Annoyances **SasoriPuppet11**

Ryota walked through the halls slowly, dragging his feet. There had never been a time he was so bored. He walked into the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat but the fridge was empty except for a plate of unknown green lumps. Closing it in discust he walked into the main room, deciding the he was going to go piss Nami off. He saw her sitting there and an evil smirk appeared on his face. He walked up behind the couch and crouched down, resting his head on the back of the couch beside her. "Hey" he said, looking at her with a smile. He knew exactly how to piss her off, but he wasn't going to right away. He didn't want her to be expecting it even though he knew she probably would.

Nami sat contentedly on the couch, quietly enjoying the peace of the base. Sitting there idly was enough to keep her happy, well, other than fixing up her puppets that she had tried to keep hidden from a certain blonde. She felt the weight of the couch shift, then hearing the voice of the one who the puppets were hidden from.
"Hey," the pony-tailed blonde said with a smile. Nami glanced at him once, all hopes of a quiet day in the Akatsuki's base was gone now. She turned away from the annoying blonde, Ryota, hoping he would either go away, or she could hold her hands from his neck, not wanting to strangle him again and get in trouble not only with her dad, and his dad, but with the leader. She gave him an icy glare, then returned to staring at nothing.

Ryota tried not to laugh at her reaction. They weren't on exactly good terms very often. Mostly because of the blonde doing something stupid to piss Nami off. "Wuchya doin'?" he ased, crossing his arms on the back of the couch under his chin. He watched her carefully, enjoying being this close. Everyone knew of his 'infactuation' and he was often told that it was the reason he liked to bug her. He denied it every time the topic arose but nobody ever beleived him. He shifted closer to her slightly with a smirk on his face, hoping to get some sort of an answer or reaction from her other than a glare. But he never got his hopes up fr stuff like this.

Obviously, Ryota didn't plan on leaving any time soon, which made Nami need to surpress a sigh of showing her annoyed emotion. "Wuchya doin'?" He asked in his annoying voice, now Nami's thoughts had been confirmed as to why he was here. The same reason he was almost always here; to bug her until she did something to get back at him, and then both of them would get in trouble.
He wrapped his arms underneath him comfortably, settling in to get closer, and to prove he was there to stay. She not only sensed his muscels tensing, but then she saw him move closer. He smirked his trademark smirk that just proved how annoying he was at first glance.
"Get away from me, idiot, or you'll end up in my collection before you have the chance to ever smirk again," she said in a menacingly calm voice. Sure, she had been using that threat for a LONG time, but it seemed to have become a habit. Now she would say this everytime he came to bug her. Both knew she probably wouldn't, but who knows? Maybe she really would sometime.

Ryota got a hurt look on his face at her words. He looked at her sadly before looking away. "I'm not an idiot, and do you really want me to go away?" he said in a sad voice. He wasn't going to leave anyways, and he knew he was an idiot, as much as he denied it. He never took that threat seriously as he had heard it about a million times before and there he was, alive and annoying. The smirk was temporarily off his face but deffinitly not permanently. Looking away he tried his best to look sad but it was difficult and he wasn't sure if it worked or not. He hadn't moved away from Nami other than looking the other way but he shifted closer still, trying to hide the movement as he shifter his head back to look at her, hoping it wasn't as noticable.

Nami was throughly tempted to grab Ryota by the throat and wring him until the life was all out of him, but she had self control, and she kept it to herself, but other than a smack or two, she wouldn't actually kill him. Despite his extreme annoying-ness. "I'm not an idiot," he said in a whiney voice. "And do you really want me to go away?" In her mind, she answered, but aloud, she kept silent, ignoring him.
She could see the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, he was giving his all to try and not smirk. Or, at least not do his annoying grin for now. He hadn't moved away from her yet, much to her distaste, and he seemed to be moving closer yet. She decided to pretend not noticing, waiting for the right moment where she could lash out and maybe starttle him a bit.

