Author's Note: I somehow ended up writing a few KakuHidan oneshots, so I thought, why not post 'em all in one place? So here they are. Ratings vary, but are all T or below. Also, beware: occasional fluff. Enjoy!
In Stiches
(At first, Hidan was disgusted by his partner's stiches. But he came to appreciate their many uses soon enough.)
He'd barely been able to believe his eyes the first time he saw the mass of black threads burst out of Kakuzu's back and arms and mouth--out of everywhere, consuming everything. A jutsu, he told himself, just a jutsu, a weird one, sure, but a jutsu.
The first time they were in an especially difficult battle together, the first time he saw Kakuzu without his Akatsuki cloak, Hidan was disgusted by the masks jutting out of Kakuzu's back, and by the tracks of stiches tracing across his body. They were ugly. Disfiguring. Hidan could only feel disdain when he compared them to his own perfectly smooth skin, skin that would heal without a scar even if it was ripped to shreds.
The first time those stiches pierced his flesh, joining his arm to his body again with a precision that was almost hypnotic to watch, Hidan was forced to admit that they were useful. No fashion statement, certainly, but they came in handy. And damn but the pain as they pierced his skin, sliding smoothly through his muscles, was wonderful.
It took a month of whining, pleading, and outright begging to get Kakuzu to show him his face. Even when the man ate, he did so when no one else was around, and his mask was omnipresent if anyone was there to see. The first time that mask came off was in a room at a cheap inn, with cracks in the windows and mold along the edge of the walls. The long, dark hair surprised Hidan; why keep something so attractive hidden away? And the stiches had a sort of rugged, manly charm, he supposed. They were interesting, at least.
The first time those black threads slid straight through his cloak and down his pants, Hidan thought he might be jaded to sex without them for the rest of his immortal life. And there was something really rather sexy about the black lines of thread breaking up the smoothness of the skin, the shifting texture under his fingers, the intricacy of it all.
He really couldn't understand why Kakuzu was always keeping his face covered. It wasn't fair to look that good and not let anyone else enjoy it. But in some ways, that made it even better; he was the only one who got to look.
Four months into their partnership, Hidan couldn't remember why he'd ever found the stiches ugly.