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Who: Tayuya and Zetsu
What: Tayuya is practicing her flute, Zetsu insults her, they argue, they toss fists, they argue some more, it starts raining, Zetsu pays her way for a bus pass, Zetsu kisses her, AND THEY BECOME FRIENDS ♥
When: A while back >.>;
Where: Park, bus stop, bus, near Dei/Tayu's apartment
Warnings: CURSING. ZETSU AND TAYUYA HAVE THE DIRTIEST MOUTH'S EVER. Mentions of gay, lesbian, and non-consensual sex. Kisses. Both of them being nice and both of them being mean. You KNOW you want to read it *_*
Notes: This...made my day. >3
The October sky was a placid gray, darkened with a storm front that was blowing over the island and promising the rainy season before winter hit them with just as much force. Tayuya sat on a park bench, the rugged, peeling paint and occasional rusted nails that peaked from the wood snagging onto her jeans and her roughly cut hair piled under her hat to keep herself warm.
Rare times it were she ever went out to entertain herself that didn't involve anything illegal where when she was enjoying time with friends or practicing her flute, which she was, the woodwind instrument pressed over her lips and a chorus of soft melodies echoing from where she sat. If anything was delicate about her, it was this, and as the short break from school was nearly over, she needed to refresh her memory of the instrument she knew best.
A sour note rung in her song.
"Fucking hell! I suck at this shit!"
It was that offensive note that drew Zetsu towards that park bench. He had been out, not so much practicing as he probably should have been. A violin case held under one arm, a sketchpad in the other (despite the disagreeing personality that both were a heavy waste of time). But it was that disagreeing personality that pushed him forward to go check and see what had created such an awful noise. Perhaps just to make fun of whoever it was.
Black pants and a brightly contrasted shirt, both form fitting for the most part, were what Zetsu chose to dawn on for his spare time today. What seemed like was probably not the most comfortable of attire, he was comfortable in. Inching closer, it was that girl with pink hair. And when she spoke, he grinned, the darker side of him taking front it seemed.
"You do."
Tayuya jumped, her own frustration stealing her concentration of the outside world to the extent to which the sudden, calm voice could, for a lack of a better term 'scare the shit out of her.'
"MOTHER FUCKING-" she screamed, clutching the flute to her chest and springing to a stand, wheeling around in a blur of hair and her thick clothing.
"...Kataheki?"
Zetsu smirked, although it was a half smirk, part of him unamused, and almost bored by the teasing. He lifted up a single hand, painted black. "Tayuya-bitch," he said, offering her little other words in welcoming. So, he didn't feel like playing nice.
HE didn't usually feel like it. "So that shitty sound came from you?"
"Un-fucking-fortunately, shithead." Tayuya replied in annoyance, crossing her arms with the flute grasping in her left hand and a look of distaste (as it always was) on her face. "What the fuck do you want Kataheki-whore?"
"You to stop making so much fucking noise and play it like it is an instrument," Zetsu grumbled in response, though a smirk crossed his features. "It sounded like you were raping a cow with that thing."
Tayuya's eyebrow twitched slightly, and she shoved the flute into the elastic of her skirt, meeting his eyes with a half-glare, half-smirk. "I play it like a motherfucking instrument, ignorant ass. Just not fucking perfectly. It's not as though you're any fuckin better with your violin, goddamn pansy."
"At least I don't kill the plants by playing outside, cunt," Zetsu growled. He knew that plants were more sensitive to sound. "And I do play it like an instrument." In fact, he was quite good at it, too. "At least I'm in tune."
"They're already dying, dickhead, it's October." Tayuya replied, rolling her eyes at him and all of his immature glory. Zetsu was a lot like her, but in the four years she'd known him, he was only a lot like her half the time. "I'm in tune asshole, but then again you wouldn't know, you've got such a hearing deficit from all the chicks you rape at the shitty parties you throw, goddamn freak."
"Of course they're dying, but that doesn't mean you have to make it fucking painful for them." He moved his hands to rest on his hips. Like her half of the time. That was pretty much true. "We don't think you're in fucking tune. We find the noise you make offensive." He smirked a bit, quirking an eyebrow on his lighter side. "We don't waste our time with such things most of the time."
Tayuya outright laughed at him. "The plants can goddamn melt for all I fuckin' care. We all die someday." She continued to giggle as she spoke, Zetsu never ceasing to amaze and amuse her whenever she talked to him. "And that is such bullshit! I've heard you play like shit before, and you're obviously bothering because you're going out of your sorry way to be an ass."
"You probably heard the wrong one of us playing, you goddamn bitch," Zetsu snapped back. And she had just said such a thing about the plants? Tsh, how annoying was she! He grumbled something, kicking the dirt beneath his feet.
"You're such a fucking psycho!" Tayuya snapped, nails tightening into her sides as she glared at him. "There shouldn't be two of you for god's sake! I shouldn't have to fucking tell the difference between the freak who drinks off his ass and the nerd who studies like a good goddamn little boy, Zetsu!" Tayuya kept quiet about his condition for the most part, as did the senior class in general, by enlarge just letting Zetsu be, but she was a loose cannon, and he pissed her off. A lot.
"Maybe you should get the fuck used to it. You've known us long enough." Zetsu growled a bit, hands on his hips. The paint on his hands was starting to fade because of how long he had had it on (all day). "You should be fucking used to it. Besides, there are two of us." At least to him.
"How the fuck am I supposed to be able to tell which one can't play a goddamn violin?! It's not as if I fucking watch you!" This was going to end in fists if they didn't reach some sort of standpoint within the next ten minutes, and Tayuya was itching to punch him in the face. "I am fucking used to it! But it's not as though we hang out so I don't exactly understand that shit, Jesusmotherfucking Christ!"
"The one who sounds worse than you playing your fucking flute is the one who doesn't know how to play, dumbass." Zetsu said, annoyed by her. He, too, knew it would end in fists, wanting to hit her probably as badly as she wanted to hit him. "What is there to understand, anyway? Not fucking difficult."
"Well it's not as though I fucking have a second side of myself that's all goddamn sunshine, lollipops, and abstinence!" Tayuya hissed back, her black nails beginning to dig into her waist in self-restraint. "And for fuck's sake, ninety percent of the time I play better than either fuckin' side of you, asshole."
"Shiro isn't fucking all about that," Zetsu said, still snapping at him. His fists were tightening. "Take that back, you fucking bitch. It isn't although you've hardly ever even heard us play."
: "Hello, we play at the same damn concerts, go to same school, are in the same fucking class! I don't watch you or anything, but at least I have a fucking appreciation for music, unlike you who sees yourself, yourselves, what the fuck ever, as some goddamn god. You're so fucking arrogant!" Tayuya's voice had raised to something angry, and she didn't bother addressing Zetsu's Shiro complex, just continuing to toss out insults and make her point.
