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"Hello," said a man with a warm smile and a wave, keeping another hand firmly around a clip board. Spiraling red eyes changed interest from his meal to the man behind him. Hands fiddled with food before dropping it entirely and turning toward the invader. He locked eyes with the warmer man, slowly lifting his body from the crouched position to be standing at the same level, much like a wolf stands proudly to show dominance over their pack. They were opposites by appearance.  The warmer man was tall, tan, well-built and with tamed brunette hair, while the other was short, pale, slim and with dark hair violently thrown in every direction.

The edges of the fairer man mouth twitched revealing a set of stained teeth, his arm moved in a static motion left and right and uttered the word, "Hello." The brunette lifted his eyes from his writing, looking over the other man's motions in plain disbelief. He let out a few hesitant chuckles before trying to say as pleasantly as possible, but sternly, "Could you repeat that?"

His only response was a head tilted in confusion before trying to repeat what Hashirama said, failing to remember the beginning as clearly as the end, and by the end of it forgetting the end as consequence for trying to remember the beginning. Of course. Hashirama shouldn't have expected the other to pick up on an entirely language so quickly.

He cleared his throat before recreating the fashion he entered the place in, "Hello."

Without hesitation, he placed his head on straight, motioned his arm , smiled and responded, "Hello."

The tanner man had difficulty hiding his excitement. He dropped his notes, wrapping strong arms around the Uchiha, the seemingly threatening hair soft to touch. Though the act was new and slightly painful to the creature, he understood from the tone of the other man that it wasn't an attack, but something else. Something to be happy about. The pale one couldn't follow the gibberish spewing from Hashirama as he let go, but began saying the phrase over and over.

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"Hello," sang the half naked brunette, his voice mimicking that of a song bird's. Starting to spin around like a helicopter with his arms out, he repeated the phrase a few more time in the same song voice, "Hello, hello, hello." As if ritualistic, he plopped on the padded white floor with his arms and legs spread out, listening and hoping for a response to his greeting, but only receiving a weighted silence in return.  A deep frown settled on his face as he waved his arms and legs in spastic motions, "When I say 'hello' you're supposed to say it too!"

The way the brunette proceeded to sit up relying solely on abdominal strength made him appear much like the rising dead from an outdated horror film. One piercing red eye was fixed on the only non white portion of the room. Its shine made the brunette think that it could be glass, but it was opaque compared to the sample Pein showed him when explaining what glass was. If this large substance was glass, it wasn't very useful by the brunette's standards if you couldn't see through it. Using his arm as his main support, he pushed himself off the ground, and walked closer to the dark reflective material. He stood only inches away from the glass, his hot breath already leaving oval marks. He stared at the glass perplexed with the purpose it served compared to the rest of the blank walls before pressing his face against it, positioning it in different angles to see if it made any difference in visibility, if he's be able to see through it at all. He repeated the greeting again, his voice causing the glass to vibrate and in return tingle his lips, "Hello."

He pulled away, surprised by the tingle, licking his lips to make sure that they were unharmed. Once he ruled that it was harmless, he once again smashed his face flat against the glass and called over and over, "Hello."

"Jesus Christ, Kakuzu. Do you think it can see us?" Hidan asked, his feet kicking the tiled floor, spinning himself in semicircles under the controls desk. The way T0131 walked toward the lead infused glass with purpose made the albino uneasy. Kakuzu, though he heard the albino perfectly clear, didn't answer. He was too busy looking through Pein's notes on the other two functioning AIs. With the progress the other two were making, it wouldn't be long before they could actually name this new breed of super beings. There were many attempts to create more, but a lot of the created died within the first six months of testing. T0131 was an earlier 'model' compared to U0571 and S0497. It was the drastic difference in behavior and ability compared to the newer models that made Pein and Kakuzu decide to scrap T0131.

