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Hidan was the first to move.
He leaned forwards, his feet glowing blue with enhancement chakra, then shot
forth like speeding bullet. His three-bladed scythe lashed out wide, hoping to
decapitate Shinki.

Shinki
side-stepped at the last moment, the scythe curving less than an inch from his
face. He drew out his own weapon;
a double-bladed long sword with serrated edges.

The two clashed into other,
sword and scythe ringing as they ducked, blocked, parried, and struck out.

In a razor fast movement, Shinki
caught a moment when Hidan�s scythe was drawn back and thrust forward. Hidan skid backwards just in time to keep from being eviscerated.

�You�re different from
before.� Hidan remarked. He was more than impressed; Shinki used to be one of
the most agile warriors of Jashin, but not as fast as Hidan. And now his speed
was different � not just a little increase � it was on another level entirely.

�No, Hidan. You�re just the
same.� Shinki bit back.

�Yah? Why don�t you look behind you?�

Shinki twirled � and saw
Kakuzu. The zombie man had positioned himself behind Shinki as he and Hidan
fought. Now his arms were extending, motes of chakra leaping around his
fingertips�

Lightning Release: False Darkness

Torrent upon torrent of
white-hot energy focused into the tip of a single singularity� and lashed out
with all the might of a spring hurricane. Lightning tore up ground in a chaotic
path, tanging the air with bitter copper and the
scent of burning ozone.

The blast caught Hidan and
Shinki in its trajectory, and they were lost in the endless electric current.

A figure burst from stream,
enshrouded in a viscous blue aura. Kakuzu looked up. It was Shinki.

He breathed, the chakra
shifting in his body. This was merely one of his abilities � the power to use
any element he wanted, an ability given to him from the hearts he had, each
with a different affinity to an element.

He held out his hands again,
this time glowing crimson. It was the same technique he had used recently, an
S-class level ninjutsu.

Fire Release: Burning Pain

The red-hot inferno flooded
into the air like a fiery windstorm, striking Shinki dead center. And now he
was falling, smoking, onto the ground.

Kakuzu stretched his body,
eyes focused to the man who was now a burning heap. The smoke from the
lightning dissipated, leaving an angry Hidan stalking towards him.

�You could have at least
given a warning!� Hidan raged. �That hurt!�

Kakuzu shrugged. �You�re body
is immortal.� His eyes relayed another message. �Deal with it.�

�Well�at least you got the
bastard.� Hidan mumbled. He approached Shinki � and then stepped back, eyes
widening in surprise as his clone lifted his head, smiling.

Pure light, bright and
blinding, leaked from his body. It flooded the entire ruins, leaving not even a
single shadow.

�Shit!� Hidan was flying
blind, the light was too bright � and then he felt the serrated sword dig into
his chest. �Son of a bitch!�

Kakuzu covered his own eyes,
squinting against the evanescent light. Was this a blood-line limit? Or an illusion technique? In the radiant light, he could
make out the image of Hidan struggling�

Hidan clenched his teeth,
grunting through the pain. Around him, everything was becoming clearer. Shinki�s face popped into his view � and the scalding pain
in his chest began to stream everywhere into his body. His arms, legs, even his
mind, making everything dizzy and weak.

�I told you there was no way
you could win, brother.� Shinki mocked, twisting the serrated blade further in.
Blood dripped down the edge. �This is a ceremonial blade of Jashin � not even
you are immune to it.�

�Shut the hell up.� Hidan
managed to grit out, before screaming again, the pain enveloping all his
senses.

And in the all consuming
light was a darkness. Shinki looked up, shocked, just
in time to see a wriggling mass of black careening towards him. Kakuzu crashed
into him, sending him and Shinki tumbling backwards and finally pinning him
down.

Tentacles morphed, fashioning
themselves into blades, hundreds of them plunged down at once and perforated Shinki�s body, leaving bloody fissures.

Shinki gasped, his eyes
filling with animosity. �Akatsuki is more formidable than I thought.� He
breathed out, the last of the air leaving him, blood dribbling from the corner
of his lips.

�You can�t even begin to
imagine.� Kakuzu said, even as he tore into the body beneath him.�

�I will see you again�both of
you.�

Shinki shook, and his body
trembled once, then melted into mud, mixing with the
dirt beneath him. Kakuzu was left grasping empty air.

�A moment passed as Kakuzu processed the
situation. He sent his chakra out, attempting to sense him that man had truly
run away, or was hiding in the shadows somewhere. A call brought his attention
zipping back to earth.

�Some help here?�

Kakuzu turned to see Hidan
lying prostrate on the ground, sword still longed in his chest.

