Akatsuki Night In: Go to Bed

“I… am going to bed,” you announce, wanting nothing to do with the night. It will only give you a headache, for sure. Or you will end up playing some game that leaves you at the mercy of every male in the room. No thank you.

You rise to your feet, leaving the comfort of the red arm chair you have been lounging in, not waiting for a response from any of the other members. You stalk off towards the bedrooms, ignoring Tobi’s protests of ‘____, you’re no fun! PLEEEEAAAASE STAY~!”

Aah Tobi. One of the main reasons you have decided to go to bed. He is such a loud mouthed idiot; if he gets drink in him, he never shuts up.

You stuff your hands into the pockets of your cloak, skulking off into the dark bedroom corridors.

Once inside your room you let out a sigh of relief, chucking off your cloak nonchalance, letting it fall where it pleases. Rising your hands up over your head, you stretch, wondering what you will do for the evening in the comfort of your own room. Read a book? Practice some ninjutsu? Maybe even take a relaxing bath with candles – ooh that sounds nice. You will do that.

Akatsuki Night In: Spin the Bottle

“I… have no idea.”

This is possibly the worst response you could have given, and had you known what was coming next you would have thought much harder of an activity you could do.

It is Tobi who chirps up, waving his arm about frantically.

“Tobi knows, Tobi knows!” he starts to yell, “Pick Tobi, he knows what to do!”

You have to duck to avoid the kunai-knife that flies over your head in Tobi’s direction. When it misses the masked-nin by an inch, you whirl your head around to glare at the thrower. Hidan, seeing your expression, tsks.

“I was just fucking doing what you all wanted to.”

Tobi, oblivious to the recent attempt on his life, calls loudly,

“Let’s play Spin the Bottle!”

This causes a loud ripple of groans, including yours, but nevertheless you decide to play – simply because Pein has threatened all of you with unspeakable evils if you don’t.

It takes a few moments for all of you to sit round in a circle, and a few more for Hidan to down the contents of the sake bottle – because using an already empty one is unthinkable, in his eyes. But once everything is done and ready – the immortal ninja now swaying from side to side next to you – you begin to play Spin the Bottle. You are first to spin, as you drew the shortest straw, so take the round glass in your hand and flick your wrist.

Everyone waits, watching the bottle spin and spin, until it finally comes to halt in front of Zetsu. The pair of you share a glance. You huff over-dramatically.

“Fine, fine. But if anyone speaks of this again, they die.”

'Beach Trip' - Requested Naruto One-shot

Your head flops against your friend's bed as a sigh of defeat jumps from your mouth. You close your eyes and cover them with an arm; sheltering them from the midday sun streaming in through the window. Konan, giving you a sympathetic - but slightly smug - smile, says,
“Well, think about it this way! In two weeks you'll have done all of your exams and we can celebrate with a month of straight-partying!”
You lift your arm off your face and give her a depressed look. Yes, it's exam season. You had your first exam earlier today, and in your opinion it did not go well. You had revised quite a lot, but as soon as you had turned over the exam paper, BAM! Your mind had gone blank. Just your luck, huh?
Konan sighs, trying to think of a good way to cheer you up. She knows exactly what exam-season can get like; it had been just the same for her two years ago, when she had been up to her knees in revision and tests and lack of sleep. That had been a fun couple of months...
Realising that you are about to lose the will to live, Konan quickly opens her mouth and asks in as cheery a voice as she can muster,
“Well, what would you like-”

'Lights' - Requested Naruto One-shot

It was a dark and stormy night in Konoha. The streets were deserted, and rain lashed like a whip. Sarah was huddled in a blanket in her living room, eyes glued to the television. She was supposed to be at an extra training session with her team, but no way was she venturing out into that! When she saw them tomorrow, she was sure they would understand.

Never the less, when there were three sharp raps against her front door, she could not help but jump. She got up; blanket wrapped firmly around her, and walked to the door as she quickly began to think of an excuse to explain why she was missing training.

With one – not brilliant but usable – excuse in mind, she pulled open the front door, but instead of seeing her Sensei or another of her team-mates, she saw her friend, Ino, shivering and cold but with a determined grin on her face.

“Oh good! Sarah, you're in!” Without being invited Ino walked through the door, passing Sarah by, into the hallway where she proceeded to try and dry out her hair, “It's a bit wet outside.”

Looking down at the trail of water that had followed Ino into her house, Sarah nodded,

“No kidding?” She looked up from the pool on her floor, to Ino, “So why were you crazy enough to venture out into the storm, in that?” she said, pointing disbelievingly at Ino's usual attire of short purple clothing, a few bandages and nothing else – not even a jacket. Ino, after giving up on attempting to dry herself off, gave Sarah a wink, tapping the side of her nose. This seemed to worry Sarah more than any verbal answer could have done.

“What are you up to?” Sarah demanded. Ino, seeing her friend's expression, giggled.

“Don't look so worried, Sarah! It's nothing bad-”

“So it is something?”

Ino winked again, beginning to put her hand into her side-bag,

“Well of course.” She produced a small pouch from her bag, no bigged than her hand. Sarah looked at it suspiciously but before she had time to ask about it, Ino was already holding it out towards her,

“Pull out the first thing you grab.”

Sarah stepped back, attempting to hide her hands deep within the blanket around her so that Ino could never find them.

“Why should I? What's the bag?”

At this, Ino began to pout,

“Why so suspicious all of a sudden?”

“Last time you told me to do this,” Sarah reminded, “I pulled out a-...” her face paled at the memory. Ino laughed, waving her free hand about in the air,

“I already told you it wasn't me! It was that Naruto kid, using transformation jutsu – I swear!”

Quickly giving up the attempt to get out of putting her hand in the bag, Sarah decided to give Ino a small jab to her pride, instead. Holding her hand out in defeat, she smirked,

“Yeah, it was Naruto. A likely story.”

Ino flipped her hair,

“It's true. Where would I have been able to get one of those things, anyway?” A grin grew on her face and she undid the fastening on the pouch, then held it out for Sarah, “Now pick one.”

Sarah, looking at the fabric pouch with suspicion one final time, closed her eyes and slipped her hand between the folds of the fabric, praying she would not feel anything slimy.

She didn't. What she felt were undoubtedly pieces of paper, and lots of them. Following the instructions of her friend, Sarah grabbed the first piece of paper that ran between her fingers and fished it out of the bag. She held it out in front of her, then opened it, looking at what was written there. Ino, once she had slipped the pouch back into her bag and had produced a small notepad, asked,

“What number did you get?”