Hidan felt awful. Kakuzu had refused to get them a room at a inn the night before; opting for sleeping outside to save money.
Of course it had to rain that night. And it had to be chilly when they woke up. Of course.
Meaning Hidan was wet, freezing cold and coming down with a bad headache. He shivered, wrapping his arms around his thin frame, his breath coming out in visible puffs. Kakuzu strode ahead of him, not even seeming to notice the chilly air, or how wet he was.
Hidan shivered again and blew on his hands, desperately trying to warm up, even if only a little.
He was so preoccupied that he didn't notice that Kakuzu had stopped until he crashed into his back, sending the Jashinist to the ground.
"Ow! Kakuzu, why the fuck did you stop?!" Hidan yelled angrily, the cold forgotten for a moment. The banker reached down and hand and pulled the immortal to his feet, then pulled off his cloak and handed it to Hidan.
Hidan took it, then looked at Kakuzu with surprised lavender eyes.
"You're cold, aren't you?" Kakuzu asked, turning back, facing down the trail.
"Yeah. Thanks, dumbass," Hidan muttered, draping the warmer clothing around him. The gesture was surprising; Hidan had assumed that the banker wouldn't have given a damn about him.
They continued along in silence for awhile, reaching the edge of a lake after a while. Kakuzu spotted a boathouse and walked towards it, Hidan following him.
They neared the building and found a man, working on repairing the only boat they could see, the boat itself tied to a dock. He glanced up as Hidan sneezed, and his eyes widened.
"Hello! What can I do for you?" he called, standing up. He looked to be in his mid thirties, with messy brown hair and an blue eyes.
"Can you take us across?" Kakuzu asked politely.
"Yeah, I'll take you across. No charge. My name's Isamu, by the way."
"I'm Kakuzu, and this is Hidan," the banker said, motioning towards the shivering immortal.
"Pleased to meet ya. Just hope on board; I'll start up the motor."
Isamu turned away and opened a hatch, disappearing below the deck. Kakuzu jumped, and landed heavily on the deck, then turned around and reached out a hand to help Hidan across. Hidan looked at him with a frank expression.
"What?"
"Kakuzu, I'm fucking fine. I don't need your dammed help," Hidan spat, then jumped across the small gape to land on the deck. He swayed, trying to keep his balance, and fell sideways.
Kakuzu sighed in frustration and hauled the immortal to his feet. "Why are you so stubborn?" he asked as the Jashinist turned away from him.
"Cause I fucking am."
A loud noise startled the two of them, and the hatch creaked open to reveal Isamu, who was grinning widely.
"She started! We'll reach the other side in about thirty minutes. I'm going to stay down here; you guys can come down if you want to!"
"Hidan, down you want to go below? You look cold."
"No, I'm fucking fine, Kakuzu."
"Suit yourself then." The miser hauled himself to his feet and opened the hatch the rest of the way and slid his body down into it. Hidan watched him, then gazed over the lake. It was foggy and beautiful. It would have been perfect, if only his head would stop hurting and if he wasn't so cold....
He shivered again, and drew the cloak around him, burying his face in the soft black and red fabric. Damn that Kakuzu, it was his fault he felt so bad...
Hidan's eyes were closing. He could stay sitting, and his legs gave out, sending him to the deck with a crash. The cloak sprawled out around him like wings, his hair messy. His body hurt, and he couldn't stay awake any longer...
Blackness claimed the immortal, and he slipped into a dreamless sleep.
"And we're here!" Isamu said cheerfully, stopping the boat. Kakuzu stood up off the chair he had been sitting on, and headed towards the stairs. Isamu followed after him, and dashed up the steps before the miser, pushing up the hatch.
"Thank you, Isamu."
"No problem, I really like to---Oh my god." Isamu dashed up. Kakuzu caught the door before it came crashing down.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, voice muffled by the heavy door as he forced it open.
"It's your partner."
Kakuzu was up on the deck in a flash, kneeling beside Hidan's still body. He lifted up his partner into a sitting position. Hidan's eyes were closed, and he was shivering harder than he had been earlier, his breathing making small clouds.
Kakuzu looked over his partner's face. Hidan was flushed, and his hairline was damp with sweat. Kakuzu sighed, and slid his other arm under Hidan's legs and stood up, holding him bridal style.
"Thank you again, Isamu. I'll take care of him."
Isamu nodded, and Kakuzu walked to the edge of the boat and jumped off, landing in ankle deep water. He winced at the cold, then began walking towards the shore, still clutching Hidan to his chest. He heard the boat's motor start, but didn't bother turning around. He had to help Hidan.
Kakuzu feed another stick into the fire, and leaned back against a tree, shutting his eyes. Hidan had yet to wake up, and Kakuzu had laid him close to the fire, pulling his cloak around the immortal's body after removing Hidan's soaking wet one.
Hidan was flushed, and when Kakuzu had placed his hand on the immortal's forehead, he'd been surprised to find it hot. Hidan was sick, really sick. And Kakuzu felt really quite guilty about it. He didn't get sick so often, and the rain last night hadn't bothered him too much.
Hidan, however...
Kakuzu had forgotten how badly Hidan reacted when he got too cold. This wasn't the first time Hidan had passed out from the cold, but he'd been unconcious for a longer time than usual.
Kakuzu sighed and put his head in his hands. Hidan coughed weakly and Kakuzu felt worse than ever. Hidan...
Author's Comments: God, I hate this thing.
I needed to write some KakuHidan, but I failed miserably. This was going to be a one shot, but I feel awful right now, and going swimming today like I did didn't help any.
This'll have two parts, and I'll get around to the next one soon enough. As soon as I can think again, and my writing doesn't suck.
I hate being sick.
I'm starting to worry about the state of my mental health.
Leave comments if you want. I really, really hate this piece.