�The enemy has escaped,� he
concluded, making his way towards Hidan. �Kawarimi no jutsu, it was impressive.�

�No shit!� Hidan returned �
then groaned, �this fucking sword hurts like a bitch! It�s doing something to
me man! I can�t move�!�

Kakuzu came to a rest above
Hidan, and looked down at the piteous Jashin believer. He gripped the handle,
and tore the blade from the body.

Hidan let out an
ear-splitting scream.

�FUCK KAKUZU! That blade was
edged! Don�t just tear shit out like I�m a cow or something!�

Kakuzu inspected the blade,
not bothering to look down, �and you�re alive. Take it like the man you are. Or
claim to be.�

Then Kakuzu leaned down,
brushing away the tattered remains of Hidan�s clothes. �Where does it hurt?�

�Where you tore that sword
out, dumbass,� Hidan said before exhausting himself and lying compliant as
Kakuzu proceeded to wipe away the blood and examine his wound.

�It pierced your heart.�
Kakuzu noted. The edges of the wound were an angry red, and black lines laced
across the outer rim of the entry point. Fresh blood gushed out the wound with
each pump of the heart. �It looks like there was some poison on the blade.
Maybe similar to what was on that kunai earlier.�

�No�,� Hidan groaned, �it was
just messing up my chakra�stupid ceremonial swords, I
really should have broke them all when I was still at the temple��

Kakuzu leaned further down,
and removing his mask, began to lick away the wound, drinking the copper blood
even as it flowed.

Hidan puzzlement turned to
astonishment as he saw Kakuzu�s face for the first time. He was good looking. Thick, pale lips the
color of grave ash. A thin line extended from the sides of his mouth, cheek to
cheek, as if someone had placed a knife there and slit his face wide open.

�Huh,� Hidan said, reaching
up with a finger to run over the smooth strings that criss-crossed his face,
�your whole body is just put together like a rag doll, isn�t it?�

When Kakuzu looked up to give
him a glare, Hidan saw that besides his tongue, his mouth leaked little black
tentacles, the same that burst from his body whenever he was emotional.

�Since I�m helping you, have
the decency to stay silent.�

Hidan obliged, and he lay his
head back down, letting Kakuzu apply his ministrations to his body. Kakuzu was
surprisingly tender, his cool lips a pleasant feeling
across his own scalding skin. A brief memory of the experiment which made him
immortal flashed into his mind. Ever since then, he had run hotter than normal
person.

Minutes passed, and the wound
began to close at last. Now Hidan was beginning to feel something besides pain.

Kakuzu could sense it too,
and slowly, his mouth veered off course from the wound, and began to roam other
places.

Hidan gasped as Kakuzu slid
down a little, his mouth finding his nipple. It was a different feeling, as if
a cube of ice were being slid across the sensitive surface, with thousands of
little feelers � the things in his mouth � caressing him at once.
Kakuzu had reeled him in, and he was doing a
fantastically wonderful job of caressing Hidan�s body, sending him into a state
of oblivion.
Hidan put up whatever pathetic resistance he
could muster, then thought, ah screw it
all...
�Hidan�� Kakuzu whispered into his ear, and
he shuddered �I�m going to take you.�
Kakuzu tugged at Hidan, and the rest of his
clothes, his pants and sucks, flew off. He threw them to the side, and his
mouth was on Hidan�s body with renewed force. He began licking upwards, trailing
a path of healing saliva until his reached his neck and nibbled at the earlier
wound.
Shit, Hidan thought in his delirious mind, he�s good.
Kakuzu�s teeth raked against Hidan�s collarbone,
his tongue darted out and lapping at salty skin, making Hidan moan from the
sensation - the wet trails evoked pleasurable tingles from his groin, and he
grew hard with need.
Hidan leaned his head, allowing Kakuzu more
access to his throat.
�...Kakuzu,� Hidan moaned. That was all he
could say, all that was in his head at this moment.
Then Kakuzu was kissing him. Hidan
reciprocated, his lips widening and dueling his partner, mapping out his teeth
with his tongue.� Kakuzu was delicious.
He tasted of an unoffending strength, sweet yet bitter.
Kakuzu�s knee pushed between Hidan�s thighs,
spreading them apart.
And then Kakuzu was in him � so hard, hot,
and passionate that all words faded from his body and mind, until all that was
left was this intangible feeling of pleasure that beat to rhythm of Kakuzu�s
every thrust. Hidan�s breath hitched, his heart pumping anew and loud with
every stroke in and out of his body.
Hidan was flipped around, a hand pushing him
roughly against the ground. His erection scraped the floor, bringing him more
pain, and he moaned all the more.
Kakuzu began to move again, slowly at first,
almost tenderly, then increasing in speed. Each thrust was a new moment, a new
feeling, a wave of ecstasy crashing into his body, building like a tidal wave
that was going to sweep all of them away..
His hands gripped Hidan�s hip and pumped away
further, each drive of his body eliciting a muffled
moan.
The tip of Kakuzu�s cock continued to hit Hidans prostate, again and again, until both lost all sense
of time. A minute passed, than an hour, and it blended to become one glorious
blur, the only thing mattering was the feeling of this rod pummeling into him,
sending sparks flying across my vision.
�Oh, Jashin-sama,� Hidan moaned,
feeling his impending orgasm, ��Kakuzu, more!�
As if he hearing his words, the tempo of thrusts
increased. Kakuzu bit his shoulder, sending him into another fit of moans, and
a thin stream of blood trickled down Hidan�s warm, glistening skin.
A few more thrusts and Kakuzu came, and a hot
stream filled Hidan�s body, coating his insides. At the same time, the last of
his thrusts sent Hidan over the precipice, and his wetness spattered against
the ground.
Hidan gasp heavily, nearly having fainted
from the intensity. �Well, that was
fun.�

...
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...
The first words that Kakuzu asked were, �So, explain to me what exactly is
going on?�
Kakuzu�s eyes bore into his uncomfortably. The way he stared was different
from before; there was a hunger that reflected in those eyes that Hidan hadn�t
seen before. Or maybe he had just never bothered looking for it. He couldn�t
say that he liked or disliked it. Ever since Hidan recovered, they spent the
rest of the day and most of the night inspecting the ruins.
They didn�t find much, other than the weird symbols that Hidan had
recognized as the symbol for the High Priest of Jashin.
They walked back to town just in time to see the sun rise, arguing the
entire way, and parted ways as they passed through the entrance leading to the
town.�
Kakuzu had said he needed to talk to his contacts, and inform the rest of
the Akatsuki network what new developments they had found at the ruins. Since
he didn�t think Hidan was going to be helping much, he excused him for the rest
of the day.
Since he had free time, Hidan spent the afternoon around time, stopping by
the local eatery and ten shopping for some new clothes. Real
clothes. None of that Akatsuki robe stuff. He laughed remembering the
look of shock on the shop owners face as he walked in,
bloody. A few gold coins calmed him down enough. He even got Kakuzu a new mask,
as a special surprise. Then again, Kakuzu would turn up another robe out of
nowhere. Hidan could swear he hid them in some easily reachable pocket
dimension using some forbidden jutsu.
When he made it back to the inn, it was dusk, and Kakuzu sat at the lobby
table, sipping his tea without a single care in the world apparently waiting
for Hidan to arrive.
The sight of Kakuzu filled him with a tumble of emotions. Mostly lust, mixed
along with some hate, jealousy, resentment and a smattering of something else
he couldn�t identify.
He wanted to kill him all over again. Preferably on some bed with some sort
of kinky sex involved.
But shit, now wasn�t the time. There was more urgent business to take care
of. Killing this pretentious asshole could come later. Or sooner.
He wondered if it violated the precepts of Jashin to not kill someone he was
having sex with. He shook his head to clear his mind of such blasphemous thoughts.
Hidan sat at the seat across Kakuzu.
�Well,� Hidan began to explain, �I didn�t think that bastard would come out
of nowhere.�
�Shinki, your clone that you call your brother.� Kakuzu�s
response was even and measured, almost as if he was reciting from a scroll.
Hidan could see the cogs turning in his head, and for a brief moment wondered
if there were tentacles in his head and if they clogged anything up. �And
having someone like that hunting you, of course, is not information that you
could have divulged earlier.�
Ugh. Dripping sarcasm.
�Brother is just a term that Jashinists call each other. We are all brothers
in our hearts. And yah, I didn�t expect to see him.� Hidan replied. �After all,
since he�s the high priest of the Jashin religion, he�s not supposed to leave
the temple.�
�Hmm.� More cogs turning. Hidan wondered just how
much information he had gleaned from the little conversation he and Shinki had.
�And what exactly was that white light?� Kakuzu asked, recalling the brightness
that sprung from Shinki.
��The sacred art of
Jashin. The Holy Fire. The First Sin. The Cleansing Flame. Lots of names, but from what I knew it
was just some ninjutsu
passed down to the high priest.�
Cogs, cogs, cogs. Hidan could almost hear them
creaking. Kakuzu was intent on trying to reasoning out something, and to
someone who considered themselves so intellectual and aloof, there was only one
thing that could make him think so much.
Emotions.
Ever since he had seen Hidan again, something tugged at him. He�d been so
long without feeling anything that even this slight ebb of his heart was more
terrifying than the thought of losing all his wealth.
He set his teacup down. �I assume this man is after you. He escaped now, but
he�ll be back. Since he found us before, it probably won�t be too difficult for
him to find us again. Why did you say he was after you?�
�My immortality.� Hidan shrugged.
�What do you mean?�
�The body I have is because of a number of experiments conducted on me by
the Jashin priests. They had tried it hundreds of times before, but failed. I
was their first successful attempt. Because of that, the fools were so excited
that they took my cells and tried to make a clone of me. Shinki was the 32^nd
attempt, and the first clone that survive.�
��Then why do they need your body if
they have your clone?�
Hidan shrugged again. �We�re different. It worked on me, but not him. Guess
he�s just jealous.� Hidan tone darkened. �He�ll be back. He won�t leave me
alone until he�s got what he wants. He won�t stop until we kill him.�
�Then that�s the next on our agenda.� Kakuzu stated.
