Stuff and [NarutoFic] Transient - Chapter 6 Preview
:D Mom actually said yes to getting my hair colored! And it's going to be dark red streaks so that the change isn't too visible! And I'm hoping I could get it done before I get to go to Sri Lanka (totally hoping I won't have to >,<). My hair's got a natural reddish tint to it on the underside, probably because of the heat - and my intensely hot showers :D And since I found my jaw-clip on Friday, I got to pull my hair up and look at it properly, and wala, there's a bit of red showing, and red looks good apparently XD Plus I might change the front a bit so that my hair doesn't look so... flat :c I can't wait till the curls grow back again dammit D: I miss my sexeh curls!
Aaaand... I've been studying like crazy as usual. Well, it's not entirely usual usual, but yes, I've been studying. And all my books are over 1000 pages long O.O At least I intimidated my brothers enough to scare them into studying as well XD They really need to. The exam's only a few weeks away :|
Apart from that, there's nothing else going on in my sorry-ass life except for the fact that mom thinks there's a prostitute living downstairs. Jeez. Talk about not judging people >.>
And when am I going to get inspired all over again to finish that horrible monstrosity titled Transient that I've taken up?! Gah!! And then there's Shattered Ones. I really need a break. :C
Here's just the beginning of Chapter 6 that I've been working on for months now, and I'm still thinking about what to put in there. There's going to be a fight scene, and since this goes along with the canon events leading up to Kakuzu and Hidan's death, I'm going to have to very concisely fit that damn scene in there... because that's going to play a role in Hidan and Shikamaru's 'relationship'.
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The mud had crept into his sandals again. Hidan winced, annoyed. He angled his foot almost vertical to the ground and tapped the front of his sandal. A trickle of mud snaked its way out from in between his toes. “Fucking rain,” he grumbled, promptly shifting his weight to his now clean foot and doing the same for the other. He tapped his foot harder as the layer of mud beneath it refused to come away as easily as it had done with the other. “Damn fucking rain!” he yelled.
He had just reached the border of the village they were staying in, and the rain, Hidan found, had been incredibly persistent and annoying the entire journey. As if wet desert sand wasn’t hard enough to trudge through, he found himself practically wading through flooded streets that had no efficient rainwater drainage system. Not only were his leggings wet, but now they were heavily stained. His feet slipped within his sandals, his cloak clung to him like a clammy second skin, and water droplets fell off the edges of his eyelashes, making it difficult to see.
Another bolt of electricity ripped through the heavy sky and Hidan quickened his pace. His shoulder wearily registered the presence of his scythe as the weapon lightly bumped into it when he walked; large pointy objects were the last things anyone ought to be carrying with them in the middle of a rainstorm. Immortal as he claimed to be, Hidan still was susceptible to pain. And right now, he was far from planning to stick around and find out what thirty thousand amperes of electricity charging through his body felt like.
He broke into a run.
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Kankuro followed close to the Kazekage as they made their way to the Suna checkpoints. It had been raining hard for more than an hour. He frowned. Why is she still out there?
“Kazekage sama!” a chuunin called out, waving to them as he approached. The man’s now transparent headgear was plastered onto the sides of his face.
Gaara did not stop running. “Any news on the intruder?” he asked, eyes still trained forward, searching for any sign of Temari.
The chuunin caught up with them, sloshing rainwater with his feet as he jogged. He shook his head. “Surveillance reported no sign of any intruder, sir.”
Gaara took a turn to his left. “As expected.”
“Sir?”
“He means that nobody in their right mind would want to go through the trouble of escaping our surveillance cameras if they were after minimum detection,” Kankuro offered, visibly annoyed.
The chuunin chewed on his lower lip in embarrassment. “Oh.”
“What about the watch posts at the Northeast?” Gaara asked, spitting some rainwater that had found its way into his mouth.
“Negative, sir. The last shift was at 0215 hours. All stations reported ‘all clear’. No one suspicious was sighted, sir.”
“What about Sabaku no Temari? Did anyone report seeing her there?”
The man’s eyes widened. “Sir…? Er, no sir.”
“Kankuro.” Gaara looked over his shoulder at his brother.
Kankuro nodded. “Yeah. My bet is she snuck in at 2:15.”
Gaara looked away, satisfied that his brother thought the same.
The chunnin jogged next to them, listening to their conversation with confusion. Sabaku no Temari? He gulped. What did the Kazekage’s sister have to do with this? “Sir…?” The man tried to mask the doubt in his voice. “Who exactly should we be looking for? Do we have any idea what the intruder may look like?”
