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[holyish]

Who: Hidan & Kazama
Where: Yakuza HQs
When: The day of Belial's auction
Summary: "FUCK MAN YOU EXPLODED" "YEAH MAN I KNOW LOL"
Rating: R?
Other: No shut up

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[sagittariinae]

Kazama had been out on a job since morning. Standard procedure, really. Take a handful of lackies, go to this alley in this block in this area in Chinatown. Enter the building. Eliminate the little gang that had gotten too cocky and started interfering in business. Kill a few, leave a few alive to send the message back to other gangs. Make it clear -- very clear -- that they have no right to crawl back up. Then come back

[holyish]

The cracking of bone, dislodging of molars, a flourish of blood and saliva was already good enough to put Hidan in a rather satisfied mood. Anyway, the asshole deserved it; for whatever reasons as much as there weren’t any apart from it being Hidan’s gratification. Another blow, and another. And it seemed like that faggot’s face wasn’t recognizable anymore -- shit, this was only just starting --

But no, that goddamn mute bastard just had to ruin it, just like he had to ruin anything and Hidan was shoved back, caught completely off-guard. The bullet wound that passed through his brain barely healed as the back of his skull was slammed against the wall and his brain was swimming in his skull -- a grunt, and he let out a deep whine, "You fucking bastard where do you get off on -- " What an asshole, just walking straight into his goddamn office without having heard Hidan’s words. But you know, that whole mess, the whole sagging against the wall and grunting and the way that Kazama had looked like complete shit? Yeah, Hidan was a utter

[sagittariinae]

Kazama didn't hear Hidan's words. Didn't need to hear them, of course -- he spent enough time with Hidan to know that they would have been composed 50% of swear words, 50% of pointless raging that would amount to nothing in the end -- but that wasn't the point. His head felt heavy, his thoughts sluggish, and there was an odd twinge of mixed emotions at the back of his throat. (I feel like I'm dying, he thought. I'm clearly in no danger here, and there is no threat to me. But I feel like I'm dying

[holyish]

For once in his fucking life, Hidan looked bemused at Kazama. Yeah, he knew Kazama well enough to know that the asshole wouldn’t speak pointless like that ( -- Shit, Hidan knew that. There was no point in Kazama saying that, it was too fucking late now, because Hidan was already in the room, and he was already blabbering.) but, but when he actually saw Kazama convulsing, slumped against the wall before sliding down it and basically vomiting his guts up, and instantly Hidan muttered after his long anthem of swearing rage, " -- Fuck."

It took him a bit to actually register that his partner might be in pain and seriously? Seriously if this was on a job then Hidan wouldn’t have given a shit. A job is a job, and sure, Hidan would daily bash the fuck out of Kazama just for his own amusement. But there was no trigger here, no reason why Kazama would be puking all this twisted black blood (Did some asshole poison him? Can you even poison him? And if so, why the fuck didn’t Hidan think of it before