Annoyances **SasoriPuppet11**

They reached the 'battlefield' and saw all of the proof that the battle had continued there. Nobody was there though, and she was sure that there would be survivors. Deidara, Itachi, Kisame, and Pein, for example. No way that those nin who had invaded could have survived. "Where are they?" she asked, looking at everything in the room that displayed the fighting that had occured and ended who knows when.

Ryota shook his head and shrugged. "No idea. Probably either being patched up or getting rid of the bodies of the intruders. . . but I bet Zetsu would take care of that. . . well, both of those. . . " he figured they should check the plant man's room next, but fist things first. He limped across the room and picked up his sword, which had dried blood all over it. "Fuck. . . this is gonna take forever to clean. . . Okay, well, let's check Zetsu's room next" he turned and walked back down the hallway, sword over his shoulder.

"Oh, okay," she agreed meekly, following along towards the cannibal plant guy's room. She recalled wanting to take the silver haired man's body and use it to replace the puppet's she had lost on account of him. Zetsu was probably eating them by now though, so any chances of her using them to replace the puppets of her collection were kind of gone. "What are we gonna do now? After we find them what are we supposed to do?"

Ryota limped down to Zetsu's room and took his sword down, leaning it against the wall outside his room. "I have no idea. . . we'll probably find something to do eventually" he responded. He pounded on the door loudly, hoping his dad was in there. Really, the only other places he could think of would be in front of the TV or in the kitchen, but he decided to check the most likely areas first. "OI!! ZETSU!!!" he yelled. The plant man opened the door to reveal the half eaten blonde that his dad had been fighting. "Is my dad there?" at the negative answer from the scitsophrenic ((or however u spell that >.>)), he sighed. "Where the fuck is he?" he muttered.

"Would he be in Leader Pein's office?" she suggested, wondering if Pein would know where the older blonde was. And, hey, Zetsu was eating the people she was going to make puppets out of! "Ze-Zetsu, you haven't eaten the other one, have you?" she asked, hoping he hadn't and would give him to her. She had been hoping to make blonde intruder into a puppet as well, so then she could have two to make up for the ones broken. He ignored her, so it meant either he ate him already, or he was't gonna give his food up. "Well, we might be able to try Leader Pein's office?" she asked Ryota, stepping away from Zetsu as he shut his door to eat in peace.

"Hmm, maybe. Might as well try there" Ryota said, nodding. He raised an eyebrow as Nami asked Zetsu if he had eaten the other nin. Did she seriously just stutter? He held back another laugh, but he couldn't keep the grin off of his face. "Okay. . . so. . . yeah, to Pein's office I guess" he agreed as the plant man closed his door. He grabbed his sword and swung it over his shoulder again, walking down the hallway to Pein's office. He set his sword down again when he got there, knocking on his door. At the sound of Pein saying 'enter' from somewhere inside, he opened the door to see Pein, Deidara, Itachi, and Kisame all in there. "Finally" he said with a sigh. "Goddamnit we've been looking everywhere for you" he growled, glaring at his dad, who was perfectly fine.

Nami stayed a little behind Ryota, not too much into the conversation, since it didnt' involve too much of her anyway. Her dad hadn't taken part in the battle, so he wasn't in on the thing at all. Most of them hadn't participated, so the only adults in here were the ones who fought. She wondered if they were conversing about the battle, or if they were discussing how the two had gotten into the base. It was almost intimidating, all of them so seriously speaking about this sort of matter, and of course, Ryota butting in and being an idiot. She hated feeling so sensitive right now. Any other time these guys wouldn't look so intimidating, but because of the emotions being blocked for so long, they were really kind of delicate right now. She would get her nerves back to normal as soon as possible.

Ryota wasn't really paying attention to what they were talking about, but he dropped to the floor, sitting cross-legged on the hard ground next to his dad, who was sitting in a chair like the rest of them. "Daaaaaaad!" he whined, poking Deidara's arm. "Sasori kept me locked up in his room, and he wouldn't let me leave, and then he hit me really hard in the head so it knocked me out!". He crossed his arms as he was completely ignored, and they continued to talk seriously as if Ryota and Nami hadn;t even come in, as they had all figured out that they didn't really need something. "Fine, I'll leave then" he muttered, flipping his dad off as he walked out the door, wondering why that was such a waste of time.