"We are aware we are far from a god!" Zetsu growled back. A god definitely wouldn't have a Shiro/Kuro complex sitting on their shoulders, and both sides of Zetsu could even agree on that.
"You don't motherfuckin' act like it, you asshole." Tayuya seethed, her tone dripping with anger and her easy-to-rile attitude not playing in her benefit for the current situation. "Or do you act up something special too, just to fuck with me?"
"You're too much fucking fun, cunt," Zetsu laughed a bit. "I swear. No one amuses us more than when you get so fucking riled up!" A loud laugh. Really loud. Obnoxious, on purpose.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Tayuya shouted, rather suddenly, her nails tightening into her palm and her eyes darkening with the look she always had when she fought. Her fist hit him with a greater speed than even she had figured it would, colliding with his jaw in a sudden punch that cracked a noise through their bickering like a gunshot, even if it only seemed that way to her. She hadn't punched him with the intent to break anything, and nothing had been broken, but just the sound of fist to flesh got her blood flowing erratically and her addiction withdrawal for fighting suddenly more painful than it had felt all year. "Fucking asshole!"
Zetsu brought his hand to his fist, and instantly, put down his violin he had been carrying, moving to punch her back. The jaw, a hit similar to what she had incurred upon him. "Fucking cunt! What the hell was that for?!" he yelled after hitting her back. No aim to break, just to bruise. Battle marks.
"Because you're a fucking dickhead!" Tayuya yelled back, hitting him again in the opposite jaw and feeling her silver flute wedging down the elastic of her skirt. "You've been begging for it, fucker! You can't expect to run around mouthing off like the fuckhead you are and not expect someone to want you to learn to shut the fuck up!"
"We'll mouth off to whoever the fuck we want," Zetsu said. He was normally of a less talkative nature, preferring to be a quiet creepy kid. He reached his leg up and kicked her in the thigh. "Fucking bitch. Watch your flute, it might get further into your pants than any guy would want to go."
Tayuya wavered on hitting him again for that one, which was pretty unjustified, but she didn't want her flute to get damaged if it slipped and hit the ground. She didn't exactly have any pockets, so, ignoring the comment for a moment, she delicately removed it and set it on the bench. The second her instrument was safe, however, she aimed a high kick, hitting him directly across the head, still not enough to break anything, but more than enough to hurt. "I'm not even gonna argue that one, you fucking wretch!"
That was enough for Zetsu to not waste his time hitting back, his head snapped to the side in irritation when he was kicked, frowning. "Go ahead, fucking argue it, cunt. Wouldn't surprise me if you were a dyke, after all." He smirked a bit, eying the flute on the bench.
Tayuya glowered, crossing her arms and one of the most sadistic little expressions she'd ever worn appearing on her face. "I'm not gay, but if you're into that shit, I could bring Kin to your apartment and make nice of your couch." she said with a bit of a smirk, not really noticing his second glance at her flute and keeping her seriousness firmly in place. Bad. Mood.
"Only if you ugly bitches will let us watch," Zetsu smirked. "Because you know we have this fetish for ugly, lesbian cunts." His eyes went back to her, letting them fall away from the flute. He was cruel...but he couldn't see himself actually ruining it of hers.
"How ironic!" Tayuya exclaimed, throwing her hands up in sarcastic surprise as though she'd just figured out than peanut butter and jelly did indeed make a sandwich, "I do too! I was masturbating all night to that video of you and Sasori, ugly lesbian cunts are fuckin' amazing!"
That thought alone grossed him out. "Only you would be into shit like that," Zetsu said, attempting to hide the surfacing disgust at the thought. It made him mentally shudder.
Tayuya sniggered at his reaction. Owned. Adjusting her beanie and ignoring the sting of the jaw she knew would be bruised nicely this time tomorrow, she met his eyes with a satisfied seriousness as she replaced her hands to her hips. "You'd be motherfuckin surprised, Zetsu-dear. Motherfucking surprised."
"Tell me, Tayuya-bitch, what other fucking surprises do you have up your sleeve for me?" Zetsu asked, expecting her to have a list of them. He was sure of it. His jaw would be bruised on both sides, not to mention the side of his head. Man, that girl could fucking hit.
Tayuya grinned slightly, biting off a bit off chapped skin on her bottom lip and preparing it for some painful inflammation later on. "A piece in tune, maybe?" she suggested, a hint of menace sugarcoated in a light, half-joking manner, "What the fuck did you expect? Some fairy punch?"
"From you? Fuck no. I expect fairy punches from Uchiha and Sasori." Zetsu sneered. "That would be a fucking surprise to me." He chirped, probably sounding slightly optimistic, although he figured she wouldn't be able to surprise him with it.
An amount of defensiveness in her actions, Tayuya grabbed her flute from the bench, stepping back to give herself space from Zetsu and finding a piece in her mind. One Zetsu wouldn't have heard before. One she'd written herself, preferably. The beat of a piece she'd written as a History project, strangely enough, came to her mind, and a small grin formed on her face. It was called Riot, and she liked it, a very emotional piece and, from every time she'd played it, rather good. "Well then shut the fuck up and let me play."
Zetsu folded his arms over his chest and gave her a look that said 'Go for it, bitch'. She should be the one to stop talking. Maybe he'd have to go and show her up with one of his pieces on the violin afterwards. But for now, he'd listen, be quiet, and be brutally honest.
Tayuya closed her eyes and pressed the instrument to her lips. Tayuya, in a sense, was almost as schizophrenic as Zetsu. There was the side of her that swore and drank and fucked and pretty much did anything that seemed like a good idea at the time. Then there was the her that spent three or four hours a day practicing her flute, working as hard as she could to become the best. She was a different person behind her flute than behind a bottle of sake, and she displayed it heavily as she played. Usually she could manage to spot flaws in her own playing better than anyone else, but as she played her piece, she couldn't critique anything.
Zetsu didn't have anything either. And she seemed quite different when she started playing. He wondered if like himself, there was two Tayuyas. But he doubted it. She spoke differently than he did. Behaved differently, and thought it was pretty fucking weird that he said 'we' a lot. Instead he seemed focused on her music. "Pretty fucking good for a bitch."
Tayuya gave him a deadpan look. "Do bitches usually have mediocre playing skills or am I in a different category?" she asked with slight sarcasm, crossing her arms as she eyed the violin she expected him to pick up and begin to play.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Neither. Compared to how you were earlier, we were expecting you to go back to slaughtering kittens." He moved to pick up his violin, and nudged her down the bench.
Tayuya sat down, pulling her legs up so her knees pressed into her chest and not really caring if Zetsu could see anything or not. She didn't care about things like that, her body was the way it was and there was no point in trying to hide it or starving herself so it could be perfect like too many other girls in the world can and will do. "Fuck you." she said shortly, listening with intent as she waited for him to begin playing. Personal discord or not, she respected and admired good music.
