Author's notes: M'kay. After two months of neglection, here it is. raeped me, so I was held captive there by beautiful stories, which inspired me to continue this. So I say: -spoilersplz- "Screw you plot line! I don't care what Tobi looks like under his mask, how many Peins there are, how his name is spelt, or if Tobi is Tobi!" -end spoilers nao-
Warnings: Moar swearing, Mary Sue-ish characters, and yaoi.
Edit plz: Right. I notice, after how many months?, that I spelt Paul Oakenfold's name as Oakenfield. Right. Wow. So I hid my face for about 2 weeks in embarrassment, because I'm awesome like that. Fictionpress is taking over my life, and will this continue? Who knows. Sorry guys.
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"Okay, so the rules of the game are simple. Since you're a small group, we'll only have two teams; Red versus Blue. Now you're going to take this," the employee paused, grabbing a piece of equipment from the rack next to the members of the Akatsuki. She held it out for them to see, as if they were a bunch of elementary kids. Deidara couldn't help but think of her as a dumb bitch already. She had a ditzy look on her face when she first arrived.
She started again, slipping the equipment over herself, and suddenly the pile of black material looked like a vest. "You'll slide it on like this, and buckle these two things here. Got it?"
Deidara snorted loudly. "Yeah, that's real specific. I can only imagine how you'd explain it to a-" Sasori kicked the blonde in the shin, earning a ferocious snarl from the clay artist.
The staff member let out an exasperated sigh, and threw her hands up in defeat. "Whatever. You go ahead and figure out how to put on the LazerZone equipment, since you're all big boys… or in some cases, big girls." She smirked victoriously as she received a nasty look from the blonde; score one for the ice arena staff! She unceremoniously retreated to the desk, back to her laptop, leaving the group in peace.
The clay artist opened his mouth to start something, but Itachi spoke first.
"Just drop it, Dei. Just drop it."
The blonde let his bottom lip jut out in what he thought was a cute manner, but went it unnoticed.
Itachi stared at the rest of the group, excluding Deidara (who now made himself a spot on Itachi's 'ignore list'). His dark eyes settled on first Kisame, then Sasori, Hidan, and Tobi. His gaze flickered back so he could see each and every one of them, yet not looking at anyone in particular, before he beckoned towards the wall bearing the vests and plastic guns. "Shall we?"
With this, Itachi was trampled by three particular idiots in a race to be on the blue team.
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"Ahem."
No response.
Deidara cleared his throat louder, hoping to gain the employee's attention. But noooo, the girl completely lost in her own world. Her senses were numbed by a bright screen and obnoxious music.
"Excuse me, un?" A silence followed and this only proved to shorten Deidara' patience...which was considerably amazing that he still had some left after Sasori forced him to ask Tobi to join them. He knocked on the glass that separated him from the girl, and half yelled out, "Hello?!"
This gained the girl's attention, and she looked up through half-lidded eyes that the blonde hadn't noticed before. Deidara's stomach did some Olympic acrobatic stunt and he stepped back, a bit off balance. She… looked strikingly familiar…!
Those were the same kind of eyes that a certain redhead had.
"Ya?" The girl barked, taking out her earphones and directing her attention to Deidara. She took the opportunity to place the curly ginger locks from her face and set them behind her triple pierced ear. Excluding the longer hair, freckles, female parts, and stud earrings, this girl was the spitting image of the puppeteer! Said employee sneered at Deidara, and the clay artist reminded himself that Sasori was much more handsome than this lady could ever be compared. "You wanted something?" Yup, even the impatient attitude summed up Sasori when he was in a ticked-off mood.
"We're ready to go, un."
"Finally."
And like that, the fact of how much Deidara liked, liked Sasori, hit him like a metal ball covered in string. The blonde followed the staff without a word, mulling over the thought with consideration.
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Sasori groaned. No way in hell was he partnered up with Hidan and Tobi for this stupid game. No way in bloody fucking hell.
Deidara had ditched him for some unknown reason, and the redhead had come to a conclusion that the pyromaniac would pay for it later.
The employee gave the few Akatsuki members a pitiful look, and then motioned for the two teams to separate. "Okay; I'm going to turn the lights off, so you sorry group of bored teenagers can go and hide." The group glared at her and then nodded, before splitting with their teams and running through the labyrinth-like room.
