.
A/N-
Blaaaarg, Hai gaiz!
Whew, time to take a small break again from the trilogy. My brains getting frazzled and the reviews have pretty well come to a complete stop. So I decided to set that one aside until people realize I'm still alive and work on something else.
Alriiight, so this fic is going to be a little different, but still just the same as all my others. One of the few changes being that Kakuzu and Hidan actually have last names, which I'm not bothering to be creative with. Lol It's just the generic last names I've seen quite a few authors use, the same as on their rings in the anime.
Another change that I feel I need to explain is the generic plotline. I'm aware that this kind of thing has been way overdone, but I don't care. The idea popped into my head originally as a crack, but as I started writing it I fell further and further for the idea of just a cute, quirky, real love story. I'll put my normals spins and whatnot on it but I'm going to just go with whatever happens. I need to have more faith in my writing skills, I've been told. So hopefully you'll enjoy it regardless.
But, I'll stop droning on and let'cha do what you came here to do, kay? Let the fic do the talking, persay. xD
Oh, and also, I'm gonna do everything I can to keep the usual insane amount of typos and stuff down to a minimum. But knowing me, they'll still slip in there. Forgive me for them. If anyone's interested in beta-ing for me, give me a PM.
.
FOLLOW YOUR ARROW
.
"I'm sorry sir... It's just that.."
"Just that what? You're an ungrateful brat?"
The expression on the blonde womans face contorted horribley in a mixture of insult and anger.
Kakuzu knew this look, he knew it well. Many receptionists before her had given him the exact expression just before they quit. It seemed this one would be doing the same.
"Hurry up, get out with it. I have a real job to attend to." He said, going back to his paperwork and waving her off.
The pain left her face and was replaced with full on anger, her skin turning a nice violet that the older man might admire if he didn't think women to be mostly useless human beings. Except for having children, what were they good for except screeching in you ear and gossiping about usless trivial things?
"Sir, I've been wanting to say this for as long as I've worked for you-"
"Then for the love of my sanity woman! Say it!" He interrupted. She was quitting anyway, why not piss her off as much as he could?
In all honesty the girl was sweet and bright and could easily get a far better job than his secretary. The only thing she lacked, as did all the other poor interns who wandered into Dr. Hoku's office, was backbone. Some employers may not like being talked back to, might not like being disrespected, but the hard truth of the world was that if you ever wanted to become anything worthwhile in your short time on this earth, you had to be an asshole.
"I HATE YOU!" She nearly shrieked, unable to hold back her wrathful tears any longer. "I HATE YOU AND YOUR ARROGANT, SELF-RIGHTIOUS, NARSSISITIC ATTITUDE! I've never come across a more infuriating man in my life! I was a good person before I came to work for your miserable, money-grubbing self! Now I spend my nights wishing you would die the most painful death ever and I hate it and IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! SCREW YOUR TWO WEEKS NOTICE, I QUIT! BURN IN HELL YOU OLD CODGER!" She screeched, face a burning crimson now with makeup and tears streaking down her cheeks. She frantically maneuvered the key to the small building off her keychain and threw it at him as hard as she could and then turned around and stormed out.
Kakuzu didn't even move throughout the pitiful display. They key missed him entirely and clacked against the tiled wall behind him, then tinkled as it fell to the floor, bounced, and settled itself.
He sat in utter silence until he heard the employee entrance to the little clinic slam, sending an impressive little quake through the poorly built establishment.
"Hm. I'll give you a six." He muttered to the empty room, going back to his paperwork. "Too much emotion, bad aim. Can't take anyone seriously when they squawk like that..."
That was all well and good. She'd passed, at the very least. He would certianly give her a good review if she actually decided to put aside her grudge and write him down as a reference for whatever occupation she chose next.
In the meantime, he was already backed up as it was on his paperwork, his accountant was on his ass about keeping closer track of his earnings, as if he didn't keep it under lock and key. And with it being flu season, there was no time to waste.
