tampered | Log: ongoing

Log: ongoing

When; 3 p.m. August 16
Rating; Depends on what happens
Characters; Open
Summary; Tea Party at Kabuto's
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Kabuto frowned down at himself for the hundredth time. For some reason his shirt was missing, all of his shirts were missing. Why it happened today, he didn't know, but he was going to try and not let it interfere.

He had spent most of the previous day, and all of that morning preparing for having guests over. He had made cakes, cookies, pies, dango, sandwiches and all sorts of snacks, as well as prepared the tea (also picked up the milk and orange juice). Once everything was ready to his liking, he had started moving the food to the balcony, having set up a table and chairs out there.

Honestly, Kabuto had no idea how many people would be showing up, this could end up being a small event. Even so, he had done what he could to make sure there was enough for those he knew would be arriving shortly, and whoever else might be showing up.

He examined his handy work one last time; satisfied with what he saw, he returned to the inside of his apartment, waiting for guests to arrive.

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Tayuya thought it unfortunate that one's first instinct when being addressed was to turn and face who was speaking to you. She tried to keep looking the Akatsuki member, so unconcerned with his state of complete and total nudity, in the eyes.

"We can't just take your word, you understand. Too trusting. I don't do that shit. Most of my team don't." She tried to not glare. "And I'm sure, of course, that the great Akatsuki would have a plan for everything, of course."

"Of course not...if you trusted every word I said...then you would be a terrible shinobi, would you not? Never trust anything you hear....or see, until you can prove it yourself...un." Deidara's sight bored into the other girls, as he continued. "That is one of the most basic laws of shinobi, un."

His eyes examined his hands anew, before he deigned once more to speak. "We would have some sort of plan, yes... We always do.. we are able to adapt, even in a place like this, un. You may mock us...but.." His head shot up, as his stare once again levelled with hers. "We do know how to survive, un."

Kimimaro placed a hand on Tayuya's shoulder, restraining his fiery subordinate before she got too carried away with her accusations and leering disrespect for everyone around her. It was inevitable, too, that he had to face the one addressing them, so he did so immediately and without preamble.

"I apologize for my subordinate--you will understand if there are... tensions amid the parties at this meeting." His voice was even, but the words empty; he'd not forgotten the insult this youth had slung at Orochimaru-sama some time earlier, nor would he. "We are all somewhat under the thrall of higher powers at the moment, however. It would be best to remember that." The last was for all present--the clothing curse might have had interesting results, but it was also a reminder as to who might truly be in charge--and he was willing to bet none of them liked it; it would be enough, perhaps.

Tayuya flinched instinctively when Kimimaro touched her shoulder. An instinct brought on by many punishments in the past. She opened her mouth to speak but shut it once more, letting Kimimaro do the talking. When Kimimaro was talking, the rest of the Sound Five knew to be silent. She listened to Deidara'a words, to Kimimaro's, and scowled.

"And speaking of tensions..." She didn't move an inch under Kimimaro's hand. "Are we actually here to just mingle, or is some kind of truce to come out of this?"

Deidara nodded, looking at Kimimaro, watching with veiled delight as the other Sound Nin froze under his touch.

"I know there are tensions, un. Of course there would be..We are all thrown together here... torn about by the grand winds of chaos. I do not know if there can be a truce..."He turned his head to the myriad of Konoha nin in the room, watching them with a lazy interest, "The world we came from weighs too heavily here, un."

Tayuya stayed silent. She had nothing to say, well... she did, but she didn't dare say it. She looked about the room as well, trying to cool her temper. She thought she saw a tinge of... glee in the Akatsuki's face when she had frozen at the touch.

{ooc: tempted to call and bother kabuto...}

Kabuto was making his way over to where the Konoha ninja had seperated themselves from the others, he could feel the high tensions in the air. And, as much as he enjoyed the drama, he knew that things could get out of hand if left alone. The problem of being a room full of enemies. Perhaps he should attempt to lighten the mood.

As he made his way past Deidara, he ajusted his glasses to hide a smirk as he spoke. "Deidara san, it's not that cold in here."

Deidara turned his head slowly, eyes narrowing slightly at the comment.

"Are you sure you should be speaking to me about that, un..? According to Sasori-danna, you weren't too impressive in many respects.." He grinned at this, eyes squinting with expression change. "But..don't let me say anything, un. If you want to prove me wrong..."

"I'm sure nothing would seem impressive when you can carve your own, but he never spoke highly of yours either." Kabuto smiled brightly. "I can see why now." He paused thoughtfully. "Well, I could prove you wrong, but there are two reasons I won't. One: There are ladies present, who have already been scarred enough for one day. Two: I don't want to embarrass you any further."

