Welcome to the first chapter of One Snowy Day! I hope all you little KakuHida ducklings out there will enjoy it! The first chapter is pretty short since it's just my introductory chapter. The following chapters will belonger!
On one of the coldest days of December, a pale young man around the age of twenty two could be seen trudging along the side of some god forsaken road with snow weighing down on his shoulders. As this man was walking you could hear him letting loose a stream of curses.
"DAMN IT! Stupid landlord had to kick me out of the appartment on one of the COLDEST FUCKING DAYS OF THE YEAR! Old fart wouldn't even let me grab any of my fucking belongings." As he continued ranting, the man subconsciously wrapped his scarf a little tighter around his neck.
When his landlord had kicked him out, all he had time to grab was a light red and black scarf, a heavy gray jacket, and his favorite black boots. Other than that was the clothes he was already wearing, which consisted of a Bullet for My Valentine t-shirt, black jeans, and his necklace that proudly represented his religion, Jashinism. He would never leave that necklace behind. Not. he walked, the Jashinist could practically feel the cold seeping into his skin through his clothes. He could always go and buy more clothes from a random gas station if not for two tiny problems. There was nothing but road as far as the eye could see, and he had absolutely no money. Does life hate him? PSH. No...it just like to butt-rape him, let him heal, and then repeat the process.
Despite life constantly butt-raping him, this Jashinist always kept going. Just like now, he continued walking even though he had no idea where he was going. All day the man had been trying to flag down a car, to no avail. There had hardly even been any cars to drive along seeing as how the road was so covered in snow. And even with the few cars who had passed, the Jashinist was not surprised when the slowed down and then quickly sped up. What with his silvery-white hair and pink eyes, he was quite used to people taking one look at him and fleeing the scene. Did he care? Hell no. Even with his odd looks, the man knew he looked rather good, not to brag or anything. He had long since gotten used to walking into a public place and having people stare at him like he'd killed five people. Of course, he hadn't killed five people. Nope. He has killed a lot more than five people! It's a part of his religion after all.
As the pink eyed man gave into his thoughts, he slipped and fell into a rather large pile of snow. He quickly pulled himself back up, spit out some snow, aaaand, "FUCKING HELL! Does it haveto snow in the middle of December?! I mean, I know it's winter and all but COME ON!"
Standing up, he quickly fixed his clothes and kept walking, until he heard the steady movement of tires. He whipped his head back to see the faint headlights of a car in the distance. The Jashinist started frantically waving his arms and yelling for them to stop. As the car, now recognized as a truck, started to get closer it began to slow down. To the man's surprise it came to a full stop and the unknown person inside rolled down their window. To the Jashinist's greater surprise the person inside the truck was wearing a mask the covered their mouth and had odd, piercing green eyes. The masked man studied the Jashinist closely.
"...I take it you need a lift?" Were the first words that came from the strangers mouth.
The Jashinist gave the man a cautious look and said slowly, "Depends on who's asking."
The green eyed stranger let out a throaty chuckle that sent small shivers up the Jashinist's spine for some reason. "Kakuzu." The stranger informed as he reached out his hand from the window.
The Jashinist eyed the hand for a moment before shaking it and replying, "Hidan."
"Well Hidan, I can give you a ride but it'll cost you." Kakuzu slightly leaned out the window. "And by the look of it, you definitely need a ride."
Hidan cursed under his breathe. "I don't have any money. If I did do you think I'd be out walking on the side of the road? Dumbass." Well, since he's most likely not gonna get a ride from this guy, might as well insult him right? What he wasn't expecting was for Kakuzu to let out another small chuckle.
"Since you have no money, I'm assuming you also don't have a place to live?" Kakuzu raised an eyebrow. Hidan nodded and scowled, looking at the ground. Kakuzu grinned, you could tell because the sides of his eyes scrunched up, and opened the passenger door. "I'll make you a deal. I'll give you a ride and let you live with me, I have a spare bedroom. In return, you come work at the weapons shop I own. How does that sound?"
Hidan's scowl grew deeper. "Do I look like an idiot? What do you gain from all of this?" He threw Kakuzu a questioning glare and crossed his arms to try and make himself look bigger.
Kakuzu gazed at him for a moment before responding. "To your first question, yes. To your second question, money."
