This is not the educational, gender-bending fanfic I promised you. That is still being worked on. I know I should be working on others but I am relying on this fic to rid me of my writer's block.
Pairing: KakuHida
Additional: SasoDei, KisaIta, PainKonan, and MadaZetTobi
*If you do not like AU that gives Kakuzu kids, read anyways. Theymightnotbehis. ;)
Hidan groaned, entering the second therapy building he had been to this day. He had been ordered to see a psychiatrist by his roommate/self-proclaimed girlfriend. He hated psychiatrists and how they made him feel like he had some serious problem with the way he had lived his life since before he could remember. He was perfectly fine and considered himself perfectly sane as well. He arrived at the receptionist desk where a girl named Shizune sat.
She glanced up at him from her monitor then handed him a clipboard. Hidan rolled his magenta eyes and sat on one of the nearby benches to fill the all-too-familiar form out. Once he finished, he handed her the paper work and then stormed out. He had finally decided to give up. Besides, he had to work early. He pulled his vibrating cell from his pocket and answered.
"Yes, bitch?"
"There's an emergency, yeah." Deidara, his coworker and closest friend informed him.
"Is it work-related or Sasori-related?" Hidan sighed, flagging a taxi.
"Er... both, un? I'm waiting outside your apartment now, hm."
–
Hidan arrived at his apartment and pulled the blonde inside after assuring himself his roommate was gone. He sent Deidara to the couch then headed to the kitchen to grab a beer. Deidara pulled a face as he heard the can open.
"So what did the asshole do now?" He sighed, chugging some of the can's contents.
"He asked me out tonight, hm." Deidara blushed and Hidan groaned.
"Ugh, I'm guessing you accepted this time?"
"H-He was so... it was so different from the previous times though, hm." He explained, fiddling with his gloves.
"So how is this a fucking emergency?" Hidan scoffed.
"I was wondering if... could you take over my shift, hm?" He stuttered, "And don't worry about me. Kisame said he'd send Itachi to follow me, hm." He growled their coworkers name which drew a smirk from Hidan.
"Fine. Better than going to a fucking quack."
"Oh... I forgot you were supposed to find one today, yeah."
"Well, anything else, bitch?"
"... Help me prepare?"
–
After Hidan helped Deidara dress for his date with yet another of their coworkers, they headed outside just as Hidan's roommate made her return. Outside they waited for Sasori to pull up and then drop Hidan off at the strip club in which they worked. He greeted Kisame at the back and made his way backstage.
Their strip club, dubbed the Akatsuki, was a place with mostly female workers yet provided a small variety of males since the owner's wife would not let her husband have it without them. She was unusually laid back with the whole thing regardless. It's not like the building had private rooms nor allowed their stripteasers to lose all their clothes. No drugs were allowed although there was a bar which was usually tended by Sasori although tonight Zetsu was filling in.
At the door, Tobi was greeting the guests and leading them to tables. Hidan would work in the small kitchen area and sometimes served the guests but tonight he would be filling in for Deidara. He would not have time. Hidan was pulled from his thoughts as their boss, Pain, approached him.
"Alright, Hidan, Sasori informed me of Deidara's illness and told me he would be nursing him back to health. That means you'll have to dance twice as good as usual. For the first dance, two women will be chosen to assist you. The song will be Pornstar Dancing by My Darkest Days (that's a recommendation, readers). Break a leg."
"Tch."
–
Hidan paced back stage after changing, giving orders to his back-up dancers. At the entrance, Tobi led a tall brunette and a young man with blonde hair to the bar. Zetsu smirked and greeted the man familiarly.
"Didn't expect to see you here, Kakuzu." His other personality then gave a sarcastic comment, "Miss us at today's session?"
"Not really, Madara stopped by and informed me you would not be coming." The man replied.
"Who's the runt?" He motioned to the kid.
"Ex's son." He shrugged, "It's his 22nd birthday and I brought him here to celebrate it."
"Never been to a bar, let alone a strip club." He grinned, looking to the stage, "Father was always too cheap to do these things before mom killed herself."
"It's not because your wretch of a mother is dead." Kakuzu scoffed.
"Is it because Madara offered you that discount?" Zetsu snickered.
"Of course." Kakuzu scoffed once more, "He even considered making me Akatsuki's company therapist or whatever."
