THE ELEVATOR LOG!

[inu_flower]

Who: Hidan and Hana
What: STUCK IN AN ELEVATOR FOR LIKE THREE HOURS. AND GETTING BACK TOGETHER ZOMG<3
When: Valentine's Day
Where: Mainland mall, IN AN ELEVATOR, BITCHES
Warnings: Minor angst, ELEVATOR!

Things had been going...all right, Hana found.

As long as she ignored Hidan in their classes - which wasn't as hard as she'd imagined, as it seemed he'd resigned himself to it - things weren't so bad. She'd kind of been avoiding Kakuzu, because to be perfectly honest she really wasn't proud of what she'd done that night. (What had possessed her to get drunk and do that? Kakuzu was cool and all, but she really didn't like him much more than as a friend. And saying those things to Hidan...)

Well, whatever. She shook her head as she walked towards the elevators in the mall. The anger that had been simmering in her for the past month or so (that long? No - longer...) had seemed to finally cool off, and it was honestly a relief. She felt almost back to her normal self.

Almost.

Still, Valentine's Day had come as a shock to her. Not in the event itself, but in the loneliness that had come with it. Now that was a first. Even on years when she'd been single on Valentine's Day - which, admittedly, were far and few - she hadn't ever despaired about it. She'd just bought chocolates for her friends and left it at that.

This year , though, for whatever reason, was different.

She tried to ignore it, attributing it to the exceedingly unusual events that had been happening lately. (Yes, blame Hidan. That was easy. Even if it wasn't fair - )

The best way to remedy it was a night at the mall on the mainland, even if it was a school night. Of course - the mall healed all wounds.

Even if said mall was absurdly decked out in Valentine's Day fashion.

Still, chocolate. Chocolate, at least, healed all wounds.

With a bag of freshly purchased chocolates in hand, Hana headed for the elevator. Maybe she ought to start heading home... As the elevator arrived on her floor, everyone in it poured out, and she stepped in it, alone, hitting the ground floor button.

Fuck Valentine's Day.

Hidan had left Oshima and skipped his classes that day simply because he felt like it (he tended to act on whims anyway) and had somehow ended up at a mall.

As soon as he'd taken a look around, found nothing, and realized that there were couples everywhere, he decided it was time to leave.

He waited for the crowd to leave the elevator and snuck in right as the doors began to slide shut.

Irritated, he pushed the ground floor button again, noticing that it was already lit up, and leaned against the wall for a moment.

He glanced at the girl standing only about a foot or so away. Surprised, he looked away, and then turned back to her.

No. Way.

Hana was busy checking a mail on her cell phone when Hidan had entered, and her eyes flickered up out of habit to see who it was.

Well, fuck.

Hidan.

She looked back down at her cell phone almost immediately, surprise showing on her startled eyes only momentarily. Well, that was okay. She could be...civil for a few minutes. (Doing anything otherwise was...childish, and she knew it, and she knew that she hadn't exactly been the most mature these past few weeks. Especially not that night...she cringed mentally.)

Even if being civil meant pretending he wasn't there. It was only a few minutes, after all.

Hidan impatiently glanced up at the numbers above the door. The elevator seemed to be moving unusually slow. He frowned; this was probably God's way of laughing at him for being such an idiot.

This definitely sucked.

He fidgeted uneasily, fumbling with his cellphone and trying to convince himself it was not actually Hana standing there. For a while, he'd told himself he did not care anymore...but when he saw her with Kakuzu...when she'd said those things...It did not matter; she had been drunk...Kakuzu was just doing what any guy would do...

...Right?

Hana tapped her foot quietly as she continued typing idly on her cell phone. The elevator wasn't going as fast as she'd expected...

Glancing up at the floor meter, she thought her heart might have actually stopped for a moment when she saw that it was in between floors - and it wasn't moving.

Oh.

FUCK.

"Aw...Shit."

Hidan crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. Luckily, he had nowhere to be any time soon...but getting stuck with Hana was just too cruel.

