Annoyances **SasoriPuppet11**

"Yeah, wing it, like you said," she muttered, staring at the map and trying to navigate the way without tripping or anything. Which place was the nearest one? The map showed regions of the nations, so which one would they stop at first? Konoha, the Leaf village, seemed like the absolute worst place to try right now, since they had just killed four people from there. Where else they could try?

Ryota hobbled over to Nami, peering down at the map. "So. . . we're here?" he guessed, sticking his finger down on a part of the paper. "Then why don't we. . . walking this way. . ." he traced a route with his finger, making it up as he went "and then see if there are any stores on the way to the chocolate shop that should be. . ." he narrowed his eyes at the map before stabbing it triumphantly. "There" he grinned, loving his plan. All of his shopping expeditions ended up there, and he never knew how to get back.

Nami nodded, just agreeing with whatever he was saying, not actually listening to instructions from him. He was useless when it came to this stuff, plus giving orders. He was useless for a lot of things, but that was his problem. She'd do whatever, and he could do whatever. Things might work better that way.

Ryota hobbled back over to his dad, and they resumed their conversation of pointlessness. The two blondes weren't really paying attention to where they were goin, despite the route Ryota had created. He was completely oblivious to the strange looks that the three of them were getting. When he did notice, he looked around, glaring at a little girl for staring at him, flipping her off and sticking his tongue out at her. "Little shit. . . " he muttered, turning his attention back to in front of him so he didn't fall.

Nami was getting odd stares from people around them, what with her in a maid's dress, accompanying two guys, one injured, and herself injured as well. She didn't like the looks people were giving her. They made her feel self conscious again. She wasn't sure what would be better, to stand farther away from the two guys, or stand closer, so people didn't try anything. She kept her head down to avoid people's eyes.

Ryota caught sight of a store out of the corner of his eye as he talked with his dad, and he stopped. He stood on his good leg and lifted the crutch, waving it at the store. "OOOOOH!! LOOK THERE'S ONE THERE!!!!" he yelled, attracting the attention of everyone around. He glanced around the people staring at him and raised an eyebrow. "What the fuck are you all staring at?" he asked, completely confused. He was used to being inside the base, where he would yell, and nobody would look at him at all, and now everyone was just staring.

They were drawing so much unwanted, and not to mention very awkward, attention. Nami wasn't used to this many eyes on them. The residents of the village and some of the nin stared at them not suspicously, as they were accustomed to, but more like, "Who are these freaks? What are they doing here?" Nami looked to Ryota who was questioning people's gazes. "Ryota, you're not supposed to yell in public places... people will stare..."

Ryota continued to look at the people with a raised eyebrow, glancing down at Nami when she spoke to him. "But why would people stare? I always yell. . ." he said, not comprehending that people weren't used to morons all beaten up limping into the place and screaming at the top of his lungs. A few of the people watching stopped staring and continued on their way, but most of them still started at Deidara, Nami, and him. Deidara was grinning, and laughing quietly.
"Ryota, you're worse than your mom, un" he said, shaking his head.

"Because.... I don't think people yell like you do, not in public," she told him quietly, trying to keep her eyes locked on his so she didn't have to make any kind of eye contact with the people on the side who stared. Nami looked to Deidara when he spoke, just using that as another reason not to look at those around them. She didn't know much about Ryota's mom, Deidara's wife, but she must have been like them, if Ryota was like this.

Ryota raised an eyebrow, wondering why people were so messed up in the head, even if it was him who was messed up. "Why wouldn't people yell? that's just weird. . . oh well. You people have fun being fucked up" He said cheerfully, giving the people a bright smile and making his way to the store he had pointed out, people still staring at him, a few of them looking offended. He passed one old lady who had a shocked look on her face.
"Young people these days and their language. It's barbaric!" she exclaimed to herself quietly. The blonde turned to glare at her, flipping her off before walking inside the shop, not really caring if his father and Nami were following, though he was sure they were.

Nami sighed in exasperation as Ryota made the situation worse by aggrivating some old lady. He didn't seem to care how he treated outsiders. Or how to properly communicate with regular people and not physcotic, crazed murdurers called the Akatsuki. Ryota sure knew how to get these people angry or annoyed, even though they didn't know him well, they already didn't like him very much. "Ryota," Nami sighed, "I'm sure you're supposed to get along with others out in public...not agrrivate them."

Ryota rolled his eyes as he was told that he was supposed to get along with people. "Meh, I don't get along with anyone, in case you havn't noticed" he said with a grin. Really, the only people he got along with really was Nami sometimes, and his dad, who he fought with as well, so technicslly, nobody completely. He wandered through the store, getting more weird looks. "Wait, what's on that list Nami?" he asked after a moment, having no idea what he was supposed to be looking for.

"Mostly food," she said, handing him the list to look at for himself. This felt completely unorganized because none of them actually knew where to go or what to do. She was surprised he hadn't just said to ignore the list, grab whatever they could find and carry and go. Stealing was much better for Kakuzu's money, so she was surprised nobody had ever said anything about stealing. Or wait, maybe Pein had. Something about not wanting to be mentioned too much, not wanting to attract attention just yet. Could be that.

Ryota nodded, takign the list and looking at it, and looking around, seeing most of the items there. He normally did just take stuff and run but he was a bit impaired at the moment, not able to carry much or run, which ruined the entire thing. "Well, we can get most of this shit here. . . but where the fuck are we gonna go to the rest?" he sighed, completely ignoring the dirty looks he was receiving from the old lady at his rudeness and continuous swearing.