Hidan sputtered and growled, "Excuse me?"
Kakuzu ignored the daggers being thrown at his skull. "I've been short on help lately and the store has been losing money. Money is a big priority in my life. So are you getting in or not?"
Hidan laid a hand on his hip and said, "So I can keep walking for Jashing knows how long or I can get in a truck with a stranger, go to some unknown destination, and work in a store I know nothing about?" He stared at Kakuzu as he rolled off his choices.
"Pretty much." Was Kakuzu's reply, ignoring the 'Jashin' comment. Hidan shrugged, walked around to the other side of the truck, and got in.
The Jashinist smirked and looked at Kakuzu. "Sounds interestings. Might as well give it a go."
Kakuzu put the truck back in drive and threw Hidan one last look before driving off. "Alright then. Good choice."
The minute Hidan stepped into the truck, he let out a sigh of relief. Kakuzu had the heat up just enough to be comfortable, and the truck was very neat and organized. No trash littering the floors or dashboard. The masked bastard seemed to be a rather decent guy. Of course, Hidan wasn't going to let his guard down yet. Nuh-uh. This was a stranger after all, and it didn't help that this stranger had a mask covering half his face. Hidan couldn't quite understand what he would be hiding. Kakuzu seemed like a rather handsome fellow, with his long-but-not-too-long dark brown hair, green eyes, and his fit body. Well, from what Hidan could see he assumed Kakuzu had a fit body, since he was so bundled up.
Hidan sighed and kicked off his boots to let some of the warm air reach them better. He leaned back in the seat and rubbed his numb hands together to try and bring some feeling back to them.
"Cold?" Hidan jumped at the sound of Kakuzu's voice disrupting the silence. "There's a blanket behind my seat if you want to grab it."
"Am I going to have to pay for that, too?" Hidan joked as he reached back to grab the blanket. He pulled it out, unwrapped it, and pulled it around himself.
"Yup." Kakuzu responded as he continued to drive, no teasing found in his voice. Hidan's eyes widened and he shot Kakuzu a sharp glare. "You're joking right? I have to pay for a blanket? That you offered?!" One could practically see the steam coming off of Hidan's head.
Kakuzu glanced at the seething Jashinist and shrugged. "Like I said, I like money. If you can't handle that then I can drop you off right now." As he spoke the car began to gradually slow down.
"NO! Err I mean no. It's fine. Stingy bastard." Hidan wrapped the blanket around him tighter.
"Is cursing a regular thing for you or are you just trying to get thrown out of my truck?" Kakuzu threatened and glared at him. He wasn't one to be insulted by dimwitted hitchhikers.
Hidan shifted uncomfortably but didn't let his glare waver. "Sorry..." Those green eyes could be very unsettling. He turned to look out the window but found that there wasn't much to see. Some snow here, a sign there. Nothing but boring white. Hidan tried to think of something to talk about to fill in the uncomfortable silence that was beginning to settle within the truck.
"So..." He started. "Where exactly do you live?" Not the most creative question but it's a start.
"You'll find out when you get there." Was Kakuzu's equally boring response.
Hidan scowled, definitely not pleased with this answer. "Look, could you please not try to sound like some creepy guy who just kidnapped a kid?"
"Could you please not try to sound like some whiney albino who was just picked up by a creepy guy in a truck?"
"Ok then asshole, could you at least tell me some things about you that will make you less creepy? I'd rather not end up in a gutter with all of my organs missing." Hidan wanted some answers and damn it he wanted them now!
"Fair enough. My name is Kakuzu, as you already know." Hidan rolled his eyes at this. "I'm twenty six years old, money is my number one priority, I'm one of the top weapons experts in the country, I live in a two story house with Rufus-"
"Who's Rufus?" Hidan rudely interrupted. Did he care? Hell no.
"Rufus is my pet cat." Kakuzu ignored Hidan's snickering. "I don't have any family members, and I only have a few friends. I prefer coffee over milk. My favorite color is pink. And I've killed seven people, all of them with bounties on their heads. Any questions?"
Hidan took a moment to stare at him. "Is your favorite color really pink?"
Kakuzu let out a deep, throaty laugh and said, "Really? That's your question? No, it isn't pink. It's black. Did you catch my comment about murdering people or are you just that stupid?"