Nami hastilly followed Ryota out of the room, keeping right on his tail. He was always so stupid when it came to important stuff like that. "You....you shouldn't have tried to interupt their meeting like that, Ryota," she said hesitantly. "It was not good to do that while they were trying to converse over some important matter." Normally, she'd just hit him and tell him he was such an idiot, but because her emotions were running a bit haywire, she didn't do it. She couldn't. That was the thing when it came to emotions, which she hated.

Ryota laughed and shook his head, walking back down the hallway. "It's not like they really care anyways. . . it's expected of me, and they ignore me anyways. But what I had to say was obviously more important. Child abuse is a very serious matter" he nodded in agreement with himself, but he laughed to himself quietly as well. Really, having Nami not yelling at him for being an idiot and just telling him that he shouldn't have interrupted, was probably the strangest thing he had ever heard. And she sounded so nervous too. . . he really had no idea what was wrong with her, but it was extremely weird.

"It was not child abuse, though," she said, "it was, I must assume, a method of keeping you safe." Her father would be more than tempted to kill the kid, she couldn't blame him sometimes, but in situations like that, he would have at least done a little something to keep Ryota back from killing himself so recklessly. Her father still did a little something for others once in a blue moon. Even though it was rare, it was always kind of expected of him from time to time.

Ryota was trying to think of something to do now, as he walked down the hallway. "But it WAS child abuse! He hit me really hard! In the head! That's deffintily child abuse" he pressed, still trying not to laugh at Nami. "Really, Sasori wouldn't give a damn if I got hurt" he grinned. Really the only ones who cared if he was hurt was Tobi, his dad, and Nami. . . and Nami only cared because she was his maid and had to be until he was healed. "Ugh. . . so what do we do now?" he grumbled, knowing there was nothing really to do.

"I don't know" she said, not even bothering to continue with Ryota's stubborn insistance that her dad had abused him by hitting him really hard. It wasn't abuse, it was just a farther step than nessecary to detain the kid who never listened to reason. "What is there to be done?" she asked, looking up at Ryota, wondering if he could think of anything good. He'd probably say nothing, or suggest bugging the other Akatsuki members, but she wouldn't go with it, since it was pretty stupid and pointless. The pain of her wound was the only thing preventing her from attempting to put back her half-puppet self. It was slightly a risk to try when injured.

Ryota sighed and shook his head. "I have no idea. . . there's never anything to do" he made a face. Getting bored easily is a pain in the ass, and he probably got bored the easiest out of anybody, ever. "Ugh, I'm just gonna see what's on TV" he said, walking down to the living room area where the small TV was. There weren't that many channels, thanks to Kakuzu, but there had to be something interesting on right?

"Oh, okay," Nami said, going to the tv as well. Tv wasn't too much of an interesting thing for her, and even now it didn't sound too interesting, but there wasn't anything else to do, and she did have to follow Ryota around to serve him. "Is there anything you want?" she asked, wondering if there was anything he would want at the moment. He was probably hungry, knowing that he was a bottomless pit when it came to food.

Ryota dropped onto the couch and grabbed the remote that was lying there. He flicked it on and saw immediately, someone getting shot. He smirked and relaxed, wondering what the hell he was watching anyways. He glanced up as Nami asked if he wanted anything and he thought for a moment. "Well, there's alot that I want, but that you can get me, food" he said with a grin. Really, he had to admit it would be alot of fun to just list off all of the things he wanted, but he wouldn't be mean like that, not knowing how Nami would react to it anyways in the state she was in.

"Sure, and, um, anything in particular?" she asked him, thinking that he would probably say something they didn't have. They didn't have a lot of food in the first place, because of cheapskate Kakuzu, but they could make do with what they had, and Ryota basically ate anything that was edible. And a few things that weren't, sometimes out of stupidity, sometimes out of curiousity. He'd eat anything placed in front of him, probably, whether it be old food, or even melted, warm ice cream, he'd eat it in a flash, and then it'd be like the food never even existed. He was weird like that.

