WARNING: OKAY IF YOU DON'T LIKE YAOI DON'T READ.
YES THIS INCLUDES SOME-NOT A LOT- OF IT. I'm not very good at writing it. =_=
This story features Hidan and Kakuzu.
alright. tell me what you think of it. this is my first fanfiction. thank you for reading and sorry if it sucks like i think it does.
One of those bloodcurdling screams was let out and nearly froze everything in existence to becoming still in submission to its cry. The lungs, the throat, and the ears were tired of the yells. The body choked on itself, hacking up blood threatening to clog its airway.
A blow knocked against bone with a hollow sound followed by a thud of the shinobi. The ninja was forever silenced and crippled, lame on the ground before him as the arch of his foot lie on the curve of the enemies' head. A life wasted towards a false religion. He was lost from his hands- past recognition and lacked any use.
"I'm beginning to see more weaker shinobi," a grumble sounded as eyes ran down a bloodied body, him pausing. "As if the world of the ninja is going backwards and tripping over itself in its own mistake instead of forwards," words of distaste came from a man who had been up and living years past his prime.
"It won't sustain me much longer if this continues." The miser spoke grimly, a concern for his organs being mentioned.
"That was my kill- the heathen was about to die at my hands! I was almost done you dickhead! Give me a drop or two of your blood, Kakuzu!" his partner spat at him, blood flying up in the air with him talking and now laughing loudly as a grin spread wide on his face. "C'mon! I'll show you what you couldn't make yourself wait for! Fuck! You can't deny Jashin of a sacrifice!" more came from the figure lying down on his back getting animated, especially with his mouth.
His soles shaped the dirt as he pulled against it in a stride. The sinner dared to step foot inside the circle of gore, stopping before Hidan pinned to the ground with weaponry by his own will.
He stood above him, displeased at the foolish actions he'd witnessed. "You take up too much time," it sounded as more of a warning in his tone. "Besides," the word came out deeper, beginning a new thought.
The older man lowered himself to the should-be-deadman. His large frame crawled barely an inch above him as his limbs skipped past the handles and blades protruding or poking elsewhere out of his skin.
Violet eyes were looking into the green of his, keeping a cautionary eye contact between the two as the man advanced. A stale tone came from him like it was tired of repeating itself to get a point across and rather less loosing hope in it. "Hidan, I don't know how many times I've told you," fingers wrapped around the blunt end of the pike lodged in his fair-skinned chest. His gaze was on the dried sheets of blood on the man. "And knowing you, this won't be the last. But-," his grip roughly pushed the tip of the metal further in.
"AHAhaa," a cry out in ecstasy of the pain was the immortal's reaction. His mouth had opened wide and inside was blood mixed with his saliva, leaving the rust taste for his partner to relish in. Tongue stained a darker pink, an unnatural deep red, lifted out from being curled behind his lower teeth to lick dry lips. Soon after his tongue was shown to him in the way, the tanner man unmasked his face and pushed his own against it. Their lips touched
The silver-haired man seemed to be diverting back to prayer as his words mentioned Jashin. A brow rose as he thanked the god for the pleasure he was getting out of the pang, burning, and twisting of his flesh as the wound gushed with blood.
Well aware of how the man was close to loosing consciousness, he fit in his last sentence when he pulled away from the kiss. Kakuzu had a hand securely on the lunatic's cheekbones as if keep his attention. "What is yours, is mine," the statement wasn't questioned..