Hidan shrugged. Why would a killer care if another person has killed? "I honestly don't give a shit. I've killed people too."
"Really now?" Kakuzu let his eyes roam over the pink-eyed man. A smirk tugged at his lips. "You don't look like much of a killer to me."
Hidan inwardly sighed and prepared to give one of his speeches. He hated having to explain his religion to people because they just didn't get it! "My religion requires me to make sacrifices to Jashin-sama."
"Jashin-sama?"
Hidan nodded. "Jashin-sama is God. You know, the big man? He has a set of rules everyone should follow but only a select few do. We should only have a few worldly possessions-"
"Looks like you've got that one in the bag." Kakuzu chuckled, glancing at Hidan.
"Shut the hell up, heathen. Now, Jashin-sama also requires us to perform rituals as often as we can, preferably every day, where his followers sacrifice some of their own blood to him. If we come across a non believer like you, Jashin-sama wants us to kill them. Of course, you're an exception since you're giving me a place to live. He has also promised that if one of his followers completely dedicate their life to him, then he will grant them immortality." Hidan grinned. "I plan on reaching that goal someday. Jashin-sama encourages murder and he claims the pain is equivalent to pleasure." As he finished speaking he fingered his medallion with the Jashinist symbol on it.
Hidan's eyes blazed when he heard a snicker escape the heathen's mouth. "Did you just fucking laugh at my religion?!" He whipped his head around to face him.
"Yeah, I did." Kakuzu smirked at him. "Problem?" (insert troll face here)
Hidan snarled and clenched his fists. "Do not mock my religion! I'll turn you into a fucking sacrifice to Jashin!"
Kakuzu just continued to smirk and he shrugged his shoulders. "Try a better threat and then maybe I'll take you seriously."
Hidan huffed and returned to staring out the window. Anything to get away from that infuriating infidel. As time progressed Hidan finally started to see some gas stations and other cars. He remained silent until another question came to him.
"I have one more question."
Kakuzu continued staring out the front window as he kept driving. "I simply can't wait to hear it."
Hidan ignored his sarcasm and pointed to his own face. "Why do you wear that mask?"
Kakuzu tightened his grip on the wheel and Hidan could have sworn that he was scowling. "Scars." Was the only response he gave.
Hidan could tell that the subject made him uncomfortable so he decided to keep prying. He was just an asshole like that sometimes. "How'd you get them?"
Kakuzu sent his a sharp glare and spat, "Can you please just shut up? I'm trying to concentrate on driving." He returned his attention back to the road, officially closing the discussion.
"Ok ok jeez. Touchy subject, message received!" Hidan sunk back down in his seat. He began going over the information he was given to try and get a better grasp on what kind of person Kakuzu was. He was obviously greedy. He was a murderer. He also doesn't like to talk about the supposed scars on the lower half of his face. He knew a lot about weapons and his only companion at home was a cat named Rufus. Yup. We got ourselves a winner right here.
Not being able to take the silence for very long, Hidan reached for the dial to turn on the radio only to have it smacked away. Kakuzu placed his right hand back on the wheel. "Don't touch." He commanded.
Hidan frowned at this and crossed his arms. "Why the hell not?"
Kakuzu let out an exasperated breath and said in an agitated tone, "Because it's my truck and what I say goes. And I say don't touch the radio. You'd probably only get static anyways."
Hidan leaned his head back and glared at the ceiling. "Come on Kakuzu, I'm bored! There's nothing to look at outside, and you're not the most conversational person I've had the pleasure of knowing! You've gotta give me something to work with!"
Having to stop at a red light, Kakuzu turned toward Hidan and gave him a look that clearly said 'shut-the-hell-up-or-get-out-of-the-truck'. At that look, the Jashinist meet him with an equally evil glare and said, "Fine. If you're going to be a bastard and not even make an attempt at conversation, I'll go to sleep. Wake me up when we get to the brothel, hotel, Walmart, or wherever the hell you're taking me."
With that Hidan turned away from the intense gaze of those green eyes and lean back his seat. He closed his eyes and tried to collect his thoughts so he could go to sleep. It didn't take long for him to calm his mind and begin to slip away.
Drifting off into sleep, he was unaware of the green eyes that studied him as the car pulled away from the stop light and continued to glide along the road to it's unknown destination.
End of Chapter 1!
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