[Thread - OPEN] No words to say, the worst displayed.

[lazyish]

Who: Shikamaru's dead body and anyone who wants to stare at it.
Where: Terra, the corner of a major intersection.
When: Wednesday afternoon, after this and this.
Summary: There's something hanging from a telephone pole. Wait, is that a body?
Rating: R for violence?
Other: Bawww.

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[waitingfora]

"Work must be pretty hectic." His hand pressed against the back of his neck as he scratched the area just behind his ear. Yosuke commented to himself on the absence of Shika from the apartment, never coming home after work. He wondered if he should have called, but didn't want to seem like some pest. Or maybe the other teen just got in after he went to school. Really had to work on figuring out that guy's work hours, but he supposed it didn't matter. Took some fairly good notes while he doodled the fog in the upper margins with fog sharks in them -- interested in how high had settled from the classroom windows. "Kind of feels like things are settling down." A pause and then small laugh. "And I have got to stop talking aloud to myself

[tonguejob]

Deidara was walking back from school. It was summer, sure, but was allowed to use the campus facilities to work on his major-related projects. He'd been visiting the library and the tech centers for chemistry and science books and resources--he had a new project of the explosive type. Though his clay was more effective than normal explosive techniques, learning physics and chemistry was useful, and the more he understood reactions, the better able he seemed to make his clay do what he wanted it to

[holyish]

He could really really fucking throw his retarded cell phone through one of his underlings heads, Hidan that is. For twenty minutes he had been trying to call his brother, and even an hour before that. What the fuck was the deal about that weird-ass television program? Because that was probably one of the most fucking creepiest things he had ever seen. Shit, he dismissed everything that bastard said, it didn’t even sound like his brother -- sure it looked like Shikamaru, but fuck…that was just weird as shit, and it freaked Hidan out.

Pacing back and forth with a sneer along his lips, Hidan punched in the numbers of his cell phone again only to hear the shit sound of the dial-tone. A low hiss left his lips, and he muttered to himself a countdown that if Shikamaru didn’t answer the next time he called, then he would find that little bitch and punch his head in. And surprise, he didn’t.

And no, Hidan was not worried. Okay yeah, he was worried, but feeling the rage and being pissed off kinda just overridden that shit. When he heard the

[tonguejob]

"Shut the fuck up and get here five fucking minutes ago." Deidara snarled into the phone. "You're not going to read Shikamaru, you idiot, because he's here. He's dead, hm." There was rage in Deidara's voice and expression, rage and grief, but mainly rage. He was angry that Shikamaru was dead, angry that he hadn't been there for his friend, but even more than that, he was angry because this scene was familiar.

His body had looked like that when Shika had found him. Shikamaru had shown him the picture of his own body, and it had looked the same. Mostly. Same set up.

Which meant that whoever had killed him, had killed Shika.

Was it Yaha? Did that tranny bastard remember Shika killed him, and did he go for revenge? Deidara's blood was boiling, but he had the presence of mind to dig his own phone out and take a picture of the body with the hideous pink sparkly thing, as he talked to Hidan.

He had to blink as his eyes blurred, and he was grinding his teeth so hard his jaw hurt.