It was late wednesday night; the warm apricot coloured sun was sitting on the horizon casting a comforting orange glow across the sparkling lake that was but 2 miles from the Akatsuki base, deep in the mountains outside of Iwagakure. Six rogue ninjas, plus two missing nin, all dressed in identical black and red, floor-length trench cloaks, with dark nails were sat in a circle on the soft thick carpet of the Akatsuki base living room. Hidan and Kakuzu were back from their mission and all eight of the Akatsuki members were silent; the only sound that could be heard was the slight rustling of paper as Kakuzu counted his money. The rustling ended abruptly and he sighed. Everyone swung their heads round to look at the masked man, he answered by simply staring at the door and said, "3… 2… And… 1."
The door swung open and a panting Hidan stood in the solid steel frame. He was covered in his own blood; there were 3 gaping holes in his muscled chest, which was bare. He didn't have his cloak or netted vest on and only had a pair of baggy black pants hanging dangerously low at his waist. His silver locks were messy and not in their usual neat combed back style. He scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Sorry for being so late." He smiled cheesily, "The ritual I was doing to Lord Jashin took longer than I expected. It didn't help that my room is the furthest away though."
He laughed slightly and sat down next to Kakuzu. Everyone was staring at Hidan like he had two heads; this irritated him to no end. "WHAT?" He screamed at the group.
They all shuffled nervously until Deidara spoke up,

"You just said at least four sentences without swearing and you apologised, un."
He gave Deidara a blank look.

"Yeah, well whatever. Fuck you and all that shit, mkay. Now when are we starting this fucking thing?"
The whole group was staring at the three deep, oozing wounds on the left hand side of Hidan's toned abdomen. Without saying another word, Hidan waltzed his way towards the kitchen, picked up some tissues, and took his place in between Kakuzu and Konan. Pein had naturally seated himself at the head of the group. He raised his head, and began to speak, addressing the group.
"Before we begin," he said, "let's set a few ground rules. No kissing dares, no, ahem, touching dares, and no 7 minutes in Heaven dares, Everyone clear?"
the rest of the group just nodded, not wanting to argue, with fear they would end up with one of those dares themselves. Pein reached behind his head and picked up his luke-warm bottle of Sake, downed the last inch and a half, then placed it horizontally in the centre of the circle whilst wiping his lips on his sleeve.

"I'm the leader, so I go first," he said. With one sharp flick of his wrist, the glass bottle was manically spinning clockwise; it didn't start slowing down for a good 2 minutes. The last of the kinetic energy was seeping out of the shiny bottle, it was getting slower and painfully slower, teasing each ninja as it passed their seat with grace. It eventually stopped. The long slender neck was pointing directly at Itachi. "YESSSS!" Pein hissed. "Whatever I dare you to do, you have to do it!" he cried gleefully whilst grinning from ear to ear. Itachi moaned a little and just said,

"fine."
Pein was staring at Itachi thoughtfully, thinking of a truly daring dare.

"Aha! I've got it! I dare you to dye your hair."
There was a brief silence until everyone simultaneously burst out laughing.

"Pshht, is that all you got? Bring it on. What colour were you thinking?"
Itachi giggled mockingly. Pein stared at him with a blank emotionless face.

"White," he said. Everyone stopped laughing and the room went silent.

"Oh," Itachi said, slightly blushing. "A bold change, but still, it will grow back normal, right?" he questioned warily. Hidan decided to take advantage of Itachi's lack of knowledge and cruelly replied,
"Who knows, maybe it will grow back white, or maybe it will all fall out. You won't know until it's too fucking late..."
Itachi gulped, his voice was shakey but he tried his best not to sound too scared,

"Bring it on." he bravely demanded.
Pein stood up and the rest of the group followed, nobody was speaking, the silence was deafening. Itachi was making his way towards the bathroom at the end of the corridor; he turned to Pein and said in a slightly shakey voice, "umm, what are we dying it with, I mean, it's not going to be easy turning my hair white…"
Pein gave him a cheeky glare, giggled and nodded towards Hidan who was standing next to him.

"Sadly," he began whilst smirking, "our dear accomplice is not a natural grey, although his ash blonde is only a few shades darker... I dont really see the point in dying your hair, your natural colour is so much better, hahaha. Just leave the dye on longer and it should turn it lighter... right?"
A loud grumble came from the silent Jashinist when he said,

"Hey Pein?" Pein turned his head towards Hidan just as he said, "Fuck you."
Pein smirked once again and completely ignored the cursing spilling from Hidan's lips. When Pein reached the bathroom, he opened the cabinet and tossed a small-ish card board box that read, 'lightens up to 5 shades lighter in only 30 minutes!"at Itachi.

"There you go, it says 30 minutes so leave it on for an hour, it's bound to work."

Itachi's face went blank and everything became real.

"you're really gonna mak me do this, aren't you?"
he said, a slight hint of worry creeping into his speech.
"Why, of course," Pein smirked, "You're going to need assistance though..."
"Tobi!" Itachi bellowed.
The orange masked ninja made his way through the crowd and to itachi's side. "Yes Itachi-san?" He questioned adorably.
"You're the only person here that I can trust to try your best on my hair and not made a deliberate mess of it. Would you help me dye my hair?"
A little sparkle hit Tobi's eye as he said, "But ofcourse Itachi-san ! Tobi would LOVE to help you !"
and with that, the other 7 ninjas made there way back to the living room. The minutes ticked by slowly and everyone was getting bored waiting to see the outcome of Itachi's new do.