Zetsu started, making sure the strings were tightened before playing, the notes started low, solemn. Zetsu seemed entirely different while playing (perhaps because he was). His fingers moved over the strings. He was focused on it. He could hear no mistakes, it was a piece of his own, much like Tayuya's had been.
The piece, or snippet of a piece, she couldn't tell, wrapped without definable flaw, and she put two fingers up in a peace sign of approval. "Nice. You're good Kataheki, even if you are an ugly lesbian cunt." Maybe it was something artists simply did, becoming one with their medium whenever the used it. Or maybe she just over thought it, but people could become something incredible when they are full of passion. Tayuya believed that passion made art, and passion alone.
"We say the same for you, dirty bitch." Zetsu said, peering up at her and sneering a bit. He gently settled the violin in his lap, having no more notes to play for her. Music for him was something you couldn't be good at without loving.
Tayuya twirled the flute in her fingers, the instrument twisting in dangerous spirals, though she was more than used to such a gesture. She could be a baton twirler, if such was her forte. "Done trying to prove you're an ickle prodigy, or wanna keep playing and punching me until I admit something?" she asked, a bit sarcastically, a small trickle of rain landing on the bridge of her nose. "...and fuck."
Rain. Zetsu liked the rain. He smirked, looking up as he felt some more of the drops hitting his face, slowly washing off some of the black and white makeup he wore. He had to move his violin back into its case to keep it from getting wet. "Fucking rain." He liked the rain, though, but he didn't want to get wet right then.
Tayuya had walked a pretty good distance to get to the park, and as the rain began to fall, droplets beading on top of her beanie and soaking into her hair, a certain amount of frustration set in. "Fuck. I don't wanna walk home in the shit." Taking her flute and putting it down her shirt, she glared a harsh look at the ground as she thought of how to get home without developing hypothermia. She didn't have her wallet with her, which meant no license to drive, no money for a cab, and no bus pass. "Fuck."
"..." Zetsu rolled his gold eyes and stepped back, huffing silently. "Bus. We'll pay your way if it makes you shut the fuck up." He said some more vulgarities under his breath, most of them couldn't be understood to anyone's ear but his own. "Or else you're walking, bitch, make a choice."
Tayuya perked slightly. She was tempted to ask, 'Why the fuck would you do anything for me?' but bit the comment down, recognizing how rude it sounded, even in her own head. "Thanks, Zetsu." she said, almost contentedly, but only almost because she never really sounded content about anything. "I'll let you wear Dei's jacket over your head and shit, since you're wearing a bunch of makeup and would look like a goddamn Oreo if the shit smeared." She pulled it off as she spoke, the thing too many sizes bigger than herself, and tossed it hastily towards him. "Bus stop's close, c'mon.
"...Why the shit do you have Deidara's jacket...?" was Zetsu's distant thought as he walked towards the bus stop. He didn't really care too much about makeup. Besides, unlike many, he didn't use his makeup to hide who he was.
Tayuya gave him a 'well, DUH' look as she walked, crossing her arms over her chest and kicking a coke can in her way. "We share an apartment. I wear his clothes. What the fuck did you think?" The rain thickened quickly, not wasting much time in soaking her Oshima uniform and causing what little mascara she wore to run a little bit.
Zetsu shrugged and smirked towards her. He stopped by the bus stop, moving under the shelter. Despite hiding his face, a lot of the make-up washed off, and he gave the jacket back to her. "No fucking point of it now," was an annoyed mutter.
"Why the fuck are you smirkin' at me?" Tayuya asked moodily, ringing out her skirt before moving under the shelter and parking herself on the bench. People always seemed to do that when she mentioned Deidara, which never ceased to annoy and confuse her. She gave him a half-hearted glare as she wrapped herself back in his jacket, shivering a little as her lack of tolerance to cold set in. "Motherfuck', rain is cold."
"That has got to be the most fucking confusing apartment. Do you get your shit mixed up ever? The dude has got to be a fag. And you're a dyke." Deidara was by far the most feminine guy that Zetsu knew. But Tayuya was one of the more masculine girls he knew as well. He didn't bother sitting there. The makeup washed off, Zetsu's shirt collar was covered in black and white, and the bottoms of the sleeves of his shirt were the same manner. He just stood there, his face was quite gentle underneath the makeup, which might have shocked some.
Tayuya was surprised when she glanced up at him, a glare ready on her face and a returned comment for insulting her friend on the tip of her tongue. Zetsu's features were smooth, the last thing she'd expected them to be, and his face had a boyish look about it, making him look maybe a year younger than he was and certainly acted. Black and white mixed into his clothes, and it was just then that Tayuya realized she'd never seen him without makeup. Nonetheless..."Fuck you. I'm straight, and I don't give a shit what Deidara is, so don't fuck with me about him."
"Thanks for the invitation, but no thanks. I like my women to be women." Zetsu sneered, the boyish looks to him never fading, even as he smirked. This was why he wore the makeup. He lost all ability to be intimidating and threatening when he wasn't wearing it.
"So that's why you mentioned Deidara, and here I thought you had it for Sasori..." Tayuya trailed, biting one of her fingernails and glancing passively in the direction of where the bus should have been. Not here yet. "He cooks well. I bet he'd be a marvelous lay. Tell me when you find out, Kay?"
"Deidara's like a woman with a dick. Not my thing. But if you're into it, I'll be sure to let him know." Not that he had talked to Deidara since he had gotten to the school. Damn, where the hell was the bus? "...And I'm not a fag, so you need to shut the hell up on that. I still have time to make you walk home."
"You have time, but you won't." Tayuya replied with a bit of a grin, taking off her beanie momentarily to pull her hair up under it and replace it back on her head. Wet hair made her feel itchy. "If you want me to stop callin' you a goddamn faggot, then do something heterosexual to shut me up, ya freak." she smirked. Poor Zetsu. The boy was so asexual, he'd never really acted like he wanted a girl or a guy, and she'd seen all of the boys in her senior class through, god forbid, puberty.
His violin case swung slightly when he folded his arms over his chest. "What the fuck do you mean? You have to do something 'heterosexual' to not be a fag?" That made no sense to him. "I thought you had to do something homosexual to be a fag in the first place."
"How the fuck does that not make sense? Do something straight and prove you're not gay, since you're so fuckin' defensive about it." Tayuya gave him a 'this-makes-all-the-sense-in-the-world' look with eyes half-lidded. "Besides, it's the gay ones that are always so defensive about it anyways. Denial's brutal, ain't it?"