"Kakuzu," Hidan repeated to get the attention of his fellow employee. He spun 180 degrees in his chair to look directly at his elder; Kakuzu's mint eyes flying across the notes instead of in Hidan's direction. The assistant gritted his teeth, but before he could throw a string of curses at his partner, the mint eyed researcher's watch rung. As if automatic, Kakuzu picked his coat and hat off the rack hanging by the door and placed the notes down on the nearby bookshelf, "The only reason you got this job Hidan is because of your theoretical paper on eternal life. A theorist like you is meant to sit on your ass and think about shit no one else cares about. Experimentalist like myself actually get shit done. We're the people that change the world, you're just the clown put forth to amuse the general public. You're not meant for a job like this that actually involves impromptu thinking."
Kakuzu's coat swung around over his arms, and placed the fedora on his head, "But I won't fire you. Pein seems to think you're worth something. You'll quit on your own within a year."

Hidan sat with his arms crossed and his cheeks puffed out. The moment the lab door clicked closed, he gave an aggravated sigh before stomping across the tiled floor. Shouting louder than necessary, the albino steamed, "F#*&$ old coot. He thinks that just because he's been working at this hell hole since the turn of the century he knows better than everyone else. " He kicked the side of the metallic desk letting it echo louder than his unfriendly words, "See if I care when you have a F#%^$ stroke." He hated the fact Kakuzu was solely involved in this line of research because it paid the best in comparison to equally skill driven jobs. What pissed him off even more was that you could see, physically see, in those cold bloodshot eyes that he once had a passion for the work he was doing (eons ago, most likely), but buried it deep under his greed.  He nearly tore the arms off his jacket, his bitterness towards Kakuzu unlikely to subside until a stop for a drink with some after work buddies. He shut off the lights in the work space before leaving, murmuring scenarios to himself where he would finally work up the courage to tell his superior what he really thought of him.

---

The blonde placed the weapon on a center wired stand with heavily gloved hands, the tip of the gun pointed towards the blast glass placed to protect Deidara. It was the first time his superiors allowed him to actually work with the enemy's artillery, at least that's what they told the young experimentalist. Deidara didn't care much for who's weapon was who's, to him they all looked the same. When he thought about it, the blonde wasn't even sure what was happening in the political realm anymore, whether they were in a war, entering one, or just out of one. Either way, research for weapons has been increasing, and therefore the bomb research that Deidara does has been increasing demanding.

Once the weapon was firmly in place of some rubber arms (no finger on the trigger thankfully), the wannabe artist took off his gloves in a hurry before retreating behind blast glass; which it itself was separated into another room where he could watch the results 'safely' behind a second screen of glass. It made the blonde feel redundant having blast glass protect him from blast glass to protect him from the real 'explosion', but it was standard protocol around here. Safety first. A mischievous smirk planted on his face as he adjusted a few dials to match the thickness and structure of the steel  gun. It was quite the pain in the ass how specific all the calibrations had to be to the subject in question. The rubber hands had sensors in them to measure the gun accurately to three figures past the decimal, while Deidara made a replica of the gun before the experiment to determine its specific dimensions.

With the press of a button, a low buzzing noise started, vibrating the lab room at a subatomic level since the frequency was so low; the weapon jumped in the thick rubber hands periodically, but didn't escape the rubber binding. Deidara slowly increased the frequency, the pitch in the room getting higher but not louder, the vibrations became more pronounced as they disturbed the very structure of the room, but it wasn't obviously harmful yet, or at least that's what Deidara could tell from behind two layers of blast glass. He increased the frequency even further, making sure to give at least five seconds at each interval to observe changes; the frequencies started becoming high enough that the scientist couldn't tell whether the subject was jumping or he was. He was so transfixed on the specimen that it was too late before he noticed a chip in the blast glass forming at the edge of the screen and spreading as it ebbed between the two rooms.

The glass burst violently into trillions of transparent pieces, breaking the separation between the safe room and the test room. A loud noise was released, fogging the blonde's thoughts instantly as he attempted to shut down the machine. Sparks appeared from under the dashboard as delicate equipment came apart with noise; Deidara didn't even have the chance to press a button before the machine destroyed itself. In a matter of minutes the noise dulled down, becoming both lower and softer before all that was left were shallow vibrations.