“He is a member of Akatsuki,” Gaara replied dryly.
The chuunin’s reaction was immediate. “A-akatsuki?” He stopped in his tracks. The man recollected the last time they were paid a visit by the Akatsuki. They had almost lost their leader; the very one who was now making his way, unperturbed, to the Northeast watch posts. If there really was an Akatsuki member waiting for them there, then… “Kazekage sama!” he cried out. “Kazekage sama, stop!”
Kankuro snapped his head to the side to face the man, who now had an arm raised in protest. Gaara took a few steps further before he too came to a halt. He frowned - ever so slightly - annoyed. “What?” He mentally braced himself for the answer.
“Sir, if it’s Akatsuki then you should… I mean, it’s not safe… sir… last time...”
At this point, Kankuro grabbed the man by his vest and held him dangerously close to his face. The purple face paint rendered Kankuro’s expression threatening than it already was. “What?!” he snarled. The chunnin gasped in surprise. “Not safe? Did you think the Kazekage was not strong enough to take on an Akatsuki member if he wanted to?”
“Hatori, send in for backup at the North-eastern border,” Gaara interrupted. He eyed Kankuro in silence before coolly adding: “Kankuro, let him go so that he may carry out his orders.”
With a parting snarl, Kankuro let go of his grip on the man. The chuunin bowed in the direction of Gaara and, turning on his heels, sped off to convey the message.
“Did you see that?” Kankuro asked, pointing a thumb in the direction of the fleeing man.
Gaara casually looked away as his brother joined him. “He was merely acting concerned.”
“Acting concerned!” Kankuro spat. “More like he was suggesting you were incapable of handling things on your own. The bastard.” Kankuro jogged beside Gaara, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold in the disappointment of not getting to punch Hatori in the face. Right now, concern for his sister was overriding his attempts to maintain composure. Not only was he worried about Temari, but he secretly admitted to himself that even he had begun to fear for Gaara should they run into another Akatsuki member.
“I suppose it is merely a matter of perception, then.” The Kazekage scanned the dark horizon in front of him. Tall sandstone towers stood in ten-meter intervals, a Suna shinobi occupying each one. They had finally reached the watch posts.
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The door to room 26 burst open and crashed against the wall behind it. Kakuzu eyed the drenched and dripping man at the entrance for a few fleeting moments before reaching over to his briefcase on the bed. The first orange rays were already making themselves visible over the horizon. “You’re late,” he pointed out nonchalantly.
“Why thank you for pointing out the fucking obvious!” Hidan glared. He gripped the sides of the wooden doorframe, gasping for breath. The contours of his perfectly toned body showed through the wet cloak. His hair hung slack in lifeless downward spikes, dripping beads of rainwater from their ends.
Kakuzu folded a piece of paper - which Hidan suspected was their map - and placed it carefully in the waterproof pocket of his cloak. Hidan groaned. “Oi come on Kakuzu!” he whined. “Can’t we at least wait till the damn sky is clear?”
“We are already late as it is,” was the gruff reply.
“Are you serious?! So you’re just going to go ahead and barge right into the damn mission in the fucking rain, is that right?” Hidan stared incredulously at Kakuzu, who seemed decidedly oblivious to the weather at the moment. “Haven’t you looked out the window? It’s practically a flood out there!”
Kakuzu glanced at the gradually enlarging puddle at Hidan’s feet. It was turning the tan carpet a dark muddy brown. “I am aware of that.”
“So let’s just wait it out,” Hidan suggested.
“The weather will get dryer when we head East.”
“The hell is wrong with you?! Just look at me -” he tugged at part of his cloak that clung to his chest. “Look!” Hidan glared. “There is no way we’re going out there in this weather! Do you even have any idea how heavy this damn cloak gets when it’s wet?”
Hidan knew it was useless. He had never once succeeded in changing this man's mind, and he was not surprised that today would be no exception. Yet it irked him nonetheless. Why couldn't Kakuzu bring himself to consider his partner's wishes? At least just this once? They were supposed to be a team for crying out loud. Hidan imagined himself slashing away at the Falls nin. I seriously fucking hate him right now!
