"I said I would pick you up."
"It's okay, I already started walking."
"I have driven halfway there. Are you serious? You make me drive halfway there, and you're not going to be waiting there?"
"…I"
"Sumire."
"I'm sorry. I'll go back."
Her phone clicked off. Sumire turned around and headed back to her school. On the way, a car pulled up beside her.
"Get in." Hisashi was glaring.
She opened the door when he came to a stop, and she sat in the passenger seat. He slammed on the accelerator jerking them forward while she clipped her seatbelt. She gasped then curled up in the chair.
"I try to do nice things for you…"
She stared at the dashboard, not wanting to look at him.
"So fuckin ungrateful."
She leaned further away from him suddenly feeling very suffocated in the space of the car. A short while later they were stopped. She stepped out of the car and followed him into the small apartment.
6 Years Later…
Hidan stretched his arms above his head, and he pondered Sumire's confession. She's going to be homeless then. Well doesn't that fucking suck. I could offer her my room. A devilish smile came upon his face. This is perfect. This is Jashin-sama's doing. He made it so I could have the opportunity to make her mine. Thank you Jashin-sama, I will follow your signs. Hidan stood and walked away from the group, mumbling about going to the restroom. Instead, he walked out of the front door looked around for Sumire. She's gone? Where the fuck did she go? His eyes scanned his surroundings before resting on a small figure in the distance. He could barely make out the long dark hair and the petite form. Walking home alone at night? He quickly followed after her.
"Oi!" he yelled.
Sumire stopped, recognizing the voice of Hidan. I don't feel like talking to anyone, but I can't just try to run away.
"Short-shit where the hell are you going?"
"Home…" she responded weakly.
"It's late, and that ass-fuck could be lurking around."
"I'll be fine." She turned away from him. The irony.
He grasped her arm rather roughly and spun her back around.
"Stop being stupid,"
She glared at him.
"I just want to go home, can you please let go?"
"Right, but what about when it's not your home anymore?"
Her gazed dropped to the floor at being reminded. Hidan, though not usually perceptive, noticed. He let go of her arm.
"You can come to my place."
She didn't look up at him.
"Are you listening?"
"I still have until Tuesday; I don't need a place to sleep tonight."
He groaned:
"No, I mean you can stay at my place."
Her gaze rose to his.
"What?"
Frustration filled his expression.
"You can move into my place."
He's offering to let me stay with him? Is it just so he can bug me at work and at home, there's no way I can handle that.
"Thank you, but I should really try to find a place of my own."
His purple irises flashed with anger.
"Fine, but if you can't find anywhere else, the door is open. Don't say I'm not a nice fucking guy."
Sumire actually laughed:
"You're a terrible fucking guy Hidan."
A smirk pulled at the edge of his lips.
"You really got a mouth on you now, huh, short shit?"
"Look who's talking."
"You're fucking lucky you're cute."
Huh? Huh? What is that supposed to mean? The look of surprise on her face made him grin.
"I'm walking you home."
She huffed:
"Fine."
They walked side by side down the street, he was punching numbers into his phone.
"Yo Kakuzu,"
Sumire glanced up at him.
"Yeah, I'm taking the little one home."
Little one?
"Someone's gotta take her home."
She could hear Kakuzu's deep voice, grumpily accosting him.
"Yeah yeah, whatever." Hidan sighed.
He moved the phone a foot away from his ear and rolled his eyes as the scolding continued. Sumire giggled.
"What? I can't hear you? I guess I'm losing my connection." He shut his flip phone, "And it's gone."
Sumire shook her head, still giggling at him.
"Pein said we could strike on Friday, so I don't know why he was being such a hard-ass."
She hummed amused.
"So, have you thought about it?"
"Thought about what?"
"Moving in with me."
She sighed.
"C'mon, I swear I won't bug you. You get the room I get the futon in the living room."
"Why are you so serious about this?"
"…I dunno."
She sighed again, her head tilting back in annoyance.
"I guess I want to prove I'm not as bad as you think I am." I also want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so bad it hurts.
"Don't force your kindness on people, that's not actually kind."
"…sorry…fine…"
She studied his disappointed expression. God, him pouting is just…
"Do you promise to be respectful?"