It took a moment for the thrill to settle in the destructive teen. He could barely hear himself from the temporary damage the machine caused his ears, he laughed and screamed with joy (louder then he could ever realize). It was a common phenomenon; disorientation generally excited people, if it didn't there wouldn't be any amusement parks. It was moments like these that he wish he had an assistant of his own to share with, it was also moments like these that kept Deidara from finding an assistant. Terror and destruction must run through his genes. Even as his excitement and disorientation wore down, he continued to make small noises to himself in hopes of being able to hear something solid eventually.  He quickly rubbed his nose and ears to check for blood before stumbling his way over glass and wire to the specimen at the center of this destruction.

The thing looked as if it was untouched, but that did not mean that the experiment was a failure. He reached over for the electric saw, but it was wrecked. He'd just have to borrow one from Hidan. He crept over the broken glass once again, taking his keys as he opened the door to his lab. The lab Hidan worked in wasn't too far away, only across the hall and three doors down. It made Deidara wonder about the organization of the building if artificial intelligence research was set next to weaponry and explosives research. It's as if they're begging for something to go wrong.

He knocked on the white door, three names were plastered on it in order of relevance. The blonde really tried to be patient, but knocked again on the door soon after his first set, this time louder. The blonde finally voiced a complaint, though he still couldn't hear himself quite clearly.  In fact, he couldn't hear himself at all, so how could he hear Hidan if he responded? Logically thinking, as long as the door was open, Deidara was invited in.

It took Deidara two tries before he figured out the direction the door swung in; if he weren't so impaired from his experiment, we would have been able to remember that the door always swings into the room not out (since if it swung out it would hit unsuspecting hallway travelers).

Deidara swayed his way into the room, his unstable mind obviously affecting his walking ability. The place was empty (and Deidara presumed quite). It took a few more steps before he noticed a figure curled up on what seemed to be the other end of the room across the dashboard. It took a moment more for him to realize that the figure was locked behind glass. Deidara sat behind the standard experimental dashboard and pressed the intercom to talk to the prisoner. As much as Deidara had already thought out to say to him, his mind went blank once he actually pressed the red button, all he could say was, "Hello".

Description
"Hello," said a man with a warm smile and a wave, keeping another hand firmly around a clip board. Spiraling red eyes changed interest from his meal to the man behind him. Hands fiddled with food before dropping it entirely and turning toward the invader. He locked eyes with the warmer man, slowly lifting his body from the crouched position to be standing at the same level, much like a wolf stands proudly to show dominance over their pack. They were opposites by appearance.  The warmer man was tall, tan, well-built and with tamed brunette hair, while the other was short, pale, slim and with dark hair violently thrown in every direction.

The edges of the fairer man mouth twitched revealing a set of stained teeth, his arm moved in a static motion left and right and uttered the word, "Hello." The brunette lifted his eyes from his writing, looking over the other man's motions in plain disbelief. He let out a few hesitant chuckles before trying to say as pleasantly as possible, but sternly, "Could you repeat that?"

His only response was a head tilted in confusion before trying to repeat what Hashirama said, failing to remember the beginning as clearly as the end, and by the end of it forgetting the end as consequence for trying to remember the beginning. Of course. Hashirama shouldn't have expected the other to pick up on an entirely language so quickly.

He cleared his throat before recreating the fashion he entered the place in, "Hello."

Without hesitation, he placed his head on straight, motioned his arm , smiled and responded, "Hello."

The tanner man had difficulty hiding his excitement. He dropped his notes, wrapping strong arms around the Uchiha, the seemingly threatening hair soft to touch. Though the act was new and slightly painful to the creature, he understood from the tone of the other man that it wasn't an attack, but something else. Something to be happy about. The pale one couldn't follow the gibberish spewing from Hashirama as he let go, but began saying the phrase over and over.

---

"Hello," sang the half naked brunette, his voice mimicking that of a song bird's. Starting to spin around like a helicopter with his arms out, he repeated the phrase a few more time in the same song voice, "Hello, hello, hello." As if ritualistic, he plopped on the padded white floor with his arms and legs spread out, listening and hoping for a response to his greeting, but only receiving a weighted silence in return.  A deep frown settled on his face as he waved his arms and legs in spastic motions, "When I say 'hello' you're supposed to say it too!"