"Heh. We could use one. That's not nice." Zetsu's slightly kinder personality interjected, "Just because Deidara and Sasori have relationship problems, Konan and Pain too... Doesn't mean they need a therapist."
"Don't forget that Itachi-san blames himself for his family's death and Hidan-kun has numerous problems." Tobi giggled, joining Zetsu behind the counter.
"Hidan?" The name struck familiarity with Kakuzu, "I think he was that bastard that stormed out today. Shizune told me he looked, as she put it, 'super hot and cool'." He rolled his eyes.
"Well, Hidan-kun is-" Tobi stopped as music started playing.
Hidan took the stage in tight leather pant and a matching jacket. Behind him and to either side were two girls wearing similar yet slightly more feminine leather clothing. Hidan stood at the front of the stage and began lip synching the song while moving his body. The girls headed straight for the poles the second the chorus started.
She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go... (I won't bore you with details)
Kakuzu watched in slight awe as Hidan started to peel off his jacket. The dancer paused, scanning the crowd and his eyes locked on Kakuzu's. He usually threw his jacket to the squealing fangirls before him but he really liked this jacket. The thing is, if you have a piece of clothing you can salvage, you get to keep it. He smiled seductively to put on a show then threw his jacket to Kakuzu. He caught it instinctively, earning a snicker from his son.
Hidan snickered as well but on the inside before winking then turning his attention to the pole. He went back to dancing and this time, Kakuzu was watching him with a scowl on his face. He could tell, psychiatry being his profession, that the dancer was mocking him in some way. He was dressed in a trench coat and was wearing a mask over his mouth for crying out loud. Towards the end he was able to tear his eyes away from the stage and glanced over his shoulder.
His son's brown eyes were darting from the lead stripper to one of the female dancers. He smirked beneath his mask, glad he was not the only guy admiring the male's dance. He returned his attention to the stage just as the dance ended and the trio headed back stage. Hidan still had his pant on although they had been unbuttoned. He wondered, briefly, about the man he had thrown his jacket to. He had been unable to keep his eye on the man through the whole dance since he had others that carved his attention. He hurriedly zipped up his pants then headed to the bar.
Zetsu rose an eyebrow as he approached but Hidan's growl kept him from making a remark. Hidan had never told anyone he liked guys as much, if not more, then women. It was why he chose a woman for a roommate. Although he was beginning to regret whom he had chosen. Kakuzu and the blonde were still sitting at the bar and Hidan wondered if the young man was his date. The thought gave him an unpleasant feeling in his chest but he ignored it, tapping the intimidating man on the shoulder.
"Oi, you still have my jacket, fucker?" Any kind thoughts regarding Hidan's personality left Kakuzu's head and he growled in response to the rude question.
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. I bet those fangirls of yours would pay me their heart, literally, for this." He held up the jacket, "Do you expect me to hand it back?"
"As a matter of fact, I do." Hidan growled.
Tobi sighed and exchanged a quick look with Zetsu. He then pulled out his phone and sent a text to both Itachi and Deidara before going over to Kisame. Kisame groaned when Tobi informed him of Hidan's recent foolishness and followed him back to the bar. Hidan was already showing the signs known by the security guard and close friends. Kisame sighed and grabbed Hidan's shoulder. He was surprised when Hidan whipped around and ran off rather than shouting. He darted backstage, searching desperately for his knife.
Back at the bar, Kisame was on the phone with Itachi telling him to hurry. He sighed once he hung up and turned to Kakuzu. The man was staring at the stage with mild curiosity. His son was merely downing another cup of alcohol.
"I'm sorry about Hidan, sir." Pain had arrived, "He can snap quite suddenly. If he harmed you in any way-"
"I'm fine, I just asked why he threw my the jacket and he ran off." Kakuzu shrugged.
"Did he run backstage, hm?" Deidara had arrived and was panting heavily.
Behind him, Sasori strode in, carrying Itachi over his shoulder. The other people in the bar had left soon after Hidan's dance had ended. Kakuzu nodded in response to his question and the blonde ran off after him. Sasori sighed and handed Itachi to Kisame before going behind the counter with Zetsu.
