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"That's it? That all you got?"

Deidara froze, all excitement draining out of him like the broken water pipe and his happy expression curdled, blue eyes narrowed, and lips pulling into a grim line.

Of course. Of course, Itachi would shit all over his art. Just like he always did, just like everyone did! And when he asked for it! Was he not entertained!? Obviously not.

"You always do this..." Deidara uttered, low and bitter, as he glared at the Uchiha's dumb, stoic face. He clinched his jaw, near grinding his teeth into dust. But was Itachi phased? No.

Instead, the Uchiha stepped past him and the aftermath of true art to pick up the soot-stained riceball while moaning about making it inedible! Deidara was glad it was too nasty to eat now!

"Oh, I'm so sorry, hn!" Deidara snapped very sarcastically. "You don’t get it! You don’t get art. You look at an explosion and all you see is a tactical failure or an act of terrorism, but that’s not what it is!" He pointed at the broken, smouldering wall. "It was a fleeting moment of truth! Of chaos and clarity! And all you saw was a dumb riceball, hn!" Why was he wasting his breath? Itachi wouldn't understand; he would never understand. Or care.

He then turned and stormed out of the room, bare feet crunching on bits of broken tile, caring none if he lacerated them. He just wanted out of here and away from Itachi. And not because Kakuzu may come looking for him and slaughter him like Itachi said! Ok, maybe a little bit.

However, he paused in the doorframe and turned back over his shoulder, blonde hair whipping as he jabbed a finger in Itachi's direction. "And no. I’m not blowing up my own damn bedroom, hn!" He slept there! He created art there! He did... other things, too. But he wasn't going to explode his own bedroom in the name of art. And not to try and impress a stuck-up Uchiha bastard!

Itachi watched the phenomenon, he watched how the clay bird bubbled up before the violent explosion occured. Nonetheless, he remained unphased, not a single scratch on him nor his cloak. Why? He used Susano'o to protect himself. The aftermath of their little experiment was indeed an art which was absolutely going to leave a mark, atleast for the time being. But despite it all, there was an unimpressed look on Itachi's features and then came the words which finally broke the silence and sort of interrupted the blonde male's manic excitement, ❝ That's it? That all you got? ❞ Itachi inquired in a dry and flat voice before heaving a soft exhale.

The explosion would look impressive in the eyes of someone as crazy as Hidan perhaps, but in Itachi's eyes it was nothing but pure terrorism. Might even be the grandest kitchen fire to occur in the history of kitchen fires. The nearby cabinet which was still burning as an aftermath now had it's door dropping to the floor, charred black and covered in ash while they still observed how the entire place has burnt down and turned into a burning mess. All this till the red-eyed male lifted a finger at Deidara once he has turned around to put a stop to blonde male's constant leaps.

❝ Now that I've seen the true extent of your art, I'd advice you to go into hiding for a while if you don't wish for Kakuzu to slaughter you and turn in your body for some bounty payment that's cover the repair cost of the kitchen. ❞ Itachi stated, his gaze shifting ever so slightly to take a glance at Deidara. ❝ Next time, we try this in your room. Better place for preserving your wonderful art. ❞

Stepping over a cracked tile which was still hissing with heat, Itachi made his way to the other side of the destroyed countered so as to retrieve a soot-covered Kombu Onigiri which somehow survived the blast. ❝ A shame that your art is also responsible for making my last riceball inedible. ❞ The male's voice sounded like as if he felt some sort of guilt for the riceball itself now that he found out it was caught in their little experiment.

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Hidan has the feeling he may've overdone it by praising Konan so much.

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Random Dribble Drabble: Part 1

Sasori was visiting a black market--yes, a literal black market. In the so-called “era of peace,” underground markets like this had been pushed even deeper underground, both figuratively and physically.

The lighting was dim, the air thick, not with fog, but with the oily burn of incense, trying in vain to mask the underlying stench of rot. Hushed whispers slithered through the space, broken only by the occasional metallic echoes ringing from all directions.