He grinned at her:
"Totally."
"I feel like I'm gonna regret this."
"You won't, I promise."
She sighed yet again, turning the corner onto her street. Hidan walked her all the way to her front door. He watched her as she unlocked the door and stepped inside.
"So, this is your apartment…"
He peeked in.
"You can come in. There's not much here."
He entered the apartment and closed the door behind him. He slipped off his shoes and continued to snoop while she went to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Sumire washed her face and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. When she came back out, she found Hidan standing in the main tatami room gazing at the blank walls.
"What are you doing?"
"It is really empty. No decorations, nothing."
"Yeah, I don't have any…" Sumire leaned against the wall. "Want some tea?" Why do I feel like I don't have to be formal with him?
"Naw, I'm good." He twirled on his heel, a grin still on his face.
"Do you have a lot of stuff?"
"No, not really."
"You like living simple?"
"No…" she fidgeted nervously, "I just recently started accumulating things…"
He stood near her, looking down at her lowered face.
"…hmm…"
"I was homeless for a while."
"So, you know what that's like?"
"…un…"
"That sucks."
She let out a breathy laugh.
"You always say things so nonchalantly."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Can't be too serious, makes life a bore."
She looked up at him.
"So, is that why you weren't freaking out too much, about becoming homeless again? You're used to it."
"…you never get used to being homeless…"
"Yeah, that's… yeah…"
She nodded slightly.
"Cool if I sleep here tonight?"
"Huh?" her eyes widened.
"Well, it's late. I'm already warm…"
She sighed loudly.
"And if that asshole comes around again, I can get a couple more hits in." he cracked his knuckles.
Oh yeah… he… Her expression remained somber. He hit him, didn't he?
"Hey."
She looked up again.
"Are you feeling sorry for him?"
"No… I was just…"
"Don't you feel sorry for him." He pointed an accusing finger at her. "He doesn't deserve your tears. Cry about something that matters, like… I don't know… a pet dying… or… dropping your ice cream."
She started to laugh, and his grin returned.
"So random…" she wiped a tear.
"So I can stay?"
"Fine, always trying to insert yourself in my life."
"That's not the only thing I want to insert myself in."
"Wow." She shook her head. "Terrible. Absolutely terrible."
"Fuck." He groaned. "I'm losing my mojo."
"I have a feeling you never had any."
"Sharp little tongue you got there."
She stuck it at him.
"Fuckin cute too."
"Enough already. I'll find you a blanket and a pillow."
He bit his bottom lip as she disappeared down the hall. I'll make her fall for me, no matter how long it takes.
X
Sumire awoke to a loud exhaling sound. She rose from her bed, glancing around her room for the source then remembered. Hidan is here. Since he was asleep, his snores filling the space of her apartment, she dashed into the shower then came out dried and fully dressed. She noticed the sound was gone, so she went to the main tatami room. He was gazing up at the ceiling with a dazed expression. When he saw her his eyes lit up.
"Oh hey there. I'm fucking starving."
"I only have some rice… I might have a can of something."
"Let's go get breakfast." He stood up and stretched his limbs high above his head.
"I don't… I can't…"
"My treat."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Where?"
"Somewhere nearby."
He stretched again as he bent over by the front door to put on his shoes. Sumire waited a moment to put on her own. The area was not very large, and Hidan's build took up most of it. He opened the door while she finished and she followed him outside, closing and locking it behind her.
A few blocks over they found a McDonald's. Inside the air was thick with the scent of frying food. Sumire reflexively grabbed his sleeve as they joined the line. He glanced at her, she was looking around nervously.
Is she worried he'll show up? He thought while looking around.
I hate places like this. There are always so many people.
"What do you want?"
"A sausage biscuit and coffee is fine."
She stepped closer to him, still holding onto his sleeve. By the time, they reached the cashier she had both hands on his muscular forearm. Hidan ordered for them then led her to a seat where she plopped down and sighed loudly.
"What's up with you?"
"I hate places like this." she moaned.
"Why?"
"Too many people."
"You do fine at work."
"Yeah, but I know you guys." She sighed again, letting herself slump in her seat. "Fast food places are so busy, so many people, so many strangers."