"You just had to interrupt our date as it was getting good, didn't you?" He seethed, pouring himself a glass, "You should have just let Hidan kick the bastard's ass."
"Him? Kick dad's ass?" The young blonde laughed, "Yeah right."
"Oh... well... a beating would have done Hidan good... is what I wish I could say but-" There was a scream from a girl backstage.
"Danna! Hidan's done it again, yeah." Deidara called, annoyed.
"I'll get the first aid kit then, I suppose." Sasori sighed, putting down his full drink back on the counter.
"Kisame, why don't you go ahead and escort him back to his car. Itachi, if you're up to it, go with Sasori and help clean up." Pain instructed, "We're terribly sorry for Hidan's behavior and I hope you'll visit us again... something tells me he won't be in for awhile."
Before Kakuzu could determine the meaning of Pain's words, Kisame ushered him outside. The blonde trailed after, wobbling a bit. Kisame tipped his invisible hat then opened the back door for him while Kakuzu (sober!) got behind the wheel.
–
The next day, Hidan woke up in the hospital alone. He sat up in his bed and looked down at his wrist which was wrapped in bandages despite it being fully healed. He sighed heavily then made to get out of bed. He stopped when the door opened, revealing his roommate in the doorway. She was glaring at him, her arms crossed and he rolled his eyes.
"I told you to go to the therapist but no. You head straight to fill in for your faggot friend."
"Don't call him that, bitch. You got no right." Hidan snapped.
"I'm sick of this, Hidan." She suddenly sighed, "I think we should break up."
"We were never fucking dating, damnit!" His eye twitched.
"Either way, I think I'll keep the apartment to myself. I'll have Kisame take all your shit for you."
"Whatever." He rolled his eyes, "If that's all, leave."
She gave a tight nod and then departed, passing a blonde boy with brown eyes. He shouted after her when he was bumped but she ignored him, head high. He rolled his eyes then passed by Hidan's room. He froze and did a double-take. He was surprised to find the dancer from the previous night at the bar there and entered his room, hesitating.
"You-you dance, danced, beautifully." He stammered.
"Hm? Aren't you that little bastard that was with that one fucker?" He replied dully.
"Uh... yeah... I'm his... uh... son." Hidan frowned deeply at this information.
"So what are you doing here?"
"My stupid sister went out partying last night. Her friend that was driving drunk, crashed and she's injured now." He sighed, stepping further into the room.
"How old is she?" Hidan did not know why he suddenly seemed curious but took advantage of the feeling.
"She's fifteen." He sighed, "I'm 22." Hidan closed his eyes; the kid was a year older than himself.
"How old is your dad?"
"Forty-something I guess..." He shrugged.
"I see..." Hidan sighed, 'Could be worse...' He thought.
"... You like him, don't you?" He snickered, examining Hidan's reactions, "I'm training to be a psychiatrist like my father." He explained.
"Tch. I fucking hate psychiatrists." Hidan growled.
"So now you're not going to ask my dad out because you don't like his profession?"
"What the hell kid... What about your mom?"
"Bitch died when I was fifteen, dumbass." He scoffed, "It was an arranged marriage. Grandpa was a business man and dad really didn't give a fuck about love, or so he claimed. He says love is unimportant and for the weak." His tone suggested he did not believe his father's opinion.
"So what if she-"
"She was an abusive, drunken whore."
"Oh."
"Jyru!" Kakuzu's voice sounded from the hallway.
"Coming Kakuzu—dad. Here's my number." Jyru winked, "If dad won't take you, I just might."
"... Good to know..." Hidan deadpanned. (_)
"Hey father, guess who's in that room."
"No. Come on, your sister is ready to leave. She's lucky she just broke an arm and a leg."
"... Kakuzu... hm." Hidan sighed, drifting off.
"Kakuzu? Who's that, hm?" Hidan sat up ramrod straight as he heard Deidara's mischievous tone in the doorway.
"No one. Just some fucking bastard of a psychiatrist." He snapped.
"Kisame called and told me about Sara kicking you out. Unfortunately... I'm moving in with Sasori-danna, hm."
"Oh great. Again?" Hidan scoffed.
"Oh be nice." Deidara pouted, "Kisame said he would let you stay but..."
"Itachi's an ass."
"Yes, but his little brother lives with them too, yeah..."