"We might be here for a while."

Hana didn't say anything to that, staring at the floor meter determinedly.

Work. Work...

Well...So much for trying to talk to her.

Hidan resorted to silence instead, trying to figure out a way to get out of this situation.

Hana clenched her jaw. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

A few minutes? Yeah. Okay, she could handle that. An indefinite period of time?

No. No, not really.

There wasn't even an emergency phone in the elevator. Fuck. Fuck. She tried not to panic.

Hidan debated sending Kakuzu a message about what was going on, but then decided that he did not care enough to inform anyone.

They would get out soon enough. He could wait.

Hana's feet were, admittedly, a little tired from walking around the mall all evening, so she leaned against the wall and slid down, sitting in the corner.

Yeah. Wait.

Hidan sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

Sure, waiting would not be bad, if he was not waiting with Hana.

"Well...this sucks," he said simply for the sake of breaking the heavy silence that had fallen in the elevator.

Hana's jaw tightened a little more, and she tried to ignore him still, mailing away on her cell phone. (Talking to Hidan would be bad. Talking to Hidan would lead to...to...just. Bad things.)

Hidan glanced over at her, his frown deepening.

"...You could at least say something, instead of just ignoring me. Tell me to shut up, if you really want to."

Hana looked up at him, trying to stay civil. Yes. Civil.

"Fine. Then kindly shut up."

...So much for civil. (But he'd asked for it.)

Hidan rolled his eyes; he should have seen that coming.

He sat down, careful to not get any closer to Hana than he already was.

Hana finished her mail, and was at a loss for what to do. She sighed and snapped her phone shut.

"...I wasn't going to say it for the sake of being civil until you said that, you know."

"Yeah, I thought I'd give you the option," Hidan replied simply.

He avoided looking at her. If their conversation was going to be like this, he would rather not talk at all.

"That really doesn't help things."

Wasn't he the one who had wanted to make amends in the first place? Ugh. Oh God.

He wasn't all bitter now, was he?

Hidan shrugged. "Yeah, I know. I don't wanna make you talk if you don't want to," he said.

He was not bitter, but he was starting to get worn out from fighting for someone he wanted to get back.

Then why was he...?

Hana shook her head. Just forget it. She sighed, looking at her hands boredly.

They'd find out the elevator had stopped in no time. Really...

He was tired and was beginning to think that it really was over between him and Hana...but...

"Hana, I really am sorry about everything..."

Hana ran her hands down her face. God. Not this again.

"What happened to not making me talk if I didn't want to, again?"

Hidan shook his head. "You don't have to say anything," he replied, "I just wanted to say it, though it probably doesn't mean anything by now anyway."

She didn't say anything in response, leaning her head back against the wall and staring at the ceiling. God. Stuck in an elevator. With Hidan. Could things get any worse?

No. Of course not. They'd be out in no time...

Hidan leaned his head back, staring idly up at the ceiling.

How much longer could this possibly last...?

The more he thought about it, though, he knew it would be a while. It was a holiday; maintenance was probably busy taking care of other things...

Slowly, an hour passed. He tried to occupy himself by playing games on his cellphone but that grew boring very quickly...

Hana was convinced she would go fucking crazy.

An hour. An hour in this little cell. With Hidan.

Much to her surprise, though, he'd pretty much kept to himself...

With any luck, it'd stay that way. Still, though. She hoped they'd get out soon. It wasn't exactly a toaster oven in there..

Hidan zipped up his jacket, though he doubted that would do much to help the fact that it was starting to get cold in there.

He had not said much to her, since it was more or less pointless to try and ask for her forgiveness now. Really, he wanted to talk to her, but every time he opened his mouth, he screwed things up.

Hana closed her eyes, trying not to shiver slightly. Damn it. This mall building was so old, the heating the elevators sucked and there wasn't even a god-damn emergency phone in there.

What the hell?

And Hidan was being quiet. Quiet. That was just...weird.

