Hey Mada-....Tobi-Chan~! :D Can We Talk To Ya~?

Roy dragged Cooky along, heading to the Akatsuki base and kicking down the door...yet again. "OI! TOBI! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!" She shouted, glancing at Cooky. "This'll get him to shut up..." She added, giving a thumbs up to Cooky and grinning.

Tobi's head turned from somewhere in the base as he heard his name, "COMING~!"

Running wildly, with arms flailing, he skidded to a stop in front of them both, "Does Cooky-chan and Roy-chan want something from Tobi?!"

Roy looked around, making sure no one was around, grabbed "Tobi" and dragged them all into a room. Thankfully it was empty.

"Come out and play Madara.." She muttered, taking the mask off. "Alright, listen up punk. You're going to spend some quality time with my lil lover right here. Got it?" She said, pointing to Cooky, who she already knew was probably waving like an idiot.

Madara frowned as he took his mask back from Roy, "And why would I do that? Can you not take care of your own, uh, 'Little Lover'?

Roy blinked, "...Not right now...I uh..." She paused, trying to think of an excuse. "Have a date...?" It came out more of a question, but she hoped it might pass off.

Madara sighed in irratation, "Even if you do have a date-" He paused remembering her talking about some guy problem, "-Why would I want to take care of her?" He said, pointing at Cooky, "Surely she'd have more fun with...Deidara?"

Inside Roy's mind she was doing a happy dance. 'He believed me~! Just...glad he didn't ask who...cause I'd be screwed...I don't even have a date...boyfriend...thing.' She thought to herself before shaking her head.

"Cause...I said you should. Plus...you don't remember her?" She asks, pointing at Cooky like, "Ah...remember teh Cooky~!"

He shrugged, "Of course I do...she's as loud as Tobi." He sighed.

Cooky sweatdropped at the conversation. How did she even get here?

"You're so kind." She drawled sarcastically. She instantly grabbed at Roy's elbow, hissing in her ear. "Can we go now? I'm kind of attatched to keeping my head. LITERALLY attatched."

Roy grinned and pushed Cooky into Madara, grinning sadistically. "Take good care of my love, Mada-Chan~! Byes! Kisses!" She shouts as she runs out, laughing like a maniac.

Cooky gritted her teeth, glaring at the other girl's disappearing figure. "I hate you, Roy." She muttered. She slowly turned her head, eyeing Madara cautiously. "Uh... hi?"

Madara looked down at Cooky, "Hello." He replied dryly, not happy that Roy had just dumped her on him, "Aren't you old enough to be taking care of yourself?"

Cooky scowled, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes up at the taller man. This was why she hated people with superiority complexes, seriously. "Yes, I am, Mr. 100-Years-Old. Roy's the one who dragged me here without telling me, so don't try to pin this on me."

"Hn." He grunted as he put the mask back on and led her out of the room, mumbling, "Don't see why I just can't leave you."

Cooky resisted the urge to pull his mask forward and letting it smack back on his face. Hell, it'd be funny to watch. "I heard that."

He just grunts and takes her to his and Deidara's room. Sitting on his bed, the orange mask turns towards Cooky, "How long is she going to be?"

Cooky shrugged. "Hell if I know. She dragged me here without warning, remember?"

At that point, she began to wander around the room, taking in the different sides of the room. Bending down, she picked up a piece of paper, which had a crude drawing of Deidara and 'Tobi' in crayon. She grinned, waving it slightly. "I never thought you were so affectionate of your sempai~" She teased.

He scowled and snatched the picture from her hand, "You know very well why I tolerate Deidara...He's fun too play with." He said, putting the picture on Deidara's bed.

Cooky just snorted, before kneeling down and going back to her rummaging. "Yup; that's what they all say." She paused, before poking her head back up, grinning widely and holding up yet another picture. "Explain this, Mada-chan~"

The picture was (yet again) a crude crayon picture, however it now had Deidara and 'Tobi' at a small table eating cookies and drinking from tea cups. "Tee Tiem With Me and Senpai~" was scribbled on the side.

Inwardly strangling Cooky, Madara took the picture and looked at it for a while before looking up at her, "...I was bored...and wanted to piss Deidara off." He admitted, remembering clearly how the blonde-nin had used his clay and shoved it down his cloak.

Cooky rolled her eyes at the murderous intent rolling off the ancient ninja and turning back to shuffling through random pictures. "...Somehow I don't believe you. Though, Deidara shoving bombs up your ass? That I would."

"Hn. And why would that be?" He asked, taking off the mask and raising a slim eyebrow.

Cooky glanced at him out the corner of her eye, before shrugging, having sat cross-legged on the floor like a child by this point. "What are we talking about here? The "you actually like Deidara" part, or the "shoving bombs up your ass for the lulz" part?"

"The 'shoving bombs' one." He said, wondering how the hell they converssation had started in the first place.

"He's a hot-headed pryo with a fetish for blowing shit up." Cooky snorted, lifting a slip of paper with the entire Akatsuki scribbled in pencil and grinning widely before placing it back. "...'Nuff said."

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