Kakuzu Hoku may be the self-proclaimed most successful doctor in the county, but he simply could not handle an entire business on his own.
And thus, the search for a new secretary must begin immediatly.
He slapped down his pen and rubbed his temples at this thought. Damn. He needed a secretary to hire secretaries for him. There was simply no time for anything anymore, it seemed.
How he missed the good days when having a job actually meant something, when workers wouldn't simply give up a paying job because their boss made them cry themselves to sleep and contemplate homicide...times had changed far too fast for him.
He sighed finally and picked up the phone, stabbed at one of the labeled speed-dial buttons, and pushed up his half-moon glasses so he could massage the corners of his eyes as he waited for someone to pick up on the other end.
Finally a few clicking noises sounded, he heard a muffled voice in the background speaking to someone else before they responded to him.
"Just a sec I gotta answer this one, it's a close friend. Eeyy Kakuzu, she finally get fed up with your shit I take it?"
"I wouldn't be calling otherwise, as 'close' as we are, Kisame." He replied wearily.
"Ahaha, you heard that... I guess putting your hand over the phone just doesn't cut it anymore neh? So what's your pleasure this time?"
"As usual, it doesn't matter. I'm booked up and have a line of clients waiting for examinations and flu shots, so if you could make it quick-"
"'Doesn't matter' he says. Can you believe this guy? Well I've got a long list here of mediocre kids looking for jobs you could torture. Haven't had any interns recently, I guess words speading at the colleges that you're kind of a dick."
"As long as they have a functioning brain and can handle basic tasks then I don't care, just send someone." Kakuzu growled, not hiding his anger. Really, he hated having to repeat himself. Kisame knew he didn't give a shit who worked for him, seeing as they rarely ever lasted.
"Hheey hold on here a minute. Didn't you say your buddy was looking for work?... He ain't braindead is he? ...Bahahaha! Oh really!? Oh this will be perfect! Oi, Kakuzu old friend. I have someone you might like. It's one of Itachi's old highschool pals, just moved here to town and looking for work."
"Did I hear you say he?"
"Uh, did you? Damn this phone, gotta get that fixed. Well yeah, It's a guy in his twenties or something. It'll be a nice change from all those just-out-of-puberty chicks you hang out with."
"Kisame, I run a legitmiate business with a reputation to uphold, I do not need some drifter trying to do the work of a schooled, semi-professional individuals-"
"Oh yeah, yeah. Well seriously, you said you wanted someone immediatly and he's the only person old enough to even have a drivers license that I have available. If you don't like him just work your magic and gimme a call. I'll keep my eyes and ears open for someone worth a damn in the meantime and we'll get you a replacement. Just think of him as a temp."
Kakuzu remained silent for awhile, wanting to continue the arguement but unable to poke any holes in his friend's logic. The truth was simply that the man had some sick satisfaction with bringing his employees to tears, testing their inner strength, so to say. Men, for the most part, would not deal with his deplorable treatment of them long enough for him to bring them to such a state. Men had the tendancy to open their mouths right there and then and tell him off, Whereas women usually would just take as much as they could until the day came when their emotions hit a fever pitch. The display most women made when the reached such a plateau of frustration and desperation was unreasonabley but undeniabley entertaining to him.
He growled in irritation, receiving a chuckle from the other side.
"Alright I'll take that as a yes. Le'mme give him a call and I'll get his information and do a quick interview. I'll fax you his creds* and have him there in the morning, kay?"
"If this turns into a waste of my time I'll see to it that you'll not have a job for the remainder of your wretched life."
"Truuust me buddy. This is Itachi Uchiha's aquaintance we're talking about here, can't be that bad."
"For your sake, I hope you're correct."
"C'moooon, have I ever disappointed you before, Kakuzu, old pal?"
"I will not dignify such a thoughtless question with a response."
"Ouch. You hurt me with your words, you know?"
"Just have him here and prepared in the morning." Kakuzu said, ignoring whatever Kisame responded with in favor of slapping the phone back onto the receiver.
He took his reading glasses completley off now and sat them on the desk, rubbing at his eyes with one hand.