"This is fucking ridiculous," Hidan grumbled finally, taking a moment to look at the time on his cellphone.

It did not seem like anyone was even trying to figure out that something was wrong with the elevator, either...

"Mm." Hana raked her hand through her hair, sighing irritatedly. It was cold and she just wanted to go home.

"Why're you even here, anyway," Hidan asked, glancing over at her. It was too odd to see her there...He had not expected to run into anyone from Oshima.

"What, I'm not allowed to go to the mall when I feel like it?" It came out snappier and moodier than she'd really intended.

"Whoa, whoa, just curious," Hidan said, frowning slightly, "Just tryin' to make some conversation; I'm fuckin' bored."

"I thought I made it clear an hour ago I didn't want to talk to you." Or, you know, all those other times he'd tried to talk to her.

"Yeah, well that was an hour ago. I'm sick of just sitting here staring at the floor." Apparently, she still was not over what happened...Hana could really hold a grudge...

"Join the club." Hana scuffed her shoe on the floor irritatedly.

Why here? Why with him?

Hidan was not too sure if it would be a good idea to keep talking to her or not...but there was no telling how long they would be there...and he was not about to just sit there silently for another hour.

"...It's starting to get cold in here..."

Hurrah for small talk.

"I noticed," Hana said shortly, rubbing her arms briefly.

"You should've brought a jacket," Hidan said, stretching his arms over his head as if to show off the very jacket he was wearing.

"You think?" Hana retorted.

"Yeah. It's really fuckin' cold even with the jacket though, so it doesn't matter." Hidan shrugged carelessly.

"That's great," Hana said flatly.

She wanted out. NOW.

Hidan rolled his eyes.

"Yeah...Hey...What do you think of Izumo's class?"

Talking to Hana was starting to resemble talking to a brick wall.

"It's all right."

"...That's it? Just...'all right?'" Hidan asked, quirking an eyebrow at her, "I woulda thought you'd like that class."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothin'. Just thought you'd like it more than to say 'it's all right,'" he replied, "Anyway, it's not important."

"Yeah." Hana leaned back against the wall. What was /wrong/ with him? He just kept...talking. As if, you know, they /weren't/ an ex-couple that had been broken up very messily.

So much for Hidan being quiet.

"...Seen Kakuzu lately?"

Maybe that would get her attention.

Hana's jaw tightened noticeably.

"No."

She'd been avoiding him, point of fact.

"Ah, ok. Just curious." Hidan laced his fingers together and began twiddling his thumbs.

Yes, he was that bored.

Why, oh why would he bring up that? Hana didn't think he'd particularly want to think of that night anyway.

After all, he'd walked in on his ex making out with his best friend, got beaten up, and then said ex spouted all kinds of terrible drunken insults at him and -

...She actually felt kind of bad about that.

Hidan sighed and looked up to the ceiling, wondering if there was a trapdoor like there always was in the movies.

There was.

"Maybe we should climb out."

"Maybe you just want to die."

"Y'know, lately, dying is sounding more and more appealing," he said simply.

"Oh, ha, real funny."

"Nah, I'm serious," Hidan said, "My life's completely gone to shit. So I'm either gonna drop out of Oshima or just go drown myself or some shit."

Really, he was joking about dying, but dropping out was definitely appealing.

Hana's stomach tightened at that, even if he wasn't being serious. (It was hard to tell.)

"You shouldn't joke about things like that. It's really not funny."

"Hell. I know it's not funny," he said, "Put yourself in my position though. You'd be thinkin' the same way."

"I like to think I'm better than that." She'd had rough points in her life, too. (You're not the only one.)

Hidan bit back a bitter laugh. "Yeah? Well it doesn't take much to be better than me, does it?" he asked.

"That wasn't what I meant."

"I figured," Hidan said, rotating his wrist idly, making it pop as loud as he could.

"Right."

Hana wasn't sure what else to say to that, so she said nothing.

