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

Madara grunted, agreeing with what she had said, "It's amazing he hasn't figured out who I am actually...Considering I spend the most time with him. Though I AM Tobi around him..." He trailed off and shrugged, laying on his bed and fiddling with the mask.

Cooky just grinned at him from over her shoulder. "I think anyone would be put off thinking about who you really are by 'Tobi'."

A flicker of a smile appeared on his lips, before vanishing, "As they should, I am supposed to be all that Tobi is not. Calm, serious, powerful."

"Modest, ain't cha?"

Cooky, now onto digging through Deidara's stuff ('cause she respected people's privacy, obviously) pulled out a woman's lacy bra between her fingers, sweatdropping. "Eh... do I even want to know?"

Madara smirked slightly, "I have nothing to lose."

He looked at the bra with disgust, "Deidara has his urges, I assure you." He replied, not wanting to go any further than needed.

Cooky raised an eyebrow, before smirking right back. "Except dignity... poise... you know, nothing special."

She eyed the bra like it was contaminated, quickly throwing it over her shoulder and returning to her searching. "...Ew. I did not need to know that."

She didn't realise that the bra had, in fact, landed on Madara's head. (xD)

Madara snorted, "I have digni-" It was then, Deidara's bra had landed on his head. He looked at Cooky icily, hand reaching up to take the garment off his head.

Cooky glanced back, curious on why he had stopped talking, before taking in the image of the 'big bad ninja' Madara adorned with a lacy red bra balancing on his head. Unable to contain herself, she burst into laughter, falling back onto the carpeted floor and howling, clutching her stomach in her mirth.

"I-I'm sorr-- pfft. BAHAHAHA~!"

He glared at Cooky, unamused, flinging the bra back at her, "I'm glad my pain could bring you pleasure." He said, sarcasm heavy in his voice.

"No problem~!" Cooky chirped, simply grinning and shoving the bra under the blonde's bed. He'd find if it he looked hard enough.

She cocked a head, bringing out what looked like a leather stirrup (god she did NOT want to know), before glancing back at Madara. "Hey; can I ask you a question?"

Madara simply grunted, meaning, 'Yes'.

Cooky frowned. "...What first put the idea of revenge on Konoha in your head? It just seems kinda..." She trailed off, before turning back to her rummaging with unneeded extra gusto.

"Pointless? Stupid? Psycotic?" He chuckled darkly, "I've heard it all before, don't worry. As for your question-" He looked up at the ceiling, "-It was when the first hokage...got the better of me. How could someone like him rule the biggest ninja village in the world? No, it had to be me. He turned my whole clan against me, all I wanted was for the Uchiha clan to rise to the top..."

Cooky remained silent; her hands even stopped digging through Deidara's wide variety of crap. "...I see." She muttered, restarting her search.

That speech sounded extremely familar. Different place, different time, different person... but it was all the same. Power, greed, revenge... she was so sick of it.

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Madara looked at Cooky, "That's it? No, 'Oh you psyco bastard' or 'How're you gonna rule a village with a bra on you head'?" He shrugged, "You seemd like a person who would say more on such a subject."

Cooky shrugged. "Yes, well... I can usually tell when the subject is meant to be dropped. It's not too hard to figure out."

She paused, before grinning teasingly. "...But, yes; how ARE you going to rule the world with a bra on your head? Respect recieved = zero."

"...I'll...find a way." He replied, corners of his mouth twitching ever so slightly.

"Are you going to make it red, to match your pretty eyes?" Cooky snickered.

Pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing, Madara nodded, "...Whatever needs to be done I guess..."

Cooky just snorted, stiffling snickers as she turned back to her rummaging. It was amazing what kind of ~~kinky~~ random crap Deidara had hidden in his drawers, seriously... "Yeah; tell me how well that works out for you."

"You're the first on my list." He replied, rolling his eyes, "Now, let me ask you a question..."

Cooky just grinned at his obvious irritation. "And so I should be!" She blinked at his sudden question, cocking her head quizzically. "Hm~?"

Madara looked at her, "Why are you hanging out with that Roy? How does she tolerate you? How did you two even meet? You two are the nearly the total oppisites. You're loud, she's not. She seems sadistic...I have yet to figure that out about you, but..." He shrugged, "Just wondering."

Cooky blinked. Well, THAT was random. "Roy? She's like my sister. How does she tolerate me? Good question; you go ask her that, then tell me what her answer is. How we met..." She thought for a while, before a gentle smile curled her lips and she stared into space.

"We were only kids; both 13-years-old. When I was still--" She instantly paused, glancing out the corner of her eye towards the ancient ninja before starting up again. "...We met in my hometown, when she was on a mission for you guys. She wouldn't leave me alone, and she just sort of grew on me." She chuckled quietly. "You'll be surprised to know that I was once a quiet, angsty little kid; completely the opposite of what I am right now. Anyway, then we somehow managed to catch sight of each other 5 years later, and the rest is history."

She grinned at Madara. "That's a strange change of topic, even for you. Why the sudden curiosity on little ol' me~?"

Madara had stayed silent throughout her whole story, sensing that she was skipping some important parts. "Quiet and angsty?" He snorted, "Right."

He shrugged at her question, "Don't get your hopes up, I was just wondering. Since we have nothing else to do to pass the time."

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