Annoyances **SasoriPuppet11**

Nami just raised an eyebrow at him, not understanding how he could possibly not understand any of that, and she had explained it so simply for him, too. She just nodded when he put his own translation in, seeing that she probably couldn't get any further with that subject. He was an idiot, and it would always be frustrating to her that he could never understand the simplest thing. She could feel frustration creeping up on her now, even.

Ryota glanced up at his drawing and laughed. He could tell that she was getting frustrated from the expression on her face. "What, was it something I said?" he asked innocently, grinning. He really had to push things farther, no matter what, even if they would get him killed. He would probably end up dying that way, and he knew it.

"Uhm...... well....." she started, unsure if she was going to be blunt about it or not. If she wasn't, she'd more than likely wind up going back to being embarressed, because there was no doubt that he'd think of something to get her back into that flustered state. Now she felt like she was taking too long to answer, so she tried to put an answer forth. "N-no, but..uh-um, yes, sort of....." She tried to think of a better answer, because now he might tease her about saying yes and no and also saying sort of.

Ryota laughed, grinning in amusement. "So. . . you're not exactly sure why you're getting pissed?" he questioned, lowering he sketchbook to laugh some more. Really, he was getting quite a bit of amusement out of Nami being messed in the head. "You really have problems, you know that?" he grinned. Glancing down at his paper he added a bit more lead to the drawing before looking back up at Nami, his drawing not seeming nearly as interesting as the real Nami being funny right in front of him.

"Er, I gu-guess," she said as he questioned her reason for getting mad and whether or not she knew why she was even getting mad. He kept glancing down at his sketch book, and back to her. Either he really was drawing something with her again, or he was trying to draw and be polite at the same time by making eye contact when he spoke. And it certainly couldn't be the polite thing. He had to be drawing something of her. "Ah, I'm s-sorry," she apologized quickly as he commented that she had problems. "I-it's just the emotions that I'm n-not used to. I'll fi-fix it, I will."

Ryota grinned and shook his head, checking on his pencil absently. "Nah, I think I like you better this way" he spoke around the pencil, still grinning. "You're much funnier all messed up" the grin turned to more of a smirk, and he took the pencil out of his mouth, finishing the sketch of Nami being embarassed in about 30 seconds and he showed it to her. "This is what you looked like awhile ago" he said with a grin.

"O-oh, okay..." she said, blushing again. She didn't think it was a compliment, more like something being sarcastic, or maybe he was actually saying he liked her being more emotional, but he made it clear that he only liked it for his kicks. He showed her the picture he had drawn, confirming her suspicions. "A-ah!" she yelped, flushing deeper. Ugh, not this again..... she was hating this so very much right now. "Wh-why did you draw that?" she asked, squeaking in embarressment. Had she been in her normal state, she could just ignore it, maybe tearing it up. But had she been in her normal state, he wouldn't have it in the first place.

Ryota burst out laughing again, grinning evilly. The picture made him laugh, but the real thing was even better, especially since she attempted to talk properly. "I drew it because it's hilarious, and I can bug you for the rest of your life" he calmed his laughing other than a snicker ever few moments, but he continued to grin. Really, he was having more fun than he'd had in a long time.

She whimpered, a sound she didn't even think existed, let along a sound that she could make. This was turning out badly, as if she thought it were bad enough, she could see Ryota enjoying this more and more as he himself made it worse and worse. He was basically at fault for a ll of this, as was he always for everything.

Ryota's grin widened and he laughed once more. "I'm so mean, aren't I?" he asked, knowing fully well that it was true, so he didn't even need to ask. He laughed and shook his head, turning the picture back around to face him. "It's so much fun to bug you!" he exclaimed, as if he didn't make it obvious already.

She just sort of nodded, since she knew that he already knew that he was mean. He turned the picture of her embarressed back to him, laughing. He pointed out the obvious, something they both could full well see. "Um, okay," she answered, just nodding to what he said, not knowing what else she could say to this. There really wasn't anything she could say to this.

Ryota flipped the page in his sketchbook with a broad grin, which faltered a bit when he saw that it was the last page. "Fuck" he hissed. He had to make the drawing worthwhile, so he looked around the room, trying to think of some inspiration, the conversation becoming quickly lost in his mind. His gaze rested on Nami and he gazed at her intently but not really seeing her, his mind working quickly for the first time in his life, having no idea what to draw.

She heard him curse, wondering what he was swearing about now. He looked kind of angry, then he started staring at her. She suddenly felt selfconcious. Very, very self conscious. SHe looked away, trying to ingore the eyes she could feel on her. SHe didn't like this, because it was making her feel guilty for some unreasonable thing. "Wha-what are you doing?" she asked she felt like she could no longer take the intent gaze of him.

Ryota was still staring at her when he heard Nami's question and his eyes actually focused on her. "Wha- oh, I'm trying to think of something to draw" he said absently, his mind still running through his options. There were so many things he could draw, but none were good enough. "Gah! I can't think of something good to draw!" he exclaimed, running a hand through his nhair in frustration.