"Sasori-danna never knew or appreciated true art, un." Deidara's grin widened, as he regarded his partner's old servant. "And," He looked about the room, eyes momentarily stopping on all of those that were of the opposite sex, "I see no ladies here, only those with two matching chromosomes, un. And, the only way you could embarrass me is if your curtains don't match the drapes, un. I would feel embarrassed for you."

"Please refrain from insulting the female guests." Kabuto reajusted his glasses again, his grin matching the Akatsuki's. "Besides, I have nothing to be embarrassed about. I didn't become the right hand man to Orochimaru sama for nothing. Where as I hear that the standards for Akatsuki are a little more lax." He openly eyed Deidara up and down, "Seems I heard right."

"Right hand man, un. Mm..." Deidara laughed softly, grin widening to a proportion that seemed physically impossible. "I'm sure you have been very skilled in that area as well, un." Deidara's eyes slid open a small bit, the vision of the man he was speaking to reflecting within them. "And Akatsuki have no reason to be up-tight, un...after all, we have many more assets available to us then just our right hands."

"Yes, you have your right and your left hand, Deidara san." Kabuto was well aware of the mouths in either of the blond's palms. "I'm sure that you put your hands to good use too, but if those are the kinds of assets needed to get into the Akatsuki, then I think I'll be fine not being a member. I'm not sure I want to know the adverse uses you put your art to."

Tayuya leaned back, shurgging off Kimimaro's hand on her shoulder. Slowly, however, as she didn't want to seem too rebellious. She listened to the blatantly sexual conversation with a smirk. Now this was interesting. She decided maybe the tea party was looking up.

"Now, what we could do is have you both strip... well, Kabuto, and you both could stand over there against the wall and we could all mark you on a grade from one to ten." She smirked. "That would solve everything, you know, big boys."

As it seemed the room had withdrawn its attention and its barbs from their corner of it, Kimimaro allowed Tayuya leave to speak, or do whatever she seemed to want to do. He was rather bemused by how Kabuto had let himself be drawn into this little contest of... pride, albeit a little more tactfully than Tayuya had provoked the Akatsuki earlier.

... And rather less crudely than she was provoking them both now. He did not restrain her this time, however; the confrontation was simmering but not yet out of control, and Kimimaro was rather curious to see the results. "We seem to have forgotten the representatives from Konoha," was all he offered.

"Oh yeah." Tayuya looked about the room, surveying the residents of Konoha in the room, all of whom she vaguely recognized from the bingo book Orochimaru had made them memorize before their last mission.

Weapons Bitch, Tenten. White Eyed Freaks, Hyuugas. Kabuto's Bitch, Shizune.

"They can vote too."

"Tayuya, I didn't know you were so interested in our... what would you call it Deidara san... art?" He turned his grin to the woman, it slipping into more of a sadistic smirk. "As for both of us naked, that's something else I didn't know you liked, I heard it was a common taste among women any more, but I never thought you would like it." He sighed dramaticaly. "But, if you insist, we can wait untill after the tea party, and put on a private showing."

"Hey, you guys offered." Tayuya was more than willing to play this new game.

"And showings after the party would take all the fun out of it. Deidara's already being a good sport, Kabuto. It would only be fair for you to join him. We need to have a fair vote."

Deidara smirked at the Sound Ninja's new propositions, with a laugh. He shifted his weight, leaning on his right leg, allowing his lower extremities to be displayed even more.

"I like what she has in mind, Kabuto, un. And who knows..?" He grinned, holding up his hands, displaying the mouths upon them to Kabuto, the tongues licking his fingers, and flicking in the silver-haired shinobi's direction. "Maybe I can show you first hand the adverse ways that I use my art..."

Tayuya made a face. "Now that you can keep to your own private show. I'm only proposing an exhibition, not fucking homo shit."

She pointed at Deidara. "And keep those tongues in there. It's fucking nasty. That's unsanitary."

Deidara laughed, turning his wrists and flicking the tongues toward her, before clasping his hands together.

"Mm.. But, they are so useful, un. For art, and for 'homo shit' as you put it...and for other things, too." He looked at her, his smirk darkening, " I bet you wouldn't think them unsanitary if I showed you how they work, un.."

Tayuya made a face of disgust, eyeing the saliva on those tongues. She cursed her inability to turn down a challenge.

"Try me." She leered. "How do they work?"

While this was not how Kimimaro had planned on scouting this particular opponent, he doubted the situation would improve. So he stepped forward, into the conversation from where he'd been leaning back and observing the back-and-forth. "Well, Deidara? I believe you promised to demonstrate your art."

Tayuya smirked.

"So you're not such a tightass after all?"

Deidara held his hands out, letting the tongue thread through his fingers slowly. His gaze switched from one of the Sound Nin to the other, as his expression became steadily more amused.

"What would you like to see? The way I make art...or the adverse ways I utilize my artistic tools..?"

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