Lucky
Authors note: Not Beta-ed
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
"Envy is the art of counting the other fellow's blessings instead of your own." Harold Coffin
Sometimes Kakuzu couldn't get over just how fortunate Hidan was. He possessed something many men, including himself, killed for. This thought often plagued Kakuzu, particularly when he was forced to watch the ridiculous rituals his partner preformed. Rituals what should have rightfully killed the performer and yet Hidan walked away every time, not entirely unharmed but most certainty alive. It was irritating to say the least. Every time Kakuzu tried to understand his partner's wish for death, he simply couldn't.
Why would someone want to die? Nearly everyone fought death; the Akatsuki was full of prime examples. The runaway Orochimaru and his ability to hop from body to body was one. Each new skin he claimed added years to his life. It was gruesome, grotesque, and ingenious, although people rarely gave him such praise.
Then there was Sasori, the puppet master. He had painstaking replaced his own flesh and blood in favor of unfeeling wood and metal. Making himself into a 'master piece of everlasting art' as he called it. He'd built himself an immortal body, giving him what he desired most, but in the process turned himself into something not entirely human.
They had all mutilated themselves to achieve their goal. Even Kakuzu had become what some considered a leach. He stole the hearts of the living to fuel his own. And while he preyed off the strong and able, it was still possible to die. They all could slip and falter on the road to immortality, everyone that is except for Hidan.
Hidan didn't have to inhabit bodies. He didn't need to construct a shell too house himself in. He didn't need to steal the hearts of others. Hidan was in fact the only person Kakuzu knew that could have their own heart ripped from their chest and it would still manage to beat. And yet despite his envied gift, Hidan loathed his immortally. Kakuzu couldn't believe such a marvelous ability could be despised so. How could something so wanted by others be wasted upon someone so unworthy?
As he watched Hidan plunge that rusty pike through his chest, Kakuzu glared at him with disgust. Clenching his hand into a fist, Kakuzu looked away brimming with disappointment and envy. Despite Hidan's psychotic religion, foul language, and total lack of finical understanding, Kakuzu could overlook most of the man's flaws. What really aggravated him however, was the fact that Hidan didn't even realize just how lucky he truly was.