Sasori navigated through the claustrophobic market, elbowing past other “customers” as they browsed the stalls. He wasn’t there for pleasantries. He needed fresh ingredients for his poisons--rare, potent, and very illegal. Maybe a bounty or two, if they looked promising enough to make into a puppet.

His gaze swept past stall after stall. Dried poisoned. Curse tags. A set of stolen Sharingan that were clearly fake, just irises painted on glass. Merchants beckoned him over, but he didn’t give pause. He had a list. That is, until one booth.

Unlike the others, it was bizarrely… peaceful?

A rusted table set beneath a fading tie-dye tapestry boasted everything from pickled hearts in mason jars to elegantly strung phalanges displayed like windchimes. A chalkboard sign read: “ORGANIC PARTS - ETHICALLY QUESTIONABLE”.

Behind the table sat a man who looked like he’d been in the Suna sun for too long with wide, cosmic eyes, thick, tangled hair, and a robe dyed with galaxies. It wasn’t just the booth itself and man that caught Sasori’s attention, however--oh no.

A black lacquered box, about the length of a forearm, rested on a table draped in faded constellations. Inside, was a bone; a human ulna, cradled in red silk, a glass window fitted into the top of the case like it was a jewel.

You’d only be selling a single bone like that if it were special. So, Sasori’s interest was piqued.

His pace slowed to a stop, and he stepped closer, metal heels clinking faintly against the stone pathway. He leaned in until his face was just over the glass. His mismatched eyes scanned the ulna inside. It was perfectly preserved, not a single chip or scratch.

And brimming with chakra.

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[ tmw you're writing out new verses and they end up turning into mini-fanfics. ]

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"Dude," brows furrowed at a sudden biting remark. His gaze drops for a moment. "Sure 're a lotta virgins wit' goofy ass opinions. Y' got any other remarks t' tide you over?"

"Why don't ya make like a mosquito n' go bug Blondie? I got better things to do than listen to yer screen door o' a mouth--loud, flappin', n' fuckin' busted. Now git." He jabs a finger towards the exit.

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"I'm a top, it don't matter." He's hurt. He is so hurt. His ass is cute. Hot. Sexy even.

"Man, someone gotta be fuckin' sad n' desperate to let you fuck 'em." It wasn't worth the sin that would be imagining what that looked like.

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"Bitch." Kihoon looks Hidan in the eye. ". . . Fuck you."

He's smiling.

"Wha-- fuck you say, motherfucker!? I reckoned we were havin' a pleasant-ass conversation! No wonder Blondie hates yer guts. If you weren't suckin' Red's dick, I'd be sendin' you n' yer poor excuse o' an ass to Jashin!"

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"I love bein' told my ass looks great. Bu' tellin' her like THA' 's so fuckin' abrasive, I wouldn't be shocked if it jus' slides over her head like all tha' gel on yours."

Hidan takes a long and obvious look at Kihoon's ass. Then, he shrugs. "I've seen better." He didn't hear whatelse Kihoon said, he was too busy trying to find whatever he called an "ass" back there.

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"I don't think most women like being complimented on their body? I could be wrong though...like their, ahem, ass and tits."

He can't believe he just said that sentence. What has today come to?

"Angel ain't like most women, she's better! She loves it when I compliment her ass n' tits! Well, ass. I ain't complimented her tits, but they're great, too! All o' her is great!" Hidan should compliment Konan's tits next. She'll be so happy he likes those, too.

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"Y' don't jus' tell women they got a nice ass, dumbass. Y' compliment 'em nicely. Ask if they've been workin' out, tell 'em their dress looks nice on 'em. Be delicate."

"Scuse me, motherfucker? I did compliment Angel nicely! I said her ass looks great. Not good er average, fuckin' great! N' I ain't gonna ask if she's been workin' out 'cause then she'll think I'm callin' her fat. She got insecurities n' stuff. N' she don't wear no dresses neither." Not that Hidan knew. Maybe she did. He wouldn't mind seeing that.