"But, seriously, I think I might move back in with my dad," he said, "Because everybody at school pretty much hates me...And yes, I know it's my own damn fault."

Now, he was just talking for the sake of talking, making noise with no real reason.

His dad - in the states, right?

He'd leave?

Hana tried to ignore him. She didn't want to hear him wangst about how much his life sucked. (Not because it made her feel bad - no. Of course not.)

She had said nothing, so he decided to continue blabbering away.

"It'd be easy, but my mom would think I'm crazy, since she hates my dad," he said, "And if either of them found out what I've been up to here.." He laughed to himself.

What he'd been up to? What was that supposed to mean?

Hana said nothing still.

He shrugged. "But it doesn't matter. Even if I left, nobody'd care. Kakuzu and I are pretty much on the outs anyway..."

A frown formed on his face. First his girlfriend...then his best friend...What next?

Hana sighed irritatedly.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? For that thing over break. I was drunk. That shouldn't have happened." Happy now?

Hidan glanced at her, surprised to hear anything even close to an apology.

"...It's all right," he said after a moment, "I mean, considering the shit that I did to you, I've got no right to be mad at you...I'm the one that really fucked things up."

"That doesn't make what I did right."

"Well...I guess not," Hidan said awkwardly, scratching idly at the back of his head, "So I guess we've both done shit we shouldn't have done."

Damn. This was weird.

th Hugfiend: "...Yeah." Hana sighed irritatedly, raking her hands through her hair, and turned away from Hidan, staring at the wall.

"And...I know you probably don't wanna hear it anymore," Hidan said, "But I really am sorry about the shit that I did. I don't know what the hell I was thinking.."

He knew he was taking his chances...that was what he always did.

Hana didn't say anything. Something was nagging at her - if he really kept trying to apologize like this, then maybe...

Things were just so messed up.

Hidan sighed, mentally cursing his own stupidity. Of course, no matter how many times he apologized, that was not going to change anything. Because of his idiotic mistakes, he had ruined the best thing he had ever had.

Hana looked at the floor meter. Stiilll not moving.

"Just kill me now," she muttered.

"That's my line," Hidan said, trying to make light of the situation and get over his own feelings.

He was still in love with Hana, there was no denying that...but it was too late for that now.

"Very funny," she said dryly, head thumping against the wall.

"I try."

Hidan looked back to the floor meter, a slight frown on his face.

It was not really too late...and being stuck in an elevator like this was an obvious sign...

Hana didn't say anything in repsonse to that, staring moodily at the wall. Maybe she could just...try and take a nap or something.

Hidan began drumming his fingers impatiently on the tops of his knees. "Aren't you cold?" he asked, "I'm fucking freezing."

Hana barely refrained from twitching. (So much for taking a nap.) "Yeah. We went over that already."

Hidan scooted closer to her without bothering to ask. "We should get closer to, y'know, keep warm," he said. (Of course, that was not the ONLY reason he had in mind...)

Hana didn't even look back over her shoulder at him.

"Touch me, and I will hit you."

"I don't mean anything by it, seriously," Hidan said, "It's just an offer 'cause it's cold in here."

He just wanted to gain her trust back first...

Hana snorted, drawing her knees up closer to her chest. "I'm fine."

"Here, at least take my jacket, then," Hidan said, unzipping his jacket and slipping it off. He held it out to her, thinking that while this was not exactly what he'd had in mind, it would have to do...

Hana glanced at him. (Was he serious?) "...What?"

"You heard me," Hidan said, "Take my jacket." He almost smiled but was suddenly reminded of how ridiculous he looked with those damned braces...

"You'll be cold," Hana objected.

"I'll get over it." He leaned toward her and placed his jacket over her shoulders. "There. I didn't even really touch you, did I?"

Hana flinched slightly at his touch, but she didn't say or do anything else. She was at a complete loss.

"It's not the best jacket ever but it'll do, I guess," Hidan said as he moved back over to what had been dubbed 'his side' of the elevator.