"I'm not a fucking fag." Zetsu said. What could he do that was 'heterosexual' and prove it to her. Err, other than anything with her, because somehow that didn't make it seem like he'd be any more...heterosexual by kissing her. "...We don't understand what we should do."
"I don't give a fuck what you do." Tayuya told him flatly, arms and legs crossed and a slightly annoyed, slightly amused, look in her eyes, "But you're hardly convincing me or yourself by just standing around like a dumbass."
"Fine." Zetsu grumbled in annoyance. He was never good at resisting peer pressure. He leaned in, and however strange it was to do this, he stole a kiss from Tayuya, partially to shut her up, and partially as proof.
Tayuya blinked. She hadn't really expected him to do anything. Especially kiss her, considering they had been arguing ever since they'd run into each other. After about a second she burst out laughing. "Fuck, Kataheki!" she exclaimed, punching him lightly on the shoulder and fighting back not to laugh too obnoxiously, "Fuck, that's great! Holy shit. Holy shit." And the great thing about her was that she never took anything to heart. How perfect it was that the bus pulled up just then. "Crack open your wallet, I'm fuckin' freezing."
"Fuck you, cunt." Zetsu said, moving to step on the bus, and showing his pass, and paying for Tayuya's. He hated being laughed at, and his boyish expression said that he hated it. He had an almost pouty and annoyed look to him.
The bus driver gave the sodden students an irritated look, half about their mouths and half about all the water they were tracking in he precious bus. "Fuck you too, dickhead." she told him, almost merrily, the cute in his face a bit unsettling for his personality so well-carved with his makeup and matching attitude. Taking a seat lazily and crossing her legs, she grinned a little at him. "You're great, you're fuckin great."
Zetsu sat down in the seat across the aisle from her, he didn't even bother crossing his legs. He sat there, leaning into the seat, both arms over the back of it, legs spread, turning his head and looking to her with an annoyed glare. "...What the fuck do you mean by that, you goddamn bitch?"
Tayuya put on a very serious expression. Think Literature class. Think Shakespeare. Think all that stupid shit you had to memorize, Tayuya. "Take me to you, imprison me." she recited, not too dramatically, but serious enough to seem halfway realistic. "-For I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste," Putting her hand on her forehead and sighing, she touched her lips with the other, remembering Gai's drama class and the importance of 'SMALL, YOUTHFUL GESTURES' when acting. Perhaps she had learned a thing or two at Oshima. "-except you ravish me."
"Go fuck yourself," Zetsu said, staring up at the ceiling. "It isn't like I seem heterosexual by kissing you anyway."
"Well if you wanna fuck me to prove your point, be my guest." Tayuya snorted, pulling down her hair now that it had dried within her beanie and enjoying the air. "Because Christ, I doubt you couldn't get straighter than that, Kataheki-bitch."
"Why the shit would I want to fuck you?" Zetsu laughed loudly. "You're so fucking funny, Tayuya-kun."
Tayuya snorted. "As are you, Zetsu-chan."
"Stop fucking with my head..." Zetsu said. He was annoyed. He moved his hand up to tug on the green hair on top of his head. It was wet. Like most of him.
"Your head is fun to fuck." Tayuya replied, almost amusedly, twirling her hair and watching the street from the window to make sure she didn't miss her stop. They were fairly close now. Probably the stop after the next one. "You and your emerald locks that ravish me and steak thy chaste." It was a bit more sarcastically said, but still fairly serious. Tayuya was such a weird kid.
"We don't like our head being fucked with," Zetsu said. He let his eyes roll and look at her. "You need to not talk like that. You sound like a fucking theatre freak."
Tayuya sniggered something 'I know something you don't know.' and rang the bell above her, the bus driver turning his head to glare at her and ready himself to stop at the next one. Deidara's apartment was about a block away, close enough to not die in the rainfall. "Well, do I act like I give a shit what you like and don't like?"
The bus comes to a halt, and Tayuya stands, bending down for a second and kissing Zetsu's forehead. "Thanks for the free ride, shithead. Been wonderful getting bruises from you."
Zetsu smirked, moving to stand up and follow her. He let his hands move and tug at her hair. "What the hell was that, cunt?" he asked, moving to follow her off the bus. Oh, he would if he could. He'd have to get on at a later time, but he had a pass, so it was no matter to him.
Tayuya cringed and turned as her hair was pulled. "Hard of hearing? Or can't feel anything through that thick-ass ego of yours?" She poked his forehead and smirked. The bus driver glared, and drove off as Zetsu followed her, a gesture that surprised her. Did she really get under his skin enough to deviate from his precious little schedule? "Ass."
Zetsu didn't have a previous little schedule. So he was there to bother her, not that it was any bother to him. "...Can't hear it through my ego, perhaps you should explain why you enjoy fucking with my head."
"Why the hell wouldn't I?" Tayuya asked, her trademark smirk firmly in place as she walked backwards, the rain beginning to soak her again, even with Deidara's heavy jacket over her. The thing went down to the middle of her legs and was rather big on Deidara too, so it's not as if she had a weak protection, the rain was just a bit obnoxious tonight. "I like fuckin' with you because one," she held up a finger, and the dark rings of mascara under her eyes began to look gaunter as the streetlamp flickered, "You're easy." Holding up another finger, her smirk widened a bit, and her hair, normally a bright red, suddenly looked as dark as blood as the light went out and the area darkened further, "...and two, your overreactions are fucking priceless."
"You're fucking irritating..." Zetsu muttered. It was raining harder now. The black and white from his shirt was being washed out, and his hair was darkening to an almost black color. Any remaining paint on his body was getting washed away quickly. "I'm glad you get such fucking joy from me being easy."
"I'm glad you get such fucking joy from standing in the dark, in the rain, calling me a cunt." Tayuya replied with a forced sweetness, watching a bit of white stain the concrete as it washed off of him. Deidara was going to have a fit when she got home. "I like the feeling of being able to entertain the motherfucking weak-witted, whore."
"It the best name that exists for you after all, Yuya-baby," Zetsu mocked. He put his hands on his hips, violin case in hand, rocking them back in forth in irritation. "I get a lot of fucking joy from it. Thanks for entertaining me, bitch."
Tayuya sarcastically blew him a kiss, turning on her heel now that her precious hair wasn't being tugged and heading down the sidewalk. "See ya later Zetsu! Clean up that pretty little face of yours by tomorrow." She took her leave, heading towards Deidara's apartment and turning around for a moment to say one last thing. "Oh, and by the way, tell Shiro to work with his G string. It's the worst shit I ever heard!"
Zetsu lifted up his hand, showing her the middle finger as he turned around to walk back to the bus stop, shouting out a, "Fuck you, bitch!" to her. He marched, tugging off his shirt to wring it out on the ground, before waiting at the stop, hearing a bus coming around a corner. He waved his pass to the driver, and immediately got on.
