Well... This is awkward. I haven't updated in so long! I know you all probably hate me and I don't blame you. HOWEVER, life has been tough. I have been writing a lot, but nothing I felt that was worth showing... I have a few stories on the go and this one WILL be finished. Thank you to those who reviewed on every other story, but they will not be continued or finished. I lost the chapters on my other computer when it died and I have no more inspiration to continue those things... Anyway, warnings now, I suppose!

THIS IS BOY LOVE. Hidan is with Kakuzu, so if you don't like, I have no clue what you're doing here. :P Deidara is with Sasori, as a side couple. It is M, for violence only right now. It has gore(ish) qualities and such...

I think that's it, besides the fact that I don't own Naruto at all. Enjoy, guys and gals! :)

"Hidan!" a sharp voice shrieked from the floor below his bedroom. He looked up from his sketch book and frowned.

'That woman's voice could shatter glass.' and when he said nothing in response, the voice escalated.

"Hiidann!"

'Christ.' was all the albino teen could think. "What do you want!" he screamed down at the wooden boards. The clang of pots rang back before the female voice replied.

"Come make supper!" the voice cracked. The teen looked at his drawing and sighed heavily.

"Of course," he muttered. "Because the only thing you can do is drink." Hidan pinched the bridge of his nose and yelled back a loud 'okay' before leaping off of his bed, sharp creaks sounding off of the walls. He padded his way down the hall way, jumping down the small set of stairs as fast as he could. When he reached the kitchen, he slipped and collided with the counter, half glad it supported him from making friends with the tile floor. "What the hell…?" he asked aloud, before looking at the state of the kitchen itself. Dishes were stacked in heaps not only into the sink, but on top of the dirty counters as well. The floor was covered in milk and eggs, the latter being what the boy had slipped on. In the middle was his mother. A bottle of whiskey in one hand, a bowl of brown chunky liquid in the other.

"Mommy needs a cigarette. Would you please clean this fucking mess up, kiddo?" she asked, taking a drink from the bottle. Her pale fingers grasped onto the neck of the bottle and Hidan believed if that his mother met his father again, that same grip would be used around his neck.

"… Damn, mom. Why did you even try?" he asked, raking a hand through his thin white hair. Frowning, his mother put the bowl down next to many of the dirty dishes and took another drink. After she swallowed, she quickly put down the bottle and washed her hands in the sink, pushing a few dishes in the process. Hidan watched the dishes slide off of the pile and onto the counter with the others.

"Can a mother not try to make dinner for her only child?" she inquired, looking at him once she finished washing the outside of the bottle, careful not to mix water into her whiskey. The teen sighed and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"I'm not your only child. Arashi, my older sister, does count."

"We don't talk about her." his mother shot back quickly, taking a gulp of her alcohol. "Anyway… I tried, kiddo. I just can't make supper. I'm fucking pathetic." she laughed dryly. Although Hidan knew this to be true, he smiled absentmindedly and said:

"You aren't pathetic. You just never learned to cook."

"I guess you're right," she began, regarding him through glassed over eyes. "I didn't plan to have you or your sister." the older woman said, the last word dripping in malice.

'She got out. Lucky bitch.' Hidan thought, a part of him aching to see his older sister, who had been born five years before himself. "I know, mom. Go have a smoke, I'll clean up."

"Thanks kiddo." she said and rested her hand on his shoulder for a few seconds, then stumbled out of the other door in the kitchen, leading to the outside deck. Looking around, Hidan slapped a hand to his forehead.

"Fuck."

"This looks delicious," Hidan's mother smiled, looking more tired than ever. "What is it?" to this, Hidan laughed slightly.

"Kraft Dinner." he replied, taking a bite of said dish. He watched his mother take a drink of wine and sigh.

"I can't even make KD…" she trailed off. Hidan watched his mother with a sort of sadness. He didn't hate her for being a drunk or chain smoker. He didn't hate her for not being able to take care of him. The albino realised his mother had had it rough. She had been abandoned with two children at a young age, without any skills in parenting. However, he had reason to begin to worry. He was in his senior year of high school and the date was June 1st 2012. Soon, he would attend the university he was accepted at and would be moving out. At least he thought he was. When he was accepted to Avonport University, a short walk away from his house, he was almost sure he would move out and become roommates with his childhood friend Deidara, who had also been accepted into the same program. His mother had quickly began to beg Hidan to stay, that it wasn't that far. However, it was now June and Hidan was certain he would pack up and move into an apartment with Deidara. They had already began looking for a place, which Hidan regretted to inform his mother of.

"So, prom is soon," his mother began, smiling. Hidan regarded her with sadness because he hadn't seen his mother really smile in years. She looked older than thirty-nine, which was too young to have an eighteen-year old son. "Have a date yet?" she asked. The albino looked down at his Kraft Dinner, almost three fourths of it eaten.

"Yeah," he replied, taking a bit of the orange coloured pasta. "Do you remember Konan?" to this, his mother looked thoughtful. After about a minute, she snapped with her fingers not occupied with her fork.

