Imagine the Akatsuki shopping at your local Walmart at 2 AM. Now imagine being in line behind them at the register. You somehow got the last gallon of milk before they did, and they are all staring at you with mixed emotions. Hidan makes a tired noise, like he was going to curse, but he gave up halfway. Kisame sighs. Konan blinks slowly. You think about giving it up, and eventually you hand the milk to Itachi, who passes it up the line. Once he has the milk, Pain looks at you and kind of nods. The cashier doesn’t even know what’s going on. You feel like you just unofficially joined a gang.