Ryota gave up on trying to act hurt. Looking back to Nami he watched her silently, trying to decide what to do. His face was for once emotionless as he got lost in thought, trying to figure out what would make her snap. The blonde knew she was close to reacting anyways. His face was thoughtful as he shifted so that his face was about an inch from hers. "You really hate me don't you?"hesaid in a quiet voice. He wasn't one to be trouble by stuff like that normally as he brushed it off and continued to annoy people to hell. His brown eyes locked on Nami's as he tried to figure out what had made him ask that question.

It was clear that Ryota had stopped messing around with his pathetic sad act, and had now moved on to staring at her more. It made her uneasy, being looked at so intently, and by her friend too. He seemed lost in thought, for once, since he was more of the run-don't-walk kind of people. Then, he did something unexpected, even from her knowledge, she had never seen him do this.
He leaned in close to her face, she could even feel the breath coming from his nose and his mouth as he spoke softly. "You really hate me, don't you?" He asked this as though he was done fooling around and was on to serious bussiness. She looked at him slightly, avoiding eye contact was easy, so she just didn't have to look at him completely and keep her head to the side.
"Yes, at times, you're noisy, and too destructive, and you're the most annoying thing since Tobi." She answered, keeping her face blank, answering honestly. "But, I've known you long enough to still like you, even if you'll probably annoy me to death someday." She waited for an expression, then quickly added,"But who will it be the death of, we'll wait and see."

Ryota listened to her answer carefully. So she didn't hate him all the time after all. He was sure her answer would be a flat yes, as he always pestered her. "Well, deep down, I know you really love me" said with a smile. He kissed her on the cheek quickly and jumped up, turning to run, knowing that him kissing her wouldn't please her at all. He took a few steps back to the hallway but he tripped on the bottom of his cloak and came crashing to the ground. Muttering a stream of curses to his clumsyness he decided that he wasn't going to run, as seeing Nami's reaction would probably be funny as fuck, so he just lay on the ground.

Ryota looked thoughtful as he let Nami's words sink in and dechipher themselves to him. She waited almost impaitently for him to react, and he finally did, saying, "Well, deep down, I know you really love me." He grinned widely, showing his teeth before diving in quickly to kiss her cheek. She was somewhat appaled of his words, then shocked more so when he kissed her. He ran off, she could hear his foot steps in the halls, then a loud thump.
She shook off her state of shock, hopping off the back of the couch and running into the hallway he had dashed into. She saw him lying on the ground, looking at her with a sort of expected look. She glared at him, ignoring the rushing flashes of when he had kissed her and quickly and ran off. She was in his face in one quick moment, grabbing him by the neck of his cloak, but since he was bigger and older than her by a bit, well, bigger more than older, but she was unable to pick him up completly when she had these kind of disadvantages. She was ready to punch him good and hard in the face, knocking him into next week, but sometihng stopped her as she pulled her fist back. Someone was approaching.....

Ryota heard Nami coming after him and he began laughing when she got near. He couldn't help himself of course, getting into one of his insane laughing fits. He was proud of himself for kissing her but he knew he was in trouble now, still laughing as she grabbed him by the collar. He thought of trying to kiss her again to see what would happen but he decided against it, knowing he was in enough trouble with her as it was. He calmed his laughing quickly and looked into her eyes, awaiting her fist to his face. Hearing someone coming he turned his head to the side to see Sasori and Deidara walking down the hallway towards them. He laughed slightly and turned back to Nami. He knew their dads would stop them from fighting but it wouldn't really be ended. Only postponed.

Nami turned her head to see her father and Ryota's dad walking towards them. She released her grip on Ryota's front, letting him drop heavily with a satisfying thud. She inched away from him, looking away as if nothing had happened between them and Ryota had merely been clumsy and fallen.
Her father stopped conversing with his partner, turning toward their direction, gazing at the two of them standing there. As the two approached, she stood off to the side, waiting for them to pass by.

Ryota cursed when he hit the floor but he got up and brushed off his cloak. He watched as the two walked by, waving his hand with a grin on his face, nothing out of the normal for him other than the fact he wasn't yelling at the moment. The blonde watched as their dads walked by and around a corner. He looked back to Nami and smirked slightly, leaning against the wall behind him. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched her quietly, ready to defent himself if she attacked him again.