There was a brief silence as the two ninjas were lost in thought. Hidan�s
stomach took that moment to grumble. He turned around to find the waitress.
The waitress at the inn was too afraid too approach the duo, Hidan tapping
his feet in annoyance as he wanted to order something warm to eat. Spare ribs. Yah, that sounded good. But the waitress was pretending to
not see him, and it was becoming frustrating. Was all customer service in these
backwater villages so horrible?
To his surprise, Kakuzu was the first one to speak. Hidan had expected him
to continue his moody displeasure, as if he were some angry, thirteen year old
boy, and it shocked him that the next words to come out were not something
another reprimand, but a soft tone that asked a question.
�So it seems like you also are what others would consider �messed up.��
Hidan was taken back for a second. Or two. Or three. His head cocked, �Huh?�
Kakuzu lifted his teacup again. �Anyone who joins Akatsuki has personal
issues of some sort. Those rejected by the larger society, or those that have
goals deviant to others.�
It took Hidan awhile to wrap his mind around that. �Oh? And what makes you
think that.� He scowled, hating it when people assumed anything. Even when they were right.
�I�ve been in Akatsuki long enough that I�ve compiled information on most
everyone. Itachi killed his entire clan, for reasons
I have not yet uncovered. Was it jealousy, hate, or some other reason like the
pursuit of power or wealth. Possibly
some combination. Deidara rebelled against a
strict society that could not accept his ideals of methods, though he cares for
his village in his own, twisted way. His methods proved so unsavory that he
left his village and became a terrorist before joining Akatsuki.�
�Sasori was born an unsurpassed master puppeteer
that caved to the harsh training and neglect of his parents and village,
killing them in the end to fulfill some pathetic void of need or want. Kisame left because he suffered from boredom, and being
tethered to a village he didn�t hold high in regards was insufferable to him. Orochimaru, another member that left before you came, was
bent with hatred and had a morbid curiosity for forbidden jutsus
so great that he was also ejected from his village for performing
experiments in the name of expanding knowledge. Everyone else also has a
similar reason, whether it was their upbringing or natural inclination. But I�m
curious about you. What is yours?�
Hidan paused. Well, this had come out of nowhere. He was about 50% sure that
in normal circumstances Kakuzu would never have asked. They had known each
other for less than a week, and this was a personal question. But there was no
point in hiding anything. Unlike other renegade ninjas with sordid pasts that
they wanted to hide, he was different. He had nothing to be ashamed of. Or to
better phrase it, he had no shame at all. But more than that, for some reason
he felt safe in talking to Kakuzu. The man was judgmental and rude, but there
was something about him, the way that he objectively looked at matters that
Hidan could appreciate.
He cleared his throat, wondering where to begin. �I was born in a little
village that bordered the Earth Country. It was called Yugakure.�
Kakuzu nodded his head. �Yugakure.
That village became a tourist destination years ago though.�
Hidan laughed bitterly. �Yah. The
idiots. My parent�s were the villages greatest
ninja. In the last village wars, they slaughtered dozens. But after the war,
the fool village council said they were tired of fighting, and in a few years
time they transitioned to become a tourist spot. A tourist spot, for Jashin�s sake! Did they not have pride as shinobi? Now they
are nothing more than a hot springs town. Pathetic.�
�So I left. The nearby countries realized that Yugakure
was transitioning so they did what they did and made a bunch of threats. The
only way that they would forgive them for the lives they took during the ninja
war was to give up their two greatest shinobi. My parents.
And the village agreed � fearing my mom and dad, and what they could do, they
drugged their food and killed them in their sleep. I was thirteen when that
happened. After that I took my revenge, killing the entire council and the
leaving the worthless dump behind.�
Kakuzu rubbed his chin. �When did you encounter Jashin?�
�Ahh�well after I left, I was free to do whatever
I wanted. No hunter-nins were after me, because the
village had no more. And then I encountered a priest of Jashin. He was a
warrior, and brought me back to the temple. I was a prodigy, and I was the
first successful one to become immortal. But I hated living there. You had to
be celibate. Celibacy. Can you imagine that? No sex!
Priests were missing out on 99.9% of the joys in life. It wasn�t like they
weren�t doing the dirty behind closed doors, but most of them were old men. Not
my type at all. And I could do a much better job spreading the will of
