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A Strange Sort of Normal

The fingers of the sun's rays peeked mercilessly through the gaps in the blinds of the window and straight onto the face of the sole occupant of the room. Said occupant of the room wrinkled his nose and muttered something less than intelligent, then rolled onto his other side. There was a window on that side too. And the man he shared his abode with had seen fit to put a reflective mirror right by that window for reasons unknown, so that same occupant of the room got a blinding glare of light sent into his corneas, even through his eyelids.

"Fucking- What the hell, Kakuzu?!"

This time around, that same occupant of the room (who else?), shot up and angrily flung his sheets halfway across the room. He had meant for it to be more dramatic, but sheets don't really go all that far. So he grabbed the nearest thing in his reach- still half-blinded- and chucked it at the door.

The object in question happened to be a lamp, and it spontaeously combusted upon contact with the solid entryway. Unleashing a volley of curses that would have made his mother cry, the man attempted to climb off his bed. Unfortunately, this bed was right against the wall, and in his slightly-less-than-blinded state, he smacked right into the concrete. Now, his skull was hard, but the wall was harder. A dull thud was droned out by the sound of a giant-

"JASHIN DAMN IT ALL TO FUCKING HELL!!"

By now, flames were eating up the door and the blinds of the firstly mentioned window, and his skull had a nice, large dent in it. Still muttering to himself about 'gay-ass walls and their fucking concrete buddies', he rolled onto his opposite side, and fell off the bed.

Clearly, he was not having a good day. Right?

Sadly enough, this was pretty normal for Hidan.