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[waitingfora]

Who: Yosuke Hanamura and [ everyone here].
Where: Hanamura residence to Terra streets.
When: Early evening to past curfew.
Summary: The shadow awakens.
Rating: R. Violence and language.
Other: End of the insanity.

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[waitingfora]

"God. So many people are just pissing me off." The shadow's breathing was harsh as he now had to avoid the military as he tried to find a place to hide until morning. Then the whole mess could just start all over again, until everything that bored him was gone, until he was satisfied. His hand went back to rubbing his forehead, feeling a headache starting. This only made him smear more red on his face, but he hardly cared at this point. Maybe the growing darkness would hide it?

He had bee more or less looking down at to his knife, wondering if he could hide it in his sleeve again, before running into someone. "Jesus, do you know how to fucking walk?" Drawing himself up, he glared at the white-haired asshole. He was slightly confused about why this person had blood on his face as well. "Look, we're twins." A bitchy remark but he was not in the mood, regardless of how pissed this person looked. Like he could actually stand up to him.

"God, if it's not one thing it's another. Isn't that right?" His knife-hand made dismissive gestures in the air as he continued to walked by.

[holyish]

Yeah, that was probably Yosuke, scrawny faggot that Shikamaru hanged out with. Hidan stopped in his tracks and rolled his head to see the other. Fuck he reeked like shit. A hand ran through the older’s hair, and his breath was much deeper, heavier and a groan emerged from his mouth - fucking disappointment. This was going to end so damn quickly, and Hidan thought he had a challenge. Tough shit for him.

"Man...you gotta be kidding me." He murmured more to himself. "A weak piece of shit like you hurt Shika? God damnit, why is it always the retarded ones..." A deep inhale and Hidan fully turned to Yosuke. His lips straight but expression still marked with murderous intent. With a shrug he continued to talk, "All right shithead. Let’s get this over and done with, seriously."

His lips twitched into a violent grin as a hand reached out to grab a mass of the other’s hair. The grip itself was hard enough to rip the fucker’s scalp off by the strands of blonde. Hidan completely ignored the fact the little shit was bleeding and had knives. As if that would work against Hidan, and he went to maneuver the side of Yosuke’s skull to impact the nearest wall.

[waitingfora]

Is he talking to himself? His head turned slightly to look at him before another shrug of the shoulders as he decided that he didn't give enough of a damn to make fun or ask him to speak up. Mumbling was so annoying. It was when the other spoke up that he finally responded. "Are you talking to m--" The shadow turned slightly to the voice, thinking that he had heard it before but not sure where he had. It came to him soon enough as his hair was grabbed, his left hand coming up to grab onto the wrist to try at get him off, with the right stabbing blindly behind him to help in the process.

"Asshole, get off." The knife continued to swing backwards as he was being moved with his hair being grabbed. Tears were starting to gather at the corner of his eyes, one eye closing to have a few slip out. Not much more talk was spared before he felt that his nose break under the sudden impact of hitting the wall. He slid down slightly as he held his face with his free hand, feeling stars and otherwise pain keep him from moving for a few minutes.

"Hidan." The name came out in a choked manner, as he glared at the brick in front of him. Not turning to stare at his attacker. Look like he should have been worried about him, yeah right. His blood was forming just as it had before -- launching itself backwards at the other with the intent to do something similar that was done to him. Lift the asshole into the air and drop him onto the street. Like he cared if that would actually kill him or not at this point. His hand still on his face, holding his nose.

[holyish]

The satisfying crack of Yosuke’s nose made the laughter that was bottled within Hidan erupt from his mouth in spurts of fanatic crazed chuckling. His movements erratic as his hand rubbed his face. Fuck, this guy was pretty retarded wasn’t he? Fuck - this was just going to be boring. But at least it’ll be worth it seeing this bastard’s jaw hanging from his ugly-ass face. The knives were of no effect, fucking cut wounds slashing along his abdomen was nothing but a playtime and his fist coiled around the back of Yosuke’s skull released, the rising urge to squish the fucker’s face against the brick wall was immense.

