By the time lunch came, Hidan was three minutes late on purpose. Sasori sat where Hidan would normally sit, so he looked around for the empty chair. WH-WHAT?
The empty chair was, of course, next to Deidara. He went red and sat on the chair, shoving it as far from Deidara as possible without touching Kisame. "This fucking sucks," he said under his breath, heaving a sigh as he looked at the origami menus that Konan had ever so conveniently folded into the cloud shapes on the uniform. He unfolded it. "Ribs."
"You look feverish," said Kakuzu from across the table. Hidan's blush deepened.
"Yeah, so? I don't fucking feel well. That doesn't mean I can't do the mission."
"If you did do the mission you would be a hinderance," answered his partner coldy. "I don't need you to be ill and ruining it."
"Tch." Hidan crossed his arms in response. Kakuzu was good at covering concern with excuses, but Hidan knew better than to believe Kakuzu's reasons were as said. "Don't worry about me. I can't die or shit like that."
"You can collapse, a-hem, and then I'd have to carry you."
"Whatever. I'd rather be out of the base anyway," answered Hidan with his hand against his forehead. He was, in fact, alright, apart from being scared.
The food was soon served. "Pass the salt, Hidan, un."
"No." Hidan glared down at the table. "Get it yourself."
"What's wrong, un?"
"What's FUCKING wrong?! You know what's wrong, bastard!" In a few seconds, the whole table was staring at Hidan. "Konan, can I see you in the kitchen for a second?"
"Right. We'll be back." Konan stood and lead Hidan to the kitchen, when he slammed the door shut.
"What the FUCK, Konan?! What the absolute fuck?!" yelled Hidan, grabbing the collar of the woman's cloak. "I thought you said you'd move me!"
"I did."
"NEXT TO Deidara?! That's a terrible idea! Move me somewhere else!"
"If I move you, I'll have to move Kakuzu and then I would have to move everyone about and confuse everyone." Konan sighed. "Hidan."
"What?!" he snapped.
"What problem do you have with Deidara?"
Hidan's eyes widened, his cheeks reddening. "...I don't have a problem with Deidara."
"Hidan." She closed her eyes. "Come see me after lunch in the office Pain gave me. We have to talk about this."
"There's nothing to talk about!"
"Hidan."
"Yes, Konan." Hidan walked back into the dining room. "I need a lie down," he declared, leaving the room without touching his food.