Annoyances **SasoriPuppet11**

Nami examined his complexity, seeing that he was paler than even Hidan's skin tone. Figuring that she could make it up to Ryota and throw something together to help him get better, she went through her mental files of what helped the poisons she'd used. Thinking of some of the easiest ones, she went to find the correct ingrediants for it, or possibly something that could contain the antidote, which would be considerably harder to find.

Ryota looked sideways at Hidan Kakuzu and Tobi, seeing that they were all looking at him as if ready to book it if he showed any signs of being about to puke again. He laughed slightly but stopped as it made him feel even sicker than he was. He still grinned though, knowing that he probably looked like shit. "Don't worry, if I spew again I'll make sure to turn away" his grin grew slightly as the three leaned away, and discusted expressions appeared on Hidan and Kakuzu's faces, though Tobi's probably was too. Hidan stood up.
"Well fuck, I'm not gonna get sick" he said, walking out of the room quickly, followed by his partner. Tobi stood up and he looked like he was debating weather to leave or not.
"Tobi is a good boy, but Tobi doesn't want to get sick" he seemed to have made up his mind as he rushed out of the room. Ryota tried not to laugh again. He could deffinitly clear a room, even while trying not to puke. Especially while trying not to puke. He leaned back in the corner of the couch, his chin still on his knees, and he turned his attention to the T.V. to keep him occupied while he waited for Nami to get back from whatever she was doing so he could have help getting back to his room, knowing that he wouldn't be able to make it alone at the moment. He felt like he was going to throw up again so he turned his head, making sure he didn't get it on the couch. The blonde was really starting to wish he hadn't eaten that ice cream.

Nami had found most of the nessecary ingrediants in the kitchen, and most of them she had already had in her room. She was missing one or two things, but they weren't really key things, so it was probably okay if she didn't have them in the antidote. She had grabbed the tools needed, and added all of the ingrediants together to make the medicine for Ryota. It took a couple minutes, and she had hurried through it, but she was sure it worked all the same. Going back to Ryota, she wondered if he was strong enough to drink it on his own, or not. "Do you want some help drinking this, idiot?" She cocked her head to the side, hoping he wouldn't take this as some other kind of poison or something.

Ryota raised an eyebrow when Nami walked in and asked if he would need help drinking it. "What is it?" he asked wearily, not trusting her. He had no clue what it was, and he had no way to tell if it was safe or not, unless he got someone else to drink some first. He could always get Tobi to, telling him it was something else. Ryota knew the red-head wasn't stupid enough to just hand him poison and expect him to drink it when he's puking his guts out, but she could always be thinking this way as well, reversing things to make him trust her. He stopped thinking of this, as it was making his head hurt from trying to think from Nami's prespective. She was probably 100 times smarter than he would ever be, though he was pretty smart. Sometimes. He just majorly lacked common sense, and a few other things. He watched Nami carefully, waiting for her answer.

"It's not posion, I assure you, Ryota," she held back a smirk, since he'd believed it to be another kind of toxin to mess with his system. "Just, lift your head up and I can help you with it." She was pretty good at pouring, so long as he didn't move around, or laugh really hard again. If he started fidgeting while she was giving him the antidote, then she'd probably lose some of drink, and it wouldn't be the right amount to administer. Thus, he wouldn't be 100% cured. "Relax, idiot," she scoffed, "it'll help you get better." If he believed that or not, good for him, it was his own body he was saving.

Ryota shrugged at her answer, accepting the fact that it was an antidote. Even if he tried to tell if it was poison or not, he wouldn't be able to. "If it is poison, you're dead" he knew he threw death threats around alot, but most of the time he meant it. He did as she instructed, lifting his head up, desperatly hoping that it was an antidote, and he would stop feeling sick. He felt like he was about realy to puke again, but there was nothing left in his system. "Wait what happens if I throw it up?" he asked suddenly, the thought popping into his head. He wasn't sure how fact the cure would work, so if he threw it up before he was cured there would be a problem.

