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"Good morning, my loves."
The group mumbled a response, watching as the short haired girl walked into the kitchen. It had officially passed the one week mark, and the Akatsuki seemed to be settling in. She made her way to the coffee pot and pulled a mug down from the cupboard, filling the glass with the black liquid. She leaned against the counter top, scanning her eyes over the group. She quirked an eyebrow when she didn't see Chaos, even though Itachi and Kisame were already stationed at the dining table, Itachi drinking tea and Kisame drinking coffee.
"Where's Chaos?" she asked, taking a sip of her coffee. Everyone looked up from their spots in the dining room/kitchen, scanning their eyes around the room in an attempt to find the short blonde. When she wasn't spotted, they looked back at Brise and shrugged. With furrowed eyebrows, Brise did a quick head count, only making her eyebrows dig further. "Where's Deidara-"
"Hey guys, yeah," Deidara said, walking into the kitchen, stretching his arms behind his head. Brise blinked, a surprised look taking over her face. The Akatsuki mirrored her expression, taking in the appearance of their bomber.
"Um..."
"...Should we tell him?"
"It's his fault for not looking in the mirror before coming downstairs."
Deidara tilted his head to the side, confused about what they were talking about. He walked over to the microwave and peered into the glass, staring at his reflection that was barely visible.
Well, it was visible enough for him to see all the doodles on his face.
All across the tan skin were drawings in what appeared to be black sharpie. He had hearts in a line underneath his left eye and on his right were "I'm" right under his eyebrow, "Not" on his eyelid, and "Gay" underneath his eye, making it look like it said "I'm Gay" when he had his eyes opened. His nose was transformed into a...male part, and his lips had a duck connected to it, giving off the impression of "duck lips".
While Deidara fumed with anger, Brise lost it.
"Holy fucking shit, this is the best thing she's ever done," she said, setting her cup to the side quickly so she wouldn't spill it. She wrapped her arms around her stomach as loud laughter ripped through her body, which seemed to cause the more emotional members to follow her example. The quieter ones chuckled or smiled in humor, inwardly laughing at the blonde's misfortune.
"Who the fuck did this, hmm?! Tell me now, or I'll blow you all to fucking bits, un! TELL ME, NOW, YEAH!"
"Calm yourself, dick nose," Chaos said, pushing the kitchen door open. She tossed something to him which he easily caught, holding up a black sharpie. "It's revenge for making me have to see your face all the time. If you ask me, it's an improvement."
Deidara went to stab Chaos with the sharpie, but stopped when a hand landed on his bicep. He looked back and found a pair of steel blue eyes. Brise's other hand rose and took the sharpie out of his fingers, easily manipulating the slackened grip.
"Let's go get that shit off your face. Come on," she said, dropping his hand and tucking the sharpie into her back pocket. He followed after her as if in a trance.
The group stared at the two retreat, Chaos lifting an eyebrow.
"Better not get her pregnant, dick nose."
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Brise pointed to the toilet seat, slamming down the kid before walking towards the sink. Deidara sat on the lid and watched her rummage through drawers, pulling out a face cloth and some face wash.
"Bad part, it'll take a while to get all the sharpie off. Good part, you'll smell like strawberries when I'm done." She ran the face cloth under warm water, not seeing Deidara's cringe.
When she was finished getting the face cloth wet, she set it on the counter and grabbed the face wash. She pulled a clip from the drawer and pinned back his bangs, pushing his head back slightly so she didn't have to squat to do it. She put the face wash on his face, backing up once all of the tanned skin was covered. She washed her hands and lifted herself on to the counter, checking the time on her phone.
"In about ten minutes you'll be able to wash off the face wash and then I'll have to get whatever sharpie was left behind. Okay?" he nodded. His eyebrow was still creased in anger, but he didn't seem as annoyed as he was.
"Why does she have to be such a moody bitch all the time, yeah? It's annoying as hell, hmm," he huffed, crossing his arms. Brise smiled thinly, resting her head against the mirror.
"You know you love it."
"Not really, yeah."
Brise laughed lightly. "I guess she's always been like that. Fun to be around one moment, an asshole the next. I don't know as much about it as Vincent, but I do know that she hates talking about emotions, so she chooses to switch between the two. It makes her feel awkward and she'll try to get out of it any way she can. It actually took her a lot just to tell you guys how much she enjoyed having you around last week. She only ever shows anger and happiness, and I don't know why. I think it has something to do with her parents, but I'll need a miracle to find out. I guess what I'm trying to say is…oh shit, what were we talking about again?"
Deidara blinked, cerulean blue eyes staring at her. Her hair was slightly messy, short strands all over the place, but it still worked. Her tee shirt and shorts were loose, hiding her model body, but he didn't care. Her face was a slight pink, embarrassed that she let herself trail off like that. She looked at the other end of the room, away from him, eyes focused on the wall while trying to get her face to cool down.
