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[holyish]

Who: Hidan & Shikamaru.
Where: The hospital; Terra.
When: After Hidan sees Deidara.
Summary: idk after Hidan joins the military and shit and shit and Shika gets fucked up the ass by Yosuke (lolol) and stuff.
Rating: R
Other: Not gay.

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[holyish]

What the hell was up his ass? Hidan was expecting something a bit nicer, you know. After all that shit with Yosuke and the military, yeah, whatever. He leaned against the chair with a sneer pulling his lips downwards. And it’s not like it was Hidan’s fault that Shikamaru got broken ribs in the first place! Well, it probably was, since Hidan couldn’t do shit about it. Great brother or whatever he was. "That’s a fucking great way to greet someone after not seeing them for fucking ages."

Hidan placed a foot against the edge of the bed and folded his arms against his chest, rocking back on the chair with a firm expression, "What, don’t tell me you’re fucking pissed off to see me in this shitty uniform. Yeah, those bastards took me and forced me to join them."

He paused for a few moments and frustratingly rubbed his hair, letting out a annoyed string of groans and closed his eyes. Even if he did kill someone to get in here, well...yeah, he would. "It’s my blood, so what? Hey--" Totally changing the subject, "You’re going to live, right? I mean, it’s not that bad, is it?"

[lazyish]

It wasn't like Shikamaru hadn't been worried. He'd left about a million messages on Hidan's phone, lost sleep over it, spent hours staring out the window wondering where his brother was and if he'd somehow managed to get killed, but... what was he supposed to say about it at this point?

"I'm not pissed," Shikamaru sighed. Well he was, a little, but not about that. He hated being stuck in the goddamn bed not being able to really see the person he'd been waiting to see since he was nearly killed. Screw it. He flung the blankets aside and got to his feet with a groan. No hospital gown for him; he was just wearing boxers so the fresh bandages around his rib cage were plainly visible. "And I'm not dying. It's a few broken ribs but as long as I'm careful my lungs won't get punctured or anything. Oh and I cracked my skull but it's not serious."

He stepped closer to Hidan. He would have hugged him or something, but that would be too much movement right then, probably. "They couldn't kill you so they made you join them, right?" Shikamaru murmured. Saying it left him feeling cold inside. Thinking that Hidan really could be dead right now... "Tell me what happened."

[holyish]

Too bad Hidan’s phone was probably lost in some junk heaven that the military made. Hell, Shikamaru wasn’t the only one that lost sleep over it - not like Hidan could actually sleep in the first place after being stuck in some shit-smelling cell or wherever the hell they placed him.

Idly, Hidan bit down on his lips in some sort of fidgety fashion, pulling away the flesh of his bottom lip as he heard his brother’s words, and when Shikamaru stood up, Hidan did the same motion imminently. He really didn’t want his brother to suddenly fall on his head and crack it, again, not like Shikamaru’s head could get any worse. Yeah, that made his lips crack into a dry smirk. "Thank fuck, don’t you dare worry me like that again you stupid bastard." He said with utter seriousness in his words as he took a step towards Shikamaru.

Hidan knew that he shouldn’t, but fuck it. He placed a hand on Shikamaru’s head and gently urged his brother into a embrace, his own lips pressed against the top of Shikamaru’s head and inhaled deeply. "Asshole." Was the only thing he muttered for a few moments before telling Shikamaru the whole deal. "Tell you what? Dude, they can kill me, I think. What, you think being burnt fully alive and shit wouldn’t? They threatened me and shit, so I got no damn choice, fucking put this collar around my neck to act like a good little bitch and..." He exhaled, holding his brother closer and letting out a dry laugh, "Seriously, I’ll spare you the rest of the bullshit."

[lazyish]

It was really weird, everyone being worried about him like this. It made sense a little, being the first time Shikamaru had ever come close to death and all, but in the end he wasn't even that injured. His dad had probably gotten more beat up falling off his bike sometime. Maybe it was the circumstances, or maybe people just didn't think Shikamaru could handle it... Probably why he was being forced to stay in the hospital way longer than necessary. But he could, he could handle it. Especially now that his last worry was put to rest.