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[ after 200 hours, i have FINALLY 100% sao re: hollow fragment!

all weapons, all armour, all weapons mastered, all skill perks unlocked, all impliments, all hollow missions, all side quests, all bosses/hnm, all romances, all endings, lvl 200+, new game+. why? you may ask. i don't know.

and the craziest part? i have never watched sao. and tbh, i never will. ]

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Hidan's Regeneration

While Hidan cannot regenerate near instantly like a jinchūriki can, he can heal a lot faster than a normal human being. Minor and major lacerations are healed within hours, while something more serious like an amputation or even decapitation, takes only a few days. However, they must be connected to a blood supply. If not, the severed limb cannot heal and therefore starts to rot.

If Hidan's body ever "dies", he himself does not. Instead, his consciousness enters a comatose-like state until his body can regenerate itself through fresh blood, even if there is nothing left but bone.

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When you just recently got up and you do a big stretch but u get scooped to do an even bigger stretch-

Source

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All of a sudden, Hidan pops out of nowhere. He grabs Margaret by the underarms and lifts her up high like that monkey picking up that lion cub from that kid's movie he saw once, for...

THE BIGGEST STRETCH

BIIIIIG stretches........

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[ i'm going to kick my butt and make actual verses for my muses instead of just akatsuki and post-akatsuki. maybe commission more art for them, too ]

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As soon as Itachi set the timer and the microwave beeped to life, Deidara instinctively began backing away. His eyes flicked from the clay bird to the Uchiha, then back again, as if suddenly regretting every artistic decision he’d ever made. Only because he knew what was going to happen, and didn't like being in the ground zero. So, he positioned himself behind Itachi, using the Uchiha as a human shield. He stood on his toes to peek over Itachi's shoulder at the microwave.

Inside, the clay bird started to bubble and then swell up like a balloon. And then--

BOOM!

The microwave blew apart in an instant, its door rocketing across the room like a missile and embedding itself in the wall with a violent thunk. The kitchen wall was blown to pieces, sending tiles, plaster, and even part of the ceiling crumbling downward in a smoking mess. Dust blasted out. The counter was obliterated. A nearby cabinet caught fire. It was pure and utter chaos. And Deidara loved it.

"Yes!" Deidara hollered, voice breaking into manic laughter as he leaned out from behind Itachi, one hand gripping the Uchiha's cloak for balance as he leapt up and down. "That’s what I meant! That’s what I meant, hn!"

He stumbled forward, waving an arm toward the smoldering ruin that had once been the counter. The tiles still hissed with heat, and a pipe had burst, showering everything with a sad drizzle. If Kakuzu was going to be steamed about the kitchen being blown up, then he was going to have a heart attack getting the water bill this month.

"Did you see that?!" His blue eyes were practically gleaming as he whirled around Itachi now like a tornado, full of chaotic pride. He knew what to expect, that the outcome had been a million times better in person. And he didn't die! So, win-win.

❝I'll deal with any destructive results which may follow our little experiment.❞ Itachi paused, his gaze shifting to take a glance at the little clay bird which now sat atop the microwave plate. Unlike Deidara, he didn't feel much emotions towards it or how it might've even felt for being treated as a mere guinea pig in the name of art. ❝ This better be an impressive piece of "art". ❞

His words lingered in the air like a silent warning while he closed the door and the set the timer. The faint beep breaking the silence for a split second before letting it fall again, adding more to the anticipation of the aftermath which hung heavy in the atmosphere around them. As calm as it is before a major catastrophe even.

Despite the growing tension and the anticipation, Itachi remained calm, crimson eyes not blinking even once as he awaited the result of what he seeked,❝ I want to know if your art truly has a meaning beyond an explosion. ❞ This indeed was quite an unusual behaviour and curiosity for a man who reveled in silence and calmness majority of his time. Even the look in his eyes screamed psychotic intentions despite the fact he stood there, dead calm and serious.

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"Oh fuck... fuck... I think I hit... my stomach er sumthin'... with that last prayer..." Hidan groans between grimaces, bent over in pain and hugging his bleeding midsection.