A rare occurance (RippedNose ONLY)

Ryota walked aorund the base, in a much better mood now that his hair was done to his liking. He smiled broadly as he walked, humming to himself loudly. It was the happy song, which was one of his favorites, as stupid as it was. It really described him sometimes. He didn't care how loud he was being, just walking around and humming it, over, and over, and over, until he started singing it loudly, over, and over, and over.

Now what to do? Sora had trained and might not go back to it until either later on in the day, at night for night time vision testing and junk, or tomorrow, if he felt lazy enough. He wasn't lazy enough, but maybe he wanted a break or something. He sighed, bored. What could he do now anyway? Something cool, that's what he wanted, but this was the Akatsuki, he wasn't a member and didn't want to be, and there was never anything good at the base.

Ryota kept heading down the hallways, singing loudly, until he turned and saw Sora, again. He stopped singing and walking and he rolled his eyes. "Why the hell are you still here!? Can't you just LEAVE!?" he asked, sighing. It was even worse since they were supposed to be sharing a room, though he didn't know if that had changed while he was passed out. It might have, since he hadn't died in his sleep or anything.

"Hmm, I could, but then I'm still looking for my revenge, so maybe not quite yet," Sora said, since it was more or less true enough. He wanted to return the favor to Ryota. Not biting, since that was weird, but probably just carve him up with his knife. Sora sighed since this sounded like something he'd better avoid right now. "So, listen, I'm gonna go ignore you somewhere else, so, later," he dismissed, walking off, his hand waved lazily.

Ryota rolled his eyes, not all too surprised at the answer. "Yeah yeah, you're never gonna get that revenge" he muttered, glaring at his retreating back before turning around and walking in the other direction, starting his humming again. It got louder and louder unti he head Hidan yelling at him to shut up from some part in the base. Evereyone inside had probably heard the two of them, so he started laughing, just the concept being funny to him for some reason.

Okay, so now Sora had to avoid Ryota so they didn't fight, since the tension was currently high enough to spark up one. Their fights were like fire. They were small at first, arguing mostly, then got bigger and bigger until they nearly killed each other. The perfect example of a fire. How had this started off again? Sora didn't remember from getting knocked around so much, and Ryota clouded his thoughts up too much to concentrate for that. He could practice his speed again, since he just wanted to be outside again.

Ryota continued his humming and walking, occasionally singing, just to be yelled at by Hidan, and then the cycle would repeat, until he got bored, which happened relatively quickly. Finally he was exausted, so he dropped onto the couch, sighing loudly. Kisame was already there, watching tv, and completely ignoring him. He figured he had been walking around liek that for about an hour. He curled up on the couch, ignoring the protest from his half healed wounds, and he rested his head on his knees, soon falling asleep unintentionally.

Sora had managed to break four branches on three trees each, just from the stress he was putting on them. From the speed he kicked off on them and how much he used them. He drilled himself rigorously. pretty sure half the cuts on his torso and legs were open and bleeding by now. Every time he'd curse at himself for not moving fast enough, and every time he'd try harder. He was pushing himself to and past his limits again.

Ryoat was asleep for a few hours, and what he didn't realize at all was that he had been dragged across the entire couch so he wasn't curled up, and laid on his back, by Hidan and Kisame. They had taken off his shirt and pants so he was only in his boxers as well. In permanent marker they had written 'Rape' on once cheek, and 'me' on the other, with a little heart beside it. The blonde didn't wake up through the entire thing, and he still hadn't. He was almost naked, sprawled out on the couch, asleep, with 'Rape Me <3' written across his face. Obviously their idea of a funny joke, which, it was, really.

Panting from exertion, Sora walked in, first planning to rest for a bit then take another shower. He'd blacked out for a moment, and since he didn't want that again, he stopped for now. He walked in to see an awkward sight, stopping in his tracks and starring. Ryota was on the couch, nearly naked with the words "Rape Me" and a heart. Some weird prank pulled on him by who knows who. He'd most likely blame Sora for that when he got up and saw the damage. Sora took a closer look, seeing Ryota's face almost looking okay when he was asleep.

Ryota was mostly still in hsi sleep this time, only shifting a few times, because he was so tired, even after sleeping for a week. It just made him more weak, since he hadn't done anything for a whole seven days. He grumbled in his sleep and rolled over, twisting an odd way and hanging his head off of the couch, the fact that he was hardly wearing anything and had no blanket or anything not bothering him in the least. When he woke up it would be a problem.

Sora laughed silently under his breath, watching Ryota look absolutely moronic in his boxers only and words written over his face. He didn't know what to say to this, expect he wished he could save this moment and hopefully find a way to blackmail him with it. Maybe if he ever got a girlfriend he'd show it to her, but he didn't know a way to save the moment right now. He let it be and decided it'd just be a good throw-it-out there story to embarrass him with.