Nami almost groaned when she saw him wave and smile at their fathers, and then she almost lost it and went back to attack him when he smirked again. She would have attacked, but her dad, Sasori, was there so she had more self-control. As they turned the corner completly, she waited several seconds, noticing Ryota's body tense slightly, preparing itself if she attacked him.
Noticing this, she decided not to attack, just to mess with him. She looked at him once, then turned and walked away, acting as if he hadn't kissed her, and she hadn't been about to punch his lights out. She walked in the direction towards her room, hoping for some time to work on a puppet or two, if Ryota didn't come after her and try to annoy her again.

Ryota waited for her to attack him but when she turned and walked away he was slightly confused. Shrugging quickly he set off after Nami, walking quietly beside her. He wasn't used to being quiet but he had his lips pressed tightly together so he wouldn't talk. He knew that she was trying to mess with him when she left as she would have loved to beat him to a pulp right there. He wouldn't necessarily defend himself, allowing her to get rid of her anger. He looked at the red-head with a small smile, knowing where she was going. The blonde was probably going to do something stupid soon but for now he walked beside Nami quietly, looking down at her. The fact of their height difference was something that made Ryota laugh frequently, but he said nothing now as he acted nicely walking down the hallway. He knew that Nami would probably suspect something when he was acting nice like that but she would know that he was going to try to piss her off. It was a given.

She could sense his confusion, and heard him come after her, following beside her quietly. Somehow, he was managing to keep his mouth shut, and he didn't even have his guard up, like, he had dropped them even if he knew he'd get attcked sooner or later. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see a small grin spread across his tightly sealed lips. It was possible that he was thinking about something that was comical to him, or he was plotting what to do next. There was never a reason not to suspect Ryota of something, so she'd have to wait for him to be annoying again, which probably wouldn't take long. She knew her friend long enough that he couldn't hold onto the chance to mess with her for very long.
She was refraining from knocking him out again, trying to settle her mind by thinking about her art that she could work on. But of course, even that brought her thoughts about Ryota up again. He would destroy her art with explosions of his own that he and his dad claimed to be art. The whole base knew that Sasori and Deidara didn't comepletly get along, always arguing about the true meaning of art, and found it hilariously ironic that Ryota and Nami would argue about the same thing. Nami reached the hallway that her room was located in, stopping abruptly, seeing if Ryota intended to follow her even to her room.

Ryota tried not to sigh when they reached where Nami's room was. He knew she was going to leave him so he leaned against the wall when she stopped. The smile had vanished from his face as he desprately tried to think of a way to bug her before she went in her room. His face still calm he sighed. "Going to work on your 'art'?" he inquired as he watched her, crossing his arms over his chest. He knew that he would probably go back to wandering the halls with nothing to do once she was gone so he tried to prolong it the best he could.

As he leaned against the wall near her door, he sighed, and just by his body language Nami could tell he had resigned mostly from pestering her for the time being. His smile had vanished, leaving him with a look of boredom, and even the slightest amount of sadness. He was just standing there, she doubted he'd find something more to do, but she'd definetly enjoy the quiet again once he was gone.
"Going to work on your 'art'?" He asked, folding his arms across his broad chest. She turned to look at him, a stern, but calm expression was what she returned to him.
"Yes, I am, so why don't you go work on your so-called-'art'." This was more or less a statement rather than a question or a suggestion.

Ryota rolled his eyes at Nami's words. "Yeah well at least my art is art!" he said. His weight shifted slightly on the wall which caused him to start sliding. He flailed his arms slightly to try and keep his balanced and he cursed as he regained it and laughed slightly, leaning against the wall again as if that hadn't happened. He cleared his throat quietly and continued. "I really don't see how you find that art. You've been trying to tell me for I don't even know how long but I still don't get it" he shook his head, a smirk on his face. No matter how many times he was told that art is eternal he deffinitly didn't agree, and was no closer to getting why her and Sasori thought it was art. He knew this was distracting her slightly but he didn't know if she would know that he was trying to keep her from leaving or not, knowing that arguing over art was something that happened frequently.

