It was late evening in the Akatsuki base, though things were a bit different today. Usually around this time, Konan would be finishing up cooking dinner or would have at least ordered some sort of take out food (whatever was close and cheap, thankfully for Kakuzu). However tonight Konan was out of the base on some errand or solo mission, and for whatever reason Pein decided to put Kakuzu in charge of cooking. Why Sir Leader didn't handle the situation himself was beyond him.
Probably can't cook worth shit and is too embarrassed for Konan to find out... He thought grudgingly, searching the cupboards for the pots and pans. Damned woman has no sense of organization... Great, now I sound like Hidan...
The priest himself was behind him at the table, being of no use as usual, busy talking about something Kakuzu had no interest in and throwing a bouncy ball he'd stolen from Tobi at the wall in his boredom.
Each thud the rubber ball made against the wall was like a knife blade to Kakuzu's nerves. "Don't you have somewhere else to be...?"
"No. Why?" Hidan replied without looking up.
"Because you should be doing something productive for once..."
"I did my training and rituals for the day."
Kakuzu sighed. "Wrestling Deidara over the TV remote is not training, and your damned rituals are not under the 'productive' category..."
"Says the atheist going to hell." Hidan retorted evenly.
The miser simply rolled his eyes in irritation and went back to searching for the forsaken cooking utensils.
Why do I have to do this, out of everyone here? After considering that Sasori would no doubt poison anything he made, Itachi would attempt cooking with Amaterasu, Deidara would destroy the kitchen, Kisame makes nothing but sushi (which Sir Leader hates), Zetsu would bring home a corpse, Tobi would simply bake cookies, and no one even knew Hidan's cooking skills since he never attempted before, he realized he probably was the only one mature enough to handle the job.
After a few more minutes of searching, he finally found where Konan kept the pans stored, and he was twitching slightly by that time, due to a mixture of being stuck doing this in the first place and the fact Hidan still hadn't stopped talking. Why didn't he come with a mute button...?
The steady thuds of the rubber ball were interrupted suddenly by a rather loud crack sound, making Kakuzu jump in surprise and whip around to look at Hidan. There was now a dent and crack in the wall where he'd been throwing the ball and the object itself had rolled over near the stove by the Falls nin.
"Sorry. Threw it too hard. Could you get that for me?" Hidan asked.
Kakuzu nodded slightly, reaching down to pick up the object of his partner's current fascination with intentions at chucking it as hard as he could at the priest's head, when he unconsciously reached to the counter for support, only to pull back when he accidentally placed it on the stove top burner he'd left on.
"Shit..!" He hissed, looking down at the scorched skin of his right hand.
Hidan blinked and looked at him. "You left the burner on."
"Yes Hidan, I know." Kakuzu growled.
"You should be more careful."
Says the reckless idiot... "Whatever.."
"Here, let me look at it." Hidan said, standing and walking over to him.
Kakuzu scowled and turned his back to the silver haired man. "No way..."
"Lemme look, damnit!" Hidan demanded, trying to get in front of the miser, though he simply turned again so his back was facing him once more. "Oi! Knock it off! You're being so immature!"
Kakuzu snapped back, "Oh, like you're one to talk! You're the one who whines like a two year old over every god damned thing!"
"Shut the hell up and let me help you!" Hidan yelled, getting around in front of the Falls nin once more and grabbing his hand.
"Let go, moron! You're not helping!" The stitched man snarled in irritation, taking a step back to try and pull out of the smaller man's grip, only to step on the ball that had been left on the floor. He ended up loosing his footing and fell over backwards, dragging Hidan down with him.
Even despite the fall, Hidan still hadn't let go of Kakuzu's hand, and currently had him pinned by sitting on him, and was squinting at the burned spot.
"...Get off."
"No."
"That wasn't a request."
"Don't care."
Kakuzu took a deep breath in attempt to calm himself, then sat up enough to push Hidan off, but still he kept an iron grip on the miser. "...If I let you 'help', will you let me go..?"
Hidan nodded.
"...Fine..." He muttered reluctantly.
The Steam nin grinned in satisfaction for getting his way and lead Kakuzu to the bathroom where the medical supplies were kept, still refusing to let him go much to Kakuzu's frustration.
Hidan quickly grabbed a first aid kit from the shelf and took out a cream to help soothe the burn as well as a band-aid.
"Hold your hand up." Hidan ordered, and, rolling his eyes, Kakuzu complied.
Once the priest finished and put the band-aid over the burned spot, he grinned up at Kakuzu and gave the spot a quick kiss.
The miser made a face and yanked his hand away. "Never do that again..."
"Hmph. Got a problem with caring and romance?"
"...I still have to cook dinner." He said without answering the question, turning and leaving the room, Hidan following behind just like he usually did.
Sighing, Kakuzu glanced back at him. "Can't you go bother Deidara until I'm done? You're very distracting and Pein will probably get pissed if I'm not done soon..."
Hidan hesitated before nodding reluctantly. "Fine.. Though, fuck if Sir Asshole gets pissy or not, seriously. He can fucking cook when his bitch is gone instead of dumping it on someone else."
Kakuzu snorted in faint amusement, half tempted on daring him to say that to Pein's face, though decided against it.
Once Hidan left the room in search of the Akatsuki terrorist, Kakuzu glanced down at the band-aid and shook his head in bemusement. I guess he owed me for all the time's I've sewn him together, but that was a bit ridiculous, even if it was a little sweet... What a moron...