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[tonguejob]

Who: Shikamaru, Hidan and William
Where: Terra
When: Monday Morning
Summary: There was a heavy fog that morning....
Rating: R
Other: Corpses are delicious.

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[holyish]

Shikamaru was right. Hidan was still asleep on his brother’s bed and making a mess off the whole damn thing. He sure as hell wasn’t the type to wake up at - what? Ten in the morning or whenever the fuck school started? Well, he did wake after a few rings of his cell phone. A grunt and grumbling emerged from his mouth as a hand reached up to disarray his hair and rub his eyes.

"Shut...the fuck up." He grumbled at the phone as he stood and looked around the room, standing on a large array of discarded shit before he stood on his phone.

Hidan picked up his phone and scratched the back of his head, letting out a groan of annoyance and flipping it open to see his brother’s caller ID. Why the hell would Shikamaru be calling him now? Man, what? Shouldn’t the shithead be at school right now? Goddamnit, at least Shikamaru actually called him unlike that stupid blonde princess. Where the hell was he anyway? Whatever, that blonde cocksucker could look after himself. He placed the phone to his ear and let out another irritated groan.

"Yeah?"

[lazyish]

Thank god.

"Deidara's dead," Shikamaru blurted out as soon as Hidan answered. There wasn't any time to be gentle about it, and it gentleness wasn't Hidan's thing anyway. They could cry and rage about it later. Although... Shikamaru was already crying. It was in his voice, trembling and shot with gasps. "I don't know what happened. S-Someone killed him. I need you here, right now."

He looked around, trying to figure out what the address of the house was. In the end he just named the street and described it. "...I'm on the roof. He's-- Deidara's hanging from an antenna." He turned to look at the body again, then quickly looked away. He should wait for Hidan before trying to figure out anything else. His heart was pounding like it was ready to explode and his face had drained of color. He needed a moment to center himself again.

[holyish]

"...What?"

It took a while for the words to register. At first his expression was nothing but pure tiredness but when the fucking words dug deep into his useless brain Hidan hurried his way to put on a pair of jeans as he yelled into the phone, "Whoa, whoa. Shit! Are you fucking sure?" He muttered surprised, or shocked, "F-Fuck...fuck him, fuck him. God, I’m going to kill that little piece of shit!!" He words were an obvious growl as he made no hesitation to get himself to wherever Shikamaru directed him too. "Don’t you dare hang up or I’m going to rip you a new one! Just -- fucking wait until I get there

[lazyish]

Shikamaru stayed on the phone like he was told, but he didn't really say anything more. Didn't know what to say. He tried very hard not to cry but he choked on his breaths; this was Deidara. This was one of his best friends, his comrade, almost like a brother. Deidara who always stood up for him, against Yosuke and even against Hidan, when he didn't need to. Deidara with that confident smile that was gone now. Every time Shikamaru looked over, there was a pang in his heart. Deidara wasn't smiling. His body was twisted up and he'd died in pain and the last thing those blue eyes had seen was something unimaginably horrible. That was the expression Deidara's face wore

[holyish]

Hidan welcomed the embrace with his own -- a fucking crush was given back as he stared at the body. His body trembled with absolute fucking rage to see his best goddamn friend hanging up there like nothing but scum. And even if Hidan and Deidara fought all the time, it wasn’t like Hidan didn’t feel something for the blonde. His arms enclosed around Shikamaru and held him immensely tight, his hand cradling the back of his brother’s skull roughly and teeth gritted together, grumbling something unintelligent in his brother’s ear which were nothing but a string of cussing and swearing that was turned on the lowest volume. Why the fuck couldn’t Deidara just call him if he was in trouble! Fuck.