"Of course. The girl with the lip piercing, right?" she asked, smiling. "Oh, she's beautiful. Are you two dating?" his mother asked, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. Hidan blinked and swallowed his Kraft Dinner and shook his head. "No? Kiddo, you've never had a girlfriend. I had my first boyfriend when I was fourteen, you know."

'Fucking fabulous. I also didn't get pregnant with my first child at 16.' he frowned. "Mom, I don't really like the dating thing."

"You've never even shown interest have you… You do plan to get married, right?" she asked. Hidan choked and was thankful he had no KD in his mouth.

"Uhm, I've never shown much," he muttered. In truth, Hidan pictured his mother and him had very different ideas of Hidan's wedding day, if such a calamity would ever become the albino. His mother undoubtedly pictured Hidan marrying a beautiful woman, while Hidan longed for a male to fill the position. He had been out of the closet since he was fourteen, a pivotal year for him and his friend Deidara, who had became the punching bag of every straight male in their junior high school. He had regretted to inform his mother of this as well.

"Why not? Kiddo… Is there something you're not telling me?" she asked, furrowing her snow white eyebrows. To this, Hidan shrugged slightly. He didn't know how his mother would react in knowing that her only son was gay. Did it really matter to her if it didn't mess with her whiskey? Hidan didn't believe so. However, something held him back, something that screamed 'no! Don't fuck this all up!' every time he thought about admitting to her his sexuality.

"Yeah, guess so." he murmured and decided he didn't want his Kraft Dinner anymore. "I never wanted a girlfriend." Hidan admitted, ignoring the voice for once, that screamed to not ruin everything.

"What do you…" she trailed off, then stared at her son in shock. "Oh… Oh my gosh. Are you… Are you gay?" his mother asked, deciding she wasn't hungry either. Hidan watched her and felt a wave of anxiety wash over him.

"Mom… I'm sorry. I can't decide who I love," he began, but stopped trying to speak when his mother began to laugh loudly.

"Jesus! Don't be fucking sorry, kiddo! I was young not that long ago. I had a gay friend, so calm down. I know you can't decide who you love. How long have you been out about it?" she asked, smiling. Anxiety was replaced by relief, making Hidan want to cry. He felt as if he had gotten somewhere with his mom, which rarely happened to the two.

"Four years." he said, watching her laughter die down to just a soft smile.

"I might be a fucking drunk, but I'm not abusive or hateful of homosexuality. So why aren't you taking a guy to prom?"

"A lot of people don't like the gay thing. I kinda promised her in October, when she found out the age cut off for dates was twenty. Her boyfriend is twenty-two, so she asked me to go," he explained. "Also, I'm not into most of the guys at my school. Any guy outside of my small group of friends is kind of a douche, to be honest."

"It's still like that? Wow… Glad I got out of that business," she sniffed, watching her youngest child. "Well, I'm glad I know this about you. You never do tell me enough, kiddo." the older woman smiled, almost looking her appropriate age. Hidan smiled back, pushing out his chair and swiftly standing up. He collected the dishes and said:

"You should go to bed, mom." he advised, walking into the kitchen. His mother watched him leave and sighed carefully.

"I think I will," she said loudly, walking into the kitchen. "Can I get a hug and a kiss from my boy?" she asked. Hidan looked back, making sure it was his mother that actually said that. She was never one for affection. However, who was Hidan to deny his own mother a hug? He strode over to the woman near the door and embraced her, feeling an odd sort of warmth fill his heart.

"I love you so much. Thanks for taking care of me." she said, burying her face in her son's neck. After a moment of silence, which was shockingly not awkward for either person, his mother leaned up and kissed the boy's cheek. "Goodnight, Hidan." the woman finished and left the kitchen as quickly as she had come in. The albino looked at his empty arms, then touched two fingers to his cheek, as if the kiss left a burn, one he didn't mind.

"Night mom." he smiled slightly.

Hidan awoke to a song blasted through the house. A harp played softly before the female singer began.

I slept all day

I woke with distaste

And I railed

And I raved

"What the fuck is this? Mom! That's fucking loud!" he screamed tiredly, the harp resonating in his ear drums. When no reply came, Hidan cast his eyes skyward. He jumped out of bed as the song continued on.

That the difference between

The sprout and the bean

It is a golden ring

It is a twisted string

He padded down the hallway, messing with his hair. Stopping out front of his mother's door, he knocked loudly.

"Mom! Turn it down, please! You'll bust out your damn ears!' he yelled. However, there was still no reply. 'If she passed out…' he thought and opened the unlocked door. As it swung up, he was shocked to find no one residing in the room. An unmade bed and spilled make up and empty bottles littered the floor. Worry began to set in, causing Hidan to chew on his thumb. "Mom!" he yelled again, his voice cracking. "Are you in the bathroom?" so he began to walk towards the room in question.

And you can ask the counselor

You can ask the king

And they'll say the same thing

And it's a funny thing

Looking down the hall at the door ahead of him, he began to make his way down the long hallway, passing rooms that had been forgotten long ago. Ones that held hopes for a huge family at one time, unbeknownst to Hidan. He reached the door and knocked carefully.