He drummed his fingers on the table while eyeing the hair that framed her round face. Her tired eyes were focused on the table. At least I'm here with someone and not alone.
He watched the rise and fall of her eyelashes as she slowly blinked and the parting of her pink lips as she breathed out. She's so fucking adorable.
Their order was called, and he left her alone. Sumire tapped her foot nervously against the linoleum, still peering at those in the fast food restaurant, waiting to be recognized or bothered by any of them. I wish I were at the coffee shop down my street. It's always so empty. Hidan returned with a tray stacked with paper wrapped breakfast sandwiches.
"…what?"
He chuckled:
"You may eat like a bird, but I got an appetite baby."
He handed her one of the sandwiches. She unwrapped and took a small bite while watching him chomp into the first of many breakfast sandwiches. By the time she was halfway through he had swallowed down three sandwiches.
"…I am amazed."
"I was hungry, cutie."
He downed the last of his orange juice and ate a hash brown in two bites. He offered her one.
"Thank you," she switched back and forth between nipping at her sandwich and the hash brown.
"God, you just…" he rested his chin in his hand with a smile, "everything you do is so cute."
"…Hidan, please stop!"
"Stop what?"
"With the compliments. Please. It's… tiring."
He grunted and started tearing into another biscuit.
"Stop trying so hard."
He frowned at his food. Sumire sighed and polished off the last of the hash brown. Her tongue licked the salt from her lips, and she sipped at her black coffee. I should really think about finding someone else to move in with. He and I… don't get along well. Being around him is so tiring. If I live with him, he'll just… keep bothering me.
"You're a tsundere aren't you?"
Her gaze darted up to his face.
"What?"
"Tsundere." He was grinning.
"Please. Hidan. I'm begging you. Stop."
"Okay. Okay. I'm done. I'm serious. Let's go pack your things."
"…" Should I really move in with him?
"What? You having second thoughts?"
"…"
"Okay. Sorry for pushing you into it." he collected the trash and tossed it away.
She walked out of the fast-food restaurant behind him. His shoulders were hunched. He ambled along slowly. I know he's disappointed, but I shouldn't force myself to move in with him if… He sighed loudly. Damn him.
"Hidan."
He turned around slowly.
"We can give it a try, but… if you try anything, I'm leaving, okay."
He nodded:
"Yeah."
X
"I don't think I've never actually heard of that district."
Sumire had finished packing her clothes. Hidan was in the doorway with one leg crossed over the other and his arms folded in front of him.
"It's pretty small. Cheap too." He pensively scanned the room. "Not as nice as this place."
She turned the suitcase over and ejected the handle with a loud click.
"A home is a home." She smiled at him. "Whatever you make of the space you have. No matter how shabby you have somewhere to sleep."
"Ugh, stop. I'm not into sweets."
She giggled, and a smirk curled up the edge of his lips.
"Get used to it. I make sappy speeches all the time."
"Fuck." He groaned playfully.
She patted his chest as she passed him with her suitcase. He snatched up her duffle bag and a small full box in her room.
"Do you have more stuff?"
"Yeah, but I can get it later."
She locked the door behind her, and they set off down the street once again. Sumire was surprised by how much he talked. Once he got going, whatever the topic, he went on for a while. She would occasionally get a word in, usually a single yes or no and he would be off again. She was grateful. Sometimes listening to someone talk is better. The more he talks, the less I have to.
Three buses later they found themselves in a neighborhood with tightly packed apartments. The pavement was full of cracks and holes, whole slabs of cement raised from the growth of tree roots. Sumire noticed a large amount of overflowing trash cans and discarded miscellaneous items. An air of nostalgia enveloped her.
"Actually," she began.
He looked at her.
"I think I have been here before."
"Have you?"
"Un, my friend brought me here once to smoke some weed."
He released a loud guffaw, his free hand went to his stomach.
"You? Weed? Don't fuck with me!" he spoke between his loud, bellowing laughter.
Sumire's cheeks burned with embarrassment.
"Believe it or not, I was a pretty hard kid."
His laughter increased in volume.
"Hard kid, huh?"
She "humph"ed as they approached a small home.
"I have the unit here." He led her down a stone path to another, similar looking home.
As they entered he asked:
"Do you still smoke?"