"Oh, um....how about you draw your clay art things? You could draw those, right?" she suggested, questioning if he liked to draw the same things he created with the explosive clay. "Or you could draw something that makes you happy, then if you always looked at it, you could be happy." SHe thought that maybe he would draw food or something, but then again, that would probably only make him hungry, then he might attempt to eat the piece of paper that he had drawn on.

Ryota listened to her suggestions, thinking through them quickly. "Something that makes me happy. . . " he repeated under his breath, a grin spreading across his face. He chuckled and looked at the page, planning it out quickly. He got the proportions and plan down on the paper, smirking already. He was going to draw him stabbing Tobi with the Mizuookami, which made him happy obviously, but if he had drawn him blowing Tobi up it wouldn't really be distinguishable who he was killing, so his sword would have to do. "Tobi's gonna die" he said with a laugh. He really liked this idea.

She just sighed as he laughed out the most obvious thing he could have drawn. Tobi dying. She should have guessed that before she suggested anything. "Of course," she muttered under her breath, wondering how he'd be killing the orange masked member. It could range from blowing up, to stabbing, to even eating him. Ryota had all kinds of crazy ideas running through his head sometimes, so it could really be anything that involved the death of the second most annoying Akatsuki in the base.

Ryota drew quickly once more, the pencil forming the shapes of him and the masked moron, the grin never leaving his face, which he put on the drawing of him as well, since he would obviously be grinning while killing Tobi. The idiot was lying on the ground with the blonde's sword sticking out of him, and blood spilling out his stomach. Ryota made sure that it was perfect, detailing every little bit. "Really I don't see why nobody has killed that little shit head yet, other than the fact that he doesn't seem to die" he muttered, the pencil scratching on the paper.

"We can't," Nami answered for what she remembered could be the thousandth time. He was always asking this. He asked everybody, even Itachi who didn't even answer back. Everyone would insult him, or tell him that he couldn't kill one of the other members. He'd always ask again though, for some reason, and like most other reasons, it didn't stay in his head, or he didn't care and liked to ask again anyways. "Killing another member is an offense of a traitor, and Leader Pein would kill any traitors." If by accident someone died, than that would sort of be a little different. Like, if someone was killed in Deidara's explosions, then that would be considered an accident...kind of. But then the punishment for that would still probably be death.

((XO i come home to see that my reply didn't send. . . damnit! i think its cuz my internet froze while it was closing so it fucked up. . . sorry! ugh my aunts conrered me while i was at dinner and they painted my nails bright neon orange >.> i like bright colours, but on my nails!?))

Ryota stuck his tongue out, making a face. "Meh. . . like I care" he said with a shake of his head. He continued to draw the scene, thinking of ways that he could kill the idiot without getting in trouble. "I can always like. . . set a trap to kill him. . . that way Pein won't know who did it" he said with an approving nod at his own plan that probably wouldn't work anyways. He felt so smart coming up with plans like that, even if there was no way they would work.

"No, I don't think that would work....." she said, thinking about it more. "I'm almost sure there is a way for Leader Pein to find out a way as to who set the trap." Besides, Ryota probably couldn't think of anything more clever than a stick holding a box up with a candy bar under neath. Chances were that that was the smartest thing he could think of. "Even if you could set a trap up, how do well do you think it would pull off? What would your precentage of success be?"

Ryota rolled his eyes. "Of course it would work!" he said in exasperation. Really, even Pein couldn't get to the bottom of one of his super-aweseme plans. He added more blood spilling out of Tobi in his drawing, thinking about the next question. "100% chance" he said certainly, nodding. "There's no margin for error here. . . no chance I can fail" he started thinking, wondering what the hell he would do as a trap anyways. "None of my plans ever go wrong. None at all" he did a quick mental check of which of his plans have ever succeeded, realizing that none of them had, but he didn't say anything about that.

Nami didn't say anything to this, waiting for him to realize that none of his own plans had ever gone through to succession, and on missions, everything he did he pretty much screwed up. Hers were more thought out, unlike his. He got one idea in his head, then jump in and try to wing it from there. Hers were thought out all the way, and even had "what ifs" to them, in case something happened, she still had all the details worked out. "One hundred percent chance, huh?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ryota nodded and smiled, complete confidence in his plotting skills. He had never died yet, had he? So that must mean that his plans were amazing enough to keep him of all people, alive. "One hundred percent" he repeated, nodding in agreement, with what, he wasn't sure. "Hmm. . . I could always just poison his food or something. . . you're good with poisons, what do you reccomend I use?" he asked, glancing up from his drawing.

Nami perked her head up at the word poison. Of course she was good with them, not as good as her father, maybe, but she was working on it. Just like she was working on her ability with puppets, trying to become as skilled as her father. "I would recomend the scorpion's poison. Depending on which type you use, you can range from paralysis, disintegraton of the insides, to slow, painful death." Thing is, he couldn't get these things, so she didn't tell him any of the things he could get. "You'd have to find a professional extracter to obtain the venom of such creatures, though, otherwise, trying yourself could prove fatal."