ArcaneHiddenMagic

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Monday, 7:04 a.m.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You all know what to do, right?” Pein asked, looking at the teens around him. “Yes, un,” Deidara said, Sasori nodding with him. “Hell yeah,” Hidan answered beside Kakuzu. “Hn,” Itachi replied, earning a grin from Kisame. “Everything’s set. So don’t screw it up,” Zetsu added. “Alright. Operation Revealing Akatsuki is underway!” “Konan-“ “I know. I’ll come up with the next plan’s name.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~7:12a.m.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “TOBIISAGOODBOY!” Sasori

“Alright Zetsu, what was so important that you couldn’t wait until morning to tell us?” Pein hissed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. It was three in the morning, and all the Akatsuki members were in the living room, growling and whining at being woken up so early. Tobi and Hidan had actually fallen back asleep on the couch, and it looked like Deidara was about to follow suit. “I found some things on Otogakure,” Zetsu explained. Instantly the others were wide awake. “What exactly did you dig up?” Konan asked. “Not a lot. But enough to talk about. I started looking around online with Sakon and Ukon a

Translated The forest experienced only a moment of silence after the last of the brightly clothed backs receded from view before the brush rustled once more. Toothless slunk out of the darkness like a jungle cat, the saddle dangling from his mouth. Relief warmed Hiccup, both at the sight of the dragon and at Toothless' forethought to hide the saddle with him. Finding that among his belongings would have raised excessive questions—and the less he heard Arnulf's voice, the better. Toothless dropped the saddle with the motion of spitting. His pupils were slit, nostrils flared, and his movements were jerky, as though he fought with himsel

Itachi was sitting on the ground, waiting quietly without any movement. It seemed like that was all he ever did anymore; just recline in the barren room of white without a chair to sit on, a book to read or even something remotely interesting that could be used for entertainment. But what could you expect? This was hell’s waiting room. Truthfully, Itachi didn’t mind that much. Sometimes he grew bored, and sometimes he desperately wanted to look around the afterlife and see more than the brief taste he’d received upon arrival, but always he simply resigned himself to waiting. He had a promise to keep. The Uchiha had long ago l

“And in other news, temperatures will be in the low-forties tomorrow…” “Gosh, winter’s coming fast, isn’t it?” the shopkeeper sighed. Naruto nodded his head in agreement. “Tell me about it. I still need to dig out my warm clothes from my closet!” “You really are any idiot.” Naruto turned around to see Sasuke smirking at him. He glared at the comment. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” Sasuke sighed. “It means what I said. You’re an idiot. I got out my winter clothes weeks ago.” It was true; Sasuke was standing there in long sleeves and pants. Naruto contin

Itachi Uchiha was sitting on the couch in the living room of the Akatsuki base, trying to focus on watching the TV. This was made rather difficult first by the screams coming from Zetsu’s room, and then by a pair of arms wrapping around his neck. “Can I help you?” “Hi Itachi, un,” Deidara said, nuzzling the weasel gently. “Whatcha doing, un?” “Trying to watch TV,” Itachi said in an irritated tone, hoping it would make the blonde go away. Instead, Deidara merely climbed over the couch, flopping down next to the weasel. “Can I sit with you, un?” “…Fine.” Deidara grinned

CRASH “Shut the hell up, un!” “But sempai-“ CRASH “I said shut up!” Tobi was barely able to avoid the chair that was aimed at his head. The masked boy ducked as a bomb was thrown at him, shutting the door just as the wad of clay exploded, singing the door. The boy listened as he sempai gave a frustrated sigh from inside the room, followed by the sound of bedsprings creaking, indicating that the blonde was now seated on the bed. In spite of the pain he felt in his heart, Tobi couldn’t help but grin. He’d managed to get Deidara to talk again. And in the masked nin’s opinion, that was a huge acco

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~6 months later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “That meeting sucked, un,” Deidara muttered, staring out the window. “Oh, quit pouting,” Konan replied, typing on her lap top. “Aren’t you supposed to call your boyfriend now?” “That’s right!” Deidara quickly pulled out his cell phone. He was so happy that he and Sasori were officially going out. Not that they’d had too many problems. Pretty much everybody was alright with them dating. With the exception of grandma Chiyo. She hadn’t taken the news well. In fact, when they told her, she’d died of a heart attack. Deida

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~back to the present~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Deidara, wake up!” “Hmm?” Deidara blinked and looked at Konan. “What is it, un?” “You’ve been staring off into space for ten minutes! Now answer my question! Why do you love Sasori?!” Deidara thought for a moment, then smiled. “I guess I love Sasori danna………….because he’s my danna.” “Huh?” Konan shot him a confused look. “What kind of answer is that?” “The kind you’ll get from him,” a voice called out. The two Akatsuki turned and saw a familiar figure in the livin

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~two months later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sasori dropped the last cardboard box inside the kitchen, heaving a sigh of relief as he brushed the dust off of himself. They had finally moved everything inside the house. They still needed to unpack, and it would probably be a month before everything was in its proper place, but he and Deidara were finally moved into their new house. They hadn't been able to do it entirely on their own, of course. Pein and Konan had been drafted to help box everything up at the old house Hidan had been unable to come and assist them, however. The Jashinist had called the redhead to explain why, (s