"As you planned before," Nami said, " we just wing it." Deidara didn't seem to be complaining or offering any kinds of tips here. She didn't know much of what to do at the moment right now either, and as much as she hated it, she would have to go with his half plan from earlier of winging it. She never tried winging something before, but this at the moment, was their only option.

Ryota nodded and grinned. "Good point" he said with a laugh. He limped down the aisles, picking up a few things that were on the list before the only arm he could use to carry things was full, and it was his broken arm too, which made it extremely awkward. "Okaaaay. . . well I'm screwed already" He said brightly, looking down at the three items in his arms, and thinking of the other shit they were supposed to be getting.

"Well...how did you do this before you had a broken arm?" Nami asked, trying to remember for herself what she had done. It had actually been a while since she had gone shopping for the base, because since she was Ryota's maid, she had to stay behind. She supposed that was the only all right thing with being his maid. She wasn't forced to do the shopping. She would have remembered nearly on the spot, had she not had all the conflicting emotions making her forget, recalling other things, or just being annoying and distracting.

Ryota shrugged, glancing over at his dad, who was grabbing a few things that were on the list. "I just grabbed a bunch of shit and ran. . . with two arms I can normally carry it all. . . but I've got this stupid crutch so I can't. Plus the arm I CAN use, is broken, which makes it harder to carry things" he explained, wondering if he could grab a few more things, shoving them in his pockets maybe, if they were small enough.

Nami nodded and grabbed all she could hold with two arms that was on the list. It wasn't as much as the taller people with longer arms could carry, but it was enough. "Okay, so we can just maybe make a couple trips?" she suggested, trying to balance everything she could carry. "Maybe we could--" she stopped and nearly dropped all the things she was holding onto, as six nin, like the ones they had fought earlier, jumped in, stratagizing loudly. Obviously they were nin from the same village as the ones that they had killed, and must have tracked them down when their friends didn't come back. One was loudly yelling about avenging 'his' Naruto, there was a loud girl telling him to shut up, and a quieter, boring looking boy just ignorring all of them. There were two others, but they didn't look very important.

Ryota shurgged at her suggestion, not really caring. "Sure. . . if we can find our way back here, seeing as I don't think anyone was really paying attention on how to get here" he said. He glanced up as she stopped talking and he saw the six ninjas from the same village as the morons they had killed earlier. "Oh shit" was all he said, letting go of the three things in his arms and dropping the crutch. He wasn't carrying any weapons, as stupid as that was. He had gone from knocked out in Sasori's room, to the couch, not needing anything there, before they had gotten up to go shopping. "Crap crap crap FUCK!" the last word wasn't meant to be as loud as it was, but it attracted the attention of the six nin, and he swore again. He glanced over at his dad, who was glaring at the six of them, or rather, one in particular. Ryota raised an eyebrow, noticing that the one Deidara was staring at looked a bit like Itachi. "Shit! Dad, d'you have clay or something?" he asked, his eyes a bit panicked. Two unarmed injured kids, and one hopefully armed adult, against six armed perfectly fine enemies, who were no doubt there for them. His dad tossed a bag of clay at him which he took gratefully, not feeling as naked as he was before, but that still left Nami, who had no weapons, and was wearing a maid's dress.

Nami quickly ran through her thought on how she could fight. She was injured, and so was Ryota, but he was going to use clay, if his dad had brought any. The two kids both had some handicaps here, while the other sx would show no mercy. Nami had been careless enough not to bring her swords or any of her puppets. Turns out Deidara did have some clay on him, and he tossed it to his son, now only Nami was defenseless. She looked around almost desperatly for a weapon, which must have looked a little stupid. Three Akatsuki members out shopping, wounded, searching for weapons? Seriously, how much worse could this be? She found none, but she backed herself up until she could find something to fight with.

Ryota backed up a bit, the only arm he could really use having the hand in the clay already. "Shit shit shit shit" he muttered, the six nin advancing on them already. He backed up a bit, glancing around to see that Nami was completely weaponless, and in the state she was in, he had no idea if she'd be able to figt properly. "Dad! Kunai? Anything?" he called, catching the three kunai that were tossed to him. "Nami!" he decided to call her name before tossing them at her, forming clay figures as quickly as possible.

Nami turned her head at the sound of her name. She saw Ryota toss her three kunai, and she caught them, brandishing them to use as her only attack and defense. It wasn't a sword, nor would it ever be like one of her twin katanas, but it would make due. It would have to. Three of them. Two would be her 'katanas', and the other would be a throwing object used to scatter them. With a flick of her wrist, she aimed the throwing kunai at the center of the six, causing them to either jump to the side, jump back, or charge forward at their smaller group. Now that they were on the move, the real fight would start. Villagers of the village had long evacutated, running and screaming, getting away from the fight as quick as they could.

Ryota backed up a bit as Nami threw one of the kunai at them, causing them to scatter, and the fight to begin. He was really in no fit state to fight, so he was relying on his clay, which he threw in the air, the birds zooming towards the kid who was complaining about 'his' Naruto. "KATSU!" he yelled, making the handsign as best he could with the cast partially covering his hand from his arm. He sent more explosives at them, dodging their attacks as best he could, being as crippled as he was. He winced as a kunai bit into his arm, but he ignored it, using the clay quickly and effectively. He wasn't paying attention to what was happening to the other two, just concentrating on the two people attacking him, swearing loudly as he fought.

Nami was fighting with the small kunai as best as she could, going blade to blade with one of the girls of the group. A girl with a hoodie and blue hair, her eyes grey with veins sticking up around them. Nami and the girl clashed violently with the kunai, sometimes knicking the other, but never actually making a direct move. Thanks to Nami's wounds, it had set her to an even level with this nin.