A/N: okay so I haven't seen how these guys act in the anime, but I hope I didn't slaughter them to bad. I did leave out a few things though. I didn't put in anything about Hindan's rituals and I ignored the stupid ugly masks on Kurusu's back…because he's sexier without them. I DON"T own anything!!
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"Fucking stupid…stupid cold," Hidan muttered as he walked next to Kakuzu. "I fucking hate this stupid cold!" his complaints did have ground to them. He and his partner were returning from a successful bounty hunt and were trekking across a little dirt road—'in the middle of fucking nowhere!' Hidan thought—and it was freezing out. 'Freezing I wish it was fucking freezing! Its waaay past fucking freezing!' the albino thought bitterly. 'I hate the mother fucking cold so much! It makes me sleepy and cranky and….cold…and sleepy!'
"Oi, Kakuzu! Can we stop for the night already," he called to the older man. "Hey dick weed! You listening to me! Stop fucking ignoring me, I'm freezin̕ my balls off here! And I'm fucking tired as hell!" the stitch-mad ignored him. He was used to Hindan's whining and complaining. However, he did look over at the smaller man out of the corner of his eye.
The Jashinist did look truly miserable. His arms were pulled in side his cloak for warmth, which didn't do much good—they were made of surprisingly light weight material—his eyes were droopy and his lips were tinted blue from cold. 'Wimp,' Kakuzu thought. 'It's not that cold….but then again. He is smaller them me, and probably doesn't have an ounce of fat on that lean body. Plus he doesn't have a shirt on under his cloak…' he looked back at his partner again, and felt one of his many heart strings tug at him.
Instantly banishing the absurd feeling he looked back to the road, but Hindan's chattering teeth were getting rather annoying—little things like that just drove him insane. "There should be a town up ahead. I suppose we can stop there…"
"Fucking sweet!" the younger man yelled and quickened his pace.
After about ten minutes of walking—which seemed like twice as long to Hidan—the duo reached the little…..
"You call this fucking shit hole a town," the freezing albino complained, and he had a point. It was more like a tiny blemish on the desolate frigid wasteland; consisting of one tea shop/restraint, two little stores—one looking so run down it looked about ready to fall over—and the three story inn. "Oh well… at least it has an inn. Even if it looks like a rat riddled hell hole…"
Kakuzu ignored his companion's complaints and walked to the inn. He opened the door and was assaulted by a gust of warm air. Feeling this Hidan ducked under the taller mans arm and ran inside, finding the small fire place and running over to it. The stitch-man shook his head at his partner's idiocy and walked up to the reception desk. No one was there and tapped the little bell in annoyance.
An old lady walked out from behind the curtain behind the desk, and smiled at him sweetly, the way old people do. "Yes, how may I help you?" she said bowing to him.
"I need a room for me and…" he looked over his shoulder at Hidan who was still standing stupidly close to the fire. "My stupid friend." He finished. The old lady frowned looking down at the log book in front of her.
"Well, we only have one room left…and it's a single," she said looking over the page again. Kakuzu frowned at her behind his mask in annoyance.
"What? Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so. We might be in the middle of nowhere but we get a lot of weary travelers," she said closing the book, and looking over at the smaller man by the fire. "There's another town about two hours walk from here, but your friend looks pretty tired to me."
"No, he's just a little pussy but that room's fine," he said in a begrudged tone and put a few gold coins on the desk. She handed him the key and instructed him, that their room was on the first floor just down the hall to the right. Nodding he turned from her and to Hidan. "Hey stupid, come on," he called and started down the hall.
The Jashinist jumped away from the fire and followed the older man down the hall. When he caught up with Kakuzu he was just opening the door. The greedy banker stepped in and Hidan followed. The room was warm and cozy, small but not cramped. Seeing the bed he cracked a wide smile—being too tired from the cold to notice that there was only one—and ran over to it.
The little albino laid down on his back with a sigh, relaxing into the surprisingly soft mattress. "Oh, fucking yes…" he drawled not caring that his scythe was digging into his back. He was beginning to fall asleep when the rooms other occupant spoke up.
"Hey don't fall asleep like that. Take your scythe off."Kakuzu scolded as he removed his cloak and mask. Hidan groaned several obscenities but got up and did as he was told. He removed the scythe from his back and leaned it against the wall. Pulling his cloak over his head he simply threw it on the ground not caring about it like his precious scythe. Towing off his shoes he let them rest with his discarded cloak, then turned back to the bed.
"Fuck, what gives," he said with annoyance, just realizing that there was only one bed—obliged it was rather large, but still. "There's only on bed dick weed!"
"It's all they had now shut up. You're lucky you get this," Kakuzu said as he turned away from the younger man, and went into the bathroom. Hidan just cursed at the shut door and knelt next to the bed. Clasping his precious Jashin pendent between his hands he praised his god of several long moments before standing up and getting into the bed.
Kakuzu sighed as he shut off the hot water of the shower. Stepping out of the little cubical he wrapped a towel around his waist before going over to the mirror. Wiping the fog from the glass surface he frowned at the ugly thing looking back at him.
"Hidan…" the stitch-man whispered. 'Hidan doesn't know what it's like to look this way. I can have all the riches in the world but it still couldn't buy me what he has…. People wouldn't be afraid to see his face, girl's fawn over him all the time…' he turned away from his reflection, banishing his envious thoughts.
Taking the towel off his waist he ruffled his stringy hair dry, then padded off the rest of his body with the fluffy white thing. Picking up his pants he slipped them back on and exited the steamy room. Upon entering the main room he heard light snoring and looked over to the bed.
Hidan was sprawled out across it, taking up not just his half but the whole thing. His white hair was tussled and the thin sheets rested low on his hips, showing his entire pale flawless chest, his full lips parted as he snored. A small smile tugged at stitched cheeks as Kakuzu looked at the sleeping albino.
"No," he whispered harshly to himself. Kakuzu had learned a long time ago that when you looked