What: Tayuya is practicing her flute, Zetsu insults her, they argue, they toss fists, they argue some more, it starts raining, Zetsu pays her way for a bus pass, Zetsu kisses her, AND THEY BECOME FRIENDS ♥
When: A while back >.>;
Where: Park, bus stop, bus, near Dei/Tayu's apartment
Warnings: CURSING. ZETSU AND TAYUYA HAVE THE DIRTIEST MOUTH'S EVER. Mentions of gay, lesbian, and non-consensual sex. Kisses. Both of them being nice and both of them being mean. You KNOW you want to read it *_*
Notes: This...made my day. >3
The October sky was a placid gray, darkened with a storm front that was blowing over the island and promising the rainy season before winter hit them with just as much force. Tayuya sat on a park bench, the rugged, peeling paint and occasional rusted nails that peaked from the wood snagging onto her jeans and her roughly cut hair piled under her hat to keep herself warm.
Rare times it were she ever went out to entertain herself that didn't involve anything illegal where when she was enjoying time with friends or practicing her flute, which she was, the woodwind instrument pressed over her lips and a chorus of soft melodies echoing from where she sat. If anything was delicate about her, it was this, and as the short break from school was nearly over, she needed to refresh her memory of the instrument she knew best.
A sour note rung in her song.
"Fucking hell! I suck at this shit!"
It was that offensive note that drew Zetsu towards that park bench. He had been out, not so much practicing as he probably should have been. A violin case held under one arm, a sketchpad in the other (despite the disagreeing personality that both were a heavy waste of time). But it was that disagreeing personality that pushed him forward to go check and see what had created such an awful noise. Perhaps just to make fun of whoever it was.
Black pants and a brightly contrasted shirt, both form fitting for the most part, were what Zetsu chose to dawn on for his spare time today. What seemed like was probably not the most comfortable of attire, he was comfortable in. Inching closer, it was that girl with pink hair. And when she spoke, he grinned, the darker side of him taking front it seemed.
"You do."
Tayuya jumped, her own frustration stealing her concentration of the outside world to the extent to which the sudden, calm voice could, for a lack of a better term 'scare the shit out of her.'
"MOTHER FUCKING-" she screamed, clutching the flute to her chest and springing to a stand, wheeling around in a blur of hair and her thick clothing.
"...Kataheki?"
Zetsu smirked, although it was a half smirk, part of him unamused, and almost bored by the teasing. He lifted up a single hand, painted black. "Tayuya-bitch," he said, offering her little other words in welcoming. So, he didn't feel like playing nice.
HE didn't usually feel like it. "So that shitty sound came from you?"
"Un-fucking-fortunately, shithead." Tayuya replied in annoyance, crossing her arms with the flute grasping in her left hand and a look of distaste (as it always was) on her face. "What the fuck do you want Kataheki-whore?"
"You to stop making so much fucking noise and play it like it is an instrument," Zetsu grumbled in response, though a smirk crossed his features. "It sounded like you were raping a cow with that thing."
Tayuya's eyebrow twitched slightly, and she shoved the flute into the elastic of her skirt, meeting his eyes with a half-glare, half-smirk. "I play it like a motherfucking instrument, ignorant ass. Just not fucking perfectly. It's not as though you're any fuckin better with your violin, goddamn pansy."
"At least I don't kill the plants by playing outside, cunt," Zetsu growled. He knew that plants were more sensitive to sound. "And I do play it like an instrument." In fact, he was quite good at it, too. "At least I'm in tune."
"They're already dying, dickhead, it's October." Tayuya replied, rolling her eyes at him and all of his immature glory. Zetsu was a lot like her, but in the four years she'd known him, he was only a lot like her half the time. "I'm in tune asshole, but then again you wouldn't know, you've got such a hearing deficit from all the chicks you rape at the shitty parties you throw, goddamn freak."
"Of course they're dying, but that doesn't mean you have to make it fucking painful for them." He moved his hands to rest on his hips. Like her half of the time. That was pretty much true. "We don't think you're in fucking tune. We find the noise you make offensive." He smirked a bit, quirking an eyebrow on his lighter side. "We don't waste our time with such things most of the time."
Tayuya outright laughed at him. "The plants can goddamn melt for all I fuckin' care. We all die someday." She continued to giggle as she spoke, Zetsu never ceasing to amaze and amuse her whenever she talked to him. "And that is such bullshit! I've heard you play like shit before, and you're obviously bothering because you're going out of your sorry way to be an ass."
"You probably heard the wrong one of us playing, you goddamn bitch," Zetsu snapped back. And she had just said such a thing about the plants? Tsh, how annoying was she! He grumbled something, kicking the dirt beneath his feet.
"You're such a fucking psycho!" Tayuya snapped, nails tightening into her sides as she glared at him. "There shouldn't be two of you for god's sake! I shouldn't have to fucking tell the difference between the freak who drinks off his ass and the nerd who studies like a good goddamn little boy, Zetsu!" Tayuya kept quiet about his condition for the most part, as did the senior class in general, by enlarge just letting Zetsu be, but she was a loose cannon, and he pissed her off. A lot.
"Maybe you should get the fuck used to it. You've known us long enough." Zetsu growled a bit, hands on his hips. The paint on his hands was starting to fade because of how long he had had it on (all day). "You should be fucking used to it. Besides, there are two of us." At least to him.
"How the fuck am I supposed to be able to tell which one can't play a goddamn violin?! It's not as if I fucking watch you!" This was going to end in fists if they didn't reach some sort of standpoint within the next ten minutes, and Tayuya was itching to punch him in the face. "I am fucking used to it! But it's not as though we hang out so I don't exactly understand that shit, Jesusmotherfucking Christ!"
"The one who sounds worse than you playing your fucking flute is the one who doesn't know how to play, dumbass." Zetsu said, annoyed by her. He, too, knew it would end in fists, wanting to hit her probably as badly as she wanted to hit him. "What is there to understand, anyway? Not fucking difficult."
"Well it's not as though I fucking have a second side of myself that's all goddamn sunshine, lollipops, and abstinence!" Tayuya hissed back, her black nails beginning to dig into her waist in self-restraint. "And for fuck's sake, ninety percent of the time I play better than either fuckin' side of you, asshole."
"Shiro isn't fucking all about that," Zetsu said, still snapping at him. His fists were tightening. "Take that back, you fucking bitch. It isn't although you've hardly ever even heard us play."
: "Hello, we play at the same damn concerts, go to same school, are in the same fucking class! I don't watch you or anything, but at least I have a fucking appreciation for music, unlike you who sees yourself, yourselves, what the fuck ever, as some goddamn god. You're so fucking arrogant!" Tayuya's voice had raised to something angry, and she didn't bother addressing Zetsu's Shiro complex, just continuing to toss out insults and make her point.