The Jashinist scowled at his luck. He joined the Akatsuki for the sake of following in the footsteps of this very man, whom he had admired so much back then. A fellow immortal who had lived for more than four times longer than he had; the respect he garnered Kakuzu at this information when he was first introduced to the organization had been great. Kakuzu had stood out as someone akin to a mentor, and Hidan had looked forward to learning from him. He had even rejoiced in being partnered with the old grouch. But every sense of fulfilment or expectation had quickly faded into annoyance when he finally discovered Kakuzu's favorite past time: bounty hunting.
The man had no regard for his religion - or any religion for that matter - bluntly stating that he had agreed to partner with a religious 'nut' like Hidan because he believed he could make a profit out of it. Such callous degradation of all things holy! He had even flat out dismissed it as being a waste of time, whilst he found it perfectly justifiable to take especially long detours just so he could complete his side missions of exchanging bodies for money.
Kakuzu casually looked over Hidan's drenched garments. There was nothing in Kakuzu's expression that said anything about changing his mind. The older man merely maintained his disinterested tone as he remarked matter-of-factly: "It is not my fault that you decided to go out in the middle of a rainstorm and burden yourself with..." he glanced over the younger man's slouching, disarranged form; "with whatever it is you're complaining about." He moved in closer to the door, eyeing Hidan intently with a frown. Hidan's arm was gripping the door frame, blocking Kakuzu's exit. He nudged the offending arm slightly with his chest. His voice now came in a hoarse whisper. "The two-tails has been located. We have been given orders to capture it as quickly as possible."
"Tch! Like that's going to happen!" Hidan released his arm from its grip and raised it above his head to let Kakuzu pass. "With all your damn side jobs, we won't be getting anywhere near the two-tails for at least a month," he hissed, voice lowered in secrecy.
"That may be so, but you must admit that my side jobs provide you the satisfaction of serving your deity as well." The Falls nin took a step forward into the hallway of the second floor. His briefcase clinked against the door frame.
"Satisfaction?" Hidan spat, whipping his body around to lean against the wall, arms crossed. There was a slight inclination of his head as he spoke, looking Kakuzu squarely in the face. "How the fuck did you assume that I get any sort of satisfaction in doing your dirty work?"
"You're not the one making the exchanges, I am."
"But they're Jashin's sacrifices you're selling, bastard!"
Kakuzu's feet tread quietly on the carpeted floor as he moved toward the head of the stairs. "It doesn't matter what you do with a body once it's dead."
Hidan had to admit Kakuzu had a point there, but he wasn't intending on openly voicing it. "It still feels wrong," he said, half mumbling as he grudgingly followed Kakuzu to the stairs.
"Killing is wrong in itself. You shouldn't be bothered about what else is wrong after that."
"Oi oi oi! Who said I killed? I sacrifice, man, I sacrifice!"
Kakuzu merely rolled his eyes at the other man's statement. "They're the same thing."
"There's a difference!" Hidan snapped, stomping his way downstairs to walk beside Kakuzu.
"Whatever."
"Oi! There's a difference! What I do has a purpose. A holy, noble one, unlike all the other stupid reasons people give for -"
Kakuzu waved his hand dismissively as he cut him short. "I don't want to hear it."
"I don't care! You're gonna listen to me anyway." Hidan's sandals squelched as he stomped beside Kakuzu, wet shoe prints dotting the tan carpet of the motel lobby. "To kill is just to end a life and then get over it. But sacrifice isn't just ending a damn life and leaving it at that. Sacrifice is about purifying the soul, making it sacred, making that damn sinful body of yours into something worth offering to the Almighty."
"Room 26, checking out." Kakuzu tuned out his ears to Hidan's sermon and handed in the keys to the young lady at the reception. The receptionist smiled a sweet cherry-lipped smile as she received the keys.
"That damn sinful soul of yours, you hear me?!" Hidan yelled, angry at being ignored. He pointed a furious finger at the young lady and glared at her. "You!" he growled, taking her cherry smile as an insult. "You skanky whore! You too!"
"Thank you very much for your hospitality," Kakuzu said quickly as he signed out at the bottom of the clipboard and pushed it towards the startled woman. "You shouldn't mind him. He's a little pressed for sleep." He grabbed Hidan by the back of his neck and dragged him away from the reception and towards the door. The woman merely nodded and stared at the departing duo.
"I am not pressed for sleep! In no way am I sleepy! If you haven't noticed, I am wide awake thanks to the fucking rain!" Hidan yelled, his feet dragging against the floor behind Kakuzu and a finger raised in objection. "And what the fuck are you doing Kakuzu?! I can walk on my own you know!"
