Hello, Guys. o w o Okay, now, this is my first story on this account. Though I have, like, two other old and molding accounts that are all neglected. ; - ; I feel bad for it, yes, but -shrug- they can live xD Anyways, this just so happens to be my OTP. And, this popped in my head a bit ago, and I was in, like, desperate need for some Kakuhidan. Aaaand, I've had almost all of my friends move away, ( and the effects of having all of them move away, and being left with that hopeless feeling, is practically something every teen has come across at least once, right? ) So, this is just kind of a place to vent, haha. Oh, I almost forgot: I do not - in any way possible, own these characters.
I was outside his house. We both were. A large U-Haul truck out front of his house, hinting to what I had thought all along. No. No, he's lying. He's just messing with your head - calm down, Hidan. It was as if the world was spinning, giving me a punch in the face with every pass by me. I didn't even do anything at first. 'Just stood there, looking like a fucking idiot, and staring into the past, the gears in my head churning - trying to make sense of it all, trying to think of what could possibly make Kakuzu do... that. Leave me, desert me. Neglect me, and bury me into the past files of his brain, only to be dug back up when newer, ( better ), friends asked of his past fucking life.
I didn't know. I couldn't tell if I was pissed at him... or crushed. It was so complicated - everything. I didn't know whether to believe him.
"Hidan. I'm moving."
Yes, he was moving. And I was freaking out - what would I do without him? My best friend since Jashin knows when.
And then it hit me. I was nothing: I would never receive the same attention ever, ever again. I would be sent back to my isolated dreamland, forced to hide away with ninjas and pirates until he came back. If he came back.
And that was the thing. I didn't know if this was good-bye for sure or not. And the next thing I know I'm crying like a baby - and he's wrapping me up in one of those hugs almost immediately, shushing me, rubbing my back soothingly - a caring side that he would only let me see. "It's okay, babe, I'll visit you. It's only a few cities away," he murmurs, the stitches attached to his mouth twitched into a smile.
I rub my eyes against his shirt. "H-how can you be... be so da-damned sure?" I give a sniffle, looking up. "What -," I stop, feeling my eyes sting at the thought, "What if you fo-forget about me?"
Kakuzu gives me a look, tucking a strand hair back in its' place behind my ear. He leans in to kiss away a tear, "I wouldn't dare," he smiles, then gives a soft chuckle. "One would think you'd be the one forgetting about me,"
I'm shocked by this, but not by too much. Kakuzu had convinced himself that he was a freak, an ugly misprint. Though I have to disagree, he looks damn sexy. "Not even if Lord Jashin himself told me to," I gave a small smile - my chest felt twisted, and empty; I couldn't put much effort into the gesture.
He sighed. "You're not going to do anything stupid, are you?" He asks, his odd-colored eyes showing concern. He gestures to my wrists - well, yes, I had a tough life a while back, but that didn't mean he had to point it out.
"No." I answer sharply, struggling away from him and linking both arms behind my back, an attempt to hide my arms with a pout. "You can trust m-me," I swallow - hoping to Jashin that the waterworks had stopped. "I-I can visit you, right?" I ask, hopeful, and wanting to change the subject. Seriously, why can't he fucking trust me?
He turns his head to look down the road, and I knew he was thinking. He turned back, "I don't think so - your dad would kill me, and you have school. Plus, you can't even drive yet." He poked my side, emitting a smile from me.
"I'm going to be taking Driver's Ed this year, though!" I defend myself, crossing my arms.
He hums, "And who says you're going to pass?"
"Who the fuck says I won't?"
"I do... Hidan - last year you drove us all into a ditch, and Deidara almost went into shock." Kakuzu laughed, and I laughed also, remembering the blonde freaking out about how we were all going to 'die.' Or how the car could fucking blow up from the impact. But even though I was giggling at the thought, I couldn't override that damned sinking feeling in my stomach.
"That was your fault, you should have given me some fucking help!" I laugh. For once we're not fighting. And I don't know if it's because he doesn't want to be upset at me right before he leaves, or because he's trying to steer the conversation.
But, as much as I would love to talk about a different subject, I'm also hungry for answers.
"So... why are you moving?" I ask.
"College." He replies, reminding me that he's a few years older than me.
He flips out his phone, checking the time, I suppose. "I need to leave in about ten minutes," He mumbles, almost as if he's scared to fucking tell me, or something.
I feel my heart clench, "I can call you whenever, right?" I ask, and I'm shocked by how helpless and childish I sound.
He nods, "Of course."
"'Kuzu?" I use the nickname, and added to how desperate my voice sounds, he looks up with a gentle gaze.
"Yes, Hidan?" Kakuzu's just put his phone up.
"You're not going to cheat, right?" I bite my lower lip, looking up at him with a puppy-dog gaze.
He gives a growl, "What the hell would make you think that?" He gave my side a small pinch.
"That's what happened to Itachi's old boyfriend - before he found Kisame."
"That guy was weird, and I'm not like him," he adds, and I can still hear a hint of anger in his voice at me suggesting that. But who the fuck wouldn't? It's better to be safe than sorry, right?
We stay silent for a moment. The wind is icy - and it's pushing against us weakly, as if half of it has given up, but the other still thinks they can knock us down. The sun is shining on the road with a bored tone, grayed by the clouds. I think about the past few minutes. Then I sniffle, I don't want to start crying again. I've always hated crying in front of him, in front of anyone, really.
He takes another look at his phone, staring at it for several seconds with a melancholic gaze. "Hidan..." he pauses, slipping it back into his pocket, and turning his attention toward me. "I-I gotta go, now." He's stuttering. He's fucking stuttering. Kakuzu. If the circumstances had been different, I would have made fun of him, actually: 'Haha, big ol' Kuzu's stutterin.' But, it hurts even more to know that he's hurting so bad that he's actually being reduced to that state.
I lean into him, and wrap my arms around him. And he does the same, squeezing my body comfortingly. 'Just like the time he found out that I had been cutting. "I love you, Hidan." he murmurs.
"I-I love you, too," I closed my eyes tightly, taking in a shaky breath. He pulled his upper body away, cupping my face in both hands, and gave me a gentle kiss. A strong contrast from the usual rough kisses, which I thought were nothing more than gestures of desire. This one, however, made me feel so loved. It was one of utter devotion, and love. And just when I had thought of returning it, he pulled away, grabbing my hand to give it one more squeeze, before walking to the U-Haul truck. I plopped onto the ground, hugging my knees to my chest and watched him depart. He hadn't even looked back as he drove off. Which made me feel like I had done something wrong. 'Like I hadn't cried enough or some shit to show that I would miss him.
I heard a little ring, and almost jumped - the sound showing me just how quiet it had been. It was my phone - a text message. I pulled it out, flipped it open and read the message, expecting it to be from Deidara - probably wondering where I was.
I grinned stupidly when I realized it was from Kakuzu; 'Kuzu, as he was labeled on my Contacts.
I miss you already... hoe
I held the smile, even as droplets of rain started to pour down around me. How cliché, Kakuzu, how cliché. And even though he was a good distance away, I knew he was smirking to himself. 'Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. I mean... this could make us stronger, if anything. Ugh, listen to me, I sound like a character in a fucking chick flick.