CREATING AKATSUKI part 6

Kakuzu swore softly under his breath. Pein and the others had taken off to school without him. Meaning he’d have to walk.

The miser shook his head as he began walking down the street. Since when was it so wrong to triple check every light in the house to make sure they’d been turned off? Really, those people simply didn’t understand how to save money.

As Kakuzu was walking by one house, he heard screaming and crashing coming from it. Curious, he stopped his trek in hopes of finding out what was going on within the building. To his shock, Hidan emerged a moment later, ducking and barely missing the frying pan aimed at his head. “Bye assholes!” he called out, smirking as he walked down the steps.

“Hidan?!”

The masochist turned to the banker, a surprised look on his face. “Hey Kakuzu.”

“What the hell was that?!”

“Huh? What the hell are you talking about?” Hidan asked, as if he was oblivious to the shouts and noises coming from inside his house.

“It sounds like a war zone in your house!” Kakuzu snapped.

“Oh, that. My Jashin-damned relatives came in from outside this hellhole of a town, and we’re throwing a party!”

“…What?”

“Every asshole in my family’s a Jashinist, dumbass. Didn’t you know?”

“No, but there being more people like you out there scares me.”

“That’s good,” Hidan said, smiling as he began walking ahead of his friend.

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“MR. HOSHIGAKI!”

Kisame snapped his head up, looking around the room. “What, what?”

“That is the fifth time you’ve fallen asleep in my class!” the teacher snapped. “You’ve got detention now.”

“Screw you,” the shark murmured, laying his head back down once the teacher’s back was turned.

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Kisame looked up and down the halls as he exited the detention room. Seeing this place without hundreds of students in it was just plain creepy.

He managed to exit the building without running into anyone, but once he got outside, he ran into a familiar face.

Itachi Uchiha was sitting on the front steps of the high school. “Hello, Kisame.”

“Hey Itachi. Why are you still here?”

“The prospect of walking home alone doesn’t seem very pleasant. Besides, I had nothing better to do.”

“Nothing better to do than wait outside for me for an hour?” Kisame shook his head. “So, I guess we can just go now, right?”

“Hn,” Itachi replied, rising to his feet and walking off. Kisame took this as his cue to follow the weasel and walked along behind Itachi, not entirely sure were they would end up.

As it turned out, the weasel’s house was in the same directions as Pein; you just had to hang an extra left and go halfway down the block before you hit it. Kisame followed Itachi into an apartment building and up the steps to the third floor, were they finally stopped in front of a door. “Your family lives here?” Kisame asked, remembering the sign that had advertised these apartments as 1-bedroom, 1-bathroom.

“No. It’s just me.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. My relatives don’t exactly care for me.” And without another word, Itachi ducked inside the apartment, leaving Kisame alone in the hall.

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“Bills, bills, bills…you’d think I’d at least get some junk mail now and again,” Sasori growled, flipping through the mail he’d gotten today. At the very bottom of the stack, he found a letter addressed to him, written in Chiyo’s handwriting. That was odd; he’d never gotten a letter from his grandma. Just postcards.

Curious, he grabbed his letter opener and cut it open, eyes quickly scanning the paper.

“Dear Scorpling,
I’m writing to you from Sicily. The weather here is lovely, the people are friendly, and the food is delicious. I’m telling you all this not to make you jealous, my dear grandson, but to prepare you for moving here!”

“WHAT?!”

“That’s right, you get to come and live in Sicily with me! I’ve already made plans to sell the house and most of the furnishings we can’t ship over here, so pack up what you want to bring soon! Let me know when you get this message so I can send you your plane ticket, ok?” Love,
Grandma Chiyo

Sasori stared at the letter for a good five minutes, before crumpling it up into a ball. Just when he’d finally made friends, his grandmother decides to ship him halfway across the world to live with her.

His friends. Damn, he was the only one that knew about Deidara being alone all the time. He couldn’t just-no, he wouldn’t just pack up and go. There was no way in hell he was leaving those guys, especially not Deidara.

He ran around the house, trying to remember where they kept the envelopes and paper, before returning to the living room to copy down the address on the envelope. Sasori put a grand total of two minutes of thinking into what he was going to say before he began writing.

“Dear Grandma,

One; stop calling me Scorpling. I hate it.

Two; I can’t go to Sicily with you. I’m capable of taking care of myself, as you said when you left on your trip in the first place. Besides, sending me over there, getting a proper education, and feeding me would cost a fortune. I have a few friends here that I can stay with; they’ve already said it’s ok, so long as I get a job soon.

So, don’t worry about me. I doubt you’ll ever even need to think about me again.”
Sasori

The Akasuna read over the letter once before stuffing it into an envelope, sticking a stamp on it, and cramming it into his mailbox. “Now to go pack…”

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DING DONG

“Who could that be?” Pein muttered, watching as Konan rose to her feet and walked across the room to answer the door. “Sasori?!”

The redhead was standing on there front porch, a backpack over his shoulder and a lumpy duffle bag under one arm. “My grandmother sold the house. Can I move in here?”

“When the hell did our home become a boarding house?!” Pein cried, exiting the room to find the Advil.

“Well, Sasori, we only have the attic to offer you,” Konan explained.

“I’ll take it.”

“Don’t you have anywhere else to go?” Zetsu asked, walking into the room and turning on the TV to watch the news.

“Yeah, Sicily.”

“You’re staying,” Konan declared, pulling him into the house and shutting the door behind him.

“And in other news, three more buildings downtown have been set fire to, as well as a statue in Sarutobi Park being tipped over and-“

“Dear lord, what’s happening out there?” Konan asked.

“Hidan’s relatives are in town,” Kakuzu replied, walking through the room with a bucket of nails and several planks of wood tucked under his arm. “I’m going to seal the windows now.”

“I’ll lock the doors,” Konan stated, quickly rushing out of the room.

“And I’ll heat up the tar and oil,” Zetsu added, grinning as he walked down the stairs to his room.

“…I’ll just put my things upstairs then,” Sasori said to the empty room, wondering if maybe he should have just taken Sicily over this madhouse.