He returned the embrace carefully, leaning in just enough to keep his bones from protesting. He could ignore that horrible uniform with all its implications, and the blood he was getting too used to seeing. Hidan was back, that was the important thing. "Same goes for you," he muttered.

He listened to what Hidan had to say, wanted to hear more but there probably wasn't a whole lot of time before Hidan had to get back to wherever they were keeping him. So they threatened him with burning? "I don't know," Shikamaru uttered skeptically. "I don't know if a fire would be enough. I guess it depends on your rate of regeneration, but even high temperature, instantly burning you to ashes... If it's in your cells, then given enough time... Not that it's worth the risk, heh. But it's worth experimenting with, seeing how your body reacts to fire." He didn't want to set part of his brother's body on fire, but if it helped them learn about his limits, it'd be worth it.

"So, a collar, huh." Shikamaru reached up to pull back Hidan's jacket and check his neck. "I don't suppose they felt like telling you everything it does?"

[holyish]

It’s not like Hidan didn’t think Shikamaru couldn’t handle it. more like the fact that Hidan wasn’t actually there to well…be some sort of weird fucking saint and drag his brother’s ass out of trouble, and that was pretty shitty, but being so damn overprotective was what a big brother was meant to be or whatever. Though it’s not like Hidan really considered himself a brother anyway, just some fucking dumbass that hung around with Shikamaru. Why the fuck was he even thinking of this bullshit in the first place? Holding Shikamaru felt pretty good compared to the bullshit that rapidly ran through his brain.

Though, he did have to quirk a eyebrow at the whole talk about being burnt alive. He really didn’t want that kind of shit happening to him because yeah - fire was a bitch to touch, he knew this from the many times he got drunk and thought lighting shit on fire was pretty damn hardcore.

"Whoa, wait. Are you saying you’re going to experiment lighting me on fucking fire?" He abruptly said with slightly wide eyes before letting out a groan. "You gotta be kidding me, jeez. That is fucking stupid." But testing his immortality out would be pretty good, he thought. He knew that without his guts he could still move like a normal person, beating his body up and breaking all the bones in his body, thanks to the military fucks, also proved that mangling his body did shit all. "...Tch. all right, but if I die it’s all your fault!" The words were pretty serious, even though they had a mocking edge to them.

With the sudden tug of material, Hidan tilted his head so that the metal collar was displayed for all to see. It pissed him off. "What the hell do you think? I have no freakin’ idea about this crap."

[lazyish]

"Geez, you think I'd ever do anything that'd get you killed?" Shikamaru sighed. "It'll hurt, but it'll only be a small part of you. Something you could stand to lose. We've gotta figure it all out so we know how much leverage these guys really have over you." Of course, even if it turned out there wasn't any way for the military to kill Hidan, they could always turn to threatening his family. How much protection did the police provide for Shikamaru (and Vargret) in the end? Enough to stop something like that?

"But this thing..." Shikamaru went on, examining the collar around Hidan's neck. "Tracking device, definitely, but there's gotta be more to it than that. Sound recording? Video, even? We've gotta hope it's not a live feed... Something they'll only check if there's trouble." Because he'd basically already given himself away in this conversation, not as a mutant himself but mutant-friendly.

"Well, whatever it does, you can't remove it," he said sternly, pulling back so he could look up at Hidan's face. "The military's got you and the best thing you can do right now is stick with them. There's no way to run. If you disappear, they'll come after me." The brotherly relation, whatever recording of this visit that might exist... Yeah, the military would come for Shikamaru. "And anyway, it's the safest place for you to be, just like it's safest for me to be with the police. Which means you gotta behave yourself for once."

[holyish]

Wait. Losing something? No fucking way was Hidan going to lose a piece of his fucking body - not even as an experiment. Holy shit, maybe choosing to be some fucked up experiment when Hidan was given the choice was much better option then doing it himself - but, he wouldn’t have seen Shikamaru, and that would have fucking sucked. He inhaled deeply before releasing his breath into raspy hushed words, on the edge of being aggravated, "Whoa, you’re kidding right? Seriously?" God, he knew it wasn’t a fucking joke but he was hoping it was.

