Hidan slowly woke up with a throbbing headache as the sun radiated through the large windows and lit up his muscular body. He looked over to his side where a woman was still sleeping. She was just lying there, exposed, naked, except for the necklace she was wearing. It was his.

The thick scent of cigarette smoke and sweat covered the room and irritated his senses and the partially developed migraine. He decided to leave the necklace with the woman and crawled out of the bed with only one thought: I have to get out of here.

The pain was unbearable, yet he was used to it and had almost learnt to appreciate it. Pain is an indication that you're still alive, he used to think. While grabbing the last piece of his clothing from the floor he coldly distanced himself from the room and left the building knowing he would never return.

Hidan lived an extremely unhealthy lifestyle trying to fill the void in his body with cigarettes and alcohol. It was almost as if though he planned a slow and painful death. When it came to women he kept his standards low. He didn't want their love and he didn't love them back. After all, he had never really been interested in women. He merely took whatever he could get a hold of in an attempt to temporarily satisfy his needs, to temporarily occupy his mind.

He never let anyone in on his personal life and rarely showed emotion. It was as if though he had become numb. His friends used to try to cheer him up by inviting him to various parties, but he just excused himself claiming he had already made plans. This was seldom the case.

The reason he had moved to another city after the incident was because he did not want to be recognized anymore. His parents had rejected him due to his choice of lifestyle thus they were easy to leave behind. But he even left his friends, who had tried their hardest to support him even though he made it hard for them.

He had always hated the look of pity and compassion in everyone's eyes, treating him like a fragile fucking puppy that had been abused all his life and needed to be fixed. As if though he needed anyone else. He didn't need them! He didn't need their pity. He didn't need to be fixed. He hated being seen as weak, and that's what they did. They looked at him and saw someone weak, fragile, someone in need of help. It's just that he didn't need it.

Instead he craved anonymity, something he had come to cherish higher than anything else. By moving away from his parents trying to seek a new home in another town, he made sure he would never be seen as weak again.

No one had been able to break the façade covering the suppressed emotions and memories of his past. He was homeless and travelled from bed to bed, meeting new people, mostly women, everyday, yet no one had been able to reveal what was hiding under Hidan's hard surface. Not even the woman from last night, who was merely one of many. He still somehow regretted his choice to leave the necklace with her. After all it was valuable, and a sign of his dedication to his precious religion.

The religion was the only thing he had not broken free from when he moved two years ago. It was his only connection to his past and the necklace had been his only possession from that time. That time…

As he walks down the street determinately increasing the distance between himself and his latest conquest, more importantly his necklace, Hidan finds himself caught up in a flashback.

The door slammed behind Hidan as he came rushing into his loved one's apartment, which he had recently been given the key to. Kakuzu meets Hidan's bruised eyes as the latter ends up standing before him with an expression of pain in his pale face.

"Fuck Kuzu…." Hidan almost collapses as he begins to share what had just happened to him.

" I came home today and dad had been drinking again and he came on to me about all this bullshit about you being filthy and bringing me down with you and shit. He told me to stop seeing you or else he'd kick me out. When I refused he went mental! He literally fucking grabbed me by the arm and fucking ---"

Hidan was hushed by Kakuzu and they met up in a long, loving hug where the latter caressed the bruised skin of the first.

"You are so beautiful Hidan. I know you are upset about your parents not accepting us and your dad seriously deserves a fucking beating, yet I am so glad that you decided to stay with me. We will make this work.. together.."

No more words needed to be uttered as they both looked at each other and felt comforted by the other's mere presence.

As Hidan finds himself outside on of the bars he has become so familiar with the last two years he forces away the flashback. Hell, I decided never to bring this up again. Yet, the images of him holding Kakuzu close becomes increasingly present. He decides to take a shortcut out of his haunting thoughts and enters the bar. He was ready for another night that would make him forget, and cause him a heavy headache the next physical pain was worth it.

The physical pain was good to him...

So next chapter will probably contain attempted mature content… I mean Hidan ended up Somewhere, right?

Review please, as said I'm new to this so Any words of advice will be helpful!