Fanfic: Love [R] {Naruto}
Title: Love
Rating: R
Realm: Naruto
Characters/Pairing: Hidan, Kakuzu, Sasori [KakuHidan, KakuSaso]
Warnings: language, graphic violence, implied sexual situations
Word-count: 580
Genre: Angst, drama, romance *shifty eyes, sorta*
Notes: A sister fanfic to “Time” - you should have read that before reading this to understand some of how I think when writing Hidan. Another drabble written during my lunch-breaks and when I didn’t have any customers.
Summary: Hidan had no idea of that love could hurt so much. [KakuHidan]
x-posted at akatsuki_club akatsuki_love and chuunin
Love. Such a funny little word, seemingly so insignificant but at the same time so very important.
Four letters, two vowels and two consonants.
An emotion so valuable that people has started wars over it. Endless epics written of that one true love that you just have to find - and with whom you will spend the rest of your days with.
So many sad love-songs of the love you lost, telling of how beautiful it had been, and how much you wished that things were the same again - back with that one you couldn’t have.
How strong you could be when with the love of your life, and how weak without it.
Hidan however had never really fully imagined the pain of being in love with someone. So very different from when hurt physically, because it never really ended - it wouldn’t leave him alone for even the briefest of moments.
But oh, how he had heard the girls at the academy talk about this "love" thing; heard them comfort one another when dumped even though they still wanted him back. He had laughed at them for their naïve manners. As if any of that mumbo-jumbo would ever come true!
Love was simply only what people mistook when it all was about lust. Pure and utter fucking, put simply. Because love didn’t exist - and to fool yourself into believing that you were in love was to leave yourself vulnerable to enemy nin.
In Hidan’s opinion all that should exist was the unflinching devotion to Jashin-sama and the will to kill anything that got in the way of his divine powers.
Once he’d had been confronted with that devotion was just another name for love; but Hidan hadn’t agreed. There was just no way that something as pure as the dedication to Jashin-sama could be a foolish thing like love.
Hidan had laughed at the stupid shinobi that had said the words - laughed as he drove his pike through his thorax and killed him at the very instant.
Hidan wasn’t laughing now.
In fact - all he felt now was hatred. And deep down hidden underneath layers and layers of conflicting emotions and thoughts - grief.
If this was what it meant to love someone he didn’t want it - at all.
Hidan ran the pike through his heart; but not even watching his enemy die could make him feel any better. It didn’t fill the gaping hole that had been made that day he’d gotten back to the lair a day earlier than expected.
And it didn’t at all help that the one he’d offed wasn’t the two people he wanted dead.
In fact - it made it all worse - because he knew that he couldn’t (because no matter how much he’d love to deny it, they were stronger than himself) kill them.
Not that it had stopped him from trying.
And every time he would close his eyes he would see the image of the stitched dark-haired man and the petite red-head tightly entwined, their bodies moving rhythmically as if they were one - saw them spread out in the very same bed he had used to sleep in.
The one bed they had shared.
And Jashin-sama, it hurt so much.
Hidan decided that very moment he walked in on them that he hated love.
That was since love and hate were so tightly entwined that they were practically the same thing.
Because you couldn’t love if you didn’t hate, right?
So Hidan hated love - with a passion that rivalled everything else.
Owari
Rating: R
Realm: Naruto
Characters/Pairing: Hidan, Kakuzu, Sasori [KakuHidan, KakuSaso]
Warnings: language, graphic violence, implied sexual situations
Word-count: 580
Genre: Angst, drama, romance *shifty eyes, sorta*
Notes: A sister fanfic to “Time” - you should have read that before reading this to understand some of how I think when writing Hidan. Another drabble written during my lunch-breaks and when I didn’t have any customers.
Summary: Hidan had no idea of that love could hurt so much. [KakuHidan]
x-posted at akatsuki_club akatsuki_love and chuunin
Love. Such a funny little word, seemingly so insignificant but at the same time so very important.
Four letters, two vowels and two consonants.
An emotion so valuable that people has started wars over it. Endless epics written of that one true love that you just have to find - and with whom you will spend the rest of your days with.
So many sad love-songs of the love you lost, telling of how beautiful it had been, and how much you wished that things were the same again - back with that one you couldn’t have.
How strong you could be when with the love of your life, and how weak without it.
Hidan however had never really fully imagined the pain of being in love with someone. So very different from when hurt physically, because it never really ended - it wouldn’t leave him alone for even the briefest of moments.
But oh, how he had heard the girls at the academy talk about this "love" thing; heard them comfort one another when dumped even though they still wanted him back. He had laughed at them for their naïve manners. As if any of that mumbo-jumbo would ever come true!
Love was simply only what people mistook when it all was about lust. Pure and utter fucking, put simply. Because love didn’t exist - and to fool yourself into believing that you were in love was to leave yourself vulnerable to enemy nin.
In Hidan’s opinion all that should exist was the unflinching devotion to Jashin-sama and the will to kill anything that got in the way of his divine powers.
Once he’d had been confronted with that devotion was just another name for love; but Hidan hadn’t agreed. There was just no way that something as pure as the dedication to Jashin-sama could be a foolish thing like love.
Hidan had laughed at the stupid shinobi that had said the words - laughed as he drove his pike through his thorax and killed him at the very instant.
Hidan wasn’t laughing now.
In fact - all he felt now was hatred. And deep down hidden underneath layers and layers of conflicting emotions and thoughts - grief.
If this was what it meant to love someone he didn’t want it - at all.
Hidan ran the pike through his heart; but not even watching his enemy die could make him feel any better. It didn’t fill the gaping hole that had been made that day he’d gotten back to the lair a day earlier than expected.
And it didn’t at all help that the one he’d offed wasn’t the two people he wanted dead.
In fact - it made it all worse - because he knew that he couldn’t (because no matter how much he’d love to deny it, they were stronger than himself) kill them.
Not that it had stopped him from trying.
And every time he would close his eyes he would see the image of the stitched dark-haired man and the petite red-head tightly entwined, their bodies moving rhythmically as if they were one - saw them spread out in the very same bed he had used to sleep in.
The one bed they had shared.
And Jashin-sama, it hurt so much.
Hidan decided that very moment he walked in on them that he hated love.
That was since love and hate were so tightly entwined that they were practically the same thing.
Because you couldn’t love if you didn’t hate, right?
So Hidan hated love - with a passion that rivalled everything else.
Owari