Jashin-sama out here than I can cooped up in that cage.� Hidan shrugged.
�Then why is this man named Shinki after you?� Kakuzu asked, leaning in
closer.
�Well,� Hidan snorted at this point, �After my clone was made, they sped up
his age process, and he looked just like me, no surprise. I was going to be the
next High Priest, since the last one died. Long story short, the little shit
backstabbed me during the coronation ceremony to receive the power of Jashin.�
�What power is that? That light?�
�Yah.� Hidan answered with a bit of disgust. �He
always hated me because I was stronger than him. The jealous little shit. I
didn�t think he�d leave the temple though.�
�Why is that?�
�He�s bound to the place by duty. He can�t leave unless the other priests
let him. Who�s going to lead the chants and ceremonies anyways? He wants me
now, because he was unable to complete the immortality jutsu that was done to
me. Well, he can�t have it! And why are you asking? Are you interested in my
powers? There have been countless people lusting over Jashin� powers, only to
be offered as sacrifice." There was a hint of a threat in Hidan's tone,
lurking beneath the words.
"I'm not interested in your powers or whatever immortality jutsu it is
that you have."
Hidan blinked once, then twice. "That's a first. I've had to kill
almost all the people I've met since I escaped from the temple of Jashin. They
all tried to kill me in my sleep, or when my defenses are down. What did they
think to do with me? Cook me up in some stew and gain my strength? It's not
like it'll make you young or something. Idiots."
He sighed. It was getting tiring; killing everyone he met who knew his
secret. The greed of people was insane and consuming. Greed was a cardinal sin
after all, and only Jashin could free those who lusted after his power. He
remembered the first old woman, a retired woman that rescued his drifting body
from the tide after he had jumped off the cliff to escape the legions of zealots
after him. He had stayed at her little hut for the few days, as his body
recovered from months rotting away in the ocean. She had asked for his story,
and he had told her. That night he found she had poisoned his food with a
permanent hallucinogenic drug, but his body had rejected it, waking up in the
middle of the night to find her hovering over him with a butcher�s cleaver.
He hadn�t reveled in her death.
"For us renegade shinobi, there are ways to extend lives, whether its from a special ability or a forbidden technique, just
like whatever jutsu was used on you.
I'm over one hundred years old." Kakuzu continued, "Taking hearts one
after another, living day after day, my body stopped aging. In this world, you
are not truly unique."
Hidan stared goggle eyed at Kakuzu. Then he laughed, "well shit, you really are just an old man!"
Kakuzu mulled over the story. He�d heard of the Jashin sect; a group of
insane prophets and believers that lived on some island and waited for their
god to come back to deliver everyone to a higher plane of existence. He�d
thought they were just a bunch of kooky old bats or rejects brainwashed into
believing some idiot with a book and a loud mouth, like most other religious
sects, but it appeared they had powers under their command that weren�t to be
trifled with. And here in front of him was living, non-dying proof.
Hidan has surprised him. He didn�t expect the blond to be some open to about
his past, or the source of his powers. No one in Akatsuki would have done that
without something equal in return. They probably wouldn�t have revealed
anything at all, in the case that it would reveal some weakness or vital point
that could be used against him. Any information gleaned would come from years
of subterfuge and spies and counterspies. The boy hadn�t asked for his
background. He probably didn�t care. Had the blond lied to him? �No. He could
sense instinctively that he was telling to truth. In a way, it was rather
refreshing. Speaking to someone openly, without having to read between the
lines was in its own way even more of a battle of wits than having to.
As he thought it over, Hidan had grown tired of waiting for their order to
be taken, and stopped up to the girl that was behind the counter, who gave a
little yelp.
Hidan frowned. It�s not like he was going to kill her. How could anyone be
scared of his catchy and oh-so irresistible mug? His platinum hair that
shimmered in the light and his tone, lean body shaped just right. He knew he
looked good, after all. After placing an order, he stormed back to his table to
see Kakuzu thinking. Was that all the man did? Think? How boring.
�So where are we going to go now?� Hidan said as he set himself into his
seat, �I don�t mind headed straight to where Shinki is and killing the
bastard.�
Kakuzu shook his head. �No. I�m going to do some research first. Especially on the material composition of this blade.�
