The Unfortunate Misadventures of a Willing Hostage.
Chapter 2
Author's Note: Let us take a moment to ponder on the gloriously, silky, soft, feminine, carnival crimson hair of one Lieutenant Renji Abarai. When the wind blows, it goes woesh… oh wait, wrong fandom.
Deidara: No one's hair is as glorious as mine ;D
Nekogigi: Go swallow C4 and die you ignorant blonde woman.
Deidara: I am NOT ignorant!
Nekogigi: So you admit to being a woman, I knew it!
Deidara: That's not what I…Aw fuck!
Journal Entry :02. Oct 13
Dear Diary,
To my utmost amusement, I have received word that Itachi was given orders to keep a diary of his own. Oh omnipotent master Pein, how I love thee. The damn blind bastard can't even tell the difference between a pot and a kettle.
And in other news, Kisame flooded the Akatsuki base this morning. The oversized piranha tried to do a nosedive into the bathtub and the splash was epic. Kakuzu wants compensation, as always. Insert dramatic eye roll.
Tobi baked cookies. Konan and I ate them all and made the idiot cry. Like there wasn't enough water damage already.
Yuki is hungry, Yuki is a good girl, andiamo!
Hidan: Stop speaking like Tobi, you annoying fuck!