What was he playing at? Was this supposed to be some sort of addendum to his apology? What?

There was no point in throwing the jacket back at him. She was cold. And yet...

Hana didn't say anything, turning back to the wall. She tried to ignore how much the jacket smelled like him. (It was harder than she'd thought.)

Hidan leaned back against the wall, only to quickly move away from it again. "Jesus even the wall's fucking cold!!!" He had not really expected that, but it was too late for that now.

Hana jerked at the sudden yell, and grimaced. What, did he want his jacket back now?

"Don't touch the wall, then," she muttered.

"Yeah, good idea," Hidan said, moving away from the wall as much as he could. "This elevator blows." He heaved a sigh and glanced over at Hana.

"You ok now though? Are you warm?"

"I'm fine," Hana said shortly, and she was thrown off a little by the concern in his voice. She was beginning to realize that she had to admit that maybe Hidan had actually cared for her at some point. That he was really, really sorry.

It didn't matter. She wasn't going to put herself at that kind of risk again.

Hidan crossed his arms, a pathetic attempt to keep warm.

"You'd think that even though the elevator stopped, the air conditioner wouldn't..."

"The heater, you mean," Hana corrected absently. "Air conditioning makes you cold. And the elevators in this fucking place don't have heating."

"Yeah, whatever, you know what I mean," Hidan said, shrugging, "In America, everything's the air conditioner. There's no difference."

"Right." America. He said he was going back to America...

"You should come visit me sometime when I go back there," Hidan said, "I think you'd like it there...Just...I won't introduce you to my dad."

Her? Visit him? Why?

Hana said nothing, leaning her head back against the wall.

Hidan rubbed his arms. "Yeah...It was just an idea," he said, "America's not so great anyway." He shrugged, starting to feel a bit defeated.

Hana closed her eyes, clenching her jaw slightly. She drew the jacket closer around her. It was pretty warm...

Hidan took out his cellphone again to check the time; they had been in there for almost three hours now...

"American guys would really like you, I think..."

(Oh god he just would not shut up.)

"That's great, Hidan."

"It's true," Hidan said and then decided he better just keep his mouth shut. He seemed to be going nowhere fast.

"No different from here," Hana muttered. It wasn't like she didn't already know what it was like to have guys staring at her. Rarely it ever went more than skin deep.

"Yeah, that's true," Hidan said, "A lot of people like you." He offered her a slight smile. "And it's not just 'cause of your looks. I know that's what you're thinking. I may be stupid but I'm not that stupid."

Hana shivered a bit in the jacket - even with it was still kind of cold - and pondered what to say to that. She really had no clue. What was he trying to do here? What was his angle?

Hidan looked away from her, trying to think of something else that he could say...There had to be more...

"Aw, screw it," he muttered and looked back to her. "Hana, I think it's pretty obvious...but uh...well, I'm still in love with you."

He was tired of beating around the bush.

...Oh god.

Not that again.

Part of her was still angry that he ven dared say that to her. Did he even know what he was saying? And yet, somehow...that angry part of her was quieter than it had been in months.

She couldn't help but stare at him, face unreadable, at an utter loss of what to say.

Hidan tore his gaze away from her. "I guess I'm too late, huh?"

The emotional strain he was putting himself through was almost too much for him to deal with and still remain composed.

"I don't get you," Hana muttered. "I just - I don't, Hidan."

"I don't get myself either," he said, "I'm a fuckin' idiot for doing what I did to you." Hidan raked his fingers through his blond hair, keeping his eyes averted to the floor.

"So why'd you ever do it in the first place?"

Hidan glanced at her for a moment and shook his head. "I don't know. I do shit without thinking, which is why I do such dumb ass stuff," he said, "I've known Tayuya for a while and we're close, yeah, but that doesn't give me a reason to do what I did."

Hana drew her knees tighter to her chest, sighing loudly. "What do you want from me, Hidan?"

"I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do," he said, "I told you how I feel, but I can't expect you to want me back anymore."

