Theme 4 - Frustration {Hidan & Tobi}

A small vein appeared on Hidan’s forehead as he listened to the oh-so-happy (oh-so-unwelcome) voice of the orange-masked boy, Tobi. He had been given the gruelling task of ‘baby-sitting’ the masked-nin whilst both Deidara and Zetsu were away on missions. Now, after an hour and a half of ‘I’m a little tea-pot’ sung repeatedly and never once in tune, Hidan was almost at breaking point.

He looked up from the newspaper, hearing a sudden silence. Maybe he'd dropped dead? No, that was probably too good to be true. Maybe he'd just run off? Hidan looked over the newspaper he'd been staring at blankly for five minutes, only to see that, unfortunately, Tobi hadn’t disappeared as had hoped, but rather the masked-nin was but inches away from his face.

“Hidaaaaaaaaan~!”

Hidan furrowed his eyebrows.

“What the fuck do you want?”

There was a pause, then Tobi inhaled a large gasp of air. Hidan, realising too late what was about to happen, dived from his seat, his hands clamped over his ears as Tobi produced the loudest and longest note he could muster, neatly bringing himself into another round of ‘I’m a little tea-pot’.

Hidan marched down the corridor, his hands still over his ears, the vein still pulsing on his forehead.

“Next time,” He grumbled, “Kisame’s looking after him!”