5 YEARS OLD

Hidan ran around wildly with his friends at recess. His hair was flying around his face as he tried not to get tagged by Deidara. Laughing with Sasori as the two of them knocked heads on accident, he noticed something. Something that a bump on the head made him realize.

There was a little boy sitting on the steps. All alone. He had long brown hair, tan skin, and piercing multicolored eyes. He was pretty, Hidan decided. Hidan frowned and he looked around to see if anyone was with the boy. When he noticed everyone was already playing with their own group of friends, Hidan called 'time out' and pulled his friends into a huddle.

After relaying his brilliant plan to them they broke up and he grinned mischievously.

WITH KAKUZU

Kakuzu watched the groups of kids laughing and joking around. Running, or sitting, or swinging, or talking. They were all with someone else. He heard a small bumping sound and looked down onto the playground to see the redheaded boy and the silver-haired boy holding their foreheads and stumbling backwards from each other. Kakuzu almost went down to see if they were okay but as quickly as they fell, the two had their arms around each other's shoulders and were laughing it off.

Kakuzu smiled sadly as he watched the two. That was real brotherhood. It had nothing to do with blood, he realized. It was all about the bond. Kakuzu looked at his feet as he pondered his own few bonds in life when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He looked up and was surprised to see the cute silver-haired boy looking down at him with wide magenta eyes.

"Uh… yeah?" Kakuzu asked. The silver-haired boy laughed and tapped Kakuzu again.

"You're it!" He announced happily. Kakuzu's eyes widened slowly and he looked at the boy, then behind him to his group of smiling friends that waited for him.

"Well? C'mon!" The silver-haired boy said taking Kakuzu's hand in his own and tugging him down the stairs.

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8 YEARS OLD

"Mom! I'm going outside to play with Kakuzu!" Hidan called before slamming the door shut behind him and jumping on his bike as he and Kakuzu rode down the street together, seeing who could ride without handlebars the longest. Hidan's mother smiled and shook her head slightly. It had been the same standard greeting when Hidan returned from school for 3 years now.

"Hey 'Kuzu! Watch this one!" Hidan called happily. Kakuzu obliged but felt his stomach drop when he saw Hidan let go before desperately grabbing for his handlebars that had suddenly jerked in different directions until the bike gave out.

"Hidan!" Kakuzu cried out, running to his friend and unwinding him from his bike. Hidan sat on the gravel for a few minutes with his head down and Kakuzu was confused until he saw a drop of water land softly on the ground in front of Hidan before it dissolved into the rocks. Kakuzu looked uncertainly to the sky for rainclouds but when he looked back down he saw Hidan desperately wiping his face with his arm.

"Hidan," Kakuzu said in shock. "Are you… crying?" he asked quietly. In all his years of knowing Hidan, he had never seen him cry. Then again, he had never seen him tumble head first off his two-wheeler either.

Hidan shook his head desperately, "Of course not 'Kuzu! Don't be dumb, boys don' cry!" he said stubbornly. Kakuzu frowned and looked at the bloody scrapes on Hidan's knees and elbows. Slowly he unwound the smaller boy's arms from his face and forced him to look up at him.

Hidan also had a skinned chin. And, not to mention, tear-stained cheeks. Kakuzu gently wiped his thumbs clumsily over his friend's cheeks and swiped away the tears. Hidan looked up at him with wide eyes, wondering why he was so happy to have Kakuzu touching his face. Kakuzu began to stand up when Hidan roughly pulled him back down so that the two were crouching right in front of each other.

And then Hidan kissed him.

When Kakuzu returned home that evening he had plenty of stories to tell his family about his bike riding adventure with Hidan, just as he did every night. His mother smiled and nodded, resting her chin on her hand looking quite amused with her son's tales. His father would mutter a few words every once in a while but mostly kept to his food. His older sister would text, listen to her iPod, or do anything else that didn't require interacting with other people.

"And then," Kakuzu finished his story, "Hidan kissed me."

The silence that followed his statement scared the young boy almost as badly as the chaos that followed.

Kakuzu's father jumped out of his chair with a red face screaming about calling Mrs. Jashin that very moment. His mother was gently sobbing, trying desperately to hold her husband down saying that they should at least talk to Kakuzu about it before bothering Hidan's family. His sister, TenTen just sat there with her mouth hanging open, muttering 'Omigawd…' every so often.

And that was the duo's first encounter with the cruel world of homophobes.

A/n Awwwww! So sad! This was not a one-shot, it is NOT OVER! Most of the years will be short little memories until they turn about 13. Then they will be real scenes with real dialogue and all that good stuff ;)

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