Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters in Naruto. I just manipulate them like my own personal voodoo dolls.
Shards
Chapter One: Shattered
"Get out."
Kakuzu's words were quiet, but the underlying rage beneath hinted to Hidan that he had crossed a line. Although he was immortal, Hidan did not want to aggravate his partner any further.
Immediately, the scythe wielding ninja backed down, starting by shutting his mouth. Stepping back, Hidan made a mental note not to do that again.
Usually when Kakuzu had had enough of him, he lashed out, sometimes going as far as to physically kick him out through a wall. This time however, Kakuzu went quiet, and Hidan kept talking, kept stabbing at his old wounds.
Finally Kakuzu snapped, which was what Hidan was after, but it was not entertaining.
It was a sobering experience.
Kakuzu was finally showing a weakness, showing that he cared about something other than money – and Hidan thought that was what he wanted to get out of him. But it was just wrong. It wasn't what Hidan wanted at all.
Turning on his heel, Hidan left the room quietly. As the door clicked shut behind him, his partner's words ricocheted in his mind.
Kakuzu had never kicked him out of the room like that before – and Hidan didn't like it. It seemed as though his partner's words combined with his own shame had pushed him out – rather than a physical beating.
Shame was seeping through him, sickening him. He despised feeling ashamed for his actions, but he had done the wrong thing. Kakuzu was his partner – not a toy for Hidan to manipulate. Eventually Hidan would push him too far, and Kakuzu was break.
Hidan had pushed everyone too far.
The members Akatsuki organization had had enough of him – and it was one of the only things that all of the members agreed on.
Striding into the bathroom, Hidan slammed the door behind him.
Gripping the sides of the sink, he stared into the depths of the polished glass, searching for an answer of some description. He gazed into the mirror, and his own deep violet eyes stared back at him.
Hidan ran a hand through his silver locks; however, this action was not to fix his hair. He was frustrated, and took his frustration out on everybody, and everything.
With an exasperated cry his fist drove through the glass, reducing it to into broken shards that smashed to the floor, scattering into thousands of tiny glittering pieces. They seemed to jeer at him from their positions on the floor, incensing him even further.
Clenching his bleeding fist, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He didn't want to spiral out of control – but he felt as though he was losing it.
It was difficult to admit, but his mind was crumbling – and he had to do something about it.
Even Jashin seemed to have forsaken him in this regard. No matter how many times he torn at his own flesh or sacrificed the blood of others to appease his master, no assistance came.
That just made him worse.
He became more paranoid by the day, desperate for control. His lack of control made him much more insubordinate than usual. His animosity towards the leader lead him to outright challenge his decisions.
Kakuzu continuously got him out of trouble, berating him for his stupidity and arrogance, and swearing that next time, he would just let the Leader slaughter him.
But, every single time, Kakuzu couldn't help but bail him out - again. Hidan sighed.
He had cut his escape rope – literally.
With Kakuzu angry at him, next time he angered the leader, he was going to have to deal with it himself.
The Leader would demand an apology.
Hidan would not give it to him.
The only person that Hidan was likely to apologize to was Kakuzu, and that usually only occurred after his head had been cut off.
Even then is was hard.
If he couldn't apologize to the Leader, he would be kicked out. They couldn't kill him – and they knew that – but they could drive him out.
Then, he would be alone.
It seemed that even his god had forsaken him.
Clutching the necklace around his neck, he glared at the insignia.
Why?
A burst of anger ran through him. The urge to tear the necklace off was strong.
Only his pride stopped him.
The immortal slumped against the wall, sliding down to the ground that was littered with the shards of glass that were still taunting him.
A single tear ran down his perfectly sculpted face. It burned down, the tips of his ears going crimson with shame.
"Fuck…"
[End Chapter One]