Undeserving

He was lucky- undeservingly lucky. They wouldn't kill each other like Kakuzu and Hidan were sure to do any day now. He wasn't getting hit on like Deidara was (possibly teasingly, probably out of genuine inability to retain the facts) by Tobi. He wasn't alone. He was just short, especially in comparison. Very short. He smiled softly now, unable to focus on his task of forging scrolls and copying others. They, they were almost, almost… happy. It wasn't right seeing as they were killers, criminals, undeserving in short. Were they… too happy? No. They weren't like that. He'd considered it before, to be sure, but no. Maybe if they weren't criminals, maybe if it was a different situation, maybe, but for now or the foreseeable future, no. He cared for the 195-centimeter tall, almost gentlemanly, amphibious swordsman, but not like that. Interesting though, how he could almost see that working out, even between such different people. He'd never imagined in all his years that the person he would care for most in the world, his, yes it was okay to think it he supposed, best friend, would be a half-shark murderer over twenty centimeters taller than him with a living sword and multiple rows of teeth. But then, life is unpredictable, in the oddest ways too. Why, of all people, him? Why should he have the best partner in Akatsuki? Why should he have a best friend?