A/N- This is a request for Cheapy Corp. lol beginning of the XMas presents, and I'd like to apologize now for completely winging this story. lol its so light fluff.

Konan gave Pein another ugly glance as the uniform was tossed into the nearby trash can. There was a pause and she shook her head. Five weeks, and nothing, five weeks and no good results and eighteen trash bags full of discontinued uniforms. There was a silence.

It continued as they waited lethargically for another random Idea to spur.

Five hours later they tried again.

“We need some sort of…design...” Pein muttered irritatingly as he grimaced at the plain black cloak in front of him. “Like maybe we could put a little guy with a sword on there…or…uh….something…”

“Let’s put flowers!” Konan suggested, only getting an ugly look in response. “I thought they would look nice.”

“Exactly, Konan, we’re supposed to be evil here.” Pein grumbled. “What do you want the world to think Akatsuki is, A group that goes around planting flowers and donating to charities? No I think not.”

Konan sighed. “It was just a suggestion.”

Pein wasn’t exactly your ideal suggestion box. Every time she happened to suggest something he always threw it back in her face like she was a moron.

“I’m going to put rocks on there. Yes Rocks will be nice,” Pein proclaimed, while drawing an imprint symbol. He put them on the cloak before checking his work. “See, it worked.”

“That doesn’t look like a rock.” She commented, watching Pein’s cheerful smile fade to dust in a slow processed manner.

“Then what the hell do you think it looks like?”

“It looks like an over-artistic cloud.”

“Fine, maybe we should start over again.”

“Oh please god no.”

Five hours later, they decided to keep the over-detailed rock or cloud things, merely because they were almost out of cloth. The next question was on the subject of what else to add to it. Konan raised her hand, despite the fact she and Pein were the only ones there.

“Maybe a hat!”

“A hat?”

“I mean, sometimes they have to go to the desert, so they might want to keep the sun out of their eyes. Or something.”

Pein twitched. “What kind of hat?”

“Uhh… how about a top hat?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

Konan muttered curses under her breath at this, and once again, another of her ideas goes to waste because of Mister Control Freak. Pein glanced over to her.

“What’s your problem?”

“Hmph, nothing.”

Pein was intelligent to know when a girl says “nothing” with a bit of attitude, it means EVERYTHING is wrong. He sighed.

“Liar.”

“I just want to use one of my ideas for once.”

There was a pause. “But all of your ideas are so horr….” He stopped himself. MAYDAY MAYDAY! Steering out of control! Hit the brakes, hit the brakes!

“Peculiar.” He finished, putting little emphasis on the word. Konan glared at him. “I mean, they just don’t befit an evil organization based on ruling the world by causing random wars with pretty much no motive or plan for causing them…”

She glowered, and turned her head. “Fine, I see how it is, then.”

“What?”No reply came from that question. He sighed. Great, now he was going to have to deal with this on top of the uniforms.

“Fine!” He muttered, “I’ll give you one thing.” He sighed. Please not the Top Hats, not the top hats.

She gave off a grin, a grin of twisted caliber and malice, one that showed pure evil inside of her heart. Pein frowned and braced himself for the worst; it was going to be worse than the hats, wasn’t it? Was it high heels, or fishnet stockings? He took in a deep breath.

She kissed him once, and he feared the worst as she looked him in the eyes and muttered.

“We’re getting some nail polish.”