AN: I don't own Naruto.
"That looks like it hurts," Kisame said with a sigh, watching Hidan writhe on the ground, a pike pierced through his chest. Hidan squirmed, re-opening wounds, as fresh, brighter blood oozed over the darker, drying crimson already on the ground, splayed around his circle, drawn on the ground for his ritual.
"Ah, Jashin… Ya think?!" Hidan said, groaning out as he grabbed the pike and pulled it from his chest. Hidan sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. "Fuck." He said, realizing he got blood in his hair.
"Then why do it?" Kisame asked, standing from the chair he was in and holding his hand out for Hidan. Hidan ignored the hand and stood on his own.
"You wouldn't understand." Hidan said simply, and tried to fix his cloak, cursing when he realized he'd torn off one of the buttons. He took it off and threw it to Kisame. "Make someone fix it." He said and started to walk off, exiting through the only door in the room, muttering to himself about needing a shower.
Kisame sighed and held onto the cloak, looking over it. It was a bloody mess and ripped in more than one place. He might as well just get a new one. Kisame just decided to do a favor for the over-religious prick and go to leader-sama and get him a new one.
About an hour later, Kisame entered the room Hidan and Kakuzu shared at the Akatsuki base. Kakuzu was lounging on a bed, reading a news paper, and to his surprise, Tobi was sitting at the end of said bed chatting happily.
"Tobi…" Kakuzu said, upon noticing Kisame's entrance.
"Yes?" Tobi asked excitedly.
"Shut up." Kakuzu said. Tobi whined and then quieted. He waved at Kisame, who, deciding to humor the boy, waved back. "Something you want, Hoshigaki?" Kakuzu asked.
"I was just looking for Hidan. Do you know where he is?" Kisame asked, trying to seem bored.
"What do I look like, his keeper?" Kakuzu asked, seeming a bit pissed as he glanced over his paper at Kisame. He noticed the cloak folded over his arm, which obviously wasn't his own, because Kisame was wearing his own. Kakuzu glanced over to the chair his cloak was on. "He's probably in what you like to call the den, reading his stupid bible or something." Kakuzu said, closing his eyes, and dropping one side of the newspaper to rub his temples with one hand.
Kisame paused for a moment, and looked over the two, sensing a bit of awkwardness rolling through the room.
"Thanks…" Kisame said and turned, about to close the door behind him, when Kakuzu spoke.
"Wait." He said.
"Yeah?" Kisame asked, poking his head back in the door.
"Knock next time." Kakuzu instructed and went back to reading his paper.
"Oh, right…" Kisame said and closed the door softly.
Kisame walked down the long hall way, clenching and unclenching his free hand. He had the urge to grip something, more specifically, Samehada, his sword.
"Come on, un!" Kisame heard, and looked up. He wondered why the hallway was so dark, and let a confused look pass over his features as Deidara walked by swiftly, turning when he was past him. Though Kisame didn't look, he could tell from the sound Deidara's shoes made on the floor. Kisame's eyes widened slightly when Itachi emerged from the darkness and followed Deidara, slowly, as though he was teasing the boy. Kisame turned a bit, and Itachi looked at him out of the corner of his eyes as he walked past. Kisame let his mouth fall open a bit in shock. The corner of Itachi's lips were curled up in a smirk, almost invisible unless you knew the man really well.
Kisame quickly grew jealous of Deidara, as he was always unable to draw that smirk from Itachi, and he knew everything there was to know about the Uchiha.
Kisame walked on down the hall, pushing the thoughts out of his head, not wanting to be angry when he saw Hidan, knowing the other would probably only add to his anger. Kisame let out a small sigh when he got to the den, not finding Hidan, only Sasori, who was sitting in a chair by the book case, a book sitting in his lap. The red heads eyes glanced over the page, not giving Kisame any recognition as he entered the room. Kisame let out another sigh and decided not to ask, because Sasori probably didn't know or care where Hidan was. Kisame headed back down the long, dark hallway and stopped at the door to the room he shared with Itachi. He put his free hand on the knob, but stopped as he was about to turn it. He could hear Deidara giggling from inside. Kisame sighed again and let go of the knob, deciding to go wander until he could return, and go to bed.
"Oh, what the fuck?!" Kisame heard, followed by the slam of a door, and quickly turned his head.
Not twenty feet down the hall, Hidan stood, clad in only a towel around his waist, his back against the door to his room and his necklace against his bare chest. Hidan was blushing slightly, and the ends of his hair were dripping on his shoulders.
