Jaaku Ototo

Hidan was awoke in the middle of the night, by eerie footsteps that didn't sound quite right. Creaking footsteps, but it couldn't be right, his bedroom had stone floors, not wood. He reached behind him and gripped the thin air, realising he had stored his scythe. Wanting to be prepared for an attack, he placed his feet to the ground and began to rise, but felt himself pulled back by his wrist. A strong grip had his right arm, and another took his left arm. The skin was rough, especially at the joints. Turning his head slightly, he saw a brown-skinned man with long dark hair and red and green eyes. The face was stitched.

"Kakuzu?!" Hidan yelled as he was pulled by the man's clutches into his lap. His hands were freed and his shoulders were gripped. This man didn't even blink.

"Shut up," he said, as their mouths came into contact. Hidan placed flat-palms against the man's arms, pushing roughly. The man's head was forced from his. "You're a pest."

"Gyaargh!" Hidan had yelled in pain when he felt stitches pierce through his back, creeping in and out of his skin. Each stitch pulled tighter, hit harder and felt worse. He closed his eyes in the agony. "Stop this now, you motherfucking old bastard! I will fucking kill you, I will sacrifice you and you will be the fucking servant and toy of Jashin-sama, and then you'll pay! You'll die! You'll-"

His mouth was taken in the other man's, and he felt a tongue creep inside. The old man's tongue was almost down his throat, and the stitches completely attached him to the man. He couldn't get away, but this seemed very unlike Kakuzu. A hand stroked him, and the kiss was broken. "You're even hard... you must really want Kakuzu to do this."

No, it was not Kakuzu. Hidan growled. "Get away from me, you filthy motherfucker, before I send you to Hell..." He tried to fight, but he was stitched to the man and couldn't push him away, and when he then pushed against the man's chest strings pierced through his fingers, and he could not take his hands away. The man's hand gripped between his legs, and began to create an up-and-down motion. "Stop this, now," Hidan said, sharply and quietly, as if unable to raise his voice. Seeing the smirk on the man's face as he began to repeat the motion in a tougher, faster way, he let a yell out from his throat: "I said FUCKING STOP THIS!"

The door was kicked in, and the other Kakuzu - the real one - ran into the room, coming to a quick halt as he saw the man resembling him and Hidan. "...Hidan?"

"Kakuzu!" Hidan yelled, turning his head. The man who was not Kakuzu also turned his head.

Kakuzu's eyes widened as he walked up to this man. "What do you think you're doing, Kazuki?"

The man smirked at Kakuzu, still not having let go of Hidan. "Well... I say that would be obvious."

Kakuzu cleared his throat, and looked at Hidan's shaking eyes: "You mean you're trying to rape my partner and giving him no way to defend himself by using your string technique in every wrong way imaginable?"

"I'd say that's about right," answered Kazuki. "Can I get on with it?"

Kazuki's strings were suddenly cut between he and Hidan, leaving the stitches in Hidan but breaking the connection with Kazuki. Kakuzu had thrown a blade at the right angle. "Kazuki," he said darkly, glaring at the man. "Leave now."

Kazuki scurried off through the door, and Hidan looked up at Kakuzu, who sat next to him on the bed. "Kakuzu?"

"That is my younger brother, Kazuki," Kakuzu told him. "You look feverish, maybe you have a cold." As Kakuzu placed his hand to Hidan's forehead to check his temperature, the hand was smacked away and Hidan backed up. "Is something wrong?"

Fuck this, they look the same, Hidan thought, staring at Kakuzu. But Kakuzu wouldn't seriously want to hurt me, it's Kazuki I have to watch out for. "You just remind me of that fucking bastard."

Crawling up to Hidan on the bed, Kakuzu looked him in the eye. "Don't compare me to Kazuki."

The serious tone... it was definitely Kakuzu, and Hidan was relieved, but he didn't want to show the emotion he was holding back in front of his teammate. As his eye began to fill with water, he gripped the pillow and covered his face.

"Hidan, you're allowed to cry," Kakuzu told him. "It's a natural response to something like that happening." He noticed that Hidan wasn't only covering his face, and that his hips were turned so that his groin faced the headboard. "Hidan," he said, placing a hand on Hidan's shoulder which was swiftly knocked away, causing Hidan to turn to face him.

Hidan looked down at himself. ...I'd actually gotten hard, why? He attempted to cover the skin between his legs quickly. "I don't need your fucking help, old man! I'm A-OK! As if that bastard could actually hurt-"

"Don't pretend," Kakuzu told him, and Hidan's tense muscles became loose. He wouldn't let his tears out, but he became eerily silent. The places in which Hidan had newfound stitches dripped with his own blood. Kakuzu stood. "Get a shower." Hidan might have wanted the stitches removed from his arms, hands and shoulders, but Kakuzu knew that there was no way to take them out without excessive bleeding... and Hidan would absolutely loathe the pain.