The way the brunette proceeded to sit up relying solely on abdominal strength made him appear much like the rising dead from an outdated horror film. One piercing red eye was fixed on the only non white portion of the room. Its shine made the brunette think that it could be glass, but it was opaque compared to the sample Pein showed him when explaining what glass was. If this large substance was glass, it wasn't very useful by the brunette's standards if you couldn't see through it. Using his arm as his main support, he pushed himself off the ground, and walked closer to the dark reflective material. He stood only inches away from the glass, his hot breath already leaving oval marks. He stared at the glass perplexed with the purpose it served compared to the rest of the blank walls before pressing his face against it, positioning it in different angles to see if it made any difference in visibility, if he's be able to see through it at all. He repeated the greeting again, his voice causing the glass to vibrate and in return tingle his lips, "Hello."

He pulled away, surprised by the tingle, licking his lips to make sure that they were unharmed. Once he ruled that it was harmless, he once again smashed his face flat against the glass and called over and over, "Hello."

"Jesus Christ, Kakuzu. Do you think it can see us?" Hidan asked, his feet kicking the tiled floor, spinning himself in semicircles under the controls desk. The way T0131 walked toward the lead infused glass with purpose made the albino uneasy. Kakuzu, though he heard the albino perfectly clear, didn't answer. He was too busy looking through Pein's notes on the other two functioning AIs. With the progress the other two were making, it wouldn't be long before they could actually name this new breed of super beings. There were many attempts to create more, but a lot of the created died within the first six months of testing. T0131 was an earlier 'model' compared to U0571 and S0497. It was the drastic difference in behavior and ability compared to the newer models that made Pein and Kakuzu decide to scrap T0131.

"Kakuzu," Hidan repeated to get the attention of his fellow employee. He spun 180 degrees in his chair to look directly at his elder; Kakuzu's mint eyes flying across the notes instead of in Hidan's direction. The assistant gritted his teeth, but before he could throw a string of curses at his partner, the mint eyed researcher's watch rung. As if automatic, Kakuzu picked his coat and hat off the rack hanging by the door and placed the notes down on the nearby bookshelf, "The only reason you got this job Hidan is because of your theoretical paper on eternal life. A theorist like you is meant to sit on your ass and think about shit no one else cares about. Experimentalist like myself actually get shit done. We're the people that change the world, you're just the clown put forth to amuse the general public. You're not meant for a job like this that actually involves impromptu thinking."
Kakuzu's coat swung around over his arms, and placed the fedora on his head, "But I won't fire you. Pein seems to think you're worth something. You'll quit on your own within a year."

Hidan sat with his arms crossed and his cheeks puffed out. The moment the lab door clicked closed, he gave an aggravated sigh before stomping across the tiled floor. Shouting louder than necessary, the albino steamed, "F#*&$ old coot. He thinks that just because he's been working at this hell hole since the turn of the century he knows better than everyone else. " He kicked the side of the metallic desk letting it echo louder than his unfriendly words, "See if I care when you have a F#%^$ stroke." He hated the fact Kakuzu was solely involved in this line of research because it paid the best in comparison to equally skill driven jobs. What pissed him off even more was that you could see, physically see, in those cold bloodshot eyes that he once had a passion for the work he was doing (eons ago, most likely), but buried it deep under his greed.  He nearly tore the arms off his jacket, his bitterness towards Kakuzu unlikely to subside until a stop for a drink with some after work buddies. He shut off the lights in the work space before leaving, murmuring scenarios to himself where he would finally work up the courage to tell his superior what he really thought of him.

---

The blonde placed the weapon on a center wired stand with heavily gloved hands, the tip of the gun pointed towards the blast glass placed to protect Deidara. It was the first time his superiors allowed him to actually work with the enemy's artillery, at least that's what they told the young experimentalist. Deidara didn't care much for who's weapon was who's, to him they all looked the same. When he thought about it, the blonde wasn't even sure what was happening in the political realm anymore, whether they were in a war, entering one, or just out of one. Either way, research for weapons has been increasing, and therefore the bomb research that Deidara does has been increasing demanding.

