What's going on?
Kakuzu looked around the room where he stood, having no clue why or how he got here. Rubbing his eyes he groaned in frustration before someone rested their hand upon his shoulder.
Turning around he faced a saddened Kisame who murmured with all sincerity, "I'm sorry Kakuzu." The shark left, wrapping an arm around his lover who was just as grim.
The miser couldn't understand this meaning of this, not to mention the entire Akatsuki was clad in black suits as well as he. Tobi was crying into Zetsu's chest whereas Deidara was meekly setting up a colorful floral arrangement.
Is this a funeral?
Growing anxious he warily turned to the corner to see two coffins.
Who died?
As he approached he felt something deep in his gut, urging him to not peer inside the caskets, but his curiosity got the better of him.
Why would the Akatsuki even hold a funeral if not for someone in their organization? Taking the last step the miser felt like all his hearts just split in half.
Hidan and Olivia were the deceased.
His mouth slightly hung open in disbelief, muttering out loud, "No. It's not possible."
Madara appeared next to him with an unreadable frown, "You doubt their deaths again?" "They're jashinist's, so how can this be? It can't be true."
The elder raven sighed, "As I've told you before Kakuzu, that jutsu the son-of-a-bitch did to them rendered their god and immortality useless before he took their lives. They are dead and no longer amongst us! Accept it and move on."
Madara stomped off angrily, leaving the miser alone to gaze upon his two worlds that were lost…no…taken from him.
Hidan was actually wearing a black suit, with a lavender button-up collared shirt with it parted to his mid chest just like he always liked it, naturally having his necklace proudly shown off. The priest's hair neatly slicked back and his expression was so serene….tranquil….
Olivia was clad in that royal blue dress he loved to see her in. It may have been a simple one with thin straps, but it simply suited her figure beautifully and brought out her eyes even more. Her makeup was light but lovely, showing off her natural charming features.
They both looked like angels...his angels; Hidan the rambunctious one and Olivia the affectionate one.
He fell to his knees with a thud, burying his face in his hands in sorrow.
Kakuzu gasped himself awake, sitting up shakily and trying to slow his heart rate down. Looking around his room he murmured, "It was a dream?"
Glancing over at his lover's bed he warily went to it, praying to what he dreamt wasn't true. He tenderly touched the jashinist's cheek and let out a sigh of relief that it was warm and he could hear his breathing.
The miser quickly left his room, checking on Olivia next to find her alive and well too. He didn't let it show, but that nightmare shook him up terribly.
He carefully picked up his sleeping lover and carried her back to his room, gently placing her on the bed and did the same with Hidan.
Hidan didn't wake up at all but cuddled to the heap of warmth with a groan whereas Olivia asked softly, "Is something wrong Kuzu?" Said man just stroked her hair and held her closer to him, "I'm fine now."
She always had a way of knowing when he was upset but didn't push him to tell her. That was her way and he loved that, it didn't make him angry like with Hidan, who kept on about it until he did.
Either way you look at it, he just loved them both and couldn't bear the thought of losing his angels.