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since I always say one thing and do another: a fic starring Kakuzu and Hidan, because I missed these guys. For lilydescend because I miss you too ♥
It's definitely more light hearted than my previous outings with these two. Can be read as gen, pretty much, there's no sex or anything just a bit (okay a lot) of blood. Very short, but definitely fun to write. I'll be returning to these two now. Absence makes the heart grow fonder ♥
“Aren’t you going to ask me?” Day two, and Kakuzu’s patience was gone. Day two, and he could not kill this partner this infallible, beautiful monster at his side.
“Ask you what?”
“What death is like,” Hidan laughed, a ray of energy bursting from the lips of the dead.
“I don’t care,” Kakuzu ground out, “I will never know death.”
Hidan turns away, “I wouldn’t have told you anyway.”
Sometimes Hidan acted like a child.
Kakuzu does not want to die, because when you die nothing matters anymore. Not money, not blood, not power. And Kakuzu needs things to matter. He weighs himself down with the effects of the living as he watches Hidan shrug them off every day. He sees Hidan with blood dripping from his mouth, collecting in the cracks of his white sharp smile, that angel’s smile. Hidan comes in with his stomach ripped open and a carcass over one shoulder-a carcass, not a body. Carcass because it’s been so butchered that it is unrecognizable, man or woman or child or demon. Hidan returns pale and sweating, bleeding and laughing.
And sometimes, Hidan is a lot of work. And sometimes, Hidan is a madman.
Hidan ripped out one of Kakuzu’s hearts once, just once. Once when he got Kakuzu’s blood on his tongue and he lay in his circle and he reached into his chest and tore the skin with nothing but his fingernails. Kakuzu staggered and watched his heart (not his heart) drop out of him, slippery and shiny to the ground. Hidan released him.
Kakuzu could have thought of lots of things to do to Hidan at that point but he didn’t. He bent over and retrieved the traitorous heart, still beating and cringing, a mass of muscle, nothing but blood, veins ventricles. Here-the left atrium, the left ventricle, Superior Vena Cava and the pulmonary artery had been severed so cleanly. Kakuzu wasn’t angry, not at that moment. He could never be angry holding a heart in his hand, this banal human life force that throbbed and groaned, wet and hot in his hand. There was dirt in the right ventricle. Kakuzu pushed the heart back into his chest and performed that stupid, easy forbidden jutsu. Hidan was behind him, grinning and bleeding.
Kakuzu stitched him up. Kakuzu said nothing. Hidan said Sorry but you should have seen your face. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Sometimes Hidan was fun to torment.
The next time Hidan was in the worst pain ever, his hands bloody, holding his small intestine in (the duodenum was nearly severed; Kakuzu could have been a doctor). Kakuzu said, heal by yourself. Kakuzu walked away and this time, instead of laughing, Hidan cried. (If Kakuzu had been a doctor he would be dead by now, but maybe happier.)
Kakuzu and Hidan had a secret, a ritual you could say. But they would never ever ever tell anyone.
After they killed someone, after they completed a mission they would go to a grove, near enough to Headquarters to not arouse suspicion and far enough to not have to think about Akatsuki.
They would go to a grove and they would sit in the moonlight and Kakuzu would drink Sake and count his gold and Hidan would always bring ridiculous amounts of food, dumplings or shrimp or teriyaki. They would eat and Kakuzu would drink and sometimes, if they felt like it they would talk. And sometimes, if they felt like it they might laugh about the poor bastard they just whacked.
Sometimes, in the moonlight, Hidan was perfect. Sometimes, in the moonlight, Hidan was beautiful.
Sometimes, in the moonlight, Kakuzu was happy.
end
NO. that was not fluff...shutuppp. :P
thanks for reading ♥
EDIT: I just realized this new layout doesn't allow for capitalization. Is that a problem? Personally, I don't mind. ..hmm.
another edit: I'm outta here until the weekend! time to start working ..i'll be living at my coach's house and working at the barn in exchange for room/board and riding, so i'm super excited! i'll try to get some pictures by the end of the 5 weeks :P but anyway, i'm home on weekends so i'll update then! <3
ilu-
t.