Kakuzu tapped a bag that was leaning against his chair. It was the serrated
blade that had disabled Hidan. �I haven�t seen a weapon like this before. Do
you know anything about it?�
Hidan shook his head. �Those are ceremonial blades used in rituals. Only the
high priest is allowed to use them.�
Kakuzu nodded. �Then I�m going to examine it so there aren�t any surprises.
To do that, we�ll visit the Waterfall village. I have a contact there. I still
plan on killing this Shinki character. He's stepped on my toes too much for me
to ignore.�
Waterfall village? That sounded familiar. Where had
Hidan heard that before? �Oh! Your home village, huh?�
�Yes. I still have people there loyal to me.�
�I don�t mind the side trip. Isn�t there some sort of mission were on now or
something. Not like I care, but I don�t want you to blame me if you get spanked
by your daddy-leader later.� Hidan said, eliciting a scowl from the stoic
ninja.
�We have a few months. I�m in no hurry.� Kakuzu leaned in until he was an
inch away from Hidan�s face. The Jashinist could almost taste him. �...Insult
me again and I�ll spank you so hard you won�t be able to walk tomorrow.�
Hidan smiled. He�d like that, and all that the spanking would entail.
"I didn't know you were into that kind of kink."
Just then, the waitress interrupted to two and set their order in front of
them.
As the two began to eat, they resumed glaring at each other, the heavy auras
of chakra pushing at each other.
This was shaping up to be a promising day.
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...
...
Hidan was tired of lifting the sack of goods and his scythe at the same
time. �Fuck it. Fuck it all!� He said, tossing the giant duffel bag onto the
ground. Gadgets spilled out as if it were some deflating balloon leaking water.
It was one of Hidan�s little weak points. He loved buying trinkets from
vendors. Painted fans, toys, charms, even some sticks of grilled chicken mixed
in there to form a chaotic mess. Buying stuff was fine; what he hated was
carrying it all for over half a hundred miles.
Kakuzu had stared in silent wonder at the delicious platinum blonde as they
strolled past the main street of town. Hidan had been so preoccupied stopping and
looking at every stall and store that they spent the better part of the day
buying useless paraphernalia that no local in their right mind would have
glanced at. There had been almost a childlike wonder on the face of the man
that could easily kill someone without blinking. And rape their corpse
afterwards for good measure. It was a side he hadn�t seen before, and he�d
never admit it, but it was cute. Disturbingly so. It
probably stemmed from a life of being cooped in a little island.
In fact, Kakuzu had found himself thinking a lot of things about Hidan
lately. The way a dimple appeared on cheek when he gave his trademark grin, or
the way that his hair caught the sun so that it seemed like a sheet of light,
or how his skin was so warm it heated up the air around him. He was Kakuzu, a
man with his own sordid past, that hadn�t felt much in the way of emotions for
over fifty years. And here was this man, this maddeningly idiotic backwater
ninja from some remote island with amazing powers that made him angry one
moment then filled him with lust the next. Base emotions, yes, but it was
something that Kakuzu hadn�t felt in awhile.
And worst of all, he couldn�t kill the man.
�You should have stopped after that man tried to sell you bracelets.� Kakuzu
whispered. "I'd be glad to impart you some trade secrets if you would
suspend such rash dispossession of your own money."
Hidan turned to face him. �They were buy two, get
one free! Free! What a deal!� He�d never seen a variety of bracelets
like that before. He had wanted them all.
Kakuzu snorted. And this was the man that was trying to lecture him on
material wealth. �You could have gotten those for a tenth of the price. The old
man was playing you for a fool. And you are a fool. Who buys twenty bracelets?�
Only an idiot, he thought.
Hidan�s eyes widened in outrage, �Well fuck you!� He turned around and began
stomping backwards.
�Where are you going?�
�To kill the old man.� He stated.
Kakuzu sighed. Why did he expect this? Hidan was a man with open emotions
that he would act on. �It�s a little too far now. Almost
sunset. We�ll make it to the Water Country soon if we keep up our pace.
You can take your revenge when you return.�
Hidan grinned. �Good idea.� He could always do it the next time he had to
stop by that little town. Thinking back, it had been a bad idea to buy so many
things, but he simply couldn�t resist. It would probably take them another day
or two to make it to another town where Kakuzu had said he needed to meet with
a contact from his own village.
It was strange. Ever since the ruins, Hidan had found Kakuzu�s behavior
becoming less and less infuriating. He found himself listening to Kakuzu�s
