Hidan hated having to wear something; the cloak was restrictive, warm, itchy and hard to manage. Early in the morning he had trouble finding it. And it was hard to take the heat. "Kakuzu! Help me!" he yelled, grabbing his partner by the collar. An Akatsuki member was not allowed to take his own cloak off before sleeping hours. "Fucking help me, damn it! I'm begging you! Please!"
"What do you want now?" sighed Kakuzu, still slightly lifted by Hidan's grasp. He stared down at the man, closing his eyes. It would be something stupid, he knew.
"Take my cloak off!" shouted the white haired man, causing his partner's eyes to widen.
"Why?" questioned the tanned man, back on his feet and staring down at his partner.
"I'm not allowed to, so you should take it off for me! It's warm and it's itchy and it smells like day-old sushi!" snapped the purple-eyed man, baring his teeth.
"That's because you ate sushi yesterday and haven't cleaned your cloak," Kakuzu bluntly replied, sighing. "Is it really that warm?"
"Yes!" Hidan and Kakuzu exchanged stares. "And it's really uncomfy!"
Kakuzu sighed and wacked Hidan on the back of his head. "The day I undress you will be the day I don't know myself anymore."