"Who the fuck said it was your goddamn fault!?" Hidan snapped as his grip tightened, "God-fucking - Shika. Shika, shut up, shut the hell up you didn’t do anything." Even if his words were low and harsh, they were filled with concern, as loose as it may be around the violence in his words. Violet optics locked on Deidara’s body a second time and

[lazyish]

Hidan was right. He couldn't let himself do this. Falling back into self-blame. He'd be crushed by the guilt and then nothing would be accomplished. He wouldn't figure out who did this. He wouldn't be able to avenge Deidara. So he had to pull himself together. Even if it was too late to save him, there was still so much he had to do. For Deidara.

He steadied his breathing and nodded, slowly drawing away from Hidan. He brushed the tears from his eyes with his sleeve. His gaze returned to Deidara. The corpse was just as he had found it. What did you see, Dei? What are you looking at? Deidara told Shikamaru he wanted to die young, but his face was telling another story. And what was the cause of death? There wasn't any blood. No burns. He wasn't strangled. Were his bones broken? There weren't any wounds on his head. Could it have been gas? Poison

[holyish]

He really didn’t want to see Shikamaru like this. Bawling his fucking eyeballs out like this. Deidara was going to get punched so fucking hard - too bad he the fucker was dead right? Hidan didn’t want to think of Deidara as dead, just passed out or something, even if his body was twisted into a revolting angle, and Hidan had seen too much of this shit, but what pissed him off more was that it was Deidara.

Involuntarily, when Shikamaru started to pull away, Hidan pulled him right back and hugged him. Fuck, fuck. Shikamaru was all that he had now, right? Why the fuck did Deidara have to die on his own like that! God, was he saying this? "Shit, I’m taking him down. Don’t fucking try and stop me. Then--" He deeply exhaled, obvious malice in his voice, "We can kill that stupid fucker Yaha." That’s who it was. That’s what Hidan thought and once again he was going to kill that shithead.

Once again he released his brother and looked up on the antenna, "And turn the fuck away! This really isn’t gonna look good!" It wasn’t that Hidan was

[lazyish]

Goddammit, why didn't Hidan ever listen to him? But he knew arguing wouldn't do any good, and he didn't have the strength for it. To be honest, he wanted Deidara down from that thing as soon as possible, too. He couldn't stand the sight of him like that. He looked broken and helpless and that wasn't how he wanted to remember Deidara. Deidara wasn't like that! But the image had already burned itself into his mind. Would it ever leave

[deferential]

"Pardon my interruption." William was not too far down the street as he walked to the two of them. A pause to glance up at the roof before returning to gaze apathetically at the two. He had thought that he felt something in this direction, but with how tired he was -- it did not matter. So long as it seemed as though he was right.

"Honestly." The tone of his voice was one of annoyance, not that it was anything else. William had come to Terra to see if Grell was doing 'her' job or not, and ended up coming across two teens interfering with his work. This was reminded him of the fiasco in Elysium where he had to convince another to let him take the corpse of a friend. "I need that body."

His scythe raised to push his glasses into place. "It is required for the Ministry of Recycling." Might as well get this conversation over with as soon as possible as he had a rather long trek to carry the body. Someone should have been alerted sooner. But with all the fog, he supposed that it made sense that no one knew that it was here. This was

[holyish]

Okay, who the fuck was this guy that came out of fucking no where with a huge scythe-chainsaw thing. Man, was he gonna cut off Deidara’s body or some shit? Whatever, when he heard he was from the Ministry of Recycling, there was a groan of relief that left his mouth as he dropped Deidara’s body, and forcefully kicking it towards William.

"Then do your fucking job dipshit!" He snapped at the high-and-classy shithead, pointing at Deidara’s body. He paced briefly, running a hand through his hair, blood seeping into his mouth which made him want to fucking puke. Yeah, he’d go and tell Hibari about Deidara being auctioned off, hopefully that tightass would empty his pocket - if some other cunt ended up getting their hands on Deidara…

Hidan turned to face Shikamaru, expression filled with violent worry and disdain, and he walked over to his brother. "If you get --" No wait, didn’t Shikamaru say he wanted to do shit by himself? Hell, Hidan was going after Yaha too! But, this body shit and god knows what else. "I’m trusting you." He

[lazyish]

Shikamaru's heart dropped to his stomach at the sound of the stranger's voice. His head snapped in the direction of the man and at that introduction-- "I need that body. It is required for the Ministry of Recycling."-- his expression only darkened. It looked like Deidara had won the lottery of the afterlife, but in Shikamaru's opinion, the death auctions were worse than death by itself. If they let Deidara go, then he might wake up a slave to some pervert like--

Oh hell no.