Once the weapon was firmly in place of some rubber arms (no finger on the trigger thankfully), the wannabe artist took off his gloves in a hurry before retreating behind blast glass; which it itself was separated into another room where he could watch the results 'safely' behind a second screen of glass. It made the blonde feel redundant having blast glass protect him from blast glass to protect him from the real 'explosion', but it was standard protocol around here. Safety first. A mischievous smirk planted on his face as he adjusted a few dials to match the thickness and structure of the steel  gun. It was quite the pain in the ass how specific all the calibrations had to be to the subject in question. The rubber hands had sensors in them to measure the gun accurately to three figures past the decimal, while Deidara made a replica of the gun before the experiment to determine its specific dimensions.

With the press of a button, a low buzzing noise started, vibrating the lab room at a subatomic level since the frequency was so low; the weapon jumped in the thick rubber hands periodically, but didn't escape the rubber binding. Deidara slowly increased the frequency, the pitch in the room getting higher but not louder, the vibrations became more pronounced as they disturbed the very structure of the room, but it wasn't obviously harmful yet, or at least that's what Deidara could tell from behind two layers of blast glass. He increased the frequency even further, making sure to give at least five seconds at each interval to observe changes; the frequencies started becoming high enough that the scientist couldn't tell whether the subject was jumping or he was. He was so transfixed on the specimen that it was too late before he noticed a chip in the blast glass forming at the edge of the screen and spreading as it ebbed between the two rooms.

The glass burst violently into trillions of transparent pieces, breaking the separation between the safe room and the test room. A loud noise was released, fogging the blonde's thoughts instantly as he attempted to shut down the machine. Sparks appeared from under the dashboard as delicate equipment came apart with noise; Deidara didn't even have the chance to press a button before the machine destroyed itself. In a matter of minutes the noise dulled down, becoming both lower and softer before all that was left were shallow vibrations.

It took a moment for the thrill to settle in the destructive teen. He could barely hear himself from the temporary damage the machine caused his ears, he laughed and screamed with joy (louder then he could ever realize). It was a common phenomenon; disorientation generally excited people, if it didn't there wouldn't be any amusement parks. It was moments like these that he wish he had an assistant of his own to share with, it was also moments like these that kept Deidara from finding an assistant. Terror and destruction must run through his genes. Even as his excitement and disorientation wore down, he continued to make small noises to himself in hopes of being able to hear something solid eventually.  He quickly rubbed his nose and ears to check for blood before stumbling his way over glass and wire to the specimen at the center of this destruction.

The thing looked as if it was untouched, but that did not mean that the experiment was a failure. He reached over for the electric saw, but it was wrecked. He'd just have to borrow one from Hidan. He crept over the broken glass once again, taking his keys as he opened the door to his lab. The lab Hidan worked in wasn't too far away, only across the hall and three doors down. It made Deidara wonder about the organization of the building if artificial intelligence research was set next to weaponry and explosives research. It's as if they're begging for something to go wrong.

He knocked on the white door, three names were plastered on it in order of relevance. The blonde really tried to be patient, but knocked again on the door soon after his first set, this time louder. The blonde finally voiced a complaint, though he still couldn't hear himself quite clearly.  In fact, he couldn't hear himself at all, so how could he hear Hidan if he responded? Logically thinking, as long as the door was open, Deidara was invited in.

It took Deidara two tries before he figured out the direction the door swung in; if he weren't so impaired from his experiment, we would have been able to remember that the door always swings into the room not out (since if it swung out it would hit unsuspecting hallway travelers).

Deidara swayed his way into the room, his unstable mind obviously affecting his walking ability. The place was empty (and Deidara presumed quite). It took a few more steps before he noticed a figure curled up on what seemed to be the other end of the room across the dashboard. It took a moment more for him to realize that the figure was locked behind glass. Deidara sat behind the standard experimental dashboard and pressed the intercom to talk to the prisoner. As much as Deidara had already thought out to say to him, his mind went blank once he actually pressed the red button, all he could say was, "Hello".