A quick glance at the clock revealed it to be only 4:47 pm. While most clinics closed at five, he liked to keep his little privatley owed office open until 9 to catch the extra business and thus, the extra money.
It was days like this that made him slightly regret that decision. But mainly what he was upset about was that he didn't have a damn secretary that he could have finish the paperwork for him!
He sighed heavily, slipped the glasses back on, and set back to work. He only had a few more appointments scheduled for the rest of the day, thankfully. By tommorrow he would have a new assistant and everything would be back to normal, though really, days like this weren't that uncommon at all. He made a mental note to save a few of the errored papers for his newest employee to go over. He would start off this new guy with a bang when he inevitabley made a mistake with the wrong information.
He smiled. It was fun to be bad.
-o-
"You absolutley HAVE to do this for me kid. This guy has had a stick up his ass for way too long, it's time to give him a run for his money."
"Am I fuckin' robbing him or what?"
"Oh hell no. Don't ever, EVER steal from Dr. Hoku, unless you have a death wish. No, see here's what's gonna happen, he's gonna be using every trick in the book to piss you off and make you hate him so much that you quit. But don't do it. Do the absolute best you can, I mean he's gonna make you screw up every chance he gets just so he can yell at you. But don't give in. In fact, Thank him for setting you straight or whatever you can think of. It'll drive him crazy!"
"Tch... How long do I have to do this?"
"As long as it takes. And hey, you're getting paid for it kid, don't look so pissed."
"Fuck you, if I didn't owe Itachi for letting me crash at his place I wouldn't even be here"
"Well you are. Trust me, once you meet this guy you'll wanna piss him off just as much as I do."
"I thought he was your friend?"
"He is! That's what friends are for right?"
"Tch. Whatever, and people say I'm fuckin' crazy."
.
"This is fucking rediculous..." He muttered now, waiting outside the door labeled 'Employee's only.'
His breath came out in little puffs against the frigid morning air. "What he fuck kind of idiot opens at 4 in the morning. Jesus christ no one's even awake until seven!" He complained to the vacant parking lot facing him. He wanted desperatley to have a cigarette while he waited, his nerves were acting up today, as hard as he tried to ignore it. The truth of the matter was, he needed a job, desperatley. But due to his history of comings and goings to the many 'behavioral health' centers around the state, no one wanted to hire him. He hadn't taken the job because his temporary roommate made him, he'd done it because he wanted to get back on his feet and stop feeling like a pathetic loser, mooching off his friend like a helpless hobo.
So, Itachi had prohibited him from smoking.
"You're going to be working at a doctor's office! You think he'll be okay with you smoking? Kisame says this guy is the biggest asshole you'll ever meet, don't give him any more reason to hate you."
He sighed, sending a giant white puff out into the air and bracing against another onslaught of shivers. His coat was far too thin for how cold it was, but it was the only one the twig of a man he currently lived with had that would fit him.
He pulled it tighter around himself, glaring down at his stupid outfit. A decent white polo with black slacks and old boots that had been relentlessly shined by his roommate, that was the best he could do. And on top of it all, Itachi, that flamer of a man, had done up his hair, gelling it back in a sophisticsted fashion with just a few strands of his bangs left free to fall where they wanted.
"It's not a fucking date! Jesus do I have to dress like such a tool?"
"You have to make a good impression. You wanted a decent job and this one has good benefits and an acceptable payrate, stop whining and be grateful for the oppurtunity."
He ground his teeth together, stretching out his arm so he could see the watch Itachi had lent him under his sleeve. The fucker should be here soon. He silently cursed at the fates that had reduced him to this, arriving early at an already indecent hour, once again for the sake of making a good appearance.
.
A pair of headlights turned into the parking area, reflecting off the tin building walls and burying him further into the shadows of the building.
He glared at these as well, creating a sillouette of the person inside the car so he couldn't see the bastard.