"Mom?"

Still nothing.

Should we go outside

Should we go outside

Should we break some bread

Are y'interested

"I'm coming in!" he yelled and opened the door swiftly, causing it to bang against the sink beside it. His mind didn't register the picture in front of him, he just felt everything leave him, his knees going weak. He collapsed to the tile floor, soaked in blood. "Oh my god." he said hoarsely, looking at the tub in front of him, which his mother was collapsed in. "Oh… My… God." he breathed, but couldn't seem to get enough air.

And as I said

I slept as though dead

Dreaming seamless dreams

Of lead

"No. Please, no." he begged, managing to scoot nearer to the tub, leaning up and over. "Mom? Mom!" the albino asked, his heart clenching in sorrow. "Please mom, no." he pleaded, feeling tears stream down his face and dripping onto his pyjama pants. He looked up while he began to sob and felt as though he would throw up.

Above the tub, on the white tile of the shower's walls, was the word 'sorry' messily written in drying blood. Hidan didn't register it at first, but he heard screams, not noticing them to be his own until the song stopped and began again on it's one track record. He struggled to his feet, sobbing the whole while as he stumbled down the hall. He looked at the blood on his hands and let out a painful cry.

"Fuck!" he shrieked as he busted into his bedroom, scrambling for his phone. He slid the lock screen aside and punched in the password, making three attempts until he got in. He pushed the phone application and dialled 9-1-1 as fast as he possibly could. The phone only rang once before a woman picked up swiftly.

"This 911. Do you have an emergency?"

"Yes!" he blurted out between sobs, looking at his free bloody hand. "It's my mom." the albino managed to choke out as well.

"What is wrong with your mother, sir?" the female voice asked. Hidan shook his head and replied, his voice shaky.

"I think, I think she's dead." he stuttered. "Please, somebody come here."

"Slow down for a moment. Let me ask you some questions," the woman said softly. "What is your name?"

"H- Hidan Fukuma." he coughed, his sobs lessening. "Please, just help her."

"Hidan, where are you?" the voice asked into his ear. Hidan told her his address and she thanked him politely. "Are you alone?"

"Yeah, I just live with…" he trailed off, beginning to sob again.

"Hidan, where did you find your mother?"

"The tub." he answered. Scribbling was heard from the other side of the line before the woman replied again.

"Okay. 1902 Blake St. I will send an emergency crew immediately. Would you stay on the line with me?" she asked.

"Y-yeah. No problem." he cried softly.

"Hidan, could you please safely exit the location and let me put you on hold?" she asked. Hidan almost said no, that he would never leave his own mother. However, in this moment, he needed to do something.

"Sure." he said and weakly got off of the bed, stumbling down the hallway and looked in the bathroom to see 'sorry' burning into his eyes. He felt sobs rack his body as he staggered down the carpeted steps, the last of the wet blood on his hands smearing down the white railing. He made it out of the front door and collapsed on the lawn.

Once he collapsed the female came back and began to talk to him, telling him he was okay and asking him if he had any family living near him. He replied he had grandparents and many aunts and uncles. They spoke until the blaring sound of the ambulances made their way down the street. He watched as two paramedics ran past him. Another stopped momentarily after he hung up with the dispatcher to ask where his mother was.

"Bathroom. Upstairs, first room on the right." he sobbed as a woman jumped out of the back of one of the ambulances. She wore clothing not similar to the rest of the paramedics. She walked over and held out her hand.

"Hello there." she said softly. "Are you okay? You're not hurt at all, are you?"

"No… No. I'm not." the albino shook his head. The woman smiled as he took her hands. She pulled him up to stand and supported him as he almost fell.

"I think you should come to the hospital." she said. "You have blood on your hands." she frowned then. Hidan looked at his phone and hands.

"There's a lot of it in the bathroom." he replied, not feeling much of anything anymore. The woman sighed and took one of his hands, taking his phone as well.

"My name is Miyuki. I'm a RN, here with the other two paramedics."

"I have a friend, Miyuki… Um, I'm Hidan… Who's the other guy?"

"He's a first responder." she said as they made their way slowly to the ambulance she came out of. "They arrive first at the scene of an incident. It's their job to provide early critical care such as cardiopulmonary resuscitation or use an automated external defibrillator." she explained jumping into the back, then helping Hidan up. She looked around the back of the vehicle and found a few hand sanitizing wipes. She gave them to Hidan, then used one for herself, wiping the tiny bit of blood off her hands, then wiped the stain off of his phone.

"Oh. I just have one question for you." he said to the nurse who's name was Miyuki. The female in question turned around, sitting beside Hidan.

"Shoot." she smiled sadly, giving the boy back his phone.

"Is the body going in this ambulance?"

"She might be alive. You can never give up hope… But no, your mother will be with the first responder." she said softly. Hidan laughed bitterly, tears spilling down his face.

"Oh she's dead. Trust me."

So thanks for reading! The song used is Sprout And The Bean, by Joanna Newsom. I really recommend it. Very beautiful song. I won't demand a review, but you cannot fathom how much I appreciate them. Love you all!