She shook her head.
"Now the smell makes me nauseous."
He let out a sigh. Thank Jashin, I don't want to be around any more junkies. The unit was comprised of a tiny living room with a dark blue couch. There was a black shag rug beneath the sofa and the small glass table. Across from the living room was a small kitchen with a stove and one counter next to a refrigerator. In the extremely short hallway were two narrow wooden doors.
"This is the futon." He kicked off his shoes and went over the dark blue couch.
He pushed his socked foot against it, and it slid down into a twin sized mattress.
"I'll sleep here, you can take my room."
"…thank you."
"This door, bathroom." He opened the one on the left. "This door, my-well. Your room."
She stepped inside, and her eyes widened. In the corner was a messy queen sized bed with black velvet sheets. To the left was an altar or at least that's what it looked like, covered in candles and strange metal figurines. On the floor in front of the platform was a red painted symbol that she recognized as the same he wore around his neck.
"You like it?"
"Very unique."
"The bed is super soft."
"It looks super soft."
She knew he was grinning behind her. I keep forgetting he's into that weird religion.
"Oh, also, don't go into the closet yet."
"…okay."
"I've got to clean some stuff."
"…dead body?" she asked playfully.
"I wish."
What the hell am I doing here? Seriously, Sumire what are you thinking?
"Just some toys."
She rolled her suitcase into the room, glancing back at him then at the closet door again.
"Be good, and I'll let you play with them."
She spun around:
"Hey! You promised!"
"That wasn't that bad!"
"Keep it cool!"
"Got it, got it." Someday baby, someday.
"…what do you mean… toys?"
"Curious?" Yes. Jashin-sama you brought me this woman for a reason.
"…a little."
The phrase excited him immensely. He walked to the closet door and gripped the handle.
"You sure?"
She went to his side, her small hands grasped hold of his bicep. He opened the door, and she gasped.
Inside was a stack of clear bins and on the wall, were multiple hooks. Various articles of clothing were hanging, as was expected of a closet, but what was inside the container and on the hooks had caused her to gasp. Hanging from the hooks was rope each of a different material. One leather, one twine, some felt. Below that were handcuffs, one metal, and many soft looking cuffs. In the stack of bins were oddly shaped objects. She had an idea of what they were, but she didn't want to believe it.
"What…"
"These are samples I get, but I don't use the dildos."
Her face turned crimson.
"Some guys like butt stuff, I am not that guy."
"Why do you get samples… those types of samples…"
"I have an account to this one shop online. I'm a gold member, so they send me free stuff."
He reached into the bin and pulled out a large plastic bag.
"I have an insane amount of lube samples."
Her eyes widened, and she took the bag from his hands.
"…can I organize this?"
"What?"
"…can I organize this bag. I really want to organize this bag."
He chuckled:
"Alright, you little weirdo."
She sat with crossed legs on the hardwood floor and dumped out the contents of the bag. Must organize. Must make neat. So colorful, must coordinate. Hidan sat across from her and watched as she stacked similar lubricant samples atop one another.
"There are flavored ones?"
One second she's super shy and the next she's messing around with lube. This chick is fucking hilarious.
"Does it really taste like strawberries?"
"Try it."
She carefully tore the corner from the small packet. A bit of the reddened ooze trickled out when she squeezed. Blood rushed to his groan at the sight of her placing her finger in her mouth. She made a face.
"It tastes like medicine."
"Gross, one-star review. Try the blueberry one."
He licked his lips as she did the same with a small blue packet. She let out a sound of surprise.
"That one's not bad."
"Five-stars." He bit his lip.
She ignored him and tossed the open packets into the tiny trash can he held out to her. She picked another pack up.
"Tingling?"
"What's that?"
"It says it's tingling."
She opened the edge and squeezed some between her two fingers. She rubbed and waited, but after a few minutes, nothing changed.
"It doesn't feel tingly."
"You'd probably feel it if it was on your pussy."
Her flush returned. Dirty words. Oh gosh.
"You should give it a try." He growled it lowly.
"Maybe… at some point…" I'm getting nervous.
"I'd be happy to help." He took the packet and squeezed some onto his fingers.
"Want to find out?" he rubbed the digits together. "Just a little?"