Hana's voice was unusually quiet.

"I can't take that kind of a risk again, Hidan."

Hidan sighed and nodded slowly. "Yeah, I know," he said, "I shouldn't expect you to want to do that..."

"Glad we're clear on that, then." Hana's voice was almost flat, and she glanced back at him. He looked cold. (He was cold.) Sighing, she got to her feet, shedding the jacket, and crossed over to "his side" of the elevator, dropping the jacket on his lap.

Hidan looked down at his jacket, his jaw clenched. "I thought you were cold," he said. There had to be some other way...

"The jacket's yours, not mine."

"Yeah, I know, but I thought the idea was for you to wear it while we're freezing our asses off in this elevator."

Hidan was really going to have to work at this, that much was more than obvious.

"I'll be fine."

"Please, just take it," Hidan said, holding it back out to her.

It seemed that he was really going to have to do something dramatic.

"I said I'll be fine."

Hidan dropped the jacket to the floor and shrugged. "Suit yourself."

He would wait before doing anything else...

Hana stared at him. "You're not going to put it on?"

"Nah. That'd be unfair for you," Hidan replied.

"Don't be an idiot, Hidan. Put your fucking jacket on."

"Just forget it, ok?" Hidan pushed the jacket toward the door and crossed his arms again. Nothing he was doing was working.

"What is your problem?"

"It's nothing," Hidan said simply. He had tried talking to her...the only other option, though, was one that he still was not sure he wanted to try...

Ugh. He was just impossible sometimes. (There had been a time where she'd said that much more fondly, but now - )

Hana shook her head, turning around and retreating to her side of the elevator.

"Hana...What do I have to do to convince you that I'm serious about what I've said...?" he asked. Hidan was really going out on a limb with that...

"What, you think I don't believe you?"

"It's not that," he said, "I just...I want you to know how sorry I am...that I really do love you. I've been such an asshole to you."

Hana ran her hands down his face. (He kept using that word.) "Yeah, well - " She shook her head. "You've said that already."

"I know. I don't know what else to say," Hidan said, shaking his head. He missed being with her more than he ever thought he would...but he could not get her back...

"Then don't say anything."

"Fine, I won't," Hidan said.

He gave up; he would not try talking anymore. Nothing he was saying was working.

Instead, he moved toward her and pressed his lips against hers.

Fuck the consequences.

Hana flinched at the touch, jerking back away from him. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Just doing what I always do," Hidan replied and moved back away from her.

There. He did it one last time. It was not satisfying, but he was not going to push his already rotten luck.

"What, you mean trying to fuck things up?" Hana retorted bitterly.

"Yeah, well, I seem to be pretty good at that," he said.

"You know, you make me wonder just how sorry you are for all of this," Hana snapped. "Do you just like fucking everything up? Are you just not happy if you haven't stirred up some more drama?"

"Do I look happy to you? Fuck, Hana, I'm not happy," Hidan said, "I haven't been happy since I did any of the shit that I did. Every day, I've regretted what I did, but there's no way for me to take it back."

"So then what the fuck was that all about?!"

"I just...I wanted to kiss you one last time, ok?" Hidan replied, "Because I know I'm never gonna get the chance to again."

Hana slumped against the wall; staring at him. She licked at her lips, absently. (Why had she missed that taste? It didn't matter - she couldn't.)

"That's..."

"That's the truth. So I'll just stop now, if that's what you really want," Hidan said.

"You take too long to take a hint, Hidan," Hana muttered, looking at her hands.

"Yeah, I realize that now."

God. He just had to go and do that, didn't he? Things could have been fine if he hadn't - they could have just left it alone.

Now she couldn't.

Hidan should have known this would happen. He never really should have gotten his hopes up that she would take him back at all.

Hana raked her hands through her hair, sighing. She drew her knees back upto her chest - still cold.

Oh, she had better be getting out of here soon.

"Hana..."

