Ice: ………I have no comment.
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Konan held a small piercing gun in her hand, looking at the auburn haired man in bewilderment.
"Why do you want to do this again?"
"So people will stop saying I'm the Yondaime with dyed hair! I'm not!" She sighed loudly, twirling the gun in her right hand, her eyes drifting from it to him.
"And why do you want me to do this, exactly?" As if the answer wasn't obvious enough, she thought slightly sourly.
"Because I trust you."
"Why not like…Itachi, or…well……Itachi?" She shivered at the thought of anyone else. Especially Tobi. The poor one would end up killing Pein and himself. And not with the piercing gun. With the piercing.
Sighing, she held it steadily in her hand, aiming it at each side of his nose.
"Alright. This might hurt a little…"
"OH GOD! I THINK ONE OF THEM WENT INTO MY BRAIN!"
"YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WANTED IT! SO SHUT UP!"
Kisame and Itachi looked at each other with utter horror.
"What do you think they're doing in there, man?"
"…Honestly Kisame, I don't want to know."