And, what Shikamaru lecturing him now? What a pain in the fucking ass. Though, oddly enough, it was actually kinda comforting, better than Shikamaru’s bitching about how everything was Hidan’s fault. No really, when he came to the hospital, he was seriously thinking Shikamaru was going to scream until his vocal cords were ripped. "Oh jeez --...just fucking great, tracking me and shit, what a bunch of atheist faggots."

Hidan lifted a finger and slipped it underneath the collar, tilting his head before giving out a irritated groan. Violet optics went back to Shikamaru’s visage and unintentionally he pressed his forehead against his brother’s. as stupid as it sounded, Hidan couldn’t give a crap about all this stuff, as long as Shikamaru was all good then Hidan was just well - glad or some crap. Fucking weird fixation though, not like he’d claim it. "Huh, what the fuck are you talking about man, I’m always behaving myself. Heh." He laughed dryly and then moved away, slumping back down on the chair.

[lazyish]

Shikamaru wasn't kidding about the experiment. His seriousness was written plainly on his face, like it usually was, even though he didn't say anything more about it. Of course he didn't want to hurt Hidan, especially not in any way that'd permanently disfigure him, but they had to get serious. They couldn't afford any extra surprises when going up against the military. Before they could move, they had to find out exactly what Hidan was capable of surviving. Shikamaru wouldn't be able to think of a real plan until they had that information.

"And if they're tracking you, it means you have to be careful about where you're going, and when," Shikamaru murmured, glancing at the door. "I hope you're not breaking any rules by coming here... Anyway, you have to make sure not to go anywhere you've ever considered secret, because as soon as you go with that collar on, it won't be secret anymore."

He went silent at that brief gesture of affection. Lecturing too much, wasn't he? Hidan hated that. He'd probably come just to make sure his brother was okay, not listen to some boring speech. Shikamaru smirked and leaned back against the side of the bed at the same time that Hidan sat down. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I've had a lot of time to think while I've been stuck here."

Which reminded him... "Oh, uh." How to say this without making it obvious to anyone who might be eavesdropping? "I figured something out, too. About the... stuff I said I wanted to research. You wanna see?"

[holyish]

Great, so Shikamaru was going to experiment on Hidan now. Well, at least he trusted that little shit more than those fucking bastards in whatever research lab they were camped out at. Hidan pursed a corner of his lips and let his tongue run along the molars of the back of his mouth, giving him the expression of someone who was clearly irritated at the idea, but once again, Hidan trusted Shikamaru more than he trusted anyone else; as fucking gay as that sounded.

"Yeah, yeah--" He inhaled, something like guilt or whatever filled the back of his head, and Hidan reached over to scratch the back of his skull as though he was pulling away those uncomfortable and really fucking annoying emotions. It wasn’t his fucking fault that Shikamaru ended up in hospital. "I know, well whatever man. Fucking assholes are probably just screwing around or some shit, like they’d give a crap anyway." He groaned and slumped on the chair. And that probably wasn’t true, and just to make sure it was, Hidan turned his head to the exit of the room. Fucking paranoid that some decked up soldiers would come shooting everyone’s asshole.

At the inquiry about research, Hidan’s eye raised and he pushed himself off the chair and made his way to the bed, sitting down on it with his hands planted behind him - what information again? Oh yeah, the powers and bullshit. Shit, Hidan had to tell Shikamaru about the skeleton shit. He’ll wait, "Damn...when the fuck did you become this damn nerdy, seriously?" A pause, "Yeah, all right, what you got?"

[lazyish]

Shikamaru made a face at being called nerdy, of all things. This was the kid who'd been held back a year in school because he never went to class or did his homework. He wasn't stupid but he wasn't bookish either. Well... not until recently. Damn, maybe he was getting to be a little nerdy. Did it make it cooler if he was doing it so he could master his supernatural powers?

He shook his head with a self-derisive snicker and moved again just as Hidan had come to join him by the bed. Because he needed to turn on the light. He flipped the switch and winced at the sudden brightness. "Goddamn pain in the ass light," he muttered. Too bad he needed it if he was going to be showing this off.

"Don't laugh, okay?" Shikamaru said, looking over to Hidan. "I know it's not anything special yet but I just came up with this like two days ago. They don't exactly write instruction manuals for it." But Hidan would probably laugh anyway. Comparing their abilities, Shikamaru was pretty pathetic.