He paused...As pointless as it seemed, he had to keep trying.

"I'm not how I used to be."

"Yeah? And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I won't make the same stupid mistakes again."

Hana turned her back to him fully, facing the wall.

"I'd rather not take that risk."

"What're you afraid of?" Hidan asked, "I swear to you, I'll never do what I did again."

"And how am I supposed to trust you on that, Hidan? How can you expect me risk getting hurt like that again?"

"You could risk it because I've apologized and I'm telling you right now that I've learned from my mistakes," he said, "I'm not stupid enough to do the same thing twice."

Hana was silent. Her face was unusually somber - almost sad. Upset.

"It's a matter of trust, Hidan," she said, voice thick. "And you broke that trust when you..."

"...I know. It's something I'll never be able to fully regain," Hidan said, "But I can sure as hell try, if you'd just let me..."

"Hidan..." Hana sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"I don't know if I can do that."

"I think you could," Hidan said, "And...if there's even one thing that I do that you don't like, tell me, and I won't bother you anymore."

God, he knew he sounded pathetic...but screwing things up with Hana was the worst thing he had ever done.

Hana glanced at him; her expression was still upset, but now quietly incredulous as well.

"Are you serious, Hidan?"

"I've never been more serious about anything," Hidan said, meeting her gaze with a confident one of his own...though he really was not that sure of himself.

Hana glanced back at the wall, shaking her head slowly.

"And if I actually said yes to that? What would you do then?"

"I'd be relieved and would make sure this valentine's day would actually be a good one instead of a shitty one, unless we run out of time and it ends up being tomorrow before we get outta this fucking elevator."

Hana rubbed her temples. She couldn't believe this was happening.

She couldn't believe she was considering this.

And yet - she wanted it. Almost. Part of her was embracing that promise that it would be fine from now on - because no one had made her feel the same way HIdan had. Her mind went back to the nightclub, to the conversation they'd had after. It had been...

Hana ran her fingers through her hair, getting to her feet.

"I just want you to know something, Hidan."

Hidan stood up after her. There was no point in bracing himself or in getting his hopes up yet. Her answer could be anything.

"What is it?"

Hana's voice was almost shaking. "If you ever - ever hurt me like that again - " Her voice was low. "My little brother is going to be the least of your concerns."

"Yeah, I figured; you'd send your dogs after me and then I'd really be dead," Hidan said, "Though, I gotta admit. Kiba's pretty crazy too."

Hana's look was hard.

"You'll have to worry about me."

"Yeah...I think you'd be worse than your dogs or your brother," Hidan said, "So I'll try to avoid that if I can."

"Try not to take this so lightly, Hidan." It was almost irritating. (But oddly enough...in a good way.)

"No, I'm not taking it lightly, really," he said, "I know you're serious about this. So am I."

Some of the negativity faded away from Hana's face, and it almost looked like she was smiling - a quiet, subtle tug at the corners of her mouth. "So, I guess..." she started, but never really finished - after all, saying 'I guess we're back together now' sounded stupid and lame and stating the obvious and that just wasn't her. Instead, she bent down and picked up Hidan's jacket, holding it out to him. "You're going to catch a cold, Hidan."

"So are you. You should wear it," Hidan said. "I'm not that cold anyway." Really, he was, but he would rather freeze and let Hana at least be a little warm.

Hana rolled her eyes, just a bit, and shook out the jacket before throwing it around Hidan's shoulders. She tugged at the sides, as if straightening it out, pulling him closer. "We can both be warm."

"That's fine with me," Hidan said, slipping his arms around her waist. He was having a really hard time believing that she was actually...accepting him again.

Hana was still partially in disbelief over it herself - this was the guy who had /cheated/ on her for no conceivable reason, even now. And yet...he seemed so genuine. And for some reason she /still/ didn't understand, she'd missed this. Pressing closer to him, she lifted her head, lips brushing lightly against his.

Hidan grinned in the kiss. Hana was full of surprises. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked softly.

