OTO VS AKATSUKI part 9

“WHAT?!” Pein bellowed when Sasori told him the news.

“You heard me. Deidara’s moving out,” the Akasuna said, eyes glued to the floor.

“What did you do?” Konan asked.

“Why is this my fault?!” Sasori snapped.

“Because you’re the guy’s roommate, boyfriend, and the reason he moved here in the first place,” Pein said.

“Apparently I’m a bastard, and breaking up with me wasn’t enough! He had to move 200 miles away just to make sure there was enough space between us before he could be happy!” the Akasuna screamed, storming out of Pein’s room, slamming the door shut behind him.

The two remaining Akatsuki members heard the sound of him stomping down the hallway, followed by the sound of the attic trap door opening and shutting. “I don’t think he’ll be coming out for a while,” Konan muttered.

“I can’t blame him,” Pein growled, downing a few painkillers for his head. “Kisame, Itachi, and now Deidara…how many people are going to be knocked out before those guys stop?”

“I don’t know, honey. But I want this over soon.”

“You and me both, dearest.”

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“Itachi?”

“…”

“Itachi, it’s Tobi.” Still getting no response, the masked teen walked into the dark bedroom, heading straight for the weasel, who was currently sprawled out on his bed. “Itachi, Tobi brought you some food.”

“…”

“Itachi, be a good boy like Tobi and eat.” The weasel looked at his cousin, shaking his head.

“Please Itachi? It’s really important that Itachi eats.”

“…”

“Itachi, everyone is worried. Kisame and Deidara are gone, Sasori’s mad all the time, Zetsu’s uptight, and Pein and Konan are really scared that something’s going to happen to the rest of us. Everyone would be really happy if Itachi would be a good boy and eat.”

The weasel stared at his cousin for a few moments before sitting up and taking the bowel of ramen out of Tobi’s hands. To the masked teen’s delight, he slurped up a few of the noodles before handing the bowel back Tobi, lying down and rolling over to face the wall. “Thank you Itachi!” Tobi cried, rushing from the room to wash the dishes like the good boy he was.

“…Kisame, where are you?”

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Zetsu nearly had a heart attack when the door to his room was thrown wide open. “Zetsu!”

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“Tobi, get off me!” the schizo yelled. He’d gone two days without sleep, and was in no mood to put up with Tobi’s antics right now.

“But Zetsu, Tobi has big news!”

“What?”

“Tobi got Itachi to eat! It was just a little ramen, but Itachi still ate it!”

“What do you want, a medal?”

“No,” the boy said, joy fading at the coldness of Zetsu’s voice.

“Look, I honestly could care less what happens to the weasel, so if want to tell someone, tell Pein!”

“Zetsu…”

“What now?”

“Wasn’t Tobi a good boy for getting Itachi to eat, instead of moping in bed?”

“I guess. Now stay out of my way. We have work to do.” Tobi nodded, walking back up the steps and out of the basement, extremely dejected.

He was tempted to actually do as Zetsu said and inform Sir Leader that the weasel had eaten, but decided it against it. He didn’t want to get yelled at by another person today.

The boy was about to head upstairs and play with Deidara, when he remembered that the blonde had recently moved out, making Sasori extremely grumpy. It was like the blonde had taken all of the Akasuna’s happiness with him when he left.

The masked teen stood in the hallway, looking at nothing in particular. What now?

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The auburn haired leader was walking down the school hallway, deep in thought. The Oto hadn’t made a move in a while, which was just as well, seeing as the Akatsuki was currently falling to pieces. If there was any hope of salvaging his group, he’d have to come up with a plan, and soon. There problem was, the pierced teen was drawing a complete blank on what his next move should be. “Pein Pungare, I presume?”

The teen spun around to stare at a man with yellow eyes, black hair, and a sick smile on his face. “Who are you?” he demanded.

“The name’s Orochimaru. Oro-“

“You’re the Oto bastard, aren’t you?” Pein growled, eyes narrowing.

“That’s a rather rude way of putting it, but I suppose I am,” the snake replied, his smile never leaving his face.

“What the hell do you want?”

“Control of this school.”

“Besides that, you pathetic excuse for a serpent.”

“Now now, there’s no need for name-calling, pin cushion,” Orochimaru responded. “I just came here to negotiate.”

“What makes you think I’ll listen?”

“The fact that I currently have the upper hand, among other reasons.”

“Your demands?”

“The Akatsuki is to immediately disband. Your members can either fade back into the background of high school, or join my organization. In exchange, the attacks on Konoha High will stop, and your blue friend will be returned to you.”

“No dice, snakey. Go slither back into whatever hole you came out of,” Pein ordered, walking off.

Orochimaru stood there, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “What a stubborn fool that man is. I suppose I’m going to have to show him exactly how dangerous it is to mess with me.”