This Kiss [active/closed]

[tasteyourdeath]

Characters: Marta Lualdi, Hidan, Mistletoe Ghost
Setting: Greenhouse
Time: Late Night 014
Summary: Hidan gets trapped under the mistletoe, and has his mind screwed with; his girlfriend BFF tsundere to come save him. Poor beleaguered girl....
Warnings: Lots of tsuntsuning, unexpected deredereing, and a bit of yandere thrown in for flavor?

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[tasteyourdeath]

"No more waiting." Hidan reassured her, through biting guilt and knotting throat and rolling stomach. It hurt, it hurt to see her again after all this time, to see her like this--Jashin, it made him feel worse than he had in years. But it was a good kind of hurt, the kind that he felt during his rituals, the kind that brought with it a rush of joy and rebirth and redemption. He felt alive. He felt good, he felt alive, he felt happy. Things were going to be okay, he knew it.

"I won't be leaving you behind. Wherever we're going, we're going together, alright? I'll take care of you."

Hidan turned to look as Marta called to them, jogging closer; he looked a little muddled and unfocused, uncertain and almost confused by her presence; the fact that he had been waiting for her to return had been neatly shoved to the side. Why was she back here....? What did she want?

"We'll be together forever; that's what matters." The girl encouraged, releasing his hands and coaxing his attention back as she slid her hands up his arms; Hidan couldn't help but shiver at the unnatural chill, looking back towards her. "This time, it's my turn to protect you."

There was a rush of safety and contentment, even pride--he believed her, and who wouldn't be proud of someone who had grown strong enough to protect a man with his abilities?--at her words, as she wrapped her arms around him, the distance between them falling away as she pressed their bodies together. One hand curled into the hair at the back of his head, and she leaned up to kiss him.

His muscles spasmed briefly at the contact, breath hitching with the sudden shock of pain and cold; it was okay, though. They would be fine. She just needed to get warm again. Hidan relaxed into the kiss as his arms found their way around her, his own complexion quickly receding towards a sickly, ashen gray-white. Her grip on him was desperately tight, even though he obviously didn't intend to go anywhere; a hard, lean edge was starting to show against his muscles that definitely hadn't been there before.