Kakuzu tugged harder at Hidan’s wet collar in response, choking him. Why do I put up with this? He flung Hidan outside and stepped into the pouring outdoors.
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Chapter 1 ♥ Chapter 2 ♥ Chapter 3 ♥ Chapter 4 ♥ Chapter 5
Argh! I really need to finsih it! D:
Aaaand... I've been studying like crazy as usual. Well, it's not entirely usual usual, but yes, I've been studying. And all my books are over 1000 pages long O.O At least I intimidated my brothers enough to scare them into studying as well XD They really need to. The exam's only a few weeks away :|
Apart from that, there's nothing else going on in my sorry-ass life except for the fact that mom thinks there's a prostitute living downstairs. Jeez. Talk about not judging people >.>
And when am I going to get inspired all over again to finish that horrible monstrosity titled Transient that I've taken up?! Gah!! And then there's Shattered Ones. I really need a break. :C
Here's just the beginning of Chapter 6 that I've been working on for months now, and I'm still thinking about what to put in there. There's going to be a fight scene, and since this goes along with the canon events leading up to Kakuzu and Hidan's death, I'm going to have to very concisely fit that damn scene in there... because that's going to play a role in Hidan and Shikamaru's 'relationship'.
x.X.x.X.x.X.x.X.x.X.x
The mud had crept into his sandals again. Hidan winced, annoyed. He angled his foot almost vertical to the ground and tapped the front of his sandal. A trickle of mud snaked its way out from in between his toes. “Fucking rain,” he grumbled, promptly shifting his weight to his now clean foot and doing the same for the other. He tapped his foot harder as the layer of mud beneath it refused to come away as easily as it had done with the other. “Damn fucking rain!” he yelled.
He had just reached the border of the village they were staying in, and the rain, Hidan found, had been incredibly persistent and annoying the entire journey. As if wet desert sand wasn’t hard enough to trudge through, he found himself practically wading through flooded streets that had no efficient rainwater drainage system. Not only were his leggings wet, but now they were heavily stained. His feet slipped within his sandals, his cloak clung to him like a clammy second skin, and water droplets fell off the edges of his eyelashes, making it difficult to see.
Another bolt of electricity ripped through the heavy sky and Hidan quickened his pace. His shoulder wearily registered the presence of his scythe as the weapon lightly bumped into it when he walked; large pointy objects were the last things anyone ought to be carrying with them in the middle of a rainstorm. Immortal as he claimed to be, Hidan still was susceptible to pain. And right now, he was far from planning to stick around and find out what thirty thousand amperes of electricity charging through his body felt like.
He broke into a run.
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Kankuro followed close to the Kazekage as they made their way to the Suna checkpoints. It had been raining hard for more than an hour. He frowned. Why is she still out there?
“Kazekage sama!” a chuunin called out, waving to them as he approached. The man’s now transparent headgear was plastered onto the sides of his face.
Gaara did not stop running. “Any news on the intruder?” he asked, eyes still trained forward, searching for any sign of Temari.
The chuunin caught up with them, sloshing rainwater with his feet as he jogged. He shook his head. “Surveillance reported no sign of any intruder, sir.”
Gaara took a turn to his left. “As expected.”
“Sir?”
“He means that nobody in their right mind would want to go through the trouble of escaping our surveillance cameras if they were after minimum detection,” Kankuro offered, visibly annoyed.
The chuunin chewed on his lower lip in embarrassment. “Oh.”
“What about the watch posts at the Northeast?” Gaara asked, spitting some rainwater that had found its way into his mouth.
“Negative, sir. The last shift was at 0215 hours. All stations reported ‘all clear’. No one suspicious was sighted, sir.”
“What about Sabaku no Temari? Did anyone report seeing her there?”
The man’s eyes widened. “Sir…? Er, no sir.”
“Kankuro.” Gaara looked over his shoulder at his brother.
Kankuro nodded. “Yeah. My bet is she snuck in at 2:15.”
Gaara looked away, satisfied that his brother thought the same.
The chunnin jogged next to them, listening to their conversation with confusion. Sabaku no Temari? He gulped. What did the Kazekage’s sister have to do with this? “Sir…?” The man tried to mask the doubt in his voice. “Who exactly should we be looking for? Do we have any idea what the intruder may look like?”
“He is a member of Akatsuki,” Gaara replied dryly.
