"Fine." You mutter angrily, shoving your hand violently into the bag, almost knocking it from Tobi's hands completely. You grasp the first thing you come across and carelessly fling it onto the coffee table and the silver metal makes an unattractive clang against the glass tabletop as it lands.

"Oi! Be careful with that!" Hidan growls, snatching the pendant from the table and looping it over his head, tucking it inside the shirt he was wearing. Hidan, wearing a shirt? That's definitely a first...

"Can I just pick again? I'm not in the mood for dealing with his tantrums." You say blankly, making no attempt to move. You vaguely notice Hidan making some kind of noise in anger, though, that's nothing new.

"Nope!" Tobi says happily, as if it were a good thing. "In you go, Y/N-Chan!" Tobi grabs you by the arm and hoists you to your feet. It takes him plenty of effort to drag you anyway near the closet, as you were silently refusing to move. Scanning the room boredly, Hidan was no where in sight, so he must be inside already.

"It's only seven minutes, now, go!" Leader-Sama commands, and when he notices you're in line with the door, he raises a hand and almighty push!

You slam back against the wall of the closet and put a hand to the back of your head, which had bounced off of the wall. It was awfully quiet in the closet, even Tobi noticed.

"Hidan...?" Tobi called cautious. He flicked on the light from outside and peered around the small closet curiously. "He's gone!" Tobi yelled, descending into a panicked state. "Stay here, Tobi will find him!" He says, before slamming the door shut. You try the handle, no luck, he already locked it.

You stand and glare at the door. As soon as he opens that door, I'm out. I swear, I am so done with this. Though when the door opens, you fall flat on your back with a weight crashing on top of you. "Seven minutes!~" Tobi sings from outside. You stare at the ceiling in anger before harshly shoving the weight off of you, and it groans.

"Watch it, b***h." Hidan mutters sourly, rolling onto his back and sitting upright.

"Or what?" You challenge blankly. He finally turns to face you and his eyes first land on your leg. He quirks up and eyebrow with a slight smirk.

"Still in your pajamas?" He teases. "How classy." An eye roll follows. "F/C too..." He scoffs.

"Yes. Do you have a problem?" You both get to your feet and you lean back against the wall, folding your arms and scanning around the closet for something interesting to occupy you while you were trapped in this closet. Why was it called seven minutes in heaven? Seven minutes in hell seemed to suit it more. You shuffled awkwardly, and nervously, from foot to foot.

"Yeah, actually. I got a problem." Hidan says angrily. "He left this damn light on!" His voice raises to a yell, probably hoping to rouse someone into coming and turning that light off. But why...? well- "I don't want to have to look at that ugly mug of yours."

"You don't have to." You say, maliciously. "If you're that bothered, turn around, dumba**." You scowl at him. He just send you a glare, leaning back against a wall, himself.

"That, and you've got too many clothes on..." He says lowly. You don't quite catch what he says.

"What was that...?"

"Nothing." He dismisses. A silence falls for no more than a few seconds. "You know, I'm shocked you haven't made a move on me yet." The smug grin on his face is like a beacon of arrogance as he regards you from the corner of his eyes.

"Oh, really?" You say in amusement. He's definitely full of himself.

"Yeah, I mean, this is one time thing, y'know? A once in a lifetime opportunity." He grins at his own words.

"That's just as well." You chuckle dryly.

"that's fricking' rude-"

"You talk too much."

"What the f*-" You silence him by seizing hold of his cloak and yanking him towards you. You smash your lips down on his and he kicks into action instantly. His lips mold forcefully against your own, hungrily pulling you closer.

He forces his tongue into your mouth after prying your lips open and his tongue dance along with your. His hands pull you against him desperately and his lower body begins to grind against yours. One hand digs deeply into his hair, giving a harsh yank, and he groans quietly as his lips part from yours for no more than a few seconds, because he forces his lips back on yours. Your other hand is curled into his cloak, balled up with a handful of the material for when-

Three knocks on the door sound before light floods in. Before anyone can see what's going on, you harshly push him away and fold your arms, looking at Deidara in the doorway with a scowl. You seemed to have been fast enough and he didn't see.

"What the F**K?!" Hidan yells angrily, enraged at your sudden rejection. You roll your eyes and brush past Deidara, but as you do, you hear him whisper to you;

"Don't think you got away with that, you weren't quick enough; I saw you." You mentally curse yourself and saunter past as if you didn't even hear him, all the while, Hidan was still in the closet, cursing loudly.

Play again?~