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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Halloween night ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I'm going to kill you Konan,” Itachi muttered as they walked downtown, heading for a neighborhood at the edge of town. Konan had forced Sasori to wear a ruffled shirt, embroidered waistcoat and breeches. Konan herself was wearing a poofy white dress, a silver tiara set in her blue hair.

“Why the fuck are you making us walked through the fucking downtown?” Hidan swore angrily.

“It's a shortcut. Now shut up. I still have the sugar cubes, you know.”

“Fine, I'll fucking shut up.”

Somebody wolf whistled at Hidan, causing his face to turn red and a new stream of swear words come out of his mouth. Konan had forced him not to slick back his silver hair and had put curlers in it. It was wavy now, the curls ending at about his chin. He looked more like a girl than ever.

“Konan, we're never doing this again,” Itachi said. His hair had been let out and fell in dark ringlets around his pale face.

“I hate this dress, un. ”

“But you look so cute, Dei!” Deidara was wearing his hair down, and Konan had forced a wreath of blue flowers onto his head, leaving his bangs to cover his left eye.

“Oh, come on you guys. It's not that bad,” Kakuzu said, trying to reassure them.

“So says the bastard not actually wearing the fucking dress.”

Another wolf whistle, and Hidan and Itachi flinched. Deidara was trying to hide behind Sasori.

“At this rate, someone's going to start hitting on you three. You're getting more attention than Konan,” Kisame said, grinning. He was wearing the same outfit as Sasori, with a different waistcoat than what Sasori and a plumed hat set on his head.

“I still fucking hate this.”

“You're not the only one in a dress, un!”

“Shut the fuck up, blondie.”

“Hidan, don't be mean!” Kakuzu ordered.

“I always fucking talk this way, you fucking miser!”

“Just stop swearing for a while, okay?”

“Fine, I'll fucking shut up....”

They continued along in silence for a while. Occasionally, someone would whistle, usually causing Itachi to flinch and prompting more swearing from Hidan. Deidara just tried to hide in the center of the group.

“Hidan, good boys don't swear.” Tobi said worriedly, after Hidan had let out a string of especially vile words. Tobi was wearing a velvet orange green jumpsuit, his jester hat set crookedly on his head. He always wore his spiral mask, the one eye hole showing his glowing red eye.

“Shut up, you bastard.” Hidan snapped, tugging at his lavender skirt. His face was glowing red.

“He's not a bastard. Yes he is. You need to shut up. Make me.”

“Hidan, please. Just don't worry about it,” Kakuzu begged.

“No fucking way am I shutting up.”

“I have the sugar cubes....”

“Alright! I'm fucking quiet!”

“Good, cause if you don't, I will give Tobi the sugar cubes.”

Another whistle. Hidan flinched but kept silent. Itachi tripped over the hem of his dress, and Kisame hauled him back up to his feet. The weasel clung to the shark's arm, in case he tripped again.

Deidara wasn't speaking, and Sasori couldn't help but worry about his friend.

Little kids and their families were pointing at the group now, their voices easily reaching their ears.

“Mommy, lookit the pretty lady!”

“Which one?”

“The one in the purple dress! She looks like a princess!” Hidan flinched again.

“Yes, she is very pretty, isn't she?”

Everyone expect Hidan were biting back laughter. The Jashinist was staring at the ground, anger and embarrassment radiating off him.

“Hidan, I know a way you could scare that kid. You could go up and tell her you're a guy,” Kakuzu said, grinning at the silver haired teen.

Hidan didn't reply, which was strange for him. Kakuzu stopped laughing and looked at him, eyes concerned, “Hidan, is something wrong?”

“No,” Hidan said curtly, still looking at the ground.

“Itachi, don't tug at that! You'll rip it!” Konan screeched. Itachi had been pulling on the ruffles on his skirt, looking disgusted and embarrassment. Konan's out burst prompted more whispers from the onlookers.

“Isn't Itachi a guy's name?”

“That can't be a guy. She's too pretty.”

“Yeah. That silver haired one and the blonde have got to be girls as well.”

“Yeah, seriously. They're so beautiful....”

“Yeah. I wonder how old they are....”

“No, look. They have their boyfriends with them.”

“Shit, they do.”

No one felt like talking by now. Sasori couldn't keep from blushing as Deidara clung to his arm to keep from tripping.

What was going on? Why did he feel like he did, like he had to help the blonde?