesque but you can not dare look away. After all, how many chances did you have to see Sasuke in a pink Unicorn and rainbow belly button shirt? Topped off with a blue jean skirt and rainbow hair clips? (BESIDES Deviantart!) He would kill for a camera. It would be all over the internet but unfortunatley, he did not own one. Stupid movers.
Kidoumaru rose his hand randomly. "Anyone got a band-aid?"
"Shut-up, Kidou, you'll be fine."
Kidoumaru was still quite unsure of that. He never heard of the idea that when one cuts off another's arms it heals back up immedeatly. Frankly, from his present experience. His vision was getting a tad blurry now.
Kidou, you can do this, just..stand up and act like they're still there.
C'mon..
You can do it...
"BE QUIET VOICE IN MY HEAD!" He shouted crazily. Everyone ignoring him. Kabuto wandered in. They glared. He had made them wear these ridiculous things and this is what Kabuto did. He dyed his hair brown. BROWN! He put in some contacts, which completely gave the whole thing away. He looked around the room.
"Ugh, Sakon, eating the Filberts, again?"
Sakon gave him no reply. He looked the other way.
His eyes turned to Sasuke. Then burst into laughter. "Oh my god, it looks weirder than I thought!"
Sasuke groaned. "I really...really..hate you Kabuto."
"Yeah, I know."
Sasuke examined him a little closer. "Are those Sharingan contacts?"
A/N- This chapter was cut off..it was supposed to return to Akatsuki but I took too long to do this chapter and My dad doesn't like me writing this one, so time is of the essence. I guess you could treat it like...a short?