"If it was poison, it'd be strong enough to make you dead." She was about to tip it into his mouth as he obliged to leaning his head backwards so she could angle it in right, but stopped when he asked a stupid question. "If you throw it up?" she raised an eyebrow in amusment. "You're so simple-minded," she laughed lightly. "You won't have time to throw it up, because I've made it so it should work almost instantly. You're not going to throw this stuff up, it's got the correct amount of ingrediants where it should work swiftly and effectively." Really, he wasn't all that bright. He was getting his antidote from her, of course she could make it effective.

"Just because I don't know how all these poisons and antidotes and crap work doesn't mean I'm simple minded" even while sick, he argued against anyone calling him stupid in any way, shape, or form, though he knew he was. He tipped his head back again, all too eager to stop puking and feeling like shit. He wasn't concentrating on getting ready to swallow the antidote, because he knew if he did, he would end up laughing for no reason what so ever. So he relaxed, wondering why he actually had to have some sort of method for this, so that he didn't screw it up. How hard could it be? All he had to do was swallow, but he would probably have some sort of difficulty with this, just because it was him. "Oh crap one second" his voice was low as he leaned over the couch and threw up on the floor again. "Ok I'm ready". He really wasn't liking the fact that he'd just puked up everything in his stomach.

Nami groaned as Ryota threw up again. And just after she had cleaned up the first mess.... "Don't throw this stuff up, got it? I don't really feel like making it again, and I'm not that positive we have the ingreients for this stuff again...."

Ryota sighed. "I'll try" he said with a slight smirk. He knew that they probably wouldn't have to ingrediants for it again, as Kakuzu was suc a cheap bastard, and the blonde deffinitly didn't want to spend the rest of his life puking until someone decided to buy the shit in the antidote. And he knew that Nami wouldn't want to have to be cleaning up his puke every few minutes. He waited as patiently as he could for the stuff to be poured into his open mouth.

Nami flicked some of her bangs out of her eyes before she tipped the concoction into Ryota's open mouth. She waited until it was all gone, then gave him to okay to hurry up and swallow.
"There, now no puking, got it?" she demanded, watching carefully for any signs of his body rejecting the antidote.

Ryota screwed his face up as he swallowed the antidote. "Ugh, I might puke of DISCUST from that" he complained. The taste of that shit was enough to make him puke, even if it had cured him. He let his head fall back and he waited a bit. "Ok I think I'm good" he said happily, jumping to his feet with a wince as he landed on his injured leg. His stomach growled and he sighed. After emptying his stomach, he was hungry again, but he figured he shouldn't eat for a bit.

(( r u back for good??? r u r u r u r u??? i swear im gonna have a HEART ATTACK!!!! ive been so stressed lately with school and everythings gettin fucked and crap like that but now this might be one thing fixed and im currently fixing another and right now im just blindly typing but im going INSANE!!!))

"Well, if it worked, then quit complaining," Nami said as tossed the container to the side. "It might taste nasty, but who cares. If it works, then it works." She watched him as he sat there, looking nauscious. "Oh, and don't eat for a bit. Gotta let the medicine work through your systems." She looked back to what she might have also poisoned, but as far as she could remember, Kisame, Tobi, and Zetsu had eaten most of the spiked food.

Ryota stuck his tounge out at Nami and laid down on the couch, stretching out. "So why the hell did you spike the food in the first place?" he asked, raising a blonde eyebrow. It was a really stupid thing to do in his opinion, but his opinion was pretty much the opposite of hers in every way. He lay staring at the ceiling, tapping the foot of his un-broken leg against the couch in tune to the song currently stuck in his head.

"Mmm, I spiked it to test out some poisons that I changed up, just to see the affects. Now I can see this one makes one very....ill...." She compared these affects to what had happened to the others. "I'd have to say yours had the most unexpected reactions. Now, I wonder if it varies on who it's used on...."
She listened to the tune he was humming, trying to see if she remembered anything about it. "What are you humming?" she asked, kind of getting annoyed with the tapping.

Ryota rolled his eyes at her explination. "Of course, the one that I get is the unexpected one" he grumbled. "And you know I'm gonna have to kill you for that" he added as an afterthought. He looked up at her at the question about what he was humming and he tgrinned. "It's called 'I Like Your Hair'" he said with a laugh. He found that song hilarious, and it had a pretty good beat too so it wasn't bad. He continued the tapping and picked up the humming to it again.