"Your art? You wouldn't know what real art is even if it bit you." Nami shook her head in a disapproving way. She glared at him and his stupid ideas of what art truely was. Obviously, it was eternal, Ryota and his dad could never understand this. Art was never supposed to go out with a bang, because then it couldn't be appreciated.
"I really don't see how you find that ar," Ryota said, as he picked himself back up from nearly falling. "You've been trying to tell me for I don't even know how long, but I still don't get it." He shook his head in a manner that Nami had, that smirk once again on his face. Nami would have to find a way to get rid of it so she wouldn't have to see it again.
"You don't get it because you're an imbecile who can't even comprehend something that is told repeatativly to them," Nami hissed darkly at him. He really was an imbecile, and not just about art.

Ryota sighed. "Of course I fucking know what art is!" he rolled his eyes "You're obviously clueless when it comes to art" he said matter-of-factly. "Art's a BANG!". He knew arguing over art was pointless as none of the four who discussed it would ever be swayed from their idea of art but he argued anyways. He was always trying to prove a point when he wasn't being an idiot. He narrowed his eyes at her words even though he knew it was true. His IQ wasn't the lowest but when it came to common sense and remembering things he was the stupidest person on the planet. The fact that he never learned from his mistakes didn't help much either. "Ok I'm not that stupid!" he protested, though he knew it wouldn't help. He knew everyone he knew though he was an imbecile but he hated it when people called him one. Imbecile, idiot, retard, they were used alot.

This was getting them no where, and Nami was feeling her impaitent side creeping up. She saw two major options; either make him unconcious now, or just ignore him and try to get some work done. The first one seemed easier, but she'd most likely get in trouble with Ryota's dad, Deidara, and possibly even her dad, Sasori.
The second option didn't seem likely to work, because she knew in the end she'd just end up punching his lights out into next week later on when he bugged her. She sighed, ignoring Deidara while she thought over how to get back to work.

Ryota remained silent when Nami didn't object and he studied her face as she seemed to be thinking. Realizing that this was his last opportunity to annoy her he let his head fall back and he looked at the ceiling. He concidered different ways he could bug her and tried to pick which one would be best in this situation. He started humming quietly as he thought, something more out of habit than anything else. It always helped him think when it distracted and annoyed most other people. The song was his mom's favorite, or so he had been told. He looked back to the short red-head and decided that he would just plain annoy her. Smirking slightly he walked up behind her and tugged on her hair, humming louder, and a more obnoxious song.

Nami was brought out of her thoughts as she felt a tug to her head. She realized Ryota was humming an obnoxious tune, and he was pulling at her hair. As he pulled, he hummed something even more annoying than the last. She swated his hand away, giving him a look. Maybe hitting him wouldn't be such a bad idea, despite getting in a little trouble. At least he'd be quiet for a while. If this was the way he was going to pester her, than he'd be hard to ignore, and way better off unconcious or maybe even hospitalized where he could leave until they fixed him all up and said he could go. That could maybe buy her enough time to get some work done. But of course, she'd likely get in trouble and end up farther away from her beloved puppets than before. She sighed, always conciquences, never enough open time to work on her art while Ryota was around.
She looked back up at him, looking at his facial features to see if anything could be done about this pestering idiot.

Ryota laughed slightly as she swatted his hand away and he just dropped it to start poking her shoulder quickly. Stopping his humming he began to say her name again, and again, and again. "NamiNamiNamiNamiNamiNamiNamiNamiNamiNamiNamiNamiNamiNamiNami!!" He said, a big grin on his face. He usually used this method on Itachi, to see how far he could push the Uchiha before he got a reaction. Usually the raven-haired man would grab his wrist and twist it before walking away but sometimes he just ignored the blonde until he got bored and stopped. He knew it was one of the most annoying things he could do which is why he only used it when he was desperate to piss someone off. He ran out of breath while saying her name so he took a deep breath and continued.