"Tch. Just fucking great. Now I'm living in the gutter."
"N-Not necessarily... what about Zet-"
"Rather not get eaten, thank you very much."
"That's not-"
"Don't care. The guy's as insane as Tobi. And they live together!"
"Well where do you-" Deidara stopped as Hidan's phone rang.
"How the fuck did that brat get my number?" He hissed after answering the phone.
"The brat didn't get your number. I did, dumbass."
"Kakuzu." He seethed.
"And how'd you get my name?"
"The brat."
"You going to stalk me now?"
"Hypocrite."
"Hey, Madara's the one that gave me your number." Kakuzu laughed, "He said you needed a therapist. Badly. I'm Zetsu's therapist so I thought I'd take you in."
"Literally? 'Cause I need a place to live." Deidara rose a brow.
"Hell n-"
"Please daddy?" Hidan snickered as he recognized Jyru's voice, "I'll take care of him, feed him, walk him-"
"Fine. Fine. It'll be easier that way although you'll have to pay rent."
"Fuck."
–
Deidara clambered out of the car after Hidan, staring in awe at the huge home before them. It was later that afternoon and Hidan had headed straight to the address Zetsu had given Sasori. Said redhead was impatiently waiting in the car so he could resume his date with Deidara. What little stuff Hidan had owned still had not made it to Kisame's so all he had with him was some of his friend's clothes. Unfortunately, no one else used hair gel so his gray hair was loose.
They walked up to the gate and looked around, curious. A man spotted them from the porch and made his way over. The fancily dressed man opened the gate after confirming it was Hidan then led him inside. It was a two story home, excluding attic and basement with a double staircase in the middle of the entry way. It was very much like a mansion you would see in typical movies involving a rich character in search of friends or, dare I say it, love.
"Prince, your guest has arrived." The man, one of two servants called.
Jyru showed at the top of the staircase and gave a huge grin once he saw Hidan. He rushed down but then quickly regained composure. His eagerness was masked decently.
"Glad you could make it here safely, Hidan. I'll take you to your room. Do you have stuff for us to bring in or...?"
"No, his girlfriend still hasn't given Kisame Hidan's stuff, hm." Deidara snickered.
"She is not my girlfriend!"
"Anymore."
"Never was."
"Um... So... your room will be upstairs... below mine." He informed Hidan, leading him up after dismissing his servant, Ginji. "I have the attic, Gina has the basement."
Deidara would have followed them but he knew how much his boyfriend hated to be kept waiting. He excused himself with a heavy sigh then hurried to the car. Hidan was shown the guest bathroom and then Kakuzu's bedroom. The door was closed so they did not go in and instead passed it. They arrived at a medium sized room that had clearly been the nursery at some point. At least the cribs had been moved to the side for a twin-size mattress to be placed on the floor. Hidan did not mind, he had lived in far worse.
"Sorry about the uncool room." Jyru smirked, draping an arm over Hidan's shoulder, "You're welcome to share my bed anytime."
"Tch, whatever." Hidan rolled his eyes, maneuvering out from under the older man's arm, "Where's Kakuzu?"
"He went to the office for Zetsu's therapy session." He shrugged, "Our maid is planning on making food although it won't be much. We only eat good when father's home."
"I can cook something..." Hidan mumbled.
"Ah, my perfect little house wife!" Jyru joked.
"Damnit, you gotta stop fucking doing that." Hidan sighed.
"Why? You actually think my dad will return your feelings?" He smirked when his guest tensed, gritting his teeth.
"I don't give a shit about that. I just needed someplace to stay." He scoffed, pushing Jyru out of his new room and closing the door.
He cursed that there was no lock but found something to block the door. He pushed a small drawer in front of it. Unfortunately, if someone like Kakuzu tried to open the door, it would be no problem. He just Jyru had not inherited his father's strength. He sighed heavily and plopped on his mattress, ignoring the baby pink and blue painted wall and decorum. He had drifted off without even realizing it.
–
Kakuzu groaned, closing the door behind him. At the top of the stairs, Jyru and Gina waited for him. Gina was wearing her tank top and short shorts and Jyru his baggy pajama pants. It was already past ten at night. They greeted him formally and then Gina stormed downstairs to her room as she usually did. Jyru followed his father to his bedroom and, instead of heading to the attic, headed for Hidan's room. He growled, trying to open the door. After a few failed attempts he finally managed by getting assistance from Ginji.