" 'I like your hair?' Is that even a real song?" she questioned, figuring he had just made it up on the spot. "Is sounds pretty fake, is you ask me. And I doubt you could kill me, because first; I'm half-puppet, it'll be harded to kill me then, and second; your so-called art couldn't beat eternal art if it destroyed the base."

Ryota laughed and nodded. "Yup. It's a pretty damn funny song too" he said with another laugh. "And one: its not fake. Two: I could kill you any day. . . but only if I really want to. . . like now. And Three: my art can kick your 'art's ass ANY DAY!" he added quotation marks around Nami's art, showing his beleif even more than he already did.

"Keep dreaming, bomber-boy, just remember it was you who ate the poisonous food, not me," she commented dryly, pointing over to the kitchen. Perhaps if this had disgusted him enough, he'd remember it to the point where she could use it against him. Only if he didn't brush off the happening as he did for most things. Or maybe she could just keep on poisoning him, see how he liked it. She was smarter than him in almost everyway, so there wasn't much he could even try to outsmart her with. And while he understood nothing of human puppetry, she understood the concept of explosive clay, she just didn't see the point in it, so she never bothered with it.
"Well, now that you've emptied yourself through retching, and you're permitted from eating for a bit, what'll you do now?" She hoped he wasn't going to be obnoxious, and she hoped he was too tired to try anything stupid and annoying.

Ryota stuck his tounge out at Nami again at her words. It wasn't his fault that it was poisened food. He was starting to re-consider the awesomeness of having Nami as his maid and bringing him food. . . he wasn't sure weather to trust her with his food anymore or not. He looked at the ceiling and thought about her question. What did he want to do. He was itching to go outside and train, but being broken that wouldn't be something he could manage. He sighed and got to his feet. "I'm going to read" he said with a slight grin before hobbling down the hallway to his room. He grabbed the book he was currently reading and sat with his back againt the wall on his bed, opening the book and starting to read.

"You can read?" she stated quizically, merely joking, but since it was rare he read, she doubted he remembered half the words in the book. "Fine by me, but what exactly are you reading?" Knowing him, it could be one of those simple, easy to read books, or even possibly, a picture book. Or it could be a book he wasn't even actually reading, only looking for parts that had explosions. That would be more like him. There was no way he would be reading like normal people did.

Ryota rolled his eyes at the first question but didn't answer. He started reading the page when he heard her next question and he looked up and grinned. "Lord of the Flies" he said with a laugh. "It's pretty damn funny" the book was ideal for the blonde. It involved a whole lot of killing, on the part of kids, and for normal people, the book was horrible. . . but Ryota loved it. He was about halfway through it, and he started reading again. He snickered quietly as a pilot who got stranded on the island was killed.

(( XD thats the only part of the book i actually know. . . i havnt actually read it. . . but my mom described parts of it XD ))

"Everything is pretty funny to you, isn't it? Anyway, I think I've heard of that one, it's supposed to be....rather....eh..." she trailed off, not carig enough to finish her sentence since talking with him was like talking with an infant. "You should find some better books to take intrest in, you might learn from them." The books she read, she'd read already many times. They were the kind that the most advanced reader would have some trouble concentrating. Her and her father never had trouble with it though, they studied from their books to make all kinds of concoctions. Ryota would think he was dyslexick (dunno how to spell that) if he tried to read their books.

(nice Mel)

Ryota grinned slightly as she trailed off her sentence. He looked up from the book at Nami blankly when she suggested getting interested in other books. "I don't have any other books to read. And like I could learn from them" he laughed, there was no way he could really get other books, unless he borrowed someone else's, but he doubted he would really be interested in what any of the other members were reading. And even if he did find something he was interested in, he probably wouldn't understand in the least.

"Yeah, you're right," she said, "you couldn't learn anything except how to break things." The only thing she knew he had learned was how to make explosive clay, but that was because it was more of a hands-on activity, and he enjoyed it. Though it did take him a while to get it, his dad was the only one patient enough to teach him stuff. Maybe because they were both on the denseer side of intelligence and competence.