It's definitely more light hearted than my previous outings with these two. Can be read as gen, pretty much, there's no sex or anything just a bit (okay a lot) of blood. Very short, but definitely fun to write. I'll be returning to these two now. Absence makes the heart grow fonder ♥
“Aren’t you going to ask me?” Day two, and Kakuzu’s patience was gone. Day two, and he could not kill this partner this infallible, beautiful monster at his side.
“Ask you what?”
“What death is like,” Hidan laughed, a ray of energy bursting from the lips of the dead.
“I don’t care,” Kakuzu ground out, “I will never know death.”
Hidan turns away, “I wouldn’t have told you anyway.”
Sometimes Hidan acted like a child.
Kakuzu does not want to die, because when you die nothing matters anymore. Not money, not blood, not power. And Kakuzu needs things to matter. He weighs himself down with the effects of the living as he watches Hidan shrug them off every day. He sees Hidan with blood dripping from his mouth, collecting in the cracks of his white sharp smile, that angel’s smile. Hidan comes in with his stomach ripped open and a carcass over one shoulder-a carcass, not a body. Carcass because it’s been so butchered that it is unrecognizable, man or woman or child or demon. Hidan returns pale and sweating, bleeding and laughing.
And sometimes, Hidan is a lot of work. And sometimes, Hidan is a madman.
Hidan ripped out one of Kakuzu’s hearts once, just once. Once when he got Kakuzu’s blood on his tongue and he lay in his circle and he reached into his chest and tore the skin with nothing but his fingernails. Kakuzu staggered and watched his heart (not his heart) drop out of him, slippery and shiny to the ground. Hidan released him.
Kakuzu could have thought of lots of things to do to Hidan at that point but he didn’t. He bent over and retrieved the traitorous heart, still beating and cringing, a mass of muscle, nothing but blood, veins ventricles. Here-the left atrium, the left ventricle, Superior Vena Cava and the pulmonary artery had been severed so cleanly. Kakuzu wasn’t angry, not at that moment. He could never be angry holding a heart in his hand, this banal human life force that throbbed and groaned, wet and hot in his hand. There was dirt in the right ventricle. Kakuzu pushed the heart back into his chest and performed that stupid, easy forbidden jutsu. Hidan was behind him, grinning and bleeding.
Kakuzu stitched him up. Kakuzu said nothing. Hidan said Sorry but you should have seen your face. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Sometimes Hidan was fun to torment.
The next time Hidan was in the worst pain ever, his hands bloody, holding his small intestine in (the duodenum was nearly severed; Kakuzu could have been a doctor). Kakuzu said, heal by yourself. Kakuzu walked away and this time, instead of laughing, Hidan cried. (If Kakuzu had been a doctor he would be dead by now, but maybe happier.)
Kakuzu and Hidan had a secret, a ritual you could say. But they would never ever ever tell anyone.
After they killed someone, after they completed a mission they would go to a grove, near enough to Headquarters to not arouse suspicion and far enough to not have to think about Akatsuki.
They would go to a grove and they would sit in the moonlight and Kakuzu would drink Sake and count his gold and Hidan would always bring ridiculous amounts of food, dumplings or shrimp or teriyaki. They would eat and Kakuzu would drink and sometimes, if they felt like it they would talk. And sometimes, if they felt like it they might laugh about the poor bastard they just whacked.
Sometimes, in the moonlight, Hidan was perfect. Sometimes, in the moonlight, Hidan was beautiful.
Sometimes, in the moonlight, Kakuzu was happy.
end
NO. that was not fluff...shutuppp. :P
thanks for reading ♥
EDIT: I just realized this new layout doesn't allow for capitalization. Is that a problem? Personally, I don't mind. ..hmm.
another edit: I'm outta here until the weekend! time to start working ..i'll be living at my coach's house and working at the barn in exchange for room/board and riding, so i'm super excited! i'll try to get some pictures by the end of the 5 weeks :P but anyway, i'm home on weekends so i'll update then! <3
ilu-
t.