“Let's play seven minutes in heaven!” you yell enthusiastically – too enthusiastically. Everyone else in the room looks at you with one or both eyebrows raised, but you shrug it off. After your outburst it goes quiet for a moment, then Itachi points out, deciding to enlighten those that haven't already noticed,
“There's no point playing that game. ____, you're the only girl here.”
You smile devilishly, helping everyone realise your true intentions behind this game,
“I know, which means it's more likely two of you guys will have to go in together!” You make a kissing face, to which Hidan gives you the finger,
“Fuck off! I'm not doing it!”
You glare at him, not liking that he won't take part. That's just like Hidan.
“Oh come on!” You change tactics and give him a playful wink, “You might end up with me.”
This only makes him turn his head, folding his arms over his chest in the process,
“Even more reason not to!”
Your jaw drops open,
“Hidan you-”
Luckily the loudness of everyone's laughter manages to censor the second half of your sentence. Once everything is quiet again Pein, shrouded by the shadows at the back of the room, decides to speak,
“Well then ____, as no one has suggested a better option, we will take yo-”
“LET'S DO A FUCKING DRINKING GA-”
'Clang'
“-As you were saying, Leader?” You say with a grin, having momentarily knocked Hidan unconscious with a kunai to the head. Pein continues,
“We will take your idea and play seven minutes in heaven.” he pauses, “but as you suggested it, you will be going first.”
This causes many cat-calls. You nod,
“Sure!” You know that the faster you're in and gone, the sooner you can get other people in together, and the better chance you have at getting provocative photographs. Photographs you can later sell for much needed money.
Itachi points something out again, able to tell what you're thinking by the look on your face,
“____, there really is no point to this game. If you are not willing to do anything with one of the other members, what makes you think they will do anything with each other?”
You go to retort something about how you're sure they're all batting for the other team anyway, but Pein comments first, a slight amount of amusement swirling in his voice,
“Fair point, Itachi.” He becomes quiet, forcing all of you to look into the shadow where he is sat, then something small comes whirling out of it at you. Deidara goes to grab it but you're faster and catch it between your middle fingers. You pull it in and study it.
“A lipstick tube?”
Some of the other members catch on before you do and cat-call again. Pein explains,
“With each pair that enters, they must at least kiss each other. The lipstick stain will be proof.”
Kisame mumbles, digging Itachi in the ribs as he laughs,
“And Leader just happened to have some lipstick on him?”
Pein says from the shadows, firmly,
“It's Konan's.”
This causes a ripple of chuckles; chuckles from everyone but Zetsu. His black side grumbles to his white side,
“First we're getting locked in a room with some creep, now we're putting on make-up-”
“What's next? Boosting the time up to half an hour and making us give them a lap dance?”
The room is quiet. The other members dart their eyes to the back of the room, hoping Pein hasn't just had another brilliant idea.
“Half an hour sounds better, in my opinion.” Damn. “But no lap-dances are needed.” It could be worse!
Many of the others turn to glare at Zetsu. He gives them an innocent look; not realising everyone has heard the conversation between his two halves.
So now, faced with a game of 'Thirty minutes in heaven and you to have to kiss them or suffer the consequences', it comes as no surprise when a large population of the males decide they don't want to play. Unfortunately they have no opinion in the matter. They are playing. It comes as a little less of a blow to them, even for Hidan, when you're reminded that you have to be the first one to go into the closet, or more, since they don't have a closet, Tobi's room as it's the nearest.
So once the game is set up, all the boys having drawn something on pieces of paper and put it in Pein's Kasa, the bamboo hat is passed to you and you are told to draw a piece of paper from it. You drop your hand in hurriedly, wanting to get your turn over with as soon as possible, but also you have a small part of you that wants to see who you're spending your time with. It's half of the fun, after all.
You open the piece of paper, looking over the drawing, then immediately you scrunch up the paper, slip it in your pocket and call out,