"Ha ha ha!! Whatever dude, you can’t say much with your fucking pathetic pretty-boy face being grinded into mince!!" Came out Hidan’s reply at the sound of his name. His leg jerked up suddenly - his face marked with something hideously dark - and just as his foot was to connect with the fucker’s skull and squish Yosuke’s face against the brick wall until eyeballs were hanging from demented eye sockets a suddenly spiral of blood appeared and directed towards him.

A eyebrow raise in slight confusion. Oh sure, Hidan should have backed the fuck off but the look of it just distracted him. the blood-made cyclone picked up Hidan before letting it drop the older of the two. Blood covered him fully and his lips spat out the metallic taste. Fucking blood, he hated the taste of that shit. He didn’t even realize that beneath the layer of Yosuke’s blood was his whole skin turning into what it had before. Outline of bones a stunning white while the rest of his body donned with deep ebony. Hidan stood up, rubbed the back of his skull and muttered to Yosuke, "Shit - you little bitch. That fucking hurt."

[waitingfora]

He held his arm to his face to deal with his nose, bleeding over his sleeve with the pain just between his eyes growing. His head shook from left to right in order to see if that would help him much before he finally pulled away from the brick wall. "Asshole." The Persona formed at his side after the attack, not yet called away for the time being. It was smaller than it was before -- either to conserve energy or his thinking was becoming little more erratic that it was hard to keep his mind straight on holding the Persona's form.

"Didn't kill you, huh?" His voice was just a little more distorted from his broken nose. "You think I'm just going to let you kill me? Jeez, you're retarded." He spit on the ground as well, his mouth filling a bit with blood. Still, he was a little troubled that Hidan wasn't a little more hurt from the fall. Maybe it was because he did not drop him far enough. "It's going to hurt worse."

"I honestly would have let you go." There was a shrug as he kept wiping at his face, having his nosebleed thoroughly stain the sleeve of his jacket. "But I guess not. You can share a hospital room with Shika." There was that voice of his fake in the back of his head saying that he was pushing his luck, that he should just stop what he's doing. The shadow brushed it off just as easily as Yosuke ignored him in the past. Who really cares what you think anymore? The Persona rushed at Hidan yet again with the intent of once more turning into the cyclone to drop him onto the street; possibly to keep it up until the bastard stopped getting up.

"Shika said he understood me." His arm came back to his nose, wondering when it would stop hurting as it was. While his voice was muffled, he spoke up enough for Hidan to hear him. "Can you believe that? He's such a liar. He really deserved what he got. And so do you."

[holyish]

Hidan slicked his wet bloodied hair back with a blackened hand. Shit...shit. So it wasn’t really Shikamaru that had this demonic crap in him, it was Hidan himself. Well that was just fucking awesome, and the corners of his mouth cracked into a vulgar grin as he heard the other mutter bullshit. a hand went into his pant pocket to take out the compact scythe that was personally made for his, a constant sound of deep dark chuckles emitted from his mouth and with a flick of a wrist the scythe expanded to revel three large blades attached to a long handle.

"Whoa - wait a sec! A fucking retard?!" He exclaimed with hideous humor that emerged in a raspy unbalanced tune from the hollow of the neck before deep half-insane laughter left his mouth, tossing his head upwards with the cackle and scythe swung over his shoulder. "Oh man, you’re gonna make me bust a fucking gut if you keep dribbling shit like that!!" Fingers tipped the weapon in hand so it was pointed to Yosuke. "So don’t compare me to a sack of crap like you!!"

And…was that some liquefied disco little thing just…what the fuck man? How the hell did Shikamaru get his ass kicked with that? A hand went to Hidan’s forehead and he muttered to himself. "God, I can’t believe this retarded shit..." When the cyclone rushed to Hidan once again, he moved swiftly and dodged it. he wasn’t going to deal with some pussy thing that came from god-knows-what. His vermin was the shithead before him.