"We are aware we are far from a god!" Zetsu growled back. A god definitely wouldn't have a Shiro/Kuro complex sitting on their shoulders, and both sides of Zetsu could even agree on that.
"You don't motherfuckin' act like it, you asshole." Tayuya seethed, her tone dripping with anger and her easy-to-rile attitude not playing in her benefit for the current situation. "Or do you act up something special too, just to fuck with me?"
"You're too much fucking fun, cunt," Zetsu laughed a bit. "I swear. No one amuses us more than when you get so fucking riled up!" A loud laugh. Really loud. Obnoxious, on purpose.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Tayuya shouted, rather suddenly, her nails tightening into her palm and her eyes darkening with the look she always had when she fought. Her fist hit him with a greater speed than even she had figured it would, colliding with his jaw in a sudden punch that cracked a noise through their bickering like a gunshot, even if it only seemed that way to her. She hadn't punched him with the intent to break anything, and nothing had been broken, but just the sound of fist to flesh got her blood flowing erratically and her addiction withdrawal for fighting suddenly more painful than it had felt all year. "Fucking asshole!"
Zetsu brought his hand to his fist, and instantly, put down his violin he had been carrying, moving to punch her back. The jaw, a hit similar to what she had incurred upon him. "Fucking cunt! What the hell was that for?!" he yelled after hitting her back. No aim to break, just to bruise. Battle marks.
"Because you're a fucking dickhead!" Tayuya yelled back, hitting him again in the opposite jaw and feeling her silver flute wedging down the elastic of her skirt. "You've been begging for it, fucker! You can't expect to run around mouthing off like the fuckhead you are and not expect someone to want you to learn to shut the fuck up!"
"We'll mouth off to whoever the fuck we want," Zetsu said. He was normally of a less talkative nature, preferring to be a quiet creepy kid. He reached his leg up and kicked her in the thigh. "Fucking bitch. Watch your flute, it might get further into your pants than any guy would want to go."
Tayuya wavered on hitting him again for that one, which was pretty unjustified, but she didn't want her flute to get damaged if it slipped and hit the ground. She didn't exactly have any pockets, so, ignoring the comment for a moment, she delicately removed it and set it on the bench. The second her instrument was safe, however, she aimed a high kick, hitting him directly across the head, still not enough to break anything, but more than enough to hurt. "I'm not even gonna argue that one, you fucking wretch!"
That was enough for Zetsu to not waste his time hitting back, his head snapped to the side in irritation when he was kicked, frowning. "Go ahead, fucking argue it, cunt. Wouldn't surprise me if you were a dyke, after all." He smirked a bit, eying the flute on the bench.
Tayuya glowered, crossing her arms and one of the most sadistic little expressions she'd ever worn appearing on her face. "I'm not gay, but if you're into that shit, I could bring Kin to your apartment and make nice of your couch." she said with a bit of a smirk, not really noticing his second glance at her flute and keeping her seriousness firmly in place. Bad. Mood.
"Only if you ugly bitches will let us watch," Zetsu smirked. "Because you know we have this fetish for ugly, lesbian cunts." His eyes went back to her, letting them fall away from the flute. He was cruel...but he couldn't see himself actually ruining it of hers.
"How ironic!" Tayuya exclaimed, throwing her hands up in sarcastic surprise as though she'd just figured out than peanut butter and jelly did indeed make a sandwich, "I do too! I was masturbating all night to that video of you and Sasori, ugly lesbian cunts are fuckin' amazing!"
That thought alone grossed him out. "Only you would be into shit like that," Zetsu said, attempting to hide the surfacing disgust at the thought. It made him mentally shudder.
Tayuya sniggered at his reaction. Owned. Adjusting her beanie and ignoring the sting of the jaw she knew would be bruised nicely this time tomorrow, she met his eyes with a satisfied seriousness as she replaced her hands to her hips. "You'd be motherfuckin surprised, Zetsu-dear. Motherfucking surprised."
"Tell me, Tayuya-bitch, what other fucking surprises do you have up your sleeve for me?" Zetsu asked, expecting her to have a list of them. He was sure of it. His jaw would be bruised on both sides, not to mention the side of his head. Man, that girl could fucking hit.
Tayuya grinned slightly, biting off a bit off chapped skin on her bottom lip and preparing it for some painful inflammation later on. "A piece in tune, maybe?" she suggested, a hint of menace sugarcoated in a light, half-joking manner, "What the fuck did you expect? Some fairy punch?"
"From you? Fuck no. I expect fairy punches from Uchiha and Sasori." Zetsu sneered. "That would be a fucking surprise to me." He chirped, probably sounding slightly optimistic, although he figured she wouldn't be able to surprise him with it.
An amount of defensiveness in her actions, Tayuya grabbed her flute from the bench, stepping back to give herself space from Zetsu and finding a piece in her mind. One Zetsu wouldn't have heard before. One she'd written herself, preferably. The beat of a piece she'd written as a History project, strangely enough, came to her mind, and a small grin formed on her face. It was called Riot, and she liked it, a very emotional piece and, from every time she'd played it, rather good. "Well then shut the fuck up and let me play."
Zetsu folded his arms over his chest and gave her a look that said 'Go for it, bitch'. She should be the one to stop talking. Maybe he'd have to go and show her up with one of his pieces on the violin afterwards. But for now, he'd listen, be quiet, and be brutally honest.
Tayuya closed her eyes and pressed the instrument to her lips. Tayuya, in a sense, was almost as schizophrenic as Zetsu. There was the side of her that swore and drank and fucked and pretty much did anything that seemed like a good idea at the time. Then there was the her that spent three or four hours a day practicing her flute, working as hard as she could to become the best. She was a different person behind her flute than behind a bottle of sake, and she displayed it heavily as she played. Usually she could manage to spot flaws in her own playing better than anyone else, but as she played her piece, she couldn't critique anything.
Zetsu didn't have anything either. And she seemed quite different when she started playing. He wondered if like himself, there was two Tayuyas. But he doubted it. She spoke differently than he did. Behaved differently, and thought it was pretty fucking weird that he said 'we' a lot. Instead he seemed focused on her music. "Pretty fucking good for a bitch."
Tayuya gave him a deadpan look. "Do bitches usually have mediocre playing skills or am I in a different category?" she asked with slight sarcasm, crossing her arms as she eyed the violin she expected him to pick up and begin to play.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Neither. Compared to how you were earlier, we were expecting you to go back to slaughtering kittens." He moved to pick up his violin, and nudged her down the bench.
Tayuya sat down, pulling her legs up so her knees pressed into her chest and not really caring if Zetsu could see anything or not. She didn't care about things like that, her body was the way it was and there was no point in trying to hide it or starving herself so it could be perfect like too many other girls in the world can and will do. "Fuck you." she said shortly, listening with intent as she waited for him to begin playing. Personal discord or not, she respected and admired good music.