'Must be him...' he thought while trying to make his teeth stop chattering. The only thing he could tell at this point was that the man looked big. Not fat-big, just big. Tall and thick, kind of like the guy Itachi was trying to bang that got him the job in the first place, whatever his name was. Something long and stupid...
"Here goes fuckin' nothin'." He muttered, taking a deep breath to muster up his strength and bite down his urge to gag at the sunshine he was about to blow out his ass.
The good thing about being in and out of mental correction facilities for a good portion of your life is that you learn how to lie like a pro.
-x-
Kakuzu stepped from the car with a storm cloud over his head. He'd seen the strange looking man almost as soon as he pulled in, and instantly regretted his decision to go along with this preposterous scheme.
'Kisame, I'll have your head.' He thought as he studied the dark glare cast toward him by the silver-haired man when he'd parked the car. As soon as he shut off the lights the pale face of his newest victim morphed suddenly into an exact replica of every single intern that had stood waiting in that very spot.
'So that's how it's going to be?' Hah, this would be a piece of cake, this man already didn't want to be here. 'Hoshigaki, you better get your ass in gear, this one will be gone before the day's out.'
"Doctor Hoku?" The man said as Kakuzu made his way around the front of the car, clicking the lock button on his keychain and eliciting a short honk from the vehicle.
"You will call me 'Sir' until I deem you valuable enough to use my name." He replied, walking past the man whom he noticed had a light shade of pink as an eyecolor. He thought this interesting for only a second before tossing it aside. Kakuzu himself had a strange and rare form of Rosacea* that caused the blood vessels in his eyes and only his eyes to remain permanently enlarged, giving him permanently red scelera that made his deep emerald iris' stand out.
"Yes...sir. Thank you for clearing that up." Came the reply, and Kakuzu had to stop in his current action of unlocking the door.
He turned to regard the man, he was dressed decently enough, not too formal, and not like the attention seeking imbeciles that made up todays youth. The boots were an unusual choice, but being hidden beneath the slacks as they were... well, it wasn't aweful. At least. But that didn't mean he had to admit it.
"Are you not going to introduce yourself? Is that the trend now-a-days? To wait for your employer to ask your name?" The blank look on the man's face had him grinning on the inside. Kakuzu knew his name, it was on all the papers Kisame had sent him that he'd skimmed through, seeing as he was dead-tired by the time he got home to his fax machine. (The one at the office wasn't working properly, hadn't been for quite a while, but those things are expensive, you know?) And this man, Hidan, his name was, surely knew that as well. And to extend that thought, his ocean-loving friend that worked in the Human Resources department at the county courthouse had probably informed the poor fool of what was to come when you had Dr. Hoku as your boss. And this Hidan thought he could handle it, which was even better.
Let the games begin.
"Sorry sir. My name is Hidan."
"Hidan what?" He said, voice low in intimidation.
There was a pause, and again Kakuzu marked another tic on his side of his internal score chart.
"Hidan... San... sir."
He turned back to the door to hide his miniscule smirk. The man seemed to dislike his last name, judging by his reluctance to give it away. The idiot, giving away a weak spot so blatantly.
"Is that some kind of joke? Or one of these asenine new trends you kids have?"
"No sir. That's the name I was born with."
"Well it's rediculous."
"I agree, sir."
He Hmph'd and pushed the door open, stepping in and starting immediatly to open up the clinic, flicking on all the lights being the first step.
"Pay attention. Opening and Closing will be one of your responsibilities from now on."
"Yes, sir." Hidan replied, face still blank and hands held behind him like an obedient soldier.
Hm. Maybe this would be harder than he thought...
No.. that was nonsense. This guy was no match for him. No one was. Not an employee who stepped foot into this building left without being in a fit of rage. It just didn't happen.
Kakuzu regarded him for a heartbeat before turning and continueing through the hallway.
"This is my office." The doctor said in his gravelley voice, gesturing to the door as he passed. "Under no circumstances do you ever go in there unless I give you permission and am also in there to supervise you." He stopped to whirl around, bending slightly over the unfazed but extremley tensed man.