What if Yaha had killed Deidara for this exact purpose?

"I'm not going to die," Shikamaru said to Hidan. Snapped, actually. He was furious. When he looked up at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder, his bloodshot eyes were burning. "That bastard's going to pay."

But first there was the matter of this bastard. The one who wanted to take Deidara's body. "Are we just going to let this guy take him?" Shikamaru uttered. "What if we're messing up what Dei wanted? Hidan, I don't think he'd want this. Getting brought back, getting put on auction. And we haven't even

[deferential]

Staring at the body that had been kicked in his direction, he reached down to grab onto the corpse's arm -- intent on eventually lifting it into his arms to carry to the Ministry. "Thank you

[holyish]

Death auctions? Really, Hidan had no opinion on it. He was never fucking up on one of those pedicles and having cash thrown around him -- so he really didn’t give a shit. He just wanted Deidara alive so he could kill him for dying like a dumbshit he was. And now, now it seemed like he had to put his own fucking gooey brains to the test in this sort of shitty situation. But when he saw Shikamaru’s expression, something filled Hidan’s that was nothing but pure feral instinct.

"Yeah Shika, we’re gonna let this fucking piece of shit take Deidara’s useless shitbag body." He muttered with a smug expression and lazy shrug, his lips pursed and then slowly his body started to tremor as a surge of half-insane laughter emerged from the base of his throat. "Fuck justice! Holy fuck Shika, grow some fucking balls! God, you can’t reply on the goddamn cops for every piece of shit! Seriously! Fucking hell they’ll just sit on their goddamn ass, so you’re just going to have to do it by your-goddamn-self

[lazyish]

Of course Shikamaru didn't want Deidara to stay dead. But he couldn't just think about what he wanted. Yes, he wanted his friend back, wanted him back as soon as possible. But he remembered all the things Deidara had said, the importance of impermanence to him. If only they'd had more time to talk, then he might know what to do right now. He just didn't want to make a mistake while he had the chance to do the right thing.

But what was the right thing? What Hidan said was true. Shikamaru knew it better than anyone else from working at the station every day. Most of the police were crooked. Hell, Yaha was the main suspect and he was one of them. But if Shikamaru gave up on the justice system, gave up on all the things his dad had taught him about the law and about good, then what was he left with

[deferential]

A brief glance to Hidan, listening to the other's rant. His expression didn't change from the vague annoyed look that he had. Did he really have to stand and listen to all of this babble on affairs that did not concern him? It seemed as though he would if he did not want to have a fight on his hands over a corpse. "Honestly. I would rather not feel like a common body snatcher." He muttered, more to himself than at the two. Letting out an annoyed sigh, it seemed like he was finally allowed to do his job.

Stepping forward, the clippers of his scythe snapped out to grab onto the back of Deidara's -- as that seemed to be the blond's name -- neck. It lifted the body with relatively no ease before snapping back towards the reaper; who would carry the body much like one would a deranged flag. William reminded himself that he had a change of clothes at the Ministry building should any bits come off onto him. Could have hefted him over his shoulder, but with transit, pieces might eventually fall off before he actually got to where he must be

[holyish]

Usually, Hidan was pissed one way or another. But right now, at this moment, he was just looking like a smug bastard. Seemed as though his whole lecture got through that retarded skull and pierced that shitty brain. That was good. Hidan was pretty damn proud of himself by convincing Shikamaru to do what he wanted -- and it was easily shown by the pursing of lips that pulled into a wide smirk. So he wasn’t that fucking stupid, Hidan just thought of different things that worked on irrational gears