"Oh, there he is." Kisame noted to himself, and walked a few feet in Hidans direction. "Something wrong?" Kisame asked as he extended his hand with the new cloak in it. Hidan reached out and grabbed it, putting it on, ripping the towel off and throwing it at Kisame as he buttoned the coat.
"I go in my room to get dressed, and Kakuzu has Tobi bet over the bed, and they're fucking like rabbits! Fucking gross! Don't they know I sleep in there?! Damnit, What the hell?! I'm not fucking sleeping in there tonight!" Hidan said, grabbing the towel he'd just thrown at Kisame, off the taller man, and started to dry his own hair angrily.
"Yeah…" Kisame said, totally understanding how Hidan felt. If he'd opened the door, Kisame shuddered to think what he'd have seen, and felt a flare of anger, which rose up from his stomach and burned at the back of his throat. He sighed and realized he needed a way to calm his anger.
"Hey, what crawled up your ass?" Hidan asked, noticing Kisame's sudden wave of anger. Hidan took the towel from his hair and held onto it, letting it dangle at his side.
"Nothing." Kisame said with a slight sigh. He was bored and there was nothing to do. Samehada was in his room and it was currently occupied.
"Bullshit." Hidan said, turning towards Kisame.
"My sword is in my room." He said simply.
"Uh… Go get it?" Hidan said, looking at Kisame like he was mentally retarded.
"And walk in on Itachi and Deidara? I don't think so." Kisame sighed again and started to walk off. He heard Hidan grunt behind him, and then the others smaller, slightly hurried steps as the religious man caught up with him.
"So we're in the same position, huh?" Hidan asked.
"Seems that way." Kisame said, and looked over at Hidan, remembering how he'd watched Hidans ritual earlier, and he was still wondering why he did. But, Kisame admitted to himself, that was better to watch than to be bored and angry with waiting for Itachi and Deidara to be done doing… whatever in the seven hells they were doing. He was seriously considering asking Leader-sama to re-organize rooms.
"Maybe we should get Leader-sama to reorganize our rooms." Hidan said, looking up at Kisame as he walked at his side. Kisame grinned and Hidan frowned.
"What?" Hidan said, rather angrily.
"My thoughts exactly." Kisame said and chuckled.
"I'm hungry…" Hidan bitched. "Since Kakuzu is occupied, I think I'll go spend some of that assholes money just to piss him off. After all, I had to see that fucking disturbing… shit… in my room…" Hidan said with a sigh.
"Yeah, I think I will be sleeping in the den tonight…" Kisame said.
"Me too. You're better company that that tight-assed money-loving prick…" Hidan couldn't seem to stop spewing random curse words. He threw the towel over the back of a chair in the dining room, which was right next to the living room. Sasori looked up at the other two. "What?" Hidan bit at the other.
"If anyone asks," Kisame said. "Deidara left this here."
"Right." Sasori said and went back to his book.
"Wanna go into town and get some real food besides the instant shit that bitch-ass money whore keeps here?" Hidan asked.
"That sounds…Good." Kisame said simply, shrugging.
They headed into town, without even telling anyone they were going somewhere, because, frankly, neither one of them cared at the moment if anyone ever found them again.
When they chose a restaurant, they got the best of service, no one crossed the Akatsuki on purpose.
"God damn, I'm still pissed about that shit in my room…" Hidan said as he bit off a piece of chicken from a skewer.
"Yeah, I'm not exactly happy with Deidara, either." Kisame said with a sight, picking up a large piece of fish and putting the whole thing in his mouth, chewing politely and swallowing. "I say we get a drink and forget about those assholes." Kisame said and put a piece of fried bread in his mouth.
"That's the spirit!" Hidan cheered. "Fuck the others!"
"Drinking isn't against Jashin?" Kisame asked.
"No! Why the hell would drinking be against Jashin?" Hidan looked semi-offended, which was half as offended as he usually looked.
"I don't know, I'm not a Jashin…ist… So I wouldn't know." Kisame said, holding up his hands in a defensive manner.
"Well, then, later I'm explaining the basics of Jashinism to you." Kisame rolled his eyes at that comment. "Don't fucking roll your eyes, heathen!" Kisame couldn't help but chuckle.
"That's almost cute, Hidan." Kisame said. He laughed out when he noticed the pink tint on Hidans face.