"The information you hear in this building is absolutley confidential. I'll explain that again so that any idiot can understand. If you speak one word about what happens within these walls to anyone outside the building, you will regret the day you were born." He paused, gauging Hidan's reaction. Except for looking as if he were concentrating with all his might, he didn't make one.
"Doctor-patient-confidentiality is something I do not take lightly. This is not some hospital with peons and jaw-flapping gossipers. There is only you and I, and having their trust is the foundation to the success of this business."
"I understand, sir."
"You had better. I do not like having to repeat myself." Kakuzu said before turning around and continueing. He'd given this speech so many times he had lost count, none of his previous employees had ever questioned anything he said, all had agreed whole-heartedly for fear of asking any questions anyway, but not one of them had ever managed to give him such a... a perfect response.
Just three little words, but they got the message across, and ensured him that he was the boss and his demands and rules were like commandments from a god. Short, sweet, and to the point. No time wasted, respectful... just perfect.
It was infuriating.
"That door leads to the lab. You don't have clearance, and you never will, so you can't go inside." The Doctor stated, holding up a card key attached to a lanyard around his neck so that his new employee could see over his shoulder behind him. "Do not even concern yourself with it, that equipment is worth far more than you ever will be. I will handle anything in regards to that room." He said, waving hand only slightly in Hidan's direction to signify his worthlessness.
Hidan didn't reply, and though he wanted to taunt him, he also had a job to do, this boy had already distracted him enough. He was further irritated with himself that the man had yet to do anything wrong at all. Usually within the first twenty minutes Kakuzu would notice a strange quirk or nervous habit his newest crew member had. Or they would speak with the wrong tone, say the wrong thing in the wrong context. Pronounce something wrong, ANYTHING! He could work with anything, but this pale man was giving him nothing.
"This is the examination room. After every single patient leaves it will be your duty to sanitize anything that has been touched. And since you will not be in the room with my patients and I, you will clean everything to perfection. If it is anything less than that, then I will make your life a living hell."
"Yes, sir. I understand."
Kakuzu couldn't help the small growl that escaped him at hearing this response again.
"The cleaning supplies are under the sink, always wear gloves, You get only one sick day a month, they do not build up." He said, pointing to the sink and then the box of latex gloves beside it. He would prefer not to give out any sick days at all, but unfortunatly that was the law, some nonsense about human rights... And to make it worse, all number of diseased people came through here, being a clinic as it was. Germs and illnesses spread regardless of how sanitary anything was kept, catching them was something that couldn't be avoided. But missing work because you're sick wasted his time and money. And no one wasted Kakuzu Hoku's money. "If you have questions you may ask them, however if you're some sort of animal that doesn't know how to clean a room, you need to turn and leave right now."
Without pausing, Dr. Hoku continued through a second door instead of going back into the hall that lead up to the waiting room. The examination room adjoined to the front office, separated from the waiting room by an elegant archway that was most likely the only thing the elder man actually spent real money on aside from the medical equipment.
"This will be your work space. Until I've decided if you're worth keeping, your duties here will be restricted to answering the phone and forwarding it immediatly to me. If I'm with a client you will take a message and let me be clear on this, your message had better be clear and accurate. I do not care if you have to have them spell out each and every word. I'm far too busy to try and decode nonsensical quips." He finally did stop now to turn around. Hidan's face looked slightly tinted, and there are no words to explain the satisfaction this brought to Kakuzu. He hadn't even been trying on this one, just reciting the usual speech he gave to all his new secretaries, word for word.
He let himself grin a little. "When a client comes in, welcome them warmly. Help them as best you can and if you cannot, -which you will not be able to, I can already see as much,- let me know. You may use the intercom only when you are unable to walk your lazy ass back to my office due to clients or your other tasks. It is not a toy, and you will not treat it as such."
With this he turned and went into the waiting room, letting up the blinds, flipping on the lights and unlocking the door.
Hidan followed behind him, still silent. Kakuzu grit his teeth and took a deep breath. 'You still have a busy day ahead.' He told himself, 'Still have your own job to do. Just pretend he's another intern.'