The chuunin’s reaction was immediate. “A-akatsuki?” He stopped in his tracks. The man recollected the last time they were paid a visit by the Akatsuki. They had almost lost their leader; the very one who was now making his way, unperturbed, to the Northeast watch posts. If there really was an Akatsuki member waiting for them there, then… “Kazekage sama!” he cried out. “Kazekage sama, stop!”
Kankuro snapped his head to the side to face the man, who now had an arm raised in protest. Gaara took a few steps further before he too came to a halt. He frowned - ever so slightly - annoyed. “What?” He mentally braced himself for the answer.
“Sir, if it’s Akatsuki then you should… I mean, it’s not safe… sir… last time...”
At this point, Kankuro grabbed the man by his vest and held him dangerously close to his face. The purple face paint rendered Kankuro’s expression threatening than it already was. “What?!” he snarled. The chunnin gasped in surprise. “Not safe? Did you think the Kazekage was not strong enough to take on an Akatsuki member if he wanted to?”
“Hatori, send in for backup at the North-eastern border,” Gaara interrupted. He eyed Kankuro in silence before coolly adding: “Kankuro, let him go so that he may carry out his orders.”
With a parting snarl, Kankuro let go of his grip on the man. The chuunin bowed in the direction of Gaara and, turning on his heels, sped off to convey the message.
“Did you see that?” Kankuro asked, pointing a thumb in the direction of the fleeing man.
Gaara casually looked away as his brother joined him. “He was merely acting concerned.”
“Acting concerned!” Kankuro spat. “More like he was suggesting you were incapable of handling things on your own. The bastard.” Kankuro jogged beside Gaara, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold in the disappointment of not getting to punch Hatori in the face. Right now, concern for his sister was overriding his attempts to maintain composure. Not only was he worried about Temari, but he secretly admitted to himself that even he had begun to fear for Gaara should they run into another Akatsuki member.
“I suppose it is merely a matter of perception, then.” The Kazekage scanned the dark horizon in front of him. Tall sandstone towers stood in ten-meter intervals, a Suna shinobi occupying each one. They had finally reached the watch posts.
x.X.x.X.x
The door to room 26 burst open and crashed against the wall behind it. Kakuzu eyed the drenched and dripping man at the entrance for a few fleeting moments before reaching over to his briefcase on the bed. The first orange rays were already making themselves visible over the horizon. “You’re late,” he pointed out nonchalantly.
“Why thank you for pointing out the fucking obvious!” Hidan glared. He gripped the sides of the wooden doorframe, gasping for breath. The contours of his perfectly toned body showed through the wet cloak. His hair hung slack in lifeless downward spikes, dripping beads of rainwater from their ends.
Kakuzu folded a piece of paper - which Hidan suspected was their map - and placed it carefully in the waterproof pocket of his cloak. Hidan groaned. “Oi come on Kakuzu!” he whined. “Can’t we at least wait till the damn sky is clear?”
“We are already late as it is,” was the gruff reply.
“Are you serious?! So you’re just going to go ahead and barge right into the damn mission in the fucking rain, is that right?” Hidan stared incredulously at Kakuzu, who seemed decidedly oblivious to the weather at the moment. “Haven’t you looked out the window? It’s practically a flood out there!”
Kakuzu glanced at the gradually enlarging puddle at Hidan’s feet. It was turning the tan carpet a dark muddy brown. “I am aware of that.”
“So let’s just wait it out,” Hidan suggested.
“The weather will get dryer when we head East.”
“The hell is wrong with you?! Just look at me -” he tugged at part of his cloak that clung to his chest. “Look!” Hidan glared. “There is no way we’re going out there in this weather! Do you even have any idea how heavy this damn cloak gets when it’s wet?”
Hidan knew it was useless. He had never once succeeded in changing this man's mind, and he was not surprised that today would be no exception. Yet it irked him nonetheless. Why couldn't Kakuzu bring himself to consider his partner's wishes? At least just this once? They were supposed to be a team for crying out loud. Hidan imagined himself slashing away at the Falls nin. I seriously fucking hate him right now!
The Jashinist scowled at his luck. He joined the Akatsuki for the sake of following in the footsteps of this very man, whom he had admired so much back then. A fellow immortal who had lived for more than four times longer than he had; the respect he garnered Kakuzu at this information when he was first introduced to the organization had been great. Kakuzu had stood out as someone akin to a mentor, and Hidan had looked forward to learning from him. He had even rejoiced in being partnered with the old grouch. But every sense of fulfilment or expectation had quickly faded into annoyance when he finally discovered Kakuzu's favorite past time: bounty hunting.