advice more, as if following his orders were almost natural. Usually he�d be
rebelling at every turn. He still grew mad, but it wasn�t the type that made
him want to kill-kill him. It was the type that made him want to
kill-him-and-then-rape-his-body. Frankly, it pissed him off to no end that he
wanted someone so badly right now, no matter how attractive Kakuzu was to him.
No matter if he was a heathen that didn�t worship Jashin-sama, as he
should be.
No matter if he had strong, contoured muscles and abs more defined with his.
No matter if his wide chest was cold, just the right temperature he liked to
press against his too hot skin.
No matter if he liked the size of his manhood or his technique, no matter
the taste of his body or his�
Hidan caught himself before the drool slipped from his mouth. Fuck! See?!
It was aggravating. It was just a temporary fascination. That must be all
there was to it.
He caught Kakuzu giving him a raised brown.
�What the fuck are you looking at, heathen!?�
As the pair furthered into the forest, the sun loomed at the horizon
signaling nighttime. A small sound caught their attention.
Hidan was oblivious, his mind thinking about how he wanted to have sex, but
for the Kakuzu who had racked up thousands of miles of solo travel, it was
something he had heard hundreds of times before. Bandits.
�Three o� clock.� Kakuzu said aloud, his words
pulling Hidan from his thoughts.
Hidan should have expected something. After all, he�d been injured more in
the past few days journeying with Kakuzu than he�d been for the last few years.
Javelin wounds, shuriken wounds, fire burns, knife wounds, he was getting sick
of being caught unaware. So he was half expecting something as he turned,
giving off a small �huh?�, just as the feathered arrow lodged itself in
his throat.
�Urgh!� Hidan choked.
Blood streamed down his chest as he reached up and snapped the arrow in two,
pulling the halves out. Fuck! It was serrated, sharp barbs lining the edge!
Fucking hell! Why was everything serrated these
days!? Someone was going to pay! Tossing the broken arrow to the ground, he
flung himself to the side as another flurry of arrows whistled towards him. He
dodged them all, each of the arrows thunking into the
tree behind him. He looked up to see Kakuzu catching the arrows with his bare
hands, his eyes glancing down at him as if saying, �amateur�,
Hidan flipped him the finger.
With a surge of chakra boosting him, Hidan righted himself and sped towards
the location of the arrows. Bursting from the brush, he heard the scattered
cries as the bandits ran away, not anticipating the change in development.
There were five total, and they ran off in different directions, having
previously decided on a route of escape if their initial assault failed. They
had messed with the wrong people.
�Sons of bitches! You�re not even worth sacrificing
to Jashin-sama!� Hidan screamed. He leaned back and took aim, flinging his
scythe, sending it careening forwards like a giant three bladed throwing
dagger. The ends embedded themselves in the back of one fleeing bandit. One down. He chased another, catching up in the breadth of a
second. A normal human�s speed was incomparable to a ninja, especially one like
Hidan. He took the man by the neck, and looked down to see that this one had a arrow pouch strung across his back. Serrated
arrows. His eyes filling with bloodlust, he tore out the man�s throat
with his bare fingers.
Turning around, he sensed silence, and concluded that Kakuzu had taken care
of the other three.
Just as he thought that, he saw the other ninja emerging, his shirt stained
with a few scattered drops of blood. Hidan�s on the other hand was caked in
red, from the arrow that had struck him.
�Fuck, Kakuzu! You could have given me a warning!� Hidan said, looking down
at his ruined shirt, �I don�t have any more clothes to change into! Shit!�
�I did warn you. Pay attention.�
Hidan narrowed his eyes. His breath was shaky, as the excitement of the
killings spurred him on. Adrenaline coursed through him, sending his body
temperature red-hot. "You've been getting on my nerves so much lately, you
know that?"
Kakuzu leaned nonchalantly backwards. "The feeling is mutual."
"There it is! That fucking holier-than-thou attitude.
Who the hell do you think you are? There's only one believer here, heathen, and
that's me. So drop the attitude before I drop you in your grave."
"The one with an attitude here isn't me. You only perceive an attitude
because of your incompetence." A vein bulged angrily on Hidan's forehead.
"What kind of amateur gets hit by arrows from bandits?"
"Oh, is that how it's going to be? Incompetent?
We'll see who's incompetent when you and all your hearts are ripped open."
"You wouldn't be able to kill me if there were a dozen of you, Hidan.
You need to learn to shut up sometimes."
�You know what? I think I�m going to kill you. Right now.�
Hidan rushed forwards, his body shrouded with chakra, his pace so quick a faint
