for frostious
happy birthday!
Hope you enjoy <3
there ain’t no heaven
on these country roads...
“You think you’re perfect?” Kakuzu’s voice was a rasp in the fading light, another undistinguishable sound in the beat of their footsteps, the rise and fall of their breathing. “Flawless?”
“Hmph.” Hidan, Kakuzu has come to learn, hates spiritual questions that he has not posed himself. “Are you kidding? I’m fucking perfect.”
“You?” Kakuzu didn’t know whether he was teasing, or baiting, or simply bantering. Just another trick to pass the time, as they trudge through nameless forests, fend off faceless serpents. “I don’t think any of us are perfect. There are only a few perfect things in this word.”
“Money, right? Substance? Fuck, you’re no philosopher.” Hidan laughed, the sound harsh and unwelcome in the gathering night.
“You’re no holy man.” Kakuzu didn’t want to look at Hidan now; he knew what would be in that white face. He could see the clenched teeth, almost pointed (fangs, scimitars, there were many words), the darkness of Hidan’s eyes, a secret crimson. One had to be close to see the red; from far away his irises were dark holes, a glimpse into the mind of a madman.
“Jashin knows I am flawless.” Hidan’s voice was a snarl, a forgotten beast, long locked away.
“No one else does.” Kakuzu turned and there were the eyes and the teeth, crimson and a white that slashed and burned. Hidan had the face of a beautiful monster and in that moment Kakuzu thought that maybe Hidan is a little bit perfect.
Then the moment is gone and Kakuzu can see every line in the paper-thin face. Hidan will fall, he knows that, and he will too one day. Perhaps.
Hidan smirks and walks forward, feet light on the haunted ground. “For a tactless villain, you sure have a lot to say. Seriously.” He laughs. This time it isn’t so unwelcome.
tfr ♥
Hope you enjoy <3
there ain’t no heaven
on these country roads...
“You think you’re perfect?” Kakuzu’s voice was a rasp in the fading light, another undistinguishable sound in the beat of their footsteps, the rise and fall of their breathing. “Flawless?”
“Hmph.” Hidan, Kakuzu has come to learn, hates spiritual questions that he has not posed himself. “Are you kidding? I’m fucking perfect.”
“You?” Kakuzu didn’t know whether he was teasing, or baiting, or simply bantering. Just another trick to pass the time, as they trudge through nameless forests, fend off faceless serpents. “I don’t think any of us are perfect. There are only a few perfect things in this word.”
“Money, right? Substance? Fuck, you’re no philosopher.” Hidan laughed, the sound harsh and unwelcome in the gathering night.
“You’re no holy man.” Kakuzu didn’t want to look at Hidan now; he knew what would be in that white face. He could see the clenched teeth, almost pointed (fangs, scimitars, there were many words), the darkness of Hidan’s eyes, a secret crimson. One had to be close to see the red; from far away his irises were dark holes, a glimpse into the mind of a madman.
“Jashin knows I am flawless.” Hidan’s voice was a snarl, a forgotten beast, long locked away.
“No one else does.” Kakuzu turned and there were the eyes and the teeth, crimson and a white that slashed and burned. Hidan had the face of a beautiful monster and in that moment Kakuzu thought that maybe Hidan is a little bit perfect.
Then the moment is gone and Kakuzu can see every line in the paper-thin face. Hidan will fall, he knows that, and he will too one day. Perhaps.
Hidan smirks and walks forward, feet light on the haunted ground. “For a tactless villain, you sure have a lot to say. Seriously.” He laughs. This time it isn’t so unwelcome.
tfr ♥