Chapter 3

Picking teams turned out to be the longest, most boring event the Akatsuki had taken part in. Mostly because everyone had people they refused to be with. Everyone bickered continuously until Pein was forced to step in.

"Alright everyone, listen up!" Everyone was immediately silent as Pein's challenging glare swept the room. "These are the teams: Deidara, Tobi, Konan and I on the right side. Kisame, Hidan, Itachi, and Kakuzu on the left side. Zetsu will ref."He stood quietly for a moment, daring someone to protest. The look in his eyes expressed that he was eager for bloodshed. The missions this past month had failed, mountains of paperwork awaited him on his desk, and he hadn't killed anyone since last month. All these elements came together to form a bloodthirsty man who happened to have rinnegan. Needless to say, no one challenged him. He looked almost disappointed as he handed Zetsu the referee whistle. Zetsu, to no one's surprise, immediately ate the whistle. He then walked away from the volleyball court, heading towards the only dark corner in the room. He stood in that corner, his eyes glinting hungrily as he mumbled to himself.

"Okay then...I guess we just play."Konan said after a moment of everyone awkwardly staring at the creepy weirdness that was Zetsu.

"Hey, b****! Why don't you have f***ing spandex on? This is f***ing volleyball, put some f***ing spandex on your b****-a$$." Hidan yelled shamelessly. I quietly hoped that Konan would put some spandex on, but the look on Pein's face suggested that he would far rather cut off of Hidan's foot and then force him to eat it. Luckily for Hidan, Konan reacted before Pein had a chance to.

"I don't like spandex, they're too tight." Konan replied, brushing a lock of shiny blue hair out of her auburn eyes.

"You should wear them, they'd look good on you." Kisame hinted, hoping that Konan would wear them to feel pretty or something. Itachi's face curled in a creepy smile. Uchihas should not smile, it was against the laws of nature.

"Hn." Kisame's face fell and he looked angry.

"Shut up, you weasel. I am not."

"Hn."

"One day you're going to get what's coming to you and I'll be there."

"Hn." Kisame went silent at that, glaring at Itachi. He turned to Pein.

"Can I switch teams?" Kisame asked angrily. Pein glared back in response before a smile creeped on his face.

"No." Then he leaned freakishly close to Kisame and whispered in such a low voice I barely heard it. "Suffer." Chills ran down my spin as Pein leaned away from Kisame, pleased with the scared look on Kisame's face. "Now let's play. We have first serve." Pein stared at the other team, once again waiting for someone to contradict him or ask for a coin toss. Once again the room was silent. Then Tobi spoke.

"Yay! Deidara-Sempai should have first serve since it is his birthday!" Tobi pushed a volleyball into my hands and I glared at it.

"How am I supposed to serve? I have mouths on my hands." I growled at him. Tobi stopped to ponder for a moment. Then he jumped in the air as if he had the perfect idea.

"Oh! I know! Deidara-Sempai can just throw the ball over the net!" Tobi grinned at me and I gave him a disgusted look.

"Fine, un." I hissed at him. I studied the other team, picking at target. My lips curled into a smirk when I spotted the Uchiha, looking lost in thought per usual. I aimed the ball, then hurled it over the net towards him as hard as I could. The Uchiha didn't even look at it, he simply took a step to the left. The ball flew out of bounds and towards the dark corner. It rolled out of sight. There was a moment of silence. Then the sound of teeth ripping into something and air leaving the ball quickly.

"Okay, so I guess we can't play anymore." Konan announced as we stood on the court, listening to the sounds of Zetsu feast on our only volleyball.

"What a waste of fifteen bucks." Kakazu snarled, and for once I couldn't agree more.