The Red team, which consisted of Sasori, Hidan, and the loveable Tobi, had crouched down behind a structure that resembled a bridge (minus the gap beneath it). The group were switching their plastic guns on and adjusting their vests in a last minute preparation. Tobi had finished and slumped against the back of the bridge, pouting. The boy usually lost the mask in public places.
"I still want to be on Deidara-senpai's team," Tobi whined, earning a universal gesture from Hidan.
"Shut the motherfucking hell up, idiot," the Jashinist snarled, whacking the boy successfully enough as to earn a disgruntled noise from him. Sasori rolled his eyes at the two, getting impatient with the LazerTag game already. He never did like to wait for things.
Tobi covered his head. "That hurt, Hidan-senpai! Why'd you-"
All of a sudden the lights dimmed, and Hidan slapped his hand over Tobi's mouth. The rest of his words were muffled, thank god, and there was a slight possibility that no one would spot them out already. The panther spots on the walls started fluorescing, giving off lime green light to make out the corridors in the room. Music was playing from unknown whereabouts of the speakers; Sasori recognized the song as 'Starry Eyed Surprise'. First off, Sasori knew that song inside out and backwards; secondly, thank you, Diet Coke commercial!
The Red team nodded in unanimity, and the three split up in search of blue members.
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"Team plan; destroy any Red members on the battlefield!" Kisame pumped his fist in the air, grinning toothily. His blue skin glinted as the walls radiated light; for some reason or another, it still freaked Deidara out to no end. But, hey – after all, Deidara shouldn't be the one to say such a thing. The mystery surrounding his palms could've meant anything, and he swore that the supposed 'burn line' was moist at times.
A vaguely familiar song from a commercial began to play as the Blue team wandered off. Itachi and Kisame stalked off together, while Deidara was left by himself.
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"I've spotted someone, Itachi!" rung Kisame's voice, clear enough for anyone in the labyrinth of a room to hear. He had his fake laser gun pointed at the red target on a person's vest and aimed. The figure spun around at the exact moment and shot at the taller man.
There was a moment of silence between the two opposing members before a mechanical whir came from one of the vests, along with a 'Red member shot! Red member shot! Wait a minute before effective again.' Kisame's victim cursed and fled into the nearest corridor.
The blue-skinned man beamed at the raven-haired Uchiha that had been standing behind him. "See that, Tachi?"
"Hn," Itachi glanced around, before immediately spinning on his heel and firing at as Tobi jumped from his hiding place. The same 'Red member shot! Red member shot! Wait a minute before effective again' erupted from Tobi's vest.
"Aww, that's no fair, Itachi-senpai!" Tobi called, before fleeing back into the shadows.
"Hot damn, we kick ass, Tachi!"
A slight, you-had-to-squint-see-it smile crept upon the Uchiha's lips, before he replied, "We do indeed, Kisame."
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Sasori had retreated after being shot by Kisame, cursing. How could his aim have been off? He made a mental note to work on said aim when the Akatsuki gang trained again; maybe he could see Tobi's mask for dart practice.
The redhead tipped his head back, resting it against the wall, waiting to become effectual again. As soon as he did that, a glare of brightness met his eyes. The puppeteer shielded his eyes and vaguely made out the source from where the beam of light came from; a circular white light that was plastered to the ceiling. Visible pieces of dandruff-resembling stuff swirled in circles, landing on Sasori's shoulders. He brushed them off, wrinkling his nose in a disdainful manner. With a sigh, the puppeteer slid down the wall and hugged his knees.
A minute after, there was a beeping noise from his vest that signaled his effectiveness again, and with that, Sasori began to stand up and plan his next move and target- mainly Kisame, because payback was such a sweet, sweet thing.
Something shifted in the corner of Sasori's eye, and he turned to face his new opponent. And before the redhead had time to reload his plastic weapon, the figure had dodged his attack and pinned him against the wall.
Sasori felt an overwhelming rush of dizziness fill his head as the figure gently pressed their lips to his, and swore he saw only a single sapphire eye reflect the light from above them, along with elongated blonde locks brushing against his cheek.
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A/N: Ack. Once again, many apologies for my sucky updating. I'm writing my own fiction story and gonna post it on one day. Lulz.
Firstly, the song 'Starry Eyed Surprise' is owned by Paul Oakenfold. God bless his soul.
Thanks to everyone who's snet lovely replies! They were much appreciated! -hugs you guys-
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