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Prep Time With Deidara and Kisame!
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Hidan was searching through his room trying to find anything that screamed of angst. He pushed a few dead bodies out of the way and reached his hand under the bed, getting it caught by a few bear traps.
"Son of a b!tch," Hidan yelped, jumping a good three feet in the air.
"Face it, Hidan, you aren't angsty," Deidara lectured, leaning in his doorway.
"I'm plenty angsty," Hidan fired back, resuming his digging. "Sh!t!" He pulled out his arm to see it ensnared in another bear trap.
"Hidan, I'd really hate to help you, but you'll need my artistic genius," Deidara sighed. "Do you have a diary, un?"
"Diaries are for pussies," Hidan snapped, removing the bear trap from his arm. Deidara frowned, he had a diary.
"Not everyone with a diary are pussies, un. But, emos are generally pussies."
"Well, sh!t, I don't want to be a *****." Hidan turned to look at the artist who facepalmed at Hidan's genuis.
"Then why do you want to be seen as angsty," Deidara asked, frustrated with Hidan's "logic".
"I'm tired of everyone giving a rat's @ss about Itachi! Every time he f*cking breathes someone cries because it is so depressing! Plus," Hidan's voice suddenly became quiet and a lot more serious. "Just because he ****ed up and didn't kill his brother, he has to live with the shame so whenever he talks, the whole room goes silent and listens to him. I want people to listen to me!"
"That's because when he talks it is a blessing from the Gods," Deidara snickered.
"Not gods, just Jashin is up there looking down on us. Not like you would know, seeing as you never f*cking listen!"
"You're ridiculous, un," Deidara stated with a good eye roll.
"Does this look depressing enough," Hidan asked, holding up a blood-soaked shirt.
"No, charcoal is the new blood in the underground fashion. You really do need my help. Bring your eyeliner and come to my room, un."
"What the f*ck is eye liner?" Deidara sighed, this was going to be impossible.
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Itachi sat cross-legged on his bed, preparing his inner-angst. Kisame sat on the floor next to him, box of tissues in hand, listening to Itachi's musings. "My cereal was soggy this morning". Kisame's lip quivered at Itachi's story. If only he had known Itachi was suffering this badly! He was there but he obviously didn't care enough for his comrade. Kisame felt horrible.
"I'm sorry Itachi," Kisame whispered, trying to reach a hand up to comfort Itachi. Itachi pulled his hand away, not really fond of touching.
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"F*ck, I thought chicks were susposed to be good at this sh*t," Hidan yelled as Deidara tried to apply eye liner to his friend's eye but accidently kept on stabbing his pupils. "Let me do it!" Hidan grabbed the black stick and smeared it all over his eyes so he looked like a raccoon. "Smexy, right?"
"Un," Deidara answered. "Smudge it a bit so it looks like you were crying." Hidan looked back in the mirror and rubbed his hands over his face so he had black streaks running up and down from his eyes. "Now put these clothes on while I write you a poem and find my diary." Deidara threw him a mass of black fabric and shut the bathroom door.
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Kisame was starting to break down listening to Itachi's internal suffering that he could have stopped or at least help him through. "When Orochimaru tried to rape me, I almost let him. I am useless in this world anyways." That was it, Kisame broke down. It was his fault Itachi almost got raped (even though Orochimaru swears he just wanted his body, like that makes it any better) because he wanted to go to a tea house. Because he ditched his comrade, Itachi would have become Orochimaru's newest toy.
"I-I'm sorry," Kisame stuttered, not like his pity words could help quell Itachi's emotional distress or make up for how irresponsible of a partner he was.
"Hn," Itachi responded.
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Kakuzu was on his way back to the Akatsuki lair, which was easy to find seeing as Pain kept on leaving neon signs everywhere, leading to the base. But even his leader's zany antics couldn't bring his mood down. Kakuzu had a very slight skip in his step because the newest bounty had been marked up ten percent which meant ten percent more went into his wallet. Despite all this joy, he felt a nagging feeling deep inside, telling him not to go to the lair so quickly. Maybe sit outside and enjoy the nice weather the rain village had to offer, constantly. But when has Kakuzu ever listened to emotion over reason?
Exactly forty years ago. And he hated it.
Further down the trail of neon a few animals graced Kakuzu's side. Feeling so oddly happy he decided to allow them to stay. He was particularly fond of the deers, like they would help him solve his problems later in life.
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