He put his hands together and shut his eyes so he could concentrate on the meditation. His right hand grasped two fingers of the left, forming a mudra he'd found in his meditation books. It'd taken him this many weeks to figure out that this was the specific exercise he needed. Using that form to channel his energy, he took a slow breath and visualized the chakra moving through his body, opening his mind to it.

Beneath his feet, his shadow was growing blacker than it should have been in this lighting. When it felt right, he opened his eyes and held his concentration, urging his energy forward. And the shadow moved as his mind ordered, sliding along the floor like a black snake toward the bed.

[holyish]

Hidan sat on the bed, one knee drew up to his chest while the other underneath horizontally. He looked at Shikamaru quizzically and could only wince slightly at the light that suddenly illuminated the room. Fucking hell, he didn’t even remember when he actually saw clear fucking light, and Hidan decided that having no light at all was way fucking better then having your eyeballs raped out by this crap.

The balls of his palm rubbed his eye sockets, mouth emitted a constant string of annoyed irritated grunts and he blinked a few times before his lips curled upwards at don’t laugh, because whenever Shikamaru said something like that - yeah, it made Hidan want to laugh, instead he only made a small tch sound and watched his brother doing…whatever the fuck he was doing, which just looked like some yoga shit to him.

At the corner of his eye, Hidan saw a snake-like shape moving towards them. The shadow getting larger and yeah, it just looked weird as shit. But hell, Shikamaru got further than Deidara in the whole ‘Gaining abilities’ shit. And yeah, Hidan was pretty proud of his lazy-ass loser of a brother. Not like he’d say anything about it.

When the shadow disappeared under the bed, Hidan snorted arrogantly and scoffed, "Huh, is that it? You gotta be fucking kidding me. Jeez, that’s real weak, you know." And it kinda was, Hidan was expecting the shadow to go berserk and kill every motherfucker in the room - even if it was only himself and his brother. His lips turned into a wide grin and he leaned into Shikamaru, not it was his turn to show off. "Hey, wanna see mine? Seriously man, its way better than you think!"

[lazyish]

It was slow work, figuring out how this kind of power was activated. Hidan wouldn't be interested so he wouldn't bother explaining it, but Shikamaru had trudged through all kinds of books on New Age bullshit and awakening the inner power before the path finally led him to Buddhism and chakra flow and this kind of meditation. It didn't look impressive, but it was. Finding the key to unlocking that was the hardest part. From here, it was all about building up his energy and learning how to control it, and that was really just like any other training in the world.

He couldn't hold it very long right now, though. Not even a minute before the shadow lost its tangibility and retreated back to Shikamaru. His body was too exhausted. Injury, he'd read, disrupted chakra flow, and he had a pretty serious injury right about where his Manipura chakra was located. "Hey, shut up," he grumbled as he pulled his hands apart. Even his voice sounded strained. "I just got thrown out a window, remember?"

Shikamaru really didn't like that look on Hidan's face. And how exactly could his power get much better than can't freaking die? "Uh," he replied uncertainly. Dreading it a little, but he did have to learn everything, didn't he? "Alright, but stop talking so loud." And he gave Hidan's collar a meaningful glance. "And... don't make a mess." Because if Hidan was going to chop off a limb or something, Shikamaru wasn't healthy enough to be cleaning it up.

[holyish]

Really, Hidan was pretty fucking proud of his own ability. He didn’t need to do shit apart from bleed - then any motherfucker that was caught by his curse or whatever the hell it was, was soon enough laying in a heap of blood. It was fucking wicked, and hurt like fuck. "Yeah, I know you got fucked up - but just watch this!" He laughed dryly and took out the switchblade from his pocket, looking at his brother with a smirk, "--And I know you get freaked out about this shit, but just deal with it, fuck, it’s only me." And he took Shikamaru’s hand in his own before mocking, “What, you can't say you can't trust your own damn brother, right?" It was kinda obvious how it hurt saying that.