"Yeah?!" He growled lowly, "Wanna know something? No one gives a shit about you! You’ll just end up another rotting corpse in the fucking ground and hey - if I get put in hospital then it would be fucking worth it to see you rot!!" Once again laugher rose from his throat and his hand heaved the scythe and maneuvered in a circular motion to basically - well - graze at Yosuke’s torso. This cunt wasn’t going to be let off easily with death.

[waitingfora]

"A scythe?" He straightened slightly as he saw it. His head tilted just slightly in confusion as to what he was seeing. "Do you think you're the Grim-fucking-Reaper?" Hand over his face, he started to laugh -- difficult to do with a broken nose and blood still rushing a bit down his face from it, but it was such an odd sight. Just what were they? Just --

"What the fuck?" The shadow took a step backwards as he noticed that Hidan didn't actually look like he had before. The initial thought was did the freak put on make up while he wasn't looking, but it was underneath the blood from the previous attack. His arm shot out to point at the other's face, screaming. "Just what the fuck are you?!" Yosuke had not gotten over his own fear of mutants even though it seemed like he would now -- just hid it so that he wouldn't seem offensive. The shadow didn't think of himself as the same as those weirdos anyway. He was much better, much more human and honest than they were!

His concentration momentarily shot which meant that his Persona was slow in rounding about to go after Hidan when the other dodged the attack. He returned to the fight when he had to jumped backwards -- thinking that the scythe was going to cut him deeper than it did. All it did was leave a thin line of red across his torso. Blossoming for a moment in red, like a papercut really. Stung like one too. He was not quite sure what he was doing, but he felt that he was retaliating by lashing out with his knife, aiming to stab at Hidan's face and neck. For a moment too enraged to think of the scythe. This person causing him the most injury so far and just wanting to see the other bleed -- moving to jam the blade into the asshole's eye.

His voice was started to get hysterical with each stab accenting the last word. "I know that! I know that already! He knew it, too! He just wanted people to like him! But it's really all a game, isn't it?!" Twisting the blade as he kept at his insane tirade. "It's better to think like that than really worry about if people like you or not! Isn't that right?!"

[holyish]

What the fuck was with this idiot?! Looking at Hidan as though he had never seen a fucking mutant before! Well, hah! This guy was just asking for it and Hidan was sure as hell going to deliver it - half for his own amusement and other half for his brother’s sake. What could Hidan say? Most of the fun was ripping assholes like Yosuke to shreds.

The wound inflicted by the scythe formerly dodged and Hidan swung his occupied hand back over his shoulder - moving to make a downing gesture of just splitting this fucker into two; until he felt a mass of thick sticky blood that emerged from his throat, the side of his cheek and eyeball. "Shit..." He muttered inaudibly before jerking up a leg and literally shoving Yosuke back. Fucking hell - that fucking hurt! His eye had better grow the fuck back or Hidan was going to be pissed! He stumbled back and reached up to take the knife handle from his skull and yanked on it, releasing a stream of murky eyeball liquid and blood that formed a pool at his feet.

"Fuck. ow, ow. Fucking hell that hurt." He absent-mildly stated and closed his ruined eyelid to look at Yosuke, the grin just widen before another deep laughter left his mouth and pointed the abused knife at him. "Seriously you little fuck! Can’t you be more subtle?! Jeez, for the sake of everything bloody, learn to use a knife right!" Hidan snorted and coiled a fist at his wounded eye - sludge of gooey sticky fluid clung to the destroy organ and he yanked it off, grin will wild and feral, and he flicked the gunk at Yosuke in an extremely ungraceful and vulgar manner. With knife still in hand he remembered something Shikamaru said. This whole situation could have been training in itself - and fuck! If he could get control of his powers before Deidara and his brother then he can just brag about it to those unholy blasphemous shitheads.

The hand with the scythe went directly to his abdomen, digging the three long blades into his stomach as though it was nothing but a little prick; he took a step back, the knife in hand fully penetrated his palm and the liquid that bubbled from the wound formed thick droplets on the ground in which Hidan dragged his foot along. Maybe that fucking weird insignia he saw actually meant something.