Zetsu started, making sure the strings were tightened before playing, the notes started low, solemn. Zetsu seemed entirely different while playing (perhaps because he was). His fingers moved over the strings. He was focused on it. He could hear no mistakes, it was a piece of his own, much like Tayuya's had been.
The piece, or snippet of a piece, she couldn't tell, wrapped without definable flaw, and she put two fingers up in a peace sign of approval. "Nice. You're good Kataheki, even if you are an ugly lesbian cunt." Maybe it was something artists simply did, becoming one with their medium whenever the used it. Or maybe she just over thought it, but people could become something incredible when they are full of passion. Tayuya believed that passion made art, and passion alone.
"We say the same for you, dirty bitch." Zetsu said, peering up at her and sneering a bit. He gently settled the violin in his lap, having no more notes to play for her. Music for him was something you couldn't be good at without loving.
Tayuya twirled the flute in her fingers, the instrument twisting in dangerous spirals, though she was more than used to such a gesture. She could be a baton twirler, if such was her forte. "Done trying to prove you're an ickle prodigy, or wanna keep playing and punching me until I admit something?" she asked, a bit sarcastically, a small trickle of rain landing on the bridge of her nose. "...and fuck."
Rain. Zetsu liked the rain. He smirked, looking up as he felt some more of the drops hitting his face, slowly washing off some of the black and white makeup he wore. He had to move his violin back into its case to keep it from getting wet. "Fucking rain." He liked the rain, though, but he didn't want to get wet right then.
Tayuya had walked a pretty good distance to get to the park, and as the rain began to fall, droplets beading on top of her beanie and soaking into her hair, a certain amount of frustration set in. "Fuck. I don't wanna walk home in the shit." Taking her flute and putting it down her shirt, she glared a harsh look at the ground as she thought of how to get home without developing hypothermia. She didn't have her wallet with her, which meant no license to drive, no money for a cab, and no bus pass. "Fuck."
"..." Zetsu rolled his gold eyes and stepped back, huffing silently. "Bus. We'll pay your way if it makes you shut the fuck up." He said some more vulgarities under his breath, most of them couldn't be understood to anyone's ear but his own. "Or else you're walking, bitch, make a choice."
Tayuya perked slightly. She was tempted to ask, 'Why the fuck would you do anything for me?' but bit the comment down, recognizing how rude it sounded, even in her own head. "Thanks, Zetsu." she said, almost contentedly, but only almost because she never really sounded content about anything. "I'll let you wear Dei's jacket over your head and shit, since you're wearing a bunch of makeup and would look like a goddamn Oreo if the shit smeared." She pulled it off as she spoke, the thing too many sizes bigger than herself, and tossed it hastily towards him. "Bus stop's close, c'mon.
"...Why the shit do you have Deidara's jacket...?" was Zetsu's distant thought as he walked towards the bus stop. He didn't really care too much about makeup. Besides, unlike many, he didn't use his makeup to hide who he was.
Tayuya gave him a 'well, DUH' look as she walked, crossing her arms over her chest and kicking a coke can in her way. "We share an apartment. I wear his clothes. What the fuck did you think?" The rain thickened quickly, not wasting much time in soaking her Oshima uniform and causing what little mascara she wore to run a little bit.
Zetsu shrugged and smirked towards her. He stopped by the bus stop, moving under the shelter. Despite hiding his face, a lot of the make-up washed off, and he gave the jacket back to her. "No fucking point of it now," was an annoyed mutter.
"Why the fuck are you smirkin' at me?" Tayuya asked moodily, ringing out her skirt before moving under the shelter and parking herself on the bench. People always seemed to do that when she mentioned Deidara, which never ceased to annoy and confuse her. She gave him a half-hearted glare as she wrapped herself back in his jacket, shivering a little as her lack of tolerance to cold set in. "Motherfuck', rain is cold."
"That has got to be the most fucking confusing apartment. Do you get your shit mixed up ever? The dude has got to be a fag. And you're a dyke." Deidara was by far the most feminine guy that Zetsu knew. But Tayuya was one of the more masculine girls he knew as well. He didn't bother sitting there. The makeup washed off, Zetsu's shirt collar was covered in black and white, and the bottoms of the sleeves of his shirt were the same manner. He just stood there, his face was quite gentle underneath the makeup, which might have shocked some.
Tayuya was surprised when she glanced up at him, a glare ready on her face and a returned comment for insulting her friend on the tip of her tongue. Zetsu's features were smooth, the last thing she'd expected them to be, and his face had a boyish look about it, making him look maybe a year younger than he was and certainly acted. Black and white mixed into his clothes, and it was just then that Tayuya realized she'd never seen him without makeup. Nonetheless..."Fuck you. I'm straight, and I don't give a shit what Deidara is, so don't fuck with me about him."
"Thanks for the invitation, but no thanks. I like my women to be women." Zetsu sneered, the boyish looks to him never fading, even as he smirked. This was why he wore the makeup. He lost all ability to be intimidating and threatening when he wasn't wearing it.
"So that's why you mentioned Deidara, and here I thought you had it for Sasori..." Tayuya trailed, biting one of her fingernails and glancing passively in the direction of where the bus should have been. Not here yet. "He cooks well. I bet he'd be a marvelous lay. Tell me when you find out, Kay?"
"Deidara's like a woman with a dick. Not my thing. But if you're into it, I'll be sure to let him know." Not that he had talked to Deidara since he had gotten to the school. Damn, where the hell was the bus? "...And I'm not a fag, so you need to shut the hell up on that. I still have time to make you walk home."
"You have time, but you won't." Tayuya replied with a bit of a grin, taking off her beanie momentarily to pull her hair up under it and replace it back on her head. Wet hair made her feel itchy. "If you want me to stop callin' you a goddamn faggot, then do something heterosexual to shut me up, ya freak." she smirked. Poor Zetsu. The boy was so asexual, he'd never really acted like he wanted a girl or a guy, and she'd seen all of the boys in her senior class through, god forbid, puberty.
His violin case swung slightly when he folded his arms over his chest. "What the fuck do you mean? You have to do something 'heterosexual' to not be a fag?" That made no sense to him. "I thought you had to do something homosexual to be a fag in the first place."
"How the fuck does that not make sense? Do something straight and prove you're not gay, since you're so fuckin' defensive about it." Tayuya gave him a 'this-makes-all-the-sense-in-the-world' look with eyes half-lidded. "Besides, it's the gay ones that are always so defensive about it anyways. Denial's brutal, ain't it?"
