Canada takes his coffee black.
Zetsu was returning from a mission, preparing to report to Pein when he ran into someone who was surprisingly as tall as him. It wasn’t often that he found himself surprised, and his Venus fly trap snapped open as he took a step back, taking stance to attack if it was needed. Or even if it wasn’t, the mission had left him peckish. The boy he had ate was quite small and hadn’t had much meat.
A blue face shocked him from attacking as he realized it was just the other mutant of their little group, and his muscles relaxed. The shark in front of him had a bit of a grin, and his eyebrow was raised towards the black and white man.
“Did I scare ya?” The teasing remark almost made Zetsu frown, but he kept a blank face as he stared back.
“Sorry for running into you. Where the fuck were you looking? I at least have an excuse,” The dual toned voice didn’t catch Kisame off guard, and his grin remained.
“Did you think I may have been trying to run into you?” The ex-mist nin almost had a devious tone to his voice and he took a step closer to the other.
“I wouldn’t have any idea why you would walk into me on purpose unless you’re an absolute dunderfuck, which wouldn’t be surprising in the least.” While the first voice seemed curious, the second seemed annoyed and fed up with this conversation and situation. Kisame paid it no mind, taking another step closer.
“I was going to use a pick up line, but you looked like you were hiding.”
I’m stopping here since I am not quite sure how to write either of these characters anymore and I cannot properly characterize them and I tried my best. ;;
God, he was gorgeous. Madara motherfucking Uchiha was the biggest star in the world, his face was seen on every billboard and on every TV. No one could get away from him.
He had a special group, which was just a group within a group, having around 300 people who followed him and he interacted with. The man wasn’t afraid of having favorites however, and it was easy to notice them.
There was Itachi, his own relative, Pein, his agent, Konan, his agents secretary (there’s a rumor they’re seriously dating!), Deidara, a blonde heart throb, Sasori, a dyed up, pierced, cold man, Hidan, a foul-mouthed model, Kakuzu, his agents treasurer, Zetsu, a lyricist, and Kisame, his bodyguard. Well, they all really worked as bodyguards, but Kisame just liked to fight.
They were all exceptionally well looking. And it was no secret that all of them were in a relationship.
It was one of the weirdest things in the world, all of these beautiful people together, and surely enough rumors about their actions that they never accepted or rejected.
Really, Madara had everyone. And he was happy to share.
Sasori found himself completely, and willingly, engulfed in his work. The dyed red head was hunched over his work bench, dutifully scrutinizing his detailed plans and slowly making changes to the wood with sharp objects, as always. Careful, careful, careful, blood.
The sight of blood wasn’t startling. Usually you would think that he would be insightful enough not to cause himself harm, but he had an issue with paying attention to his own appendages while trying to make better, more sturdier ones for more important things. With a sigh he sat his tools down and stood from his seat and walked the quick few steps to his first aid kit.
A pale hand opened it and pulled out a small bandage, covering the cut and closing it again before getting right back to work, preparing to hurt himself again, and not caring that that would indeed happen.
And Deidara watched this happen. Over and over, just like every other day, laying on Sasori’s bed and watching the time tick, tock, tick, tock away on his iPhone. Every so often he would open an app, but opt out of it and end up watching his boyfriend once more. It was almost as if he was entranced.
Though the puppet maker was small and lithe, seemingly graceful, he was actually very clumsy and often spaced out, especially as he made his “dolls,” as Deidara called them. It almost irked the blonde, having something that seemed so perfect in front of him, which actually wasn’t.
At the same time, it made him love him even more. If hearts could appear around his head, they would be flying in every direction as his pupils turned red and took the shape. They had known each other for so long, and he had always had intense feelings for him.
With a little smile he rolled back and forth on the bed, keeping his eyes latched onto the back of his best friend. It didn’t take long for memories to flood his vision, and everything was blanked as he remembered a cute little brunette from long ago.
Because of that, Deidara didn’t notice once Sasori had finished, cleaned up his area, put everything away, and stood right in front of him. Not one motion had took the blondes attention away, though the sound of his voice did.
“Why are you staring like that?”
Snapped out of his thoughts, Deidara jumped and turned back onto his stomach, looking up at the red head. A small blush was lightly powdered across his face, and he gave a sheepish smile.
Sasori rolled his eyes and leaned down, taking the blondes lips in a small kiss before plopping down beside him.