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Pein: Hidan, will you kill us heathens?

Hidan: No, but I'd like to.

☱ 小鳥、小鳥 | — At first, Deidara thought he was just hearing things when he heard a familiar voice and nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels the tap on his shoulder. From the sudden fright, he manages to face the voice he only known to have belong to Konan. He must admit he’s relatively surprised to see this woman alive after all this time. 

Deidara calms himself from the heart attack he nearly had and straightens himself out enough. He quickly looks her over, noting how different she appeared without the infamous Akatsuki cloak. The bomber isn’t too sure how to answer the question, so instead he decides to avoid it. “You should know better not to sneak up on another shinobi, yeah. Could get yourself killed,” he cautiously scolds.

She chuckled, at his retort and small jump. “Welcome to Amegakure by the way.” Smiling at her friend Konan wasn’t this expressive usually, she didn’t know why, but did it really matter at this point? “You missed his funeral...as did most of the others.” The angel held out her hand to see how bad the rain would become.

"Would you sleep with a stranger?"

"You're a god/goddess..."

"I'm not wearing any underwear..."

"I'm completely naked under all these clothes."

"You're my fetish."

"Can I feel between those thighs of yours?"

"I wouldn't tell you to stop."

"You're so cute when you're flustered."

"I know you like me, don't deny it."

"You want it, don't you?"

"You've a beautiful name, wanna hear me moan it?"

"Nice ass..."

Konan: Looks like this calls for drastic measures

Konan: PEIN'S PEIRCINGS SUCK!

Pein: WHY YOU GOTTA SAY THAT?!

       “How do you think I feel, Konan? I feel         like shit. I’ve been in a fucking hole for         3 years blown to pieces.”