A/N: for some odd reason the idea of Hidan being abused like this has been floating around in my head for a while. The boy's may be a little OC with how I have them reacting to the subject of rape, and emotional attachment; but I still think it came out well. I own only the plot not the characters.

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Hidan lay on his bed in his room at the akatsuki headquarters. On his stomach arms folded under his head, chin resting on them; staring at the clock that hung on the wall across from the end of the bed. He was counting the little 'ticks' it made watching as it rounded on another minute; taking the current time to seven-forty at night. Seventy-thousand-eight-hundred seconds of the day had past, only fifteen-thousand-six hundred to go.

Sighing Hidan looked away from the clock and stared blankly down at the deep red bed spread. 'Only four and a half more hours and the day will be over…' he thought to himself. Letting out a deep sigh he closed his eyes. His mind began to wonder; wonder back to his thirteenth birthday. Thirteen was the age when those who followed Jashin could be named a high priest, and Hidan had been lucky enough to be chosen by the other high priests of his temple.

A silver challis filled with a deep, dark thick liquid. Bitter and burning over his tongue and down his throat.

Things get fuzzy; scratchy…dark, completely black.

Cold, bare skin. Bound, unable to move. Voices, talking around him. Eyes open, blurry human shapes loom above. Laughter, dry and bitterly mocking.

Hidan shuddered as he tore his eyes open, trying to banish the memories from him mind. 'Only five and a half more hours….'

Kakuzu looked over at his partner from the corner of his eye. For the past hour and a half he had been sitting at his desk in their room; punching numbers into his calculator and checking them against numbers from his check book, and account books. And for the past hour and a half Hidan hadn't bothered him; had barley said a word.

But it didn't surprise him. Every year—or at least for the three he had known the man—Hidan would get this way on his birthday. It was the one day of the year the other man wasn't annoying and obnoxious. He would just mope around all day and stare at the clock for hours. It even affected his precious rituals; he still did them, but it seemed like he rushed through them—wanting to be done with it as soon as possible. No one knew why; not even Deidara and he was—for lack of better words—Hidan's best friend.

'What the hell gets him in such a damn rut every year?' turning to look at his partner he noticed the hollow, beaten look in his pink eyes. A look that Kakuzu couldn't remember ever seeing there before. "Hey, Hidan what's the matter with you?"

The hollow look left Hidan's eyes immediately and was replaced by annoyance. Sitting up the brooding male turned on his partner. "What makes you think something's wrong with me?" he snapped out. "And even if there was something wrong what makes it any of your fucking business?"

"Damn, don't get all pissy…you've been acting like a freaking comatose all day the same way you do every year," Kakuzu stated turning around in his chair to look at the younger man directly.

Bare, naked, exposed.

Emotion flickered in Hidan's eyes before being buried in the harsh pink depths. "It's none of your goddamn business!"

Rolling his eyes Kakuzu stood up. He wasn't in the mood for Hidan to be acting like an annoying brat. 'Why did I bother to ask? I should have known it would just shove whatever stick is up his ass up there a little further.' Picking up his account book he made his way around the bed and to the door. His hand was on the knob and he started to turn it when—

"Wait…"

Hidan watched Kakuzu get up and head for the door. He bit his lip as he watched the older man turn his back on him. He had kept things to himself for ten years. Had let the memories haunt him for ten long years. And he hated that here he was an s-class criminal, a serial killer, a member of one of the baddest organizations in existence; and yet he was weak enough to be haunted by memories of something that had happened a decade ago.

"Wait…"

He hated that on his birthday—the anniversary of it all— he couldn't keep the memories at bay, and that with them they brought up emotions he had long tried to forget he had.

He hated that it made him feel human, nothing more than one of the mortals he so easily kissed.

TBC.

A/N: okay just a short beginning kind of nothing more than a little drabble at this point. Sorry if Hidan and Kakuzu are really out of character so far…. More detail in the next chapters.