"Uh…"
"…"
"…Can I get this shit off my face now, un?"
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"So…what are we doing?"
"That, my fishy friend, is a good question," Chaos said, patting him on the shoulder. She turned towards Brise, who was currently stretching. "What are we doing?"
Brise rolled her eyes and bent down to touch the bottoms of her tennis shoes. "I figured they'd want a little time out of the house. Plus, what's better than running? Especially since the track looks so nice now~!"
"Where's Leader-sama, Konan, Zetsu, and Tobi?" Kisame asked, a look of confusion on his face. Brise slapped her forehead.
"Zetsu said he didn't want to see a bunch of sweating weirdo's, I don't think I have the patience to deal with Tobi today, and Pein and Konan are watching the house. I think they're just using the day to sleep, though." she shook her head, short black hair moving slightly. "I don't get why they wouldn't want to come. Working out is fun, and working out with your friends is even better~!"
Chaos blinked before turning away, muttering "health freak" under her breath. She looked at her athletic shorts, tee shirt, and tennis shoes, recognition dawning on her. "That's why you made me wear this crap." Brise smiled.
"You're starting to get flabby. Coach would be mad."
Chaos stuck her tongue out. "Well it's a good thing I'll probably never see her again." She walked over to Kisame, who was betting with Kakuzu on who would make it around the track father than the other. She threw her arms around one of his, leaning on him. "Carry me."
Kisame blinked and looked down at Chaos, grinning and ruffling her hair. "Sorry kid, but I don't feel like losing fifty dollars today. Maybe later."
Chaos blinked. "Where'd you get fifty dollars?"
"Alright!" all attention turned towards Brise, who was currently standing next to Deidara. She smiled at them and gestured towards the green painted track. "Since we don't let you out much, I thought it'd be a good idea to go for a run. You can train if you want, as long as it's nothing big and will draw attention to us. So uh…yeah. Have at it."
x x x
"Stop being lazy and set up the hurdles."
Sasori rolled his eyes. "Shut up brat. You're too short for this anyways."
Chaos rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "I've done it before. Now hurry up, before Brise see!"
He sighed before using his chakra strings to pull the hurdle from the side of the track. He set it on the track, dispersing his chakra strings and leaning against the bleachers. Since he didn't want to be active, he decided to sit in the stands and make fun of them. Chaos wanted to join him, but Brise carried her back down and forced her to exercise. So, after only three laps around the track, she decided it was time to mess around.
She smiled at him and got into her runners lung, ready to take off and jump the hurdle at the end of the 100 meter stretch. She started the countdown in her head, only able to get to three before someone stopped her.
"What are you doing?"
Chaos blinked and dropped her knee, turning to look behind her. Ah, it's just Mr. Tall, Dark, and Weasely. She smiled at him and pointed towards the hurdle. "I'm going to jump that."
He arched a perfect eyebrow. His face was slightly glistened in sweat and strands of his hair were stuck to his neck, making it look like he was some kind of Greek god.
She mentally face palmed. Oh right, he is.
"Are you sure you can make it?"
She let out an exasperated sound, leaning on her back so she could see him better. "Why does everyone doubt me?!"
"You are pretty fucking short."
"Shut up, q-tip."
"Don't hate the player, hate the game."
She lifted herself up onto her elbows, turning to give Hidan a weird look. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he grinned before shrugging.
"No fucking idea."
She dropped back onto the track.
She pulled herself back up a few minutes later, returning to her runner's lung. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to jump this. I'll prove to all you bitches that short people can do shit you fucking trees can do, too."
She started the count down from five, springing into a sprint as soon as she said one. She ran the 100 meter, getting ready to take off from her left leg and into her hurdling position. She made it over, a happy look making its way onto her face. She heard a few cheers come from behind her, the guys probably slightly shocked that she actually made it.
She went to land, touching her right foot to the track. Suddenly, a pain erupted from her ankle and a sickening crack filled the area, followed by a chocked scream coming from her. She fell forward, face and palms colliding with the rough material of the track. Pain ran through her leg, especially at her ankle. Her breathing was rushed as she pushed herself up; trying to turn so she could get a good look at the damage. She stopped when she saw the true extent of the injury, turning away quickly so she wouldn't puke at the sight of her bone poking through her skin.
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IT'S STILL TECHNICALLY WEDNESDAY SO
I should probably stop setting dates because I usually end up not being ready :/ oOPS
It's late and I'm exhausted so none of the usual is going in this A/N :C
This chapter was kind of dumb and one of those 'to get from point a to point b' kind of chapter. It leads into something else that I'm hoping you guys will like though!
I don't really know what to say so um I love you all and I hope youre having a good school year so far! Mines been tiring but fun so I'm happy about that c:
-Chaos