[waitingfora]

A bit more blood was spit on Hidan's face as the shadow was kicked backwards, landing on his side. It took him a few seconds to realize that the knife was missing, still sticking out from the other's eye. He laid there for a moment, not sure what to expect. He should be dead, he should be dead, he should be-- His thoughts were becoming a little hysterical from fear that Hidan was still standing. Why? The word was mouthed on his lips as he started to stand up in a hesitant manner. It was like before. Like it hurt but, but it didn't do anything. It doesn't...

"Ah..." A high-pitched noise as he saw the scythe dig into Hidan's own body. Was that just to intimidate me? That I can't do anything to you! Why was he just standing there? He didn't understand anything that was going on at this point. Looking around, he wondered if he should run or not. Just like he had when he realized that Kazama would be just a little too much trouble to fight. His head shook violently as his hands pressed on either side; the injuries he had taken were starting to weaken his control over the body.

"No, no, no, no. I won't go back!" He still had his Persona; he could still win, couldn't he -- at least knock Hidan down so that he had a better chance of getting away. His injured arm was once more clawed at -- the cool air doing something forcing him to bring more blood to the surface as it had started to clot and stop bleeding as before. It hurt and one eye closed in a flinch but at least he was able to call his Branch of Sin. Smaller and weaker than it was before, because he had less blood to give if it he was going to keep fighting. "I'm the real Yosuke. I am!"

Without thinking what it would do, he sent the Persona out to strike at upper-right shoulder to knock the other down, possibly tear the arm off if he was lucky. As soon as it started to tear into Hidan's skin, he immediately began screaming in agony and held his own shoulder -- forcing the Persona to stop and once more disappear from the street. "What? But I didn't--" He couldn't finish what he was saying as he fell down onto his knees, still holding onto his shoulder, knowing that it wasn't injure. Sure it wasn't injured, but it still burned, still felt useless now.

[holyish]

That’s right: a blood-drawn circle with an inverted triangle, right? Fucking satanic bullshit or something, like Hidan cared. He renounced that motherfucker called God only not so long ago - and Yosuke can rot with the big man. His own lips twitched into a hysterically excited sneer. And not without any realization and total ignorance to Yosuke and himself connection by this known curse, Hidan withdrew the knife that penetration his hand - a wince placed itself along his lips as a small oddly feral moan emerged from his mouth. This pain...unlike anything he experienced before.

His lips parted into a deep pant as red optics settled on Yosuke. The persona yanked his arm and a whine from the other. Now what the fuck was that about? "Oi, oi. Don’t fucking cry now, jeez. This is just the start of it!" The knife that occupied his hand soon dug into his own shoulder (Shit, Hidan could hold a fucking huge array of weaponry) and looked over at the small figure made of blood giving it a brutal kick, which only made himself even more bloody - like if that was possible. Randomly he growled at the blood-formed figure, "Go suck a cock you piece of shit!"

Once it backed off, his hand went to the handle of his scythe that was dug into his stomach - and with fingers coiled around it giving it a firm grip, Hidan ripped it horizontally from his stomach; tearing through muscle, organs and flesh. Obviously more crimson just spewed from the wound but they just didn’t waver him - instead his chest convulsed with an oddly pleasurable tremor that traveled through him. Fuck, now that felt good! And it was noticeably shown by the quivering lips that soon erupted into a loud hyena-resembling laugh, "Ha ha ha!! Oh man! Yosuke - your punishment isn’t going to feel as good as this! Shit!!"

Guts did not fall from Hidan’s stomach. A large gash just appeared, thick blood oozed from the wound and dribbled to the floor as Hidan made his way to Yosuke, looking so fucking pathetic on the ground. if Hidan wanted his guts to appear before the kid, he would have reached into his torn stomach and grabbed a mass of entrails to present his mutant self. Instead the scythe was pointed at Yosuke; Hidan’s whole visage drowned in blood, dark as hell with only yellow-white eyes curled with blood-shot veins twisting to the dilated pupil and lips twisted into a hideous, ugly, disgustingly blood-lusting grin.

