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"Oi Hidan, did you know the Cowboys are playing the Chargers tomorrow?" Kakuzu called from the other room.

Hidan gasped and dropped the pot he was holding. "No way, for serious?" He nearly ran into the living room where Kakuzu was reading the paper.

"Why on Earth would I lie about something so awesome?"

Hidan smirked, nestling himself into Kakuzu's lap. "Wow. Our teams, playing each other. So cool."

"Indeed," the older man said as he shifted Hidan to the side so that he could continue reading.

"Kakuzu?"

"What," He looked up at his lover. Hidan was smiling suggestively, but he looked sad.

"You aren't going to bet me again… are you?"

Kakuzu paused and looked thoughtful. "I'm not sure," he chuckled softly, "why?"

"'Cuz last time we bet I ended up losing two-months worth of pay!"

"Well, that just goes to show how lucky you are to live here with me," Kakuzu commented, sounding smug.

The other shot him a glare. "Every time my pay gets docked, you fucking yell at me. Even when it's your own damn fault!"

"I hardly think it's my fault that you chose to show up to work nude…"

"THAT WAS THE BET!" Hidan growled and turned to leave.

"Oh, and one more thing: be sure to clean up that mess in the kitchen."

Hidan sighed, returning to said room. He didn't exactly know what Kakuzu was talking about but, taking one step onto the linoleum, he realized that the pot he dropped had been full of water for the pasta he was going to make.

"Fuck!"

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The next day, Kakuzu made his routine stop at the small convenience store across the street for his morning cup of coffee.

"Morning, Kakuzu-san," the clerk said as the door chimed. Kakuzu always arrived in at the same time each day, so it was force of habit by now.

"Good morning Mr. Moore," he grumbled, heading for the coffee machine towards the back of the store.

Winston Moore was a short, stubby old man. Alive for nearly sixty-two years, he'd been working here for about twenty of them. "Hey, wait a 'sec!" The other man turned to face Winston, "You look down, what's happened now? Another fight with Hidan? Cowboys are playing tonight, you ought to be happy."

"Yeah… And no, it's just so damn cold today. Hidan's been relatively well-behaved lately, so I can't really complain."

"I see," the elder pronounced slowly, turning to face the window with a grimace. Hidan was running up to the door with a Chihuahua at his heels. Said man smacked into the glass with a thud.

He scrambled off the wall and fought to get inside, panting when he finally did. Kakuzu stared at him critically. "Okay, I don't want to know."

"'Kuzu, hey, could you get me a Slim-Jim?"

Hidan's cheeks were red from running what could have been blocks with that little rat after him. Kakuzu sighed. "Fine."

After successfully locating the box of Slim Jims in the back, Kakuzu decided to thumb through a stack of magazines while Hidan was in the restroom. One in particular sparked his interest: "Woman impregnated by aliens; awarded $500 for compensation." He turned to page 17 and read the entire story to himself.

"Hey, I know we're friends, but this ain't a library," Winston said from his spot behind the counter.

"Gimme a second, will you?" When he was finished, Kakuzu scoffed. "What a bunch of nonsense! Who in their right mind would believe this shit?"

"Oh hell, lots of people. Nobody's as smart as they used to be anymore."

"Ridic—" He paused, lips curling into a demented grin.

The toilet flushed and Hidan stepped out of the small washroom. "Uhh. Mr. M? You're out of tp." He glanced at Kakuzu who was still smiling in an unpleasant manner. "What?"

Suddenly snapping out of his delirium, the older man chuckled. His lover looked a bit scared and tossed him a weird look, but Kakuzu couldn't possibly give a shit even if he tried. When Asaito Kakuzu had an idea, he was unstoppable.

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