Disclaimer: I don't own the Akatsuki, or the Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and Dragon Ball Z characters (or Mukuro-sama's laugh). I do, however, own the plot (what IS the plot, anyway?), and anything else you don't recognize.
It was a week after Tobi ate Orochimaru's head, and it was all very boring. Everyone still avoiding Tobi, Deidara was still trying to kill himself, Itachi was still weird, Kisame was still a shark-man-hybrid-thing, Sasori was still gay for Deidara, Zetsu was still eating people, Hidan was still cursing ("HIS SWEARING LEVEL IS OVER NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE THOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDD!" Vegeta yelled, breaking his Swear-o-Meter.), Pein-sama was still God, Konan was still God's Angel, and... Wait, who else is there?
They were playing Truth or Dare in a circle, because they had nothing else to do.
Suddenly, the electricity died!
"EHMAGAWD!" Deidara screamed, clutching the arm of the person nearest to him (who just happened to be Sasori) in fright. "WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE, UN!"
Pein-sama face-palmed. "Why do you say that?"
"In horror movies, the electricity blows out, and then people are picked off, one by one, un!" Deidara rolled his eyes. "Don't you ever watch those, un?"
"No, I have better things to do in my free time."
Deidara gasped. "Horror movies are not pointless, un!"
Kisame rolled his eyes, and stood up. "I'll go check if the shower's working." He pulled his flashlight out of his pocket, and turned it on; the beam happened to fall on Deidara and Sasori. Deidara immediately pulled his hands away, looking embarrassed.
"Don't you ever watch horror movies?" Pein-sama demanded, blatantly ignoring the fact he had just told Deidara he had better things to do than watch scary movies. "Rule number three states that you are not to take a shower during a time like this!"
"Yeah, we aren't supposed to split up, either," Konan added.
"You really believe that stuff?" Kisame asked in disbelief. "It's all rubbish."
"We aren't taking chances," Sasori sighed.
"Whatever. See you guys later." Kisame stomped off.
The remaining Akatsuki looked at each other. "He's dead," Itachi decided. "Should we host a funeral?"
"Hell no!" Deidara exclaimed. "He ignored our warnings; he doesn't deserve a funeral, un. We should just feed him to Zetsu, un." That was when they noticed Zetsu was gone... "... OH HELL NO."
"Should we host a funeral for him?" Konan asked, rolling her eyes.
Sasori raised an eyebrow. "So... Which one of you wants to go find him?"
No one replied. Pfft, it's not as if they would really miss Zetsu, anyway; after all, he was a cannibal-ish half-plant, half-man thing.
Sasori sighed. "Let's vote on it, then."
"I vote you go, if you're so fuckin' worried about him!" Hidan declared.
"NO!" Deidara squealed. Everyone turned to look at him. "If Sasori dies, who will make me a puppet, un?! Hmm?! That's right—NO ONE, un! I need him to stay here and not get killed or anything, because he needs to turn me into a bloody puppet, un!"
"I never knew you cared so much for me," Sasori cooed, snickering.
Deidara's face turned red. "Sh-shut up, un!" he snapped, crossing his arms.
"Aw, don't be that way, baby!" Sasori wrapped an arm around Deidara's waist, still snickering.
Deidara shoved his arm away. "Get the fuck away, un!"
"Isn't this supposed to be like a horror movie, and not a stupid romance?" Itachi asked dully.
"Oh, yeah..." Pein-sama blinked.
Kisame waved the flashlight around when he heard a light squeak. "Who's there?" he demanded.
No one answered, of course.
He sighed. "It must be my imagination..."
"Could be," agreed a female voice. Kisame's mouth was covered, and, before he could do anything, he was out cold.
The girl nodded in satisfaction. "I never thought it would be so successful." She looked around. "Now, to find the next unlucky victim..."
She scurried off, laughing in a weird way. It sounded like kufufufufufufu!
When she was out of sight of the camera, there was a loud banging noise, and something crashed to the floor, shattering. "DAMN YOU, MUKURO-SAMA!" the girl's voice yelled shrilly, so it could be assumed that she was shaking her fist at the ceiling.