[waitingfora]

His hand remained over his bloodied shoulder, rocking slightly in the street, not understanding why his powers were not working for him. It doesn't make any sense. It doesn't. A high yelp as the knife sunk into Hidan's shoulder, having the same pain and injury reflect on his own body. But his fingers still dipped into the wound on his shoulder, the blood pooling down his arm. It wasn't the same as when he hurt himself to make his Persona appear; it wasn't the same which meant that he had to be aware that it hurt. "Just the start?" The tone of his voice sounded smaller than before as he looked up nervously.

It still hurt, like the blade was still in his shoulder. His hand kept trying to pull the blade out but being unable to do so. He didn't want to die; he didn't want to feel that again. Screaming yet again as a new gash appeared on his body -- one would think after having his arms and legs sawed off this sort of pain would not be anything to him. The shadow watched as the same injury manifested on his body -- arms surrounding his stomach to hold the wound, feeling like it really would fall out. But he knew that it wouldn't, knew that he wasn't going to die like that. Still, he fell over on his side, holding his body, curling into a fetal position.

For a moment, just a moment, the shadow feeling so weak from his injuries that he was unable to keep his usual cocky behavior. Not that he had it after he realized that he was not going to win this fight. "Hidan." His voice lacked the twisted tone that it had before, body trembling slightly -- mixture of fear and blood loss. "... where's Shika? Is he okay?" Just like he had tried with Kazama, he was going to pretend that it was not really how he was; that he had returned to his senses. He didn't know Hidan; he didn't know how he'd respond to it. But it would be better than just letting himself die like this.

[holyish]

Hidan’s head tilted, his lips pursed, the tip of his tongue glided over the top row of teeth to lap up his own and Yosuke’s blood before letting the fleshy organ in his mouth emit a soft clacking sound - a eyebrow quirked up and, wait a second? Why the fuck was Yosuke bleeding from the shoulder? The same shoulder that Hidan stabbed himself with? Fucking weirdo. Or maybe - tch, bullshit. That would have been weird as fuck; Hidan didn’t even think that it was possible. Then again, the deep slash embedded on Yosuke’s abdomen? - Hidan’s lips cracked into a grin, reveling all gory and messy yellow-white teeth and bloodied gums.

"Kyahaha!!" He laughed deeply and darkly, the maneuver of the occupied hand pointed straight to the deep gash along Yosuke’s abdomen. "See!! See what I did to you, fucking heathen cocksucker!?" He brought one of the blades to his mouth and placed the tip of the blade to his tongue, sliding it along the sharp edges until blood bubbled from the pink skin and traveled down his chin. This was like a feeling of, of total fucking divine ecstasy! Morbid as hell - but the pain that was transferred from Yosuke entered through him, and it just felt good!

However, when that shit-eating cunt mentioned Shikamaru’s name and condition, Hidan’s lips turned into a horrific snarl, and like he was giving over to pure impulses Hidan drew his leg back and forcefully kicked Yosuke in the jaw - hard - before yelling threats, "Don’t you fucking dare ask about him like you give a shit - hahaha - oh seriously, man. You really are gonna regret it, I’m going to carve your flesh from your bones and shove them down your throat, you little fucking bitch." Hidan didn’t even know if Yosuke was pretending or not - the monster inside of him was in auto-pilot.

[coooooookies]

The minute Hidan's leg lifted in order to land a blow at Yosuke's jaw, there was a blur of white streaked with red. A small, lithe figure crouched down, leg swinging upward in a bare-footed kick directed at Hidan's torso - hitting with enough power to send the black-and-white monstrosity staggering backwards at the very least. Most men would be knocked flat on their back entirely.

"Ultra deluxe extreme powerful side-side super kick hakuden kame-hame-ha kick!!"

The girl rose up to her feet, bouncing once before placing herself defensively before Yosuke, arms stretched out in an obvious sign of protection over him. "Never fear! Aceman is here!!"