Hana pulled back. "Is there a reason it wouldn't be?"

"None that I can think of," Hidan replied, "Just thought I'd ask."

Hana quirked a slight smile. "Good then." She glanced at the floor meter. "Doesn't look like we'll be getting the fuck out of here any time soon..." She sighed.

"No...But I don't think it really matters now, as long as we get outta here at some point," Hidan said.

Hana glanced at her watch and grimaced. "Yeah, but it's already past ten, and I'm not even sure how late ferries run to the island...and shit, we have school tomorrow." She sighed a bit, resting her head against Hidan's shoulder. "Admittedly, trapped in an elevator was not how I was planning on spending Valentine's Day."

"It's not how I planned it either," Hidan said, "But...I guess when we get out we could find a hotel or something and go back in the morning, if you don't mind skipping, I mean."

"Well, it's not like there's anything we can do about it, and..." Hana raised an eyebrow. "A hotel, hm?"

"Well, yeah. Where else would we stay?" Hidan asked, attempting to look innocent.

Hana pursed her lips at him. "Nice try, Hidan. Let's just focus on hopefully getting out of this elevator before we start making any reservations." She slipped her arms around him, under his jacket. "And keeping me warm."

"Yeah, yeah ok," Hidan said, keeping her close against him. "Is that all I'm good for? Keepin' you warm?"

Hana snorted quietly. "Well, you do have a few other uses..."

"Oh yeah? What else?" Hidan asked, "I'm curious."

Hana idly fingered the collar of his shirt with one hand, half-smirking. "I'm sure you can hazard a guess, Hidan."

"Hmm, yeah, I think I can," Hidan said, matching her smirk with one of his own, "I missed you, y'know."

"I know." She wasn't sure whether she should apologize or not, so she said nothing. She shivered again. "God damn it. I would /swear/ it is getting colder in here. They'd better get us out of here soon. I mean...they /will/ fix the elevator before the mall closes, won't they?"

"They uh...They should. Whether they do or not is another story, though," Hidan said, frowning slightly. "There's gotta be something we can do to get out of here..."

"Like what? Hidan, I'm not going to crawl out of the elevator shaft. I'm wearing a skirt and I don't have any particular desire to die."

"Fine," Hidan said, ruffling her hair, "We'll just keep waiting here, then."

Hana rolled her eyes. "Don't do that. I'm not a dog." She smirked and reached up to do the same. "If anything, that's you..."

"Huh? When did I become a dog?" Hidan asked, giving her a skeptical look.

"I was being figurative. ....It was a joke, Hidan."

"Yeah I know." Hidan sighed and looked to the floor meter again. "What the fuck is going on? This is so ridiculous."

"I don't know." Hana pulled back from Hidan, sitting down against the wall, and gestured for him to join here. "Tired of standing, and you need to keep me warm."

Hidan sat down next to her and slung his arm around her shoulders. "You're really bossy, you know that?" he said, "When did that happen?"

Hana raised an eyebrow as she nestled against him. "You could say I've changed a bit," she murmured.

"Yeah? So are they good changes or bad?" Hidan had a feeling that all of these changes had happened during the time they had been 'apart.' He was interested in knowing just what they were.

"Hmm....I suppose that's up for you to decide, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess it is," Hidan said, "So I'll havta wait and see, huh?"

"That's right." Hana rested her head on Hidan's shoulder. "God, I really hope someone just - "

There was a sudden jerk of the elevator, and she nearly jumped. "Holy shit - are we moving again?"

"Yeah, finally!" Hidan grinned and got to his feet. "It's about damn time!" He held his hand out, down to Hana, to help her up. The elevator was slowly making its descent slowly, but it did not seem that it was going to break down again.

Hana took his hand, getting to her feet. "You're telling me. It's around ten-thirty. If we hurry, we can catch the last ferry to Oshima..."

"We'd better run, then," Hidan said as the doors slid open. He left the elevator with Hana as quickly as they could.