𝗠𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 {Obito Uchiha}

Chapter 3: You can't disturb the already disturbed one

(Obito)

"Are we getting another six-pack beer?" Hidan was humming around the store, looking at everything but beers. He was holding a jar of pickles and reading the ingredients.

I shrugged lazily and glanced around the store trying to focus on anything but I couldn't. "You tell me."

Instead of giving me a straight answer, the Jashinist went to grab one jar of roasted red peppers.

"Uhh.." I heard him say.

"Any day now," I gritted my teeth, wondering if I could force his tiny head into the big jar he was holding.

"Hidan!" I almost barked and made him jolt in surprise. "Beers. You know. That gold liquid thing we came for in the first place? Are we getting any or not?"

He dropped a tuna can in my basket and I stood still, just staring down at that disgusting thing and hoping that it was meant for Kisame. "Hell yes we are," Hidan replied eagerly. "Unless you want to take a shot made out of Kisame's protein supplements."

I felt my phone vibrate and I took it out and saw that I had a text from a girl named Mina. I quickly read the text considering whether or not I should answer her and raised my head only to find out that Hidan had disappeared once again.

I found him squatting in front of the snack section. "Hey look! They have barbeque flavor!" As soon as I was about to protest about him wasting my time, he had already opened the bag and filled his mouth with chips. "Who's this?" He asked curiously, his nosy ass looking over my shoulder at the phone I was still holding.

"Just some chick," I replied with no actual interest.

"Are you going to answer this or what?"

"Naah."

"Wasn't she the one with a huge pair of tits?"

"No, that was Sia. Mina was the one who fucked like a starfish."

Hidan put a chip in his mouth. "And who was the one with a beard that looked like a carpenter?"

I raised my head from the screen and scrunched up my face at his question. "I doubt any girl I've slept with would look like that."

Hidan left his hand inside the bag of chips and narrowed his eyes, thinking. "Oh right that was me with her. Or him," he shrugged. "Don't recall."

I stared at him blankly, wondering what the fuck that boy did in his bed. I was way too sober for this shit.

As if reading my thoughts he pointed at himself. "Hey, I'm a pansexual being, this hot ass body responds to love wherever it comes from."

While the both of us were heading to the checkout, the Jashinist turned his head to look at me. "Could you pay for the beers? I made a donation for Jashin church last week and I'm short on cash."

"You mean that pathetic worship group that already counts 3 members including your deaf grandma, a druggy distant relative of yours, and your former schizo roommate who believed he was a cat and took a dump in your shoes? Nice call."

He sent me a flat look. "Your point?"

I sighed. "You're far worse than me when it comes to money management."

"Bitch, please. Kakuzu's already busting my balls every month for the house rent we share. And I told him 'which rent you asshole? This apartment we live in together is yours, we should just share the bills'. And he then answered me with I should pay rent even for breathing the same air as him, that entitled old fart."