"The break room is in the back, I'm going to assume you noticed it though you probably didn't. You may have one 15 minute break every two hours, not including lunch hours. You get two of these and one thirty minute setting at 7 a.m. to eat breakfast. At noon and 6 you may go home to eat, go out to eat, or bring your meals with you and keep them in the refridgerator in the back, I don't care. If you are not back before that clock states that an hour has passed, don't come back at all." he said, gesturing to the clock above the arch that seperated the rooms.
"I understand. Is that all, sir?" Hidan said, face emotionless yet again.
Kakuzu's eyes narrowed. Is that all? What the hell did the insufferable brat mean by that?
"Am I boring you, Hidan San?" He growled.
"No sir. I would just guess that you have a lot that you need to do. And I need to get the feel of my tasks too." The off-white haired man stated smoothly, hands behind his back.
Kakuzu studied the man now, harder than he had before. Now that he was in the light and the Doctor actually had a chance to stop and observe, he was slightly bothered by what he noticed.
The man was attractive.
This perplexed him so terribley that he wanted to punch his new employee right in the jaw and lay into him until the man killed himself just to escape.
Doctor Hoku had never had a problem with stateing to anyone his views on women. He had no desire to have any kind of sexual relation with them since his college days.
It was a secret however, that he had explored with another male at that time as well.
Most people seemed to just assume he was straight for fear of enduring the wrath he might explicet at being asked in the first place. And even those who were aware of his deferrance to females never considered the fact that he might like men. It seemed to make sense somehow to everyone who knew Dr. Hoku that he just didn't like anything except his money. No one pried or pursued the subject, and he preffered to keep it that way. It was somewhat of a small shame of his, though at the same time he had no quarrals with it. He was a Doctor, familiar only with the physical body and it's workings. Psychology was not his subject and he didn't concern himself with questioning such things.
No, his only worry was the possibility of losing not only respect, but business, should this little bit of information ever leak out.
"Very well. There are no scheduled appointments until 8, use that time wisely." With that he pushed past the man, bumping his shoulder unreasonably hard against the other man and then seething internally when Hidan didn't even stumble.
What bothered him the most was that he noticed that the man was alluring. In a sense the general rumors that Doctor Hoku was a heartless robot had sunk into his head a little. He did not need anyone else in his life to muck things up. He had a simple, clear, and precise goal; to be rich. And Kakuzu had no use for anything that would not help him reach that goal. He didn't even hold enough interest in it to satisfy natural, normal human cravings.
No, he needed no one. He wanted no one. Especially this albino brat.
'I will break you if it kills me, Hidan San.' He swore.
-o-
Hidan watched his boss walk away, teeth gritted so tightly that he was afraid they might shrink back into his gums.
He looked around for a moment, eyes landing on the cheap chairs with the cushions so worn that they were barely even there. He considered trashing the room, starting with the ugly chairs, but steeled himself. Instead, he turned around and walked to his 'office', and plopped down into the seat.
After a moment of thoughtful silence, he unclamped his jaws, grabbed the small trashcan under the desk and vomited violently into it.
That fish-loving fucker was right. He already hated this man.
He was also wrong too. Hidan hated the fucker, wished he would just die, but there was not way in any form of hell that he was going to be able to keep this shit up and keep himself from having another episode.
What in the name of GOD had he been thinking to try and accept a job like this?
Hidan San was far from an idiot. He could be dense, rude, vulgar, hard-headed, and okay, maybe a little bit outright stupid at times. But that didn't mean he didn't realize how dangerous this situation was for someone like him.
He was not one of those crazy people that enjoyed being crazy, he didn't appreciate the attention it brought. But at the same time, he had no desire to give the cruel society he lived in fuel by being ashamed of his mental illnesses. It was, in it's entirety, an incredibley complex thing to explain; how he felt about himself. But the point was that he knew his limits, and he knew that if he had to continue forcing himself through this, he would end up putting a bullet through the fuckers head in a fit of uncontrollable rage. And there would be no escapeing the looney bin they threw him in for that stunt...