The tip of blade nicked at Shikamaru’s thumb very slightly, the smallest breakage of skin until blood leaked from the wound, Hidan’s own thumb rubbed against his brother’s before taking it to his mouth. "Shut the hell up, I’m so going to ignore you if you start freaking out." And soon after the intake of Shikamaru’s blood, his skin turned into the same pattern as it did before - when Shikamaru was on top of Hidan, and when Hidan himself went off to kill Yosuke, and failed. Look where it got him now.

Hidan slid off the bed and tilted the lamp on the small table beside Shikamaru’s bed so the light was beaming in the middle of the room. He walked to it, and stuck the blade in the palm of his hand. The insignia that he had showed Deidara soon took form on the ground with his own blood, and Hidan’s mouth was a wide hideous grin.

[lazyish]

It didn't have anything to do with trust. Or... well, did it? What did it mean, that sense of panic that he felt whenever Hidan drew his blood? It wasn't like Shikamaru was especially squeamish about blood in general. Hell, he'd been freaking covered in Yosuke's blood now on more than one occasion. But this scared him even more than that, even after what'd happened with Yosuke. How did that make any sense?

He let Hidan do it though. Getting to the truth about Hidan's abilities was more important than his fear. Even if his expression was seriously resentful, he held still while Hidan cut his thumb and ingested his blood. "It hurts," he complained, but that wasn't the real problem. What could he say, though? Yeah, I don't trust you. I actually kind of think this could kill me somehow. Right.

Shikamaru almost looked away when Hidan's skin started changing, but he resolved not to. He leaned against the bed again and held strip of bandage against his bleeding thumb while he watched. "H-Hey, wait, I told you not to make a..." Too late. Hidan was getting blood all over the goddamn floor. "Tch. I hope you're cleaning that when you're finished because I can't do it. I mean it."

[holyish]

The blade that was stuck in his was son enough removed at Hidan gripped at the handle and tore it out. He looked at the portrait on the ground and stepped into the insignia, "Yeah I fucking know that!!" He snapped at Shikamaru, "I’ll clean it, god, you don’t need to tell me that!!" It just pissed him off that his own fucking brother just didn’t get it, and he needed to show Shikamaru what kind of freak he really was, even though every-fucking-one knew Hidan was a freak to start with.

He inhaled and scratched the back of his head. Muttering something incoherent under his breath, almost sounding like a damn apology. "Whatever man...just, yeah look--" He grumbled to himself, not even not sure what the fuck to say. He knew Shikamaru hated this, but whatever, it was worth showing his stupid asshole brother. It’s not like he meant to hurt his brother, but fuck, where the hell was everyone else?

Hidan thought for some brief moments, wondering where the hell to cut himself. He wasn’t going to do what he did to Deidara and just carve his skin. Jutting his lips, Hidan mumbled, "I’m just going to warn you, all right shithead? This will hurt, just fucking bare with it. Not like I’m going to break your teeth in." He took off a leather glove from his hand and placed the blade to his palm, just pricking the skin until the slightest droplets of blood formed.

[lazyish]

Even with warning, he didn't expect what happened next. When he saw Hidan cutting his own hand, he had flashbacks to what had happened with Yosuke. Was it going to be something like that? But it wasn't, not at all. He felt the pain in his own hand and looked down to find a fresh wound across his palm, erupting from nowhere as if drawn by an invisible blade.

"Oh god..." He understood immediately. That the reaction in Hidan wasn't from Shikamaru's blood, it was from anyone's blood. That he'd learned this because he tried it on someone else since the last time they'd seen each other (Yosuke? God, what had Hidan done to Yosuke..?). That it only worked when that symbol was drawn and Hidan stood within it, a way of focusing his power like Shikamaru used the mudra.

"It's a connection," he murmured, staring at his hand with wide eyes. He meant the blood. He couldn't say much out loud, he remembered even though he was reeling with the implications of all this. This... was an evil power, he could feel it even though he didn't normally concern himself with concepts like evil. Because nothing was inherently evil, right? That was a superstitious concept.

Yeah. He had to stop being afraid of it. All of them, all of "mutantkind", had powers that everyone would consider evil. But this power, like Yosuke's and his own, were just a part of Hidan. A part of someone that Shikamaru loved. He'd have to accept that part of Hidan. Love was unconditional, wasn't it?

He looked up at his brother with an encouraging though wry little smile and said, "That's really cool."