afterimage appeared.
And like the arrow, he should have expected what was coming next. A burst of
black, thick tentacles gripped him a foot away from Kakuzu, lifting him and
holding him in place.
Kakuzu brought the lithe blond closer, �If you want to kill me Hidan, you�ll
have to do better than act like a rash ninja still training in the academy,� he
breathed out. Hidan smelled mind-bendingly delicious at the moment. The tang of copper with the warm, salty breeze of sweat.
Hidan grinned, even as the black mass tightened on him. �If you want to kill
me Kakuzu, you�ll have to do better than act like an excited teenage boy on his
first date.� He reached down with his hand and gripped Kakuzu�s manhood through
the thin fabric of his pants. �See? You�re this excited already."
Kakuzu's body shook as Hidan gripped him. "Why do you insist on
angering me at every chance you get?"
"Because you're a fucking prick." Hidan
spat.
"If you were anyone else I'd have killed you a hundred times over by
now." Kakuzu warned, his breath dangerously low.
"Kill me if you can. It'll take a stronger man than a weakling like you
to do it." Hidan mocked, then cried out as a
kunai sank in and out of his gut.
"You really are good at pushing my buttons."
Hidan smirked. "Let�s fuck.�
And without another word, Hidan was flipped onto the ground, the tentacles
releasing him and retracting as if they were never there.
His clothes were ripped off. Pants, shirts, everything
torn off in a second. Hard, cold hands roamed his body, his stomach, his
chest, feeling everywhere. �Take off your fucking mask, for jashin�s
sake!� Hidan cried out, his own hands reach down to pull Kakuzu closer.
There was a slight hesitation. �I�ve already seen what�s underneath.� Kakuzu
looked up for a moment, his eyes reflecting in his own, and then it was off,
and he was kissing him with a passion. His lips were everywhere, the crook of
his throat, the contours of his cheek. And everything
tasted like the warm sun, sweeter than honey.
Hidan bit back a moan as Kakuzu gripped his hard length with his calloused
hand, rubbing it with a friction and tightness that felt as if he were entering
him. His other hand fisted Hidan�s hair, keeping the ninja in place.
And then Kakuzu stood up, the rest of his clothes peeling off and thrown
away with abandon. Hidan smirked, and sat up, close, his lips just brushing
against the head of Kakuzu�s arousal. Hidan reveled in the feeling of keeping a
man like Kakuzu waiting. His tongue darted out and he slowly licked the head,
enjoying watching the strong, cold man before his shiver. And then he engulfed
Kakuzu, his mouth stretched to its limit.
It tasted bittersweet; the musk of Kakuzu was the grave and the cold allure
of strength.
�You like that don�t you?� Kakuzu asked, his hips thrusting gently into
Hidan�s mouth.
Hidan answered him with a moan, the extra stimulation sending a jolt through
Kakuzu�s body. His mouth was warm, almost scalding to the touch just like Hidan
was, and Kakuzu reveled in him. He could feel the Hidan�s warmth seeping into
his body, giving him a quickness he hadn�t felt for in ages.
And then he was out of Hidan�s mouth and his body covered Hidan�s again. Why
was the platinum haired man�s body so warm?
Kakuzu feathered him with kisses. This was the one time he could afford to
be gentle with ninja, caressing hid smooth skin.
�You�re blood tastes good.� Kakuzu said, as his lips closed around his
throat where the arrow had pierced. �Have I told you that before?� In the back
of his mind, Kakuzu knew something was changing about him. He was normally not
one to talk, but it seemed something changed every time they had sex, something
he couldn�t describe.
Hidan wrapped his arms around Kakuzu�s neck, his words coming out in hitched
moans, �shut�the�fuck�up, are you�some�vampire�or some�shit�uhn!�
He cried out just as Kakuzu entered him. �Fuck! Jashin-sama!�
Kakuzu plunged into the body before him, his eyes closed in ecstasy as the
tight ring of muscles gripped him. Hidan was crying out to his god again and
again intermixed with his own name, his nails digging lines across his back,
and it was driving him further insane.
They developed a rhythm, pushing against each other yet holding on tightly. Kakuzu withdrawing out, and thrusting in his whole length each
time, brushing the center of Hidan�s pleasure until the bringing them closer to
the precipice.
And then Hidan let out one final cry as he started his release, shots of
warmth shooting onto his stomach and face. Kakuzu followed soon after, his seed
flowing deep inside Hidan�s body.
Hidan�s chest rose, taking in deep breaths as Kakuzu lay against his skin,
taking in his warmth. He turned his head to the side a little, and saw the body
of the bandit he�d killed a few feet away. He smirked.
Having sex next to dead corpses was quite the turn on.
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