The man had no regard for his religion - or any religion for that matter - bluntly stating that he had agreed to partner with a religious 'nut' like Hidan because he believed he could make a profit out of it. Such callous degradation of all things holy! He had even flat out dismissed it as being a waste of time, whilst he found it perfectly justifiable to take especially long detours just so he could complete his side missions of exchanging bodies for money.
Kakuzu casually looked over Hidan's drenched garments. There was nothing in Kakuzu's expression that said anything about changing his mind. The older man merely maintained his disinterested tone as he remarked matter-of-factly: "It is not my fault that you decided to go out in the middle of a rainstorm and burden yourself with..." he glanced over the younger man's slouching, disarranged form; "with whatever it is you're complaining about." He moved in closer to the door, eyeing Hidan intently with a frown. Hidan's arm was gripping the door frame, blocking Kakuzu's exit. He nudged the offending arm slightly with his chest. His voice now came in a hoarse whisper. "The two-tails has been located. We have been given orders to capture it as quickly as possible."
"Tch! Like that's going to happen!" Hidan released his arm from its grip and raised it above his head to let Kakuzu pass. "With all your damn side jobs, we won't be getting anywhere near the two-tails for at least a month," he hissed, voice lowered in secrecy.
"That may be so, but you must admit that my side jobs provide you the satisfaction of serving your deity as well." The Falls nin took a step forward into the hallway of the second floor. His briefcase clinked against the door frame.
"Satisfaction?" Hidan spat, whipping his body around to lean against the wall, arms crossed. There was a slight inclination of his head as he spoke, looking Kakuzu squarely in the face. "How the fuck did you assume that I get any sort of satisfaction in doing your dirty work?"
"You're not the one making the exchanges, I am."
"But they're Jashin's sacrifices you're selling, bastard!"
Kakuzu's feet tread quietly on the carpeted floor as he moved toward the head of the stairs. "It doesn't matter what you do with a body once it's dead."
Hidan had to admit Kakuzu had a point there, but he wasn't intending on openly voicing it. "It still feels wrong," he said, half mumbling as he grudgingly followed Kakuzu to the stairs.
"Killing is wrong in itself. You shouldn't be bothered about what else is wrong after that."
"Oi oi oi! Who said I killed? I sacrifice, man, I sacrifice!"
Kakuzu merely rolled his eyes at the other man's statement. "They're the same thing."
"There's a difference!" Hidan snapped, stomping his way downstairs to walk beside Kakuzu.
"Whatever."
"Oi! There's a difference! What I do has a purpose. A holy, noble one, unlike all the other stupid reasons people give for -"
Kakuzu waved his hand dismissively as he cut him short. "I don't want to hear it."
"I don't care! You're gonna listen to me anyway." Hidan's sandals squelched as he stomped beside Kakuzu, wet shoe prints dotting the tan carpet of the motel lobby. "To kill is just to end a life and then get over it. But sacrifice isn't just ending a damn life and leaving it at that. Sacrifice is about purifying the soul, making it sacred, making that damn sinful body of yours into something worth offering to the Almighty."
"Room 26, checking out." Kakuzu tuned out his ears to Hidan's sermon and handed in the keys to the young lady at the reception. The receptionist smiled a sweet cherry-lipped smile as she received the keys.
"That damn sinful soul of yours, you hear me?!" Hidan yelled, angry at being ignored. He pointed a furious finger at the young lady and glared at her. "You!" he growled, taking her cherry smile as an insult. "You skanky whore! You too!"
"Thank you very much for your hospitality," Kakuzu said quickly as he signed out at the bottom of the clipboard and pushed it towards the startled woman. "You shouldn't mind him. He's a little pressed for sleep." He grabbed Hidan by the back of his neck and dragged him away from the reception and towards the door. The woman merely nodded and stared at the departing duo.
"I am not pressed for sleep! In no way am I sleepy! If you haven't noticed, I am wide awake thanks to the fucking rain!" Hidan yelled, his feet dragging against the floor behind Kakuzu and a finger raised in objection. "And what the fuck are you doing Kakuzu?! I can walk on my own you know!"
Kakuzu tugged harder at Hidan’s wet collar in response, choking him. Why do I put up with this? He flung Hidan outside and stepped into the pouring outdoors.
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Chapter 1 ♥ Chapter 2 ♥ Chapter 3 ♥ Chapter 4 ♥ Chapter 5
Argh! I really need to finsih it! D: