'cause god knows I ain't not stoppin' 'til you breathe none.

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Who: Shikamaru and Hidan
When: shortly after this
Where: the baseball diamond
Summary: "Brothers" reunited. Which one will kill the other first?
Warnings: Hidan is NC-17 for language and gore

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"Already, huh..." Shikamaru sighed, his eyes passing over the gory scene he was approaching. He hadn't doubted that Hidan would kill whatever greeter who happened upon him, but it was still a disappointment.

He stopped walking when Hidan dove forward, his hands coming to rest on his hips. That idiot. Completely predictable. Was he just assuming that Shikamaru was at the same level as he'd been when they'd clashed two years ago?

Shikamaru didn't move until the tip of that pike was inches from his stomach. He turned his head, looking away from Hidan irritably as if they were in the midst of a mild argument over what they were going to watch on TV--

And like that, he was gone. Or, as was more accurate, he'd never been there in the first place. He was a genjutsu specialist these days. Hidan could take any guess about where he was actually positioned, and he'd probably be wrong.

"I don't want to fight you," Shikamaru said, standing a few feet behind Hidan now. "And you're an idiot for trying to fight me. What's it going to take for you to calm the hell down?"

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What the fuck did it matter? All that mattered to Hidan was to give divine and absolute pain to Shikamaru, and all his brother wanted to do was talk? There was nothing on his mind but to rip Shikamaru from limb to limb, so when the figure before him had dissolved, disappeared like a goddamn illusion, Hidan could only sneer.

Teeth gritted to the point of blood seeping from his gums, and Hidan whirled his tongue around in his mouth, spitting out a glob of blood and saliva distastefully before turning back around. Lips shaped in disdain and eyes narrowed. Who the hell could blame him?

His brother turning out to be the same shithead that buried him alive? Nothing would be a greater family reunion than seeing Shikamaru begging for his fucking life.

"That’s not cool. Totally fucking not cool dude. Seriously." The words were a thick hiss behind blood-stained teeth, "So what? You wanna fucking talk now?" A low snort and he rolled his eyes. The fuck was there to talk about? Hidan wasn’t retarded enough to believe that the shit in NeoGenesis was real. When the hell was it real?

And even so, so what?

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"I'm not any happier about this than you are," Shikamaru uttered. In fact, it was difficult to imagine a worse torture. But he'd been coping with it for months, coming to terms with the gravity of it. If Hidan had walked up to him when he'd fallen out of the sky back in May, how would he have reacted then?

"We can't keep doing this, Hidan. You ruined my life, I ruined yours, and we can keep trying to get back at each other but that's not going to get us anywhere. I can't kill you... and you can't kill me. So yeah, we're gonna talk."

He shook his head. "Actually, I'm gonna talk, and you're gonna shut the fuck up for a second. Before you even think about pulling more of this shit--" he nodded toward the bloody remains, "--because this bullshit doesn't fly around here and they will haul your ass to prison over it... or somewhere worse. This is Siren's Port. The natives are a hell of a lot stronger than you, and you haven't even stopped to learn about them. You still want me to die, or do you want me to help you avoid spending the rest of your goddamn immortal life in a SERO laboratory?"

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For once - and it being a fucking miracle -- Hidan actually listened. Though it would have been a lie if the urge to ruin the fuck out of Shikamaru had drained out of his veins, that was obvious enough by the way Hidan tightened his grip around the pike in his hand to the point where it seemed like the popping of his knuckles would emerge from underneath white flesh.

Didn’t keep him from laughing darkly, however, when Shikamaru said that Hidan couldn’t kill him; it was a fucking joke. So what if Shikamaru learned some fancy new moves -- ? It didn’t mean fuck all harder to kill, but a challenge was always a best sacrifice.

"Oi! Don’t pull that shit on me! You think we’re even!?" His laughter was beyond raw, "...Fuck, alright you dipshit. I’ll play along." For once, Hidan was going to take Kazama’s advice that survival was the highest priority. And if this place was more screwed up than NeoGenesis, then it must be a fucking riot.

With a few languid steps forward, Hidan was already towering over Shikamaru, the blood of the greeter was still plastered along his face and hands, lips pulled back and he snarled in Shikamaru’s face, " -- What the hell are you waiting for."

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It was incredible. Hidan really seemed to be listening. Of course it was too soon to put much stock in it, but Shikamaru could almost believe this had a chance of working. Not to return to how things were between them a year ago (because he himself couldn't stomach that much), but to at least establish a treaty of some sort. If he could just keep Hidan from killing any more innocents...

The test wasn't over yet, though.

"You're going to have to get rid of this body yourself," he said. "And if you need any more sacrifices, I suggest you take up bounty hunting. No one will give a shit if you're killing dangerous criminals. Don't go showing off, though. If SERO gets word about the immortal thing, you'll be in trouble."

He paused and reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. "I still owe you for Yosuke," he said, counting out bills. "I don't have all of it right now, obviously, but here's some of it. And if no one's told you already, there's an apartment already waiting for you in those buildings over there."

Before handing the money over, he drew one more object out of his pocket. A small tube of blood, which he offered solemnly. "This is mine. To save you the trouble of chasing me. You probably shouldn't use it yet, but you can hold onto that until I've outlived my usefulness."

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Yeah, he listened, but the more he listened the more he didn’t give a shit. Siren’s Pull, fucking SERO or whatever. He could care less about them, he was arrogant enough to believe that none of them had their fucking hold on him, and that he could bring them down with no problem. To him, they were nothing but a bunch of heathen assholes who were made to be sacrificed, Shikamaru included.

"If you care that much, why don’t you fucking clean it." He snarled under his breath with the corner of his lip twitching in irritation. But when Shikamaru withdrew the cash from his pocket along with a tiny vial of blood, Hidan only tilted his head back with a critical glare.

Shit, he might be the stupidest member of the Akatsuki, but he wasn’t a downright dumbass.

Without much thought, he snatched the vial and cash from Shikamaru, letting out a low dark laugh, "Seriously. Are you shitting me!? Think I’m going to fall for this shit again!?" Within a second, his fist coiled around Shikamaru’s shirtfront, drawing him in, and he hissed with a murderous tone against the other’s ear, "The moment you fuck me over, you’ll be leftovers for Lord Jashin." And every word was genuine.

He slid the vial into his pocket, along with the cash (Which he let out a low grumble at -- remembering his money-hungry blasphemous cheap bastard of a partner.) before releasing Shikamaru with an intense forceful shove, arrogance displayed along his visage, hands in pockets and he turned to leave, "You better be grateful, faggot."

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Shikamaru didn't flinch when Hidan jerked him forward, although he turned his face away. What happened here and now didn't matter. Hidan had clearly already given up on the idea of killing him immediately. But the blood was a gamble, and if Hidan chose to use it... well, that was it, wasn't it? They would be back to where they started.

He looked at the gore spread over the ground around them. It should be enough, he thought, to convince him to give up on all of this. An innocent person had already died. Hidan was already caught in his genjutsu. It would be a short battle, and then he could scatter Hidan's parts in the ocean for mutant fish to feast on. Why... Why wasn't he doing it? Why was he even testing Hidan when he was sure he already knew the results?

Maybe he'd been spending too much time around Naruto. Since when did second chances seem like a good idea?

When Hidan turned away, so did Shikamaru. He was done with this. The next move was Hidan's. It'd determine how the rest of the game was played. "I'll see you around, Hidan," he replied lifelessly, hands coming together to release his shadow clone.