[waitingfora]

His eyes widened as he felt his tongue be cut by the knife just as beofre when the scythe cut Hidan's torso, appearing on his own body. Or rather, the aftermath of the injury, feeling it break and bleed into a thin line, filling his mouth with blood. He began to cough and spit in order to get the taste out of his mouth -- wanting to call his Persona but knowing that that would only make matters worse for him at this point. This is-- The shadow was unsure how to finish the thought, still trying to get the taste of blood out of his mouth. He only ended it running down the side of his face, having not yet gotten up from the injury of before.

He began trembling. There was really no way that he could get out of this. If he tried to run at this point, he had no way to escape. The bastard could just kill him even if he was present. Right? He had no idea how the other's powers worked. The most he could do was anger this person enough to kill him fast -- just like that other bastard. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. Everyone was just getting in the way of his fun. The shadow halted in these thoughts when he looked up to see that Hidan was approaching his own helpless body. Panic started to rise instantly.

"What?" His head rose slightly at the appearance of his supposed savior -- Shiro? He felt his mouth open slightly in just utter confusion and overall just dumbfounded by his protector. And why wasn't he hurt when she hit him? Could it be that it only worked when Hidan hurt himself? If that was the case. All of his sudden weakness in the fight quickly disappeared. All the panic and fear, he could use her. She could keep Hidan busy and he could get away. "Shiro... thank you." If this was any other situation, I'd try to kill you by now. Tch.

It was a moment rush of hope as he pushed himself up off the street, hands quickly going back around his abdomen as he hid behind Shiro. There was a voice in the back of his head -- the fake -- telling him that he shouldn't do that, that he should convince Shiro to run, too. And let us both get killed. I'm more important to that. The only reason that you want to save her is so you can be a hero. But ... you're never going to be a hero.

Unfortunate, so unfortunate. The fake was getting stronger, able to be louder in his head now. His words were slightly slurred and difficult to understand -- if not because of how distorted his voice sounded -- then by the fact that he kept having to spit blood out of his mouth to get the word out. "I need to get out of here. Can you hold him off, Shiro?" Can you die in my place?

[holyish]

What. The. Fuck!? Seriously, having some little bitch suddenly ram the sole of her foot in your gut is really not the best way to go, or landing on your ass, which Hidan so ungracefully as the wound in his stomach slightly opened and a bit of intestine just peeked from the self-inflicted slit. He rubbed a bloodied palmed against his face and groaned with frustration, "Fuuuuck -- what the shit?! Give me a goddamn break...man, seriously." With a coiled fist tucking away at the leaking gut, Hidan went to stand with wavering unbalanced movements, raising an eyebrow at the bitch in white in a moronic gesture.

"What...don’t tell me you’re getting your girlfriend to fight for you?" He snorted violently and swung the scythe over his shoulder, his lips cracked wide with bloodied teeth and walked towards them both - well, that was until he turned in his abruptly to see some military fuckers rushing towards him. His arms were hooked and the back of his knees kicked, forcing him on his kneecaps and head lowered with barrels pointed directly at his head. "W-Wait a sec you dipshits--" A blow of the handle of a weapon collided with the back of his skull, his face impacted with the cement ground and a lowly, dark laugh emerged from his mouth, stringing out in half-fanatic chuckles.

What really set off the loud laughter was when a trigger was pulled and a bullet penetrated his fucking brain. Man, it hurt, it hurt like hell but shit, his guts were falling out so - whatever, assholes really needed to learn how the hell to hurt someone. They were mumbling to Yosuke and Shiro, Hidan not in his right mind to give a crap about what they said and his small red optics just kept focus on Yosuke in his bloodied galore, as though he was saying ‘I’ll get you next time fuckface’ - because that shithead wasn’t getting away easily.

Then again, Hidan was being pulled, hoisted from the ground, assholes saying something about ’Mutant freaks’ and ’Take him to headquarters’ and Hidan just sneered hatefully. His own body struggled - but when a fist collided with his jaw, knocking it out of place, Hidan found himself in the interior of a car with handcuffs on his wrists and being driven off like some low-life delinquent. Man, this just sucked.