Ryota woke up sooner than he would have liked, getting that uncomfortable feeling that he was being watched. He groaned and rolled onto his back again, sitting up. The first thing he noticed was that it felt cold, like there was a breeze or something. The second was that he was on the couch, and not his bed, and the third, was that his face felt tight across his cheeks, like there was something there, but rubbing his hand across it, there was nothing there. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times, looking down at his body to see that he was only wearing his boxers, so he let out a yell, looking around to see who was in the room, if anyone.

Sora backed up quickly when Ryota woke up and yelled. He flinched at the annoying sound that he'd heard more then he'd ever want to hear in his life time. He walked back further as not to look too suspicious and responsible for what had happened to him. Doubtfully he could get away with anything since they hated each other too much, but whatever. It wasn't his fault and he really didn't know who actually did it.

Ryota narrowed his eyes when he saw Sora, glaring at him. "Why the FUCK am I almost naked!?" he asked, completely oblivious as to what was written on his face. There was nobody else around, so he figured that it was the redhead who had done it, even though stripping him was a really creepy thing to have him do. Hidan and Kisame really wouldn't care, seeing as he'd grown up with them, and didn't mind them much alot of the time.

Sora raised his hands in defense. "Hey, I'm not the one who did it! I would rather die then strip you naked and look," he barked back, glaring at him with equal hate and confusion. "I just got in here, so go ask someone else if they stripped you." He backed up in case Ryota got up. He didn't want to be too close to his mostly naked body. "Get some clothes on. Have some decency, why don't you?"

Ryota raised an eyebrow, not sure weather to beleive him. he might have done something like that to make it seem like it wasn't him. You never know. He was taught to expect the unexpected, the way he lived. "Hn. It's obviously not my fault, I just woke up" he grumbled, not likeing that he was being harassed already to put some clothes on, Sora already questioning his decency. He got up and walked past Sora, not liking behind near him when he was only wearing his boxers. He pulled some clothes on and then went to go fix his hair again, looking in the mirror and screaming.

"Ugh, whatever. I don't care who's fault it was, but they obviously are twisted and mental to want to strip you and look at your body," Sora said, making a face. Then again, everyone in the Akatsuki was twisted, some physically (Kisame *cough cough* and Zetsu) and most everyone was mentally messed up. Just the way they came. Sora was maybe as normal as he could get? "That's been burned into my retinas....greeaaat."

Ryota ran out of the room, grabbing his sword and running to the room of who was most likely responsible, which was Hidan. He was never in a good mood when he first woke up, and finding out what had happened to him just made him mad, as funny as it could be taken as. He kicked the door as hard as he could, having no trouble doing it with his jeans on. As ecpected, the door flew upen, the latch broken easily. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!?" he yelled into the room, holding his sword up angrily. He was sure that whoever else had helped the albino, if anybody, was probably running now, since his voice could be heard throughout the base.

Sora sighed and walked out of the room, not even caring or listening to the yelling he could hear from some rooms over. Ryota reacted harshly to these stupids things. He'd probably pull something like this every now and then and he bet none of them acted this way. Sora planned on sleeping outside tonight. He didn't care where, in a tree, maybe. But not near Ryota. He left to take another shower.

Ryota ended up chasing Hidan around for half an hour before he got tired and dropped the sword, leaning against the wall and sliding to sit down, forgetting breifly why he was so mad, and what he had written across his face. At the moment he should have been scrubbing it off the best he could, but he was oblivious once again, lucky for him.

Sora shook his head to rid the water from his hair. If he was sleeping outside then he didn't want his hair wet to catch a cold or get stuff stuck in it. He dried it off as best as he could with a towel, then brushed it back again, heading to the kitchen for food to take outside with him. He didn't feel like a blanket, so he'd sleep with his clothes on.

Ryota got up after awhile and dragged himself to the bathroom, looking in the mirror and remembering, rolling his eyes in annoyance. He scrubbed at his face with soap and water for about an hour, but it had only faded, so he gave up for now, sighing and drying his face which was now rubbed raw red, and he passed out on his bed once again, after ditching his sword on the floor where anyone could step on it, like normal.

Sora had brought out a couple things from the fridge, things that didn't need to be thrown away. Just an apple and a couple fruits and all. He could toss the cores and all. He climbed high enough in the tree that hadn't had too many broken branches, sitting comfortably and making sure he wouldn't fall out. He munched on the food, then when he was done, he watched the outside, eventually falling asleep.

Ryota woke up in the morning and moved to the couch, collapsing there and turning the tv on, watching some little kid cartoons for awhile, having nothing better to do with his life at the moment. He was half asleep anyways. He normally spent his mornings like that unless he slept in, but he had woken up earlier than usual.