Kakuzu was in the kitchen trying to scrounge up something for dinner when he heard the front door open and slam closed.
"Hidan?"
"It's me, dumbass. Got dinner ready?"
"We've got nothing."
Hidan walked into the kitchen to watch his boyfriend try to find foods suitable to throw together.
"Whose fault is that? You do the shopping."
"We didn't have much left over money."
"Hn," hummed Hidan before sitting at the kitchen counter.
"I applied at the gas station down the street. Hopefully I'll start working nights there."
"Like you need another job. Couldn't we just live in a less expensive town?"
"Moving costs money."
"Everything costs money."
"Yes, it does. Speaking of, you should have gotten your check today. We need to pay the electricity bill."
Hidan reached into his pocket, pulled out a folded piece of paper, and put it on the counter. "Here ya go, Kisa."
They both froze. Hidan looked up with wide eyes as Kakuzu turned around slowly.
"Shit! I'm sorry!"
"Did you just… call me 'Kisa'?" asked Kakuzu.
"I meant 'Kuzu'! I was just thinking of something Kisame said at work. I just got mixed up, that's all. I swear!"
Kakuzu walked swiftly past his white haired lover.
"'Kuzu, please!" called Hidan, trailing his lover. "I mean, it's not like I called you the wrong name during sex or anything."
"You were giving me money!"
Hidan jumped when Kakuzu slammed the door in his face. He wasn't aware they had made it to the bedroom yet.
"Kakuzu, can you try to be reasonable? It's just money! Stop being such a dumbass!" There was no reply. "Please, 'Kuzu. It was an accident…. 'Kuzu?... Fine! Be a little asshole!"
Hidan stomped away from the bedroom door back to the kitchen. After a few minutes of rooting around, he settled on making instant ramen.
There's definitely a reason Kakuzu's the cook, thought Hidan as he forced the meal down.
A knock at the door pulled Hidan from his musings. At the second knock Hidan realized that Kakuzu was moping and wouldn't get the door.
"Just a minute!" yelled the grouchy teen, pushing himself from the counter and stalking to the door. "Oh, Kisame."
"Hidan?"
"That's my name, asshole."
"Didn't know you knew how to answer doors."
"Funny. What'd'ya want? Kakuzu's in a crabby mood."
"Oh, I won't stay long then. Just brought this by." Kisame held up a bag. "You left it at the shop."
Hidan reached out and took the bag from his co-worker. "Thanks."
Both men jumped when they heard a door slam shut. "Fuck," muttered Hidan.
The smaller man shrank as Kakuzu stomped toward him, glaring. When he was standing just in front of his boyfriend, he reached out, grabbed the back of his lover's neck, and smashed their lips together.
"Zombie boy's mine," growled Kakuzu. "Go suck face with your weasel."
A moment later Kisame was surprised to be inches away from a closed door.
"Those two are strange," muttered the tall male, shaking his head as he walked away.
A smile slowly stretched across his face.
"Not a bad idea though."