When his stomache was drained of all it's contents, he quickly pulled out his cell phone and immediatly dialed his roommates number.
It rang.
And rang.
And went to his automated voicemail.
"God dammit you fucking Uchiha!" The pale man snarled into the phone when the little beep sounded to leave a message. "I've been here for twenty minutes and I'm so fucking pissed that I just threw the fuck up! I'm going to kill you and your stupid little fuck-buddy for doing this to me! I said I wanted a god damn job, not a fucking death sentence!"
The sound of footsteps coming down the hall sent him into a panic. He shoved the trashcan filled with regurgtitated food-matter back under the desk and prayed silently that the room didn't reek of it as he slapped his phone shut and stuffed it into his pocket, sliding open drawers to make it look as if he'd been learning the in's and out's of his new work station.
His new employer came into the room and stopped short of the copy machine against the west wall, studying him again.
"Need anything, sir?" He forced out, ignoring the terrible searing hatred in his chest as he looked at the older man. The fucker had to be in his late forties, maybe even early fifties. But it was strange, he didn't have a single gray hair in that chocolate bundle currently pulled back into a thin ponytail at the nape of his neck, with long bangs hanging down either side of his face. You'd think someone with a job like this, running his own mini hospital as he was, would have gone almost completley gray by now.
Now that Hidan really looked at him, and had gotten over the shock of his weird fucking eyes, the guy really didn't have all that many wrinkles either. He couldn't really tell if the guy had some sort of foreign blood in him or if he was just really tan, but his skin was a perfect creamy sort of brown, kind of like coffee after you'd mixed in the cream and sugar. The guy definitely was big too, as he'd first noticed. Broad shouldered, thick waisted, a good four inches taller than Hidan himself, who was an average 5' 8", and he couldn't really tell under the white lab-coat he was now wearing and the dark navy turtle neck beneath it, but he seemed to be in pretty decent shape...
"Not from the likes of you." He said, that deep voice sending the new secretary into a small seizing fit to try and contain his anger.
God Jesus fucking christ what was he doing? Sitting here checking the guy out, if he weren't legally halfway insane already he'd think himself fucking insane. This man was Satan, pure and simple. And with God as his witness, he would not give in to his stupid, dumb, ugly face! Fuck the consequences!
That guy wanted him to fuck with the old man, well, if there was one thing he was good at, it was being a psycho. And it takes a psycho to make a psycho.
"Very good sir. I'll get back to my own business." He said, turning back to the desk to hide his smile. 'Bring it on old man, bring it right the fuck on.' He'd dealt with demons far worse anyway, at least this guy wasn't a figment of his imagination.
"You do that." Kakuzu said, turning to power up the machine and moving swiftly back through the examination room and dissapearing, most likely to his office again.
"I hope you have a heart attack.." Hidan murmured, before sighing and actually getting started doing what he was supposed to be. If he was going to make this work, it was going to take every ounce of self-control and sanity that he had. Luckily for him he was a zealous man, once he decided to do something he rarely ever failed, unless his head decided to suddenly change his fate.
But he was okay, his slave-master of a roommate made sure he took his medications every day. He hadn't had any problems in a good long while. And now with this job, as much bullshit as it was, he could finally start paying the fucker back and get out of the tiny tyrants house.
This would work. He could totally make this work.
A/N-
Aaaaand that seems like a decent stopping point for the first chapter. So, tell me what you guys think so far in your reviews. I dont know why I've become so captivated with this idea, but I personally think it's started off very well.
Creds* - short for credentials. Information such as background checks, Social security number, bank accounts, such things that an employer needs to get you in the system and let you recieve a legal paycheck.
Rosacea*- a life-long condition in which certain facial blood vessels enlarge, giving the skin a flushed appearance. -The condition I have described in the story may or may not exist. I didn't research it.
Title based from the song 'Follow your Arrow' by Kacey Musgaves.