LAST CHAPTER, GUYS!!! ;w; Wow….I gotta say, it feels awfully weird to be ending this….hm, my first completed fic. Stay tunned for a big bad THANKYAVERYMUCH :D in the authors note, y’all!!!! w;;;;;;

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Chapter 14: Epilogue

“So…” Deidara drawled out, trying his best to look innocent and unsuspecting, “…you guys ‘do it’, yet, hmm?”

“Agh! C’mon! Already starting with the f—king relationship trivia?! Jashin-d—n it, Deidara, we just got back to the f—king base!”

Chuckling like a madman, the bomber sprinted easily out of the pike’s range, the very flustered man wielding it not paying enough attention. “I swear on Jashin’s holy name, I’ll get you, blondie!”

“Oh, so the bishi’s got game, un?” The other taunted, earning another destructive strike from the ‘holy man’.

Kakuzu, Sasori, and Itachi sat back at the kitchen table, busying themselves with ‘better’ things. As the miser counted out the bounty money for the fifth time, he sighed deeply, knowing Leader would not be happy if the living room were destroyed, but feeling much too worn out to actually do anything about it yet…A few moments from returning to the base and already the two brats had started a fight.

“What’s wrong, Kakuzu?”

Whipping his head up, the banker looked over towards Itachi, who was not even looking at Kakuzu himself. “Hm…the annoying idiot.” He breathed nonchalantly, earning a single nod from the Uchiha as he finished off another stick of dango.

“Well, see that you don’t kill this one, hm?…might end up with someone even more annoying.” Sasori broke in, the humor almost unrecognizable in his voice as he tinkered with what looked a new puppet. A ghost of a smirk played on his young features. “You know, it’s not just you who suffers from your partner’s loud mouth…”

“Quite…they all seem to lack any respect for others…” Itachi trailed off, seizing another dango from the bad in his lap.

Giving a blank glance towards the living room, the stitched man smirked bitterly under his mask. “Hm…I can’t imagine anyone worse than Hidan…” Giving a deep chuckle, he turned back to his money. “…Probably kill myself if I had another annoying partner after him…”

“…he trumps all the fools in the deck.” Sasori practically finished the scentence for him, a knowing smirk now plainly on his face.

Kakuzu stared briefly at the puppet master, mind wondering to the two artists for a moment. With a quick nod, he looked down and began to count again.

The three men sat in silence, save for the continuing taunts and yells from the other room.

“K-kuzu! Come in here and help me, you b-----d!”

“…not a chance, idiot.”

“Er….K-kuzu-chan! C’mon, help me!,,,ah, f—king please?”

The miser paused briefly in his counting, glancing amusedly to the doorway separating the living room and kitchen. Heaving a sigh, he got up from his chair and walked towards the commotion. “You’re such a baby, oh-all-mighty-desiple-of-Jashin.”

“Argh! I hate you all!”

Smirking, Kakuzu walked in to break up the fight, whispering in voice barely audible, “Love you too, moron,”…and as silent prayers are heard from unseen gods, the dullest whisper was heard from the zealous priest…a pout and demand for massacre of the blond met as it’s answer.

A/N: …………..wow……………Hm. :3 I-it’s over?! XD Hahahaha! I’m shocked, actually! Don’t worry, though, this ain’t no grammy awards, so I won’t start crying or anything. I do, however, want to thank all of the fans who have endured this cruddy fic ^_^;

Hidan: Yeah, you b---hes! ^w^ Thanks for supporting this f—ktard’s story! Huh, though it’s obvious you all read it cause of yours truly, right? ;3

Kakuzu: Shut your mouth before I sew it shut, moron! -___-;….the real reason they read it is because that idiot writer made it free! *many angry noises*

___; Um, yeah…sorry if it sucks, but I feel satisfied with it…If you’d like to make any requests for new fics or ask me to do any drawings from this, go right ahead! ^___^

THANK YOU ALL FOR READING!!!!!!!!!