OK so this is my second fanfiction up in here, don't read the other, its total crap. There is explicit descriptions of death, probable rape (depends on my mood), angst, fluffiness,supernatural shit, OOCness on Kakuzu to the 500th power. Bear with me.

I own Nothing

Its M for reason my lovelies so if you don't like don't read.

Also I think this one is gonna be 5-10 chapters tops

Chapter one; What the hell just happened

Breathe in, Breathe out...

Calm down Hidan or you will never reach your goal...

That's it, keep the gun steady and count to three...

one...

two...

His eyes narrowed almost as if reading that I was going to pull the trigger. I froze by the intensity of those emerald eyes. My hands shook furiously and I cursed mentally for letting him get the best of me with just a stare but be warned, I wasn't just going to back down any soon. He stood there in the middle of the hallway in front of the door.

He had killed someone again...

It was his job after all and every night he left to finish someone off, another reason to hate him even more. His odd eyes studied me carefully, yes, he knew I'm capable of shooting him right here right now...yet every time I got the chance I never followed through what I had planned already so perfectly in my head, as if some unknown cause knew more than the basic facts already at hand. His long hair was soaking wet dripping continuously. The sound of the drops of water falling on the floor was maddening, it taunted me and irked him further on. His mouth was drawn to a grim line with his stitches ironically forming a never ending smirk on his rather handsome face. He could be a model I gave him that but the stitches covering his whole body said otherwise and not to forget that damn crease between his eyebrows. Its as if he was always mad; which he is but he had his moments of calmness but that damned crease remained.

The man was scary, I barely reached his neck but never once did i give him the satisfaction of showing him I was scared of him. Curses, sarcasm, threats and occasional fights where my cover even though my body seemed to always end up either beaten to a pulp or tied to a chair. It depends on his mood really. But I dont care about him at all. All that mattered was that he was going to die by my hands one of these days, he was going to suffer what my parents suffered when he killed him without any ounce of guilt whatsoever even if it meant me dying too.

He was going down with me.

[yah keep thinking that pinkie] I swear to Jashin I could hear his answers to my remarks in my head.

"Hidan, how many times have I told you to stay away from my room?" he said sternly placing his drenched coat on the hanger near the door and dropping his weapon bag on the floor. Its as if he didnt care I was holding him at gun ponint.

"Shut up" I barked steadying my gun

He didnt even flinch just kept taking his shoes of and reaching for a towel in the closet. I followed him everywhere with the damned arm tucked tightly in the comfort of my right hand.

"Will you drop it with your 'revenge' thing already, its getting on my nerves" he said lowly while he dried his hair with a fluffy white towel "I get home and his is how im treated? how shameful after all the things I've given you" he sighed comically not looking at me anymore.

"The hell you've done for me? kill my parents you fucker thats what you did- fucking look at me you miser-"

Humpf*

I didn't even register how fast he'd come at me. In less than three seconds the gun was pried away from my hands [shocker] and my body was slammed to the cold floor of our damned apartment.

Yes.

Our.

I had nowhere else to go, he had guns, I didn't have to track him down. Easy access right?

WRONG

This was our daily routine, me coming at him with whatever I had, him taking it as a joke and then me pinned to a wall, the floor, tied to a chair or stunned for 2 hours in which he'd already gone on with his next job.

"Get Off Me it Fucking hurts!" he held my hands behind my back in a weird angle with half my body bent upwards and face painfully smashed to the floor. He chuckled at my struggling "Its cute really, but highly annoying. I am in no mood today for your little game, Hidan" he whispered in my ear, his still damp hair tickling my neck as well as his hot breath that made my cheeks heat up.

"Kakuzu get off! Im serious, I'll sacrifice your damned heathen soul to Jashin-sama!"

USELESS

The stupid idiot with the death wish just chuckled and chuckled as I trashed around. To no avail, i just tired myself to the point of panting.

"Are you done with your tantrum or do I need to turn to drastic measures on you?"

"fuck.. pant* you.. pant*" I spat

My arms were sore and back ached, sweat covered my forehead and neck but he didn't care how I felt. In fact one of his free hands traveled up my shirt which caught me by surprise, my breath hitched and muscles tensed.

"Hmm when was the last time weve done this?" he asked rhetorically and I chose to answer as the loud mouth i was "fucking never you perverted old man, I will scream if you touch me- nghh Ahh!" Kakuzu pinched one of my nipples and tugged at it. My traitorous body began to heat up and my lower regions felt uncomfortable in the tightening fabric of my pants [ fucking death trap thats what it is] "Stophh.." my words came out breathlessly as he kept playing my my nubs. My back arched downwards and hips moved to try and find friction within this rather shitty situation. I groaned and he let go of my hands knowing I'd reached the point of no return [pathetic]. More shameful moans left my mouth and my hands clawed at the floor beneath me. Kakuzu on the other hand was enjoying this 100% chuckling endlessly and reaching other weak spots. As I reached my climax point the fucking miser got up and just left me, a panting mess on the floor.

"We'll finish this later I have things to do" he said walking to his room and closing the door slightly. I cursed and gritted my teeth. I'm supposed to hate this man right? I'm supposed to wish for his death and have a knife ready to attack 24/7. [note the "I'm supposed to"].

Surprisingly, I also loved this man.

Stupid I know, he killed my family and killed men every night for a living but I still loved him. I've seen his weakest states and sometimes it was stupid for me to think he'd kill my parents and then let me live with him to plot revenge in his own home. There were details of that night I never caught on and he sure as hell wouldn't tell me but I guess he was the next thing to what little closure I had towards the death of my only family. He was an excuse upon an excuse, its what kept me together and sane.

[you like lying to yourself way too much]

I sighed and got up to head to the shower and cleanse myself of the burning sensations all over the places he touched. Sneaking a quick glance to his room I saw him bent over with his hands on his knees that hung over the bed. He was tired. I figured.

"tch, fucking miser"

yeh yeh I changed hate everything Kakuzu to extremely bipolar Kakuzu heh. I like him being all sexy and talkative (sometimes) I think hes a representation of one of my many sides. WOOOO

oh baby Hidan you don't even know whats coming your way. Your dear bae is not some simple assassin buahahahahaha

Hidan: "the frik you mean by that"

Kuzu: *looking around suspiciously "yea, the heck you mean by that hehe..."

Francesca(me): "oh nothing my loves, go on have gay babies and eat moth balls"

*runs away huehuehuehueheuheu