"I'm not a fucking fag." Zetsu said. What could he do that was 'heterosexual' and prove it to her. Err, other than anything with her, because somehow that didn't make it seem like he'd be any more...heterosexual by kissing her. "...We don't understand what we should do."
"I don't give a fuck what you do." Tayuya told him flatly, arms and legs crossed and a slightly annoyed, slightly amused, look in her eyes, "But you're hardly convincing me or yourself by just standing around like a dumbass."
"Fine." Zetsu grumbled in annoyance. He was never good at resisting peer pressure. He leaned in, and however strange it was to do this, he stole a kiss from Tayuya, partially to shut her up, and partially as proof.
Tayuya blinked. She hadn't really expected him to do anything. Especially kiss her, considering they had been arguing ever since they'd run into each other. After about a second she burst out laughing. "Fuck, Kataheki!" she exclaimed, punching him lightly on the shoulder and fighting back not to laugh too obnoxiously, "Fuck, that's great! Holy shit. Holy shit." And the great thing about her was that she never took anything to heart. How perfect it was that the bus pulled up just then. "Crack open your wallet, I'm fuckin' freezing."
"Fuck you, cunt." Zetsu said, moving to step on the bus, and showing his pass, and paying for Tayuya's. He hated being laughed at, and his boyish expression said that he hated it. He had an almost pouty and annoyed look to him.
The bus driver gave the sodden students an irritated look, half about their mouths and half about all the water they were tracking in he precious bus. "Fuck you too, dickhead." she told him, almost merrily, the cute in his face a bit unsettling for his personality so well-carved with his makeup and matching attitude. Taking a seat lazily and crossing her legs, she grinned a little at him. "You're great, you're fuckin great."
Zetsu sat down in the seat across the aisle from her, he didn't even bother crossing his legs. He sat there, leaning into the seat, both arms over the back of it, legs spread, turning his head and looking to her with an annoyed glare. "...What the fuck do you mean by that, you goddamn bitch?"
Tayuya put on a very serious expression. Think Literature class. Think Shakespeare. Think all that stupid shit you had to memorize, Tayuya. "Take me to you, imprison me." she recited, not too dramatically, but serious enough to seem halfway realistic. "-For I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste," Putting her hand on her forehead and sighing, she touched her lips with the other, remembering Gai's drama class and the importance of 'SMALL, YOUTHFUL GESTURES' when acting. Perhaps she had learned a thing or two at Oshima. "-except you ravish me."
"Go fuck yourself," Zetsu said, staring up at the ceiling. "It isn't like I seem heterosexual by kissing you anyway."
"Well if you wanna fuck me to prove your point, be my guest." Tayuya snorted, pulling down her hair now that it had dried within her beanie and enjoying the air. "Because Christ, I doubt you couldn't get straighter than that, Kataheki-bitch."
"Why the shit would I want to fuck you?" Zetsu laughed loudly. "You're so fucking funny, Tayuya-kun."
Tayuya snorted. "As are you, Zetsu-chan."
"Stop fucking with my head..." Zetsu said. He was annoyed. He moved his hand up to tug on the green hair on top of his head. It was wet. Like most of him.
"Your head is fun to fuck." Tayuya replied, almost amusedly, twirling her hair and watching the street from the window to make sure she didn't miss her stop. They were fairly close now. Probably the stop after the next one. "You and your emerald locks that ravish me and steak thy chaste." It was a bit more sarcastically said, but still fairly serious. Tayuya was such a weird kid.
"We don't like our head being fucked with," Zetsu said. He let his eyes roll and look at her. "You need to not talk like that. You sound like a fucking theatre freak."
Tayuya sniggered something 'I know something you don't know.' and rang the bell above her, the bus driver turning his head to glare at her and ready himself to stop at the next one. Deidara's apartment was about a block away, close enough to not die in the rainfall. "Well, do I act like I give a shit what you like and don't like?"
The bus comes to a halt, and Tayuya stands, bending down for a second and kissing Zetsu's forehead. "Thanks for the free ride, shithead. Been wonderful getting bruises from you."
Zetsu smirked, moving to stand up and follow her. He let his hands move and tug at her hair. "What the hell was that, cunt?" he asked, moving to follow her off the bus. Oh, he would if he could. He'd have to get on at a later time, but he had a pass, so it was no matter to him.
Tayuya cringed and turned as her hair was pulled. "Hard of hearing? Or can't feel anything through that thick-ass ego of yours?" She poked his forehead and smirked. The bus driver glared, and drove off as Zetsu followed her, a gesture that surprised her. Did she really get under his skin enough to deviate from his precious little schedule? "Ass."
Zetsu didn't have a previous little schedule. So he was there to bother her, not that it was any bother to him. "...Can't hear it through my ego, perhaps you should explain why you enjoy fucking with my head."
"Why the hell wouldn't I?" Tayuya asked, her trademark smirk firmly in place as she walked backwards, the rain beginning to soak her again, even with Deidara's heavy jacket over her. The thing went down to the middle of her legs and was rather big on Deidara too, so it's not as if she had a weak protection, the rain was just a bit obnoxious tonight. "I like fuckin' with you because one," she held up a finger, and the dark rings of mascara under her eyes began to look gaunter as the streetlamp flickered, "You're easy." Holding up another finger, her smirk widened a bit, and her hair, normally a bright red, suddenly looked as dark as blood as the light went out and the area darkened further, "...and two, your overreactions are fucking priceless."
"You're fucking irritating..." Zetsu muttered. It was raining harder now. The black and white from his shirt was being washed out, and his hair was darkening to an almost black color. Any remaining paint on his body was getting washed away quickly. "I'm glad you get such fucking joy from me being easy."
"I'm glad you get such fucking joy from standing in the dark, in the rain, calling me a cunt." Tayuya replied with a forced sweetness, watching a bit of white stain the concrete as it washed off of him. Deidara was going to have a fit when she got home. "I like the feeling of being able to entertain the motherfucking weak-witted, whore."
"It the best name that exists for you after all, Yuya-baby," Zetsu mocked. He put his hands on his hips, violin case in hand, rocking them back in forth in irritation. "I get a lot of fucking joy from it. Thanks for entertaining me, bitch."
Tayuya sarcastically blew him a kiss, turning on her heel now that her precious hair wasn't being tugged and heading down the sidewalk. "See ya later Zetsu! Clean up that pretty little face of yours by tomorrow." She took her leave, heading towards Deidara's apartment and turning around for a moment to say one last thing. "Oh, and by the way, tell Shiro to work with his G string. It's the worst shit I ever heard!"
Zetsu lifted up his hand, showing her the middle finger as he turned around to walk back to the bus stop, shouting out a, "Fuck you, bitch!" to her. He marched, tugging off his shirt to wring it out on the ground, before waiting at the stop, hearing a bus coming around a corner. He waved his pass to the driver, and immediately got on.