"What?!" Hidan demanded.
"Nothing, nothing." Kisame said.
The two ordered a few drinks, just enough to get a slight buzz going.
"Well, I think we've wasted enough of Kakuzu's money. Let's head back." Kisame said and stretched. "Oh, leave a good tip though. That'll really piss him off." Kisame said with a chuckle.
"Yeah." Hidan giggled a bit, leaving a gracious tip.
The two headed back to the base, finding a very aggravated Kakuzu.
"Where the hell did you go?" Kakuzu demanded.
"Out." Hidan responded. "None of your damn business."
"Out? Why the hell did you go out? What reason do you have to go out?" Kakuzu asked.
"Kisame and I went out for lunch, stop fucking bugging me!" Hidan shouted, balling his hands into fists at his sides. "Its enough that you and Tobi are fucking like rabbits in the room we have to fucking share, and now I can't even go out without you hounding me! Jashin damn you! What I do with my life outside our missions is none of your business! It's not like you care, anyway!" Hidan had said today's secret word. Care. Everyone in the immediate area was staring at him. Of course Kakuzu didn't care, he was an Akatsuki member. That's right! Hidan thought, No one cares!
Kakuzu was ranting about something and Kisame just stood there. Sasori stood and closed his book, angrily glaring at the group as he walked by. Konan had been in the kitchen, contemplating getting a sweet bun, but when the guys started to yell, she decided against it and walked away. She hated being in a house full of men, men with tempers made it worse.
Kakuzu stormed off after a while, leaving only Kisame and Hidan.
"Jashin fucking damn it…" Hidan whispered. His shoulders were quaking.
"Hey…" Kisame said, putting one of his large hands on Hidans shoulder. He squeezed gently. There, something to grip.
"I want to lock myself in a room and stare at the wall for a while." Hidan admitted.
"That's no fun." Kisame said.
"Can you think of anything better to do?" Hidan asked, glaring at the other.
"Uh…" Kisame stared at the angry white haired man for a while.
"You could tell me about Jashinism…I guess." Kisame said, taking his hand back and shrugging.
"Well, that would be more interesting than staring at a wall…" Hidan admitted. He sure was talkative today. "Sit." Hidan instructed, pointing to the couch in the
living room. Kisame yet again shrugged, taking off his cloak and sitting, stretching out. Hidan sat next to him and began explaining his religion to the shark man.
About an hour later, surprisingly, no one had interrupted, Hidan had finished his explanation.
"Wow, really? You can do all that as long as you do it in the name of Jashin?" Kisame asked, leaning forward a bit.
"Yeah, really." Hidan said, grinning.
"What about sex? You never mentioned that." Kisame asked, truly curious.
"Oh. Sex? Uh…" Hidan said. "A Jashinist can have sex, but I didn't think to mention it because…" Hidan trailed off.
"Because what?" Kisame asked, smirking. "You're not a virgin, are you?" Kisame asked.
"Please! I'm, like, ten times your age! So, by theory, I've had ten times as much sex as you!" Hidan said.
"In theory." Kisame said with a chuckle. "Do you even know what a vagina looks like?" Kisame asked.
"Who said I like women?" Hidan asked.
"You can be gay and be a Jashinist too? That is something!" Kisame said, chuckling lightly. "Fine, then. Have you ever seen a penis other than your own?" Hidan was blushing at this point, which only made Kisame chuckle harder.
"I don't think that's any of your business!" Hidan said, looking angry. Kisame leaned in closer to Hidan and smiled, revealing rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth.
"What if I want to make it my business?" Kisame asked.
"Then that would be creepy!" Hidan said, though he let out a small chuckle and pushed Kisame away.
"Ahh…" Kisame breathed, stretching out on his end of the couch. "This is nice, I could fall asleep right here. I've got everything I need, intelligent conversation and
a pillow." Kisame said, taking the pillow from behind his back and putting it behind his head.
"Yeah." Hidan agreed. "Tomorrow we should really talk to leader-sama about the fucking room arrangements…"
"Fucking…" Kisame said with a grunt. "In some cases literally."
"Well, I'm going to forget that now and sleep. Try and get that shit out of my head." Hidan said, stretching out, putting his feet in Kisames lap.
Kisame chuckled and just let the other lay his feet there, after all, it wasn't bothering him. The two fell asleep, happier than usual.
AN: Yay! I did one all by myself! I'm a big girl now! laughs Well, read and review! Thankies!