A middle aged, graying, man was behind a desk reading through reports. He was about to finish reading the last report, which was sadly, long winded and filled with hammy boasting and facts that were a bit out of place. He sighed.
"Why must we give rogue kids with super-sized egos these S-Rank missions?" The man sighed to himself.
Suddenly, the door was slammed open with brute force. That could only mean ONE person, or tween...
"HEY OLD MAN!"
The man sighed in disdain.
"What now?" The man asked in slight annoyance.
"I got my report done! Hm!"
It was yet ANOTHER over written report. The man had a visible tick mark. While the report got into the technical aspects of the mission, it was no saving grace from the boasting that littered the entire thing.
"What is with you?! I asked for a report, not a paper about your show boating!" The man shouted.
The tween's smirk was prominent through the unyielding shadows. The kid had A LOT of nerve.
"Can't take a joke, Tobias, hm?"
"You call making obnoxious reports a JOKE?!" Tobias screamed.
"At least I got it done!"
"You might have but it is one week LATE, YOU SLACKER!" Tobias fumed.
"So what? Are you just ticked off that I made an artistic report?" The shadowed child taunted.
"You call FIVE PAGES of nothing but BOASTING ABOUT BLOWING UP unnecessary things ARTISTIC?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Tobias shouted, slamming his hand onto his desk.
The shadowed kid's eyes narrowed dangerously. Suddenly, hundreds of small white spiders skittered across Tobias. Tobias glared at the shadowed kid.
"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?! I HIRED YOU, YOU LITTLE SCOUNDREL!" Tobias raged as he tried to remove the spiders.
"Feel the art of my explosions, you old artless sack of wrinkles!"
That was when the spiders blew up. After the dust and debris settled, Tobias coughed violently. He was ticked off that his contracted bomber decided to blow him up instead.
"I WILL KILL YOU FOR THAT, DEIDARA!" Tobias screamed into the sky.
A small distance away from the wreckage, a small blond kid with a small ponytail with long side sweeping bangs covering the left side of his face scoffed.
"Like you could, hm!" The kid muttered as he brushed the dust off his gray shirt, gray capris, and green shawl before fixing his scratched headband.
"OH I WILL SHOW YOU!"
Deidara jumped at the hollering. He turned around to see Tobias right there, covered in massive sized scorch marks. Deidara quickly pulled a sheepish look as he rubbed the back of his head.
Tobias was not buying it. Not one bit.
"You think this is funny?! DO YOU?!" Tobias said, raising his voice with each vowel.
"Uhhh, yeah..." Deidara nonchalantly said.
"YOU HAVE SHREDDED THE LAST OF MY PATIENCE FOR THE LAST TIME, DEIDARA!" Tobias screamed.
"Like I care!" Deidara smirked, "I can beat you any day of the week!"
Tobias groaned viciously and pulled out a scroll. Now it was Tobias's turn to smirk a poop-eating grin.
"Like the time you ran out of clay and was forced to use a kunai to fend off two Jonin? Fat chance shrimp!" Tobias said as he bit his thumb and smeared a small bit of blood on the scroll, "You will see why you should never backstab your coworkers or mess with your superiors!"
"Oh I am so scared! Not, hm! I'm a Missing Nin! I'm not afraid of anything!" Deidara mocked.
"You won't be smirking around me after this Jutsu is done! There is a reason why this Forbidden Jutsu was kept a secret for hundreds of years!" Tobias said running though the long set of hand signs.
"I'd like to see you try! I can blow up YOUR smirk any day!" Deidara shouted as he gave an impish grin he lifted his hands up, allowing his hands to give raspberries at the same time that he too gave a raspberry at Tobias.
"Real mature! You think you are so funny huh?" Tobias snapped, "NINJA ART: ONE HUNDRED YEAR OLD SECRET JUTSU!"
Tobias's palm slammed into Deidara's stomach. Massive amount of Chakra surrounded him. In a blinding light, Deidara was gone.
"Good bye, brat!" Tobias said, chuckled darkly and yelled in victory. "And good riddance!"