Ryota shrugged and sighed. "We probably don't have much, so whatever there is I guess" he said grudgingly. He was trying so hard to be nice to Nami while she was all messed up, but it was a struggle for him, not used to it at all. He would eat anything really, except ice cream at the moment, thanks to Nami's experimenting, but he was hungry, so he didn't care. He'd probably even eat ice cream. "As long as it's edible, I'm good" he grinned slightly, looking back to the TV to see another man shot in the head and he laughed.

She glanced at what he was watching once, then left for the kitchen. She dug through a bit of stuff, feeling kind of hungry herself, and found some pieces of bread, most had mold on it, but she tossed those out, wiping her hands on a random piece of fabric in the kitchen in disgust. She found some pickles that were warm and probably shouldn't be, and she found some meat. So she threw all the ingredients together to make a sandwhich for Ryota, while she just picked at some of the meat and bread. Pickles were nasty to her, so she wouldn't even lick her fingers after touching them. She brought it back to him, handing him the sandwhich, and taking a bite out of the bread she had.

Ryota watched whatever the hell it was that was on, scoffing as something exploded. "Come on, I could do better than that when i was three!" he muttered, shaking his head. "That's pathetic". He looked up when Nami can in and handed him a sandwich. "Thanks" he said happily, taking it and taking a large bite. It was pretty good, and he didn't care that half the food was probably gone bad. In a few minutes it was gone, and there was another pathetic attempt at an explosion. "Really. . . someone needs to teach that shithead how to blow shit up" he said, rolling his eyes.

"It's just a movie, though, they don't really need to know how to make professional explosions," Nami said, watching the tv with very little interest, seeing no real point to the show that was playing. She would perfer something not so....sudden, to say, rather not just senseless killing, and with something more to the point. Something that wasn't just for watching and laughing at. That was the kind of stuff Ryota watched, though, and it would proabably explain for the most part why he was the way he was. Annoying, and loved to blow stuff up for no reason other than fun.

"When I was three, I was far from professional, but I was better than that fucker" Ryota argued, of course. Really, it was pathetic that even the movie company or whatever it was, couldn't produce a better explosion than a three year old, even if it was in his genes, and he was brought up playing with them, no matter how dangerous it was. It wasn't exactly safe for him living in the Akatsuki base either anyways, so who cares? A commercial came on and he swore loudly. Commercials were pointless, and normally for stupid things that people didn't want or need. "Really. . . who ever pays attention to commercials anyways?" he asked with a sigh.

"Yes, but it was through your dad's influence and through your interest as well," she commented, thinking about it. What would make them worse than a three year old when it came to explosions? Well, it was the kid's dad's profession, so of course he had learned from the best when it came to explosions. "Besides, they might not be using C as you do, while they may be using hand crafted bombs." He was starting up a pointless argument, she could tell. And in the condition her emotions were in, she felt she probably should stay away from that. Who knew what would happen with her emotions if she fought with Ryota.

"Well if they're trying to blow someone up, I'm pretty sure they'd have some interest as well" Ryota said with a smirk. He didn't really understand how people could not love explosives, but the only people he knew of who did were he and his dad, and apparently his mother had as well. "No, even hand crafted bombs would do more than that. . . I wanna know what the hell they actually did for those" he shook his head, pitying the people who were obvioulsy so explosive-challenged. He wasn't really paying attention to the fact that Nami's emotions were all screwed up, so used to arguing with her.

"But....well, sure, they have some interest if they want it in the movie...but it isn't intentionally trying to be destructive...." She kept her head lowered, her voice shying away from speaking. Ryota seemed to have so much force when he thought something was right, even though it wasn't. He seemed dissapointed in a way of how the explosives on the tv were set. She didn't understand it, and would never care either, but this conversation was stupid. He had such dumb arguments. "I-I'm sorry, I don't know much about bombs..."