"Hell no!" The older man stood firmly, and folded his arms bitterly across his chest. His tired blue grey eyes glared at the younger woman who stood before him, her hand wrapped around the wrist of a young toddler who seems confused by the whole ordeal.

"Kenji-san please, he has no where else to go. He's all alone and nobody here can afford to take him. We've all been pitching in just to help feed him for crying out loud." She looked at the other man desperately, still holding onto the boy who was beginning to grow frustrated with being held still for that long while the grown ups bickered. He tried to pull away from the woman, and made a slight disgruntled noise, but when he couldn't free himself, he grew still again, a frown remaining on his pale round face.

Kenji glanced down at the young child, who met his gaze in return. His silver hair was tousled to all sides of his head, and his body was covered with old cuts from twigs were he had fallen down, and dried mud. His clothes were visibly worn and he looked to be underweight. Not enough to be severely threatening but visible enough that he could see why the village tossed out scraps to him.

Before he could say anything else on the matter, the bright magenta gaze narrowed and glared at him, mimicking the look that Kenji unconsciously wore. The older man huffed a bit and looked back up to the woman who had grown quiet, as if interrupting the stare down would shatter whatever chance she had to him agreeing to take him in.

Finally her answer was a heavy sigh and he ran a hand through his own grey ropy locks. With a low groan he looked back down to the boy and shifted his weight to one side of his leg. "Fine, fine, I'll tell you what; he can eat here when he's hungry and he can sleep in the barn. He isn't staying here though, I'm not his damned father."

Although it wasn't the answer she quite wanted, she knew it was as good as she was going to get. Ever since his wife had passed away, Kenji had kept to himself at his pig farm in the back of Yugakure. He was never really the social type to begin with but it had only gotten worse over the years. In all honesty the village secretly hoped that asking him to help with the young orphaned boy, he would at least have a distraction from the death of his wife.

"Alright Kenji-san thank you...I don't think the little guy will give you much trouble, he just needs a bit of love and care." She offered the man a slight smile, trying to be optimistic but it seemed that the pig farmer was in no mood to be humored. He grumbled for a moment to himself before finally speaking more out.

"Bit of love and care...damned bullshit is what it is."

It seemed that something with the statement clicked with the young toddler. His eyes grew bright and a smile spread over his face before he placed his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest a bit. "Bullsheet!" The woman's eyes grew wide at the curse, as if she hadn't heard such a thing before in her life. She stammered a moment and looked at Kenji as if asking what to do.

Kenji however seemed unfazed by the curse and nodded his head, as if praising the child for the foul language. "Yea that's right it is bullshit, now get your ass inside and we'll see what you can eat."

With pride still plastered on his face, it was as if a leash had been unclasped. The boy raced through the house faster than lightning towards the couch, the large piece of furniture looking pretty comfortable to him.

Kenji spun around on his heel and went to grab him by the shoulder, but missed him by an inch when he raced by him. "Now wait a minute don't you plant your dirty ass on my clean couch! Goddamnit boy!" At least his feet weren't tracking dirt on the old worn down hardwood floors.

The woman at the door seemed to be in thought, as if unsure as to whither or not this was a good idea after all. "Kenji-san please try to be patient with him, he's just a child."

The farmer snorted and turned back towards her, letting the child lay down on his couch for now, despite the dirt that was crumbling from his shirt. "Woman, I'm sixty two years old and you're throwing a damned three year old at me! I ain't got the patients for this...dammit what do I call this little imp so I can rein him back in?"

The woman sighed again but was at least thankful he would make some sort of an effort with feeding him when he was hungry. "His name is Hidan."

A nod was her answer before the farmer sent her on her way and shut the door behind her. Turning towards the child; who was now curled up on the couch cushion like a small house cat, he walked over to him and wrapped his hand around his upper arm, pulling him off of the couch. "Hey, hey, hey now, get down from there. You're filthy and getting dirt all over my couch, look at that." He pointed a finger towards the small spot of dust, making sure the boy understood what he was talking about.

Hidan followed his finger with his eyes and looked at the spot for a few moments, eventually snapping his gaze back to the older man's face and frowning. "Bullsheet!"

Sighing loudly, Kenji shook his arm, causing his whole body to rock a bit, to punctuate the rant. "No! Stay off that couch until you're clean you understand me? Now come on get a bath and you can eat." The boy frowned a little more at the shake but let himself be dragged along behind the grumpy adult. To him he just wanted to lay down for a nap. He had been back and forth between houses with that woman all day and wanted to nap for a while, now he was being screamed at by some cranky old man who was stingy with his couch.

Turning a corner in the hallway, he opened the door to the bathroom and shoved the boy inside. The floors were relatively clean aside from a few shirts that had been tossed in a hamper in the corner. The mirror had a few water spots along the surface and the sinks were covered in razors both old and new. The smell of old soap and some sort of odd spice lingered in the room, and there was a large blue towel hanging across a rack on the wall.

Stepping inside of the bathroom behind the boy he walked over to the bathtub and dropped to one knee, to be more on the child's level. "Alright come over here, you're doing this yourself. Now c'mere and look."

At the order, Hidan trotted over to his side and knelt down a bit near the bathtub, trying to see what Kenji was trying to show him.

Seeing he was at least paying attention Kenji turned on the hot and cold water both to get the temperature at least to luke warm. The water splashed and rushed out of the silver faucet, starting to fill the small tub while the young child watched it, somewhat fascinated by it.

"Alright, under here, is something to wash yourself with, you can use that soap in that box there alright?" Taking a small cloth he laid it over the side of the tub before grabbing a bottle of shampoo. "You use a little of this here, put it on your head and scrub it good. I'm not kidding when I say you're a mess. A little you hear? This shit ain't cheap and it goes fast."

Hidan accepted the bottle as well, looking at it for a bit, granted he somewhat understood what he was saying as far as the tasks to do. Satisfied by the child's expression, Kenji reached over and shut the water off, not wanting it to get too full, otherwise the boy could splash around and soak his whole bathroom. "Alright, be swift, be thorough. I'm gonna get some food going since it's dinner time...hope you like pork kid. There's a lot of it, pigs and all."

Turning away from the boy he started out of the bathroom, almost feeling the curious gaze in his back while Hidan watched him leave. He was still deciding what he thought of the grumpy pig farmer. Though he yelled and didn't seem to want him there, he wasn't really being mean to him either. He was even offering him meat...meat he liked. With a tiny smile, he decided that the man was at least okay, and began stripping himself down before stepping into the water to bath himself.