He saw Hidan sleeping peacefully on the bed and stopped. Hidan reminded him of someone although he could not recall who. His face expressed sadness and he quietly moved the dresser away from the door before joining Hidan. He curled up at the stranger's side and fell asleep, just as he had with his father after his mother had died.
–
The next morning, Kakuzu awoke grumpy as usual. He rolled out of bed and looked for his slippers and robe. As he reached his door he stopped, recalling their newest family member. He hurried into the bathroom and threw on some clothes and his mask. He went straight for Hidan's new room and was shocked to find Hidan holding Jyru on his bed. Something pulled at his chest but he ignored it, pulling back the curtains so the harsh sunlight would wake them.
"Ugh, what the fuck."
"Morning father. Morning Hidan." Jyru yawned, stretching.
"Whoa! What the fuck are you doing in my bed?"
"Sleeping. I was cold in the attic." Jyru whined, rubbing his head on Hidan like a cat would it's mother.
"Bullshit. I bought you an electric blanket last winter and a heater. Go wake your sister now for breakfast." Kakuzu growled.
"Thanks. That kid's been hitting on me since I was hospitalized." He huffed.
"Well, you did put on quite a show the first time we met you." Kakuzu grabbed Hidan's arm, leading him out of the room, "I have somethings to ask you before you eat."
He passed his bedroom and opened the door to a large office space. A couch was pushed against one of the walls and a desk lay in front of the window with a computer on top. Kakuzu instructed Hidan to sit on the couch and got to his computer. Hidan snorted, doing as he was told.
"Tch. I hate professionals."
"Don't care. Start talking and I may or may not listen."
"Heathen bastard."
"Great, you're a religion nut."
"Jashin-damnit! I am not a fucking nut."
"'Jashin'..." Kakuzu mused, searching the word on the internet, "Tell me more about your cult."
"Keh. Jashin is all powerful and grants his most loyal priests immortality." He bragged, pulling up his sleeve, "That cut I gave myself that put me in the hospital is already nearly gone."
"So you heal fast. Big deal... I heal slower than the average human." Kakuzu rolled his eyes, looking at the various sacrifices Jashinists had to perform, "You into self-mutilation?"
"Sado-Masochist." He nodded.
"Good to know. I'm a bit of a sadist myself." He smirked.
"Can't take the pain though, can you?" Hidan snickered.
"So why suddenly sacrifice yourself after I refused to give you back that sweater? Were you upset?" He switched topics, already finished looking at what he wanted to know; homosexuality was accepted in the Jashin religion.
"No... I just... I... I sinned." He lied.
"How so?" He suspected the lie.
"I'm not telling." He snapped.
"Fine. What about the reason you now must live with me?" Kakuzu sighed.
"Bitch of a roommate kicked me out for no fucking reason." Hidan laughed, "Fuck, I saw it coming though. I usually don't stay in a home for more than six months and it was already past that before she kicked me out."
"'She'? Were you and her close?" Kakuzu could not help but ask.
"Fuck no. The whore was delusional though and probably thought we were dating."
"Sexual relations?"
"Why the hell should I tell you, pervert?"
"So you're a virgin."
"I never said that!"
"Well-"
"Kakuzu-sama, Gina is missing." Their butler announced, knocking lightly on the door.
"Do you have to work tonight, Hidan?" Kakuzu asked, standing up after locking his computer.
"Yeah, why?"
"Then we'll continue this there. Please try to look presentable since I might have a fifteen year old with me."
"Pedophile."
"Hypocrite." (Kakuzu thinks Hidan is older than Jyru)
–
Hidan sighed in relief once Jyru had dropped him off at Akatsuki. The other man had been hitting on him for the majority of the ride. Deidara waited for him backstage, grinning from ear-to-ear when Sasori kissed his cheek. Hidan rolled his eyes at the display but passed them quietly, heading to the girls' dressing room. None of the girls were surprised to see him except one pf the newbies that had not been informed of the gray-haired dancer's habit of dressing in their room.
"Hey Hidan." A blonde one greeted, pulling on rainbow clothes, "You dancing today?"
"I dunno. I just wanted to give Deidara some alone time with the asshole." He huffed.
"Sasori isn't that bad." She giggled.
"Well, either way, I better tell Pain I can't dance today. I have my fucking psychiatrist coming." Hidan groaned.
"Like that's stopped you before." One of the other girls commented.
"Nah, this one's different." He smiled faintly.
"Ooo, you got a crush on him?" Blondie winked.
"I thought Hidan was straight!" One of the fairly new dancers exclaimed.
"Later ladies." He winked on his way out.
"Bye Hidan!"
–
"Zetsu, I am going to kill you." Hidan growled, approaching the bar.
"Why?" He asked.
"You gave him my number." He hissed.
"Who?" Sasori had arrived, zipping up his pants after a trip to the bathroom.
"Kakuzu-san." Tobi giggled, popping up out of no where, "You're serving people tonight, right Hidan-kun?" Hidan gave a nod.
"Good to know I won't be alone then." Itachi said, handing Hidan a full tray as he passed, "One of your tables want some cola."
"Yeah, yeah." He sighed, heading to a table close to the stage. Two women danced on it when a big performance was not on, "Which of you ladies ordered some soda?"
"Do I look like a chick?" A white-haired man laughed.
"Kinda, Jiraiya." Hidan sighed, knowing one of Akatsuki's regulars, "I thought you usually sat at the bar."
"Nah, I gotta drive myself home tonight."
"Couldn't score?" Hidan snickered, placing a coke in front of him.
"Just don't feel up to it tonight. My god son is visiting."
"Hm." Hidan nodded once then went to tend to the kitchen.
He rolled his eyes when he saw Itachi's arms wrapped around their bouncer's muscled torso. He walked over to the stove and purposefully dropped some pots and pans. The pair sprung apart, blushing. Hidan pointed to the door and shooed them back out of the small kitchen. He saw an order on the counter and started to work.
–
"There you are, babe. What took you so long?"
A young man greeted a girl with long silver hair and brown eyes. Her casts had been discarded early, the pain dulled by extra doses of her pain killers. They were in the alley between a drug store and strip club, the sun already disappearing below the horizon.
"Now, look for the guy with gray hair. He's the one that killed Deer's mentor." The man whispered to his friends, holding onto his girlfriend's waist, "Gi-Gi, you'll stay here since you're too young. Provide get-away."
"Sure thing, Hiro-chan." She smiled.
He gave a nod then led the way to the entrance. They flashed their ID's to the blue bouncer then followed a masked man inside. The girl watched the entrance when a familiar car pulled up. She gasped as her father stepped out of the car and approached the door...
–
Kisame stopped Kakuzu at the door to tell him he would bring Hidan's stuff over after work. Kakuzu gave a nod then entered, asking Tobi to take him to Hidan. Tobi nodded enthusiastically and took him to the kitchen. Unfortunately, only Itachi was there.
"Where's Hidan-kun?"
"He said he was going to show Deidara the dance for tonight's performance and left me in the kitchen. Why?"
"His therapy guy his here."
"Hn." Itachi eyed Kakuzu for awhile, wishing he had brought his glasses.
"So he's backstage then?"
"Hn." Itachi nodded.
BANG. BANG.
"What the...?"
Kakuzu recognized the sound as gunshot and hurried out of the kitchen. People were sitting as though nothing had happened yet he was sure he had heard the gunfire. He returned to the kitchen as Tobi ran out informing Kisame. Itachi hurried to a side door and ushered Kakuzu through it. It led to the woman's dressing room. The girls were currently onstage with Deidara but Itachi continued through, looking around with caution.
"What's going on?"
"... Hn... Keep an eye out for Hidan." Was all the Uchiha said in response.
Applause sounded just as they reached the end of the dressing room and the dancers exited stage. Deidara frowned when he saw Itachi but then noticed Kakuzu. He blinked and flipped his long hair over his shoulder and out of his face.
"If you're looking for Hidan, he left through the alley when he saw them, hm." He pointed to a door and Itachi pulled Kakuzu through it and into the alley.
"Shit, outta bullets." An unknown voice cursed.
"Tell Gi-Gi to grab the bastard." Another instructed.
"Already did."
"Hey! You kids better scram." Kisame's voice sounded from the mouth of the alley and Itachi exhaled in relief.
"Did you get Hidan?" Itachi asked, showing himself once the kids ran off.
"He wasn't with them..." Kisame shook his head.
"Well then where is he? I still have to look for my ex's daughter." Kakuzu growled.
"He probably already headed home. No worries." Kisame shrugged, "This isn't the first time he's been targeted. He can look after himself."
–
Jyru sighed, plopping down on the couch in the living room. His sister could be such a trouble maker sometimes. He tensed as he heard a basement door open then headed for his sister's room. He tiptoed behind boxes, knowing his sister never checked behind them. He heard a groan and poked his head around the corner of one of the boxes. He nearly blew his cover as he gasped. Gina had Hidan tied to one of the beams supporting their house.
Her 'boyfriend', Hiro, was put in his line of sight next and then Shikamaru stepped from behind him. He was not a bad kid from what he had learned about the kid's brain power. Hiro had his way of turning the good bad though. Just like his poor baby sister.
"You killed Asuma." The boy's voice was cold.
"Asuma...?" Hidan frowned, "I don't recall the name. Then again..." He smirked, "Sacrifices often aren't given one."
"Bastard." Shikamaru cursed, punching Hidan's gut.
Jyru winced alongside his sister and started to back up. He quietly headed upstairs and looked for his father. He saw him pull into the driveway and sighed in relief. He ran to the basement and shouted to his sister, informing her that father was home. He would be sure to tell him about Hidan soon.
"Prince, has Hidan come home yet? I'm worried." Kakuzu asked once he found Jyru.
"Who's Hidan?" Gina asked, entering the living room now too.
"Father's new crush that moved in yesterday. What have you been smoking?"
"What? You found a new woman already?" Gina snapped.
"Man, Gina. Hidan's this really hot male stripper from the Akatsuki." Jyru emphasized the club name, watching his sister's brown eyes widen.
"Tch, whatever. So now you're a pedophile, Kakuzu?" She recovered.
"He's not a minor." Jyru defended.
"He's younger than you, Jyru." Gina deadpanned.
"Wait. How do you know his age if you didn't even know who he was?" Jyru jumped, glaring at his sister.
"Enough, both of you. He's a grown man and he can take care of himself. Gina, you have school tomorrow so bed." Kakuzu instructed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he processed their conversation.
"Father-"
"You go to bed too, Jyru. We'll talk in the morning while she's at school." Kakuzu sighed, heading upstairs.
"Don't you have an appointment with Zetsu?" Jyru followed.
"Canceling it. We need to find him."
"Why?" Jyru's question stopped him.
"He's... interesting..."
"More interesting than two guys in one body dating a delusional old man that also has the mind of a five year old?"
"... Yes."
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"Get your ass up, Gina. It's time for school." Kakuzu growled, yanking the covers off of her.
"Five more minutes, mommy." She mumbled, snuggling her pillow.
Kakuzu frowned, dropping the covers. He sighed and then moved her hair out of her face, placing a kiss on her forehead. He decided she could stay home. After all, her mother's death had the biggest impact on her than her brother. Jyru came down only a moment after, startling Kakuzu. He ignored his father and went around the basement, searching. He cursed, looking for any sign of Hidan's whereabouts.
"Jyru, what are you doing down here? Your sister is trying to sleep." Kakuzu growled.
"I know she had Hidan in here last night." He replied, gritting his teeth.
"Jyru... I know you and your sister don't see eye-to-eye but you got to stop making up such things."
"But father-"
"Shut up. If you're so worried about Hidan, call him."
"... You still have his number?"
"He is one of my clients." Kakuzu rolled his eyes, pulling out his cell phone.
He speed-dialed Hidan and started to head for the stairs. He stopped cold when he heard a ring tone coming from Gina's purse. He prayed it was only coincidence but he was sure Gina's ring tone was not a Mindless Self Indulgence. He fished through her purse and took out a black cell phone with a silver Jashinist symbol painted on.
"What are you digging through my purse now, miser?" Gina snapped, awakened by the ring tone.
"Where'd you get this, Gina?" Kakuzu stood, his expression dangerous.
Ooo~ It ended up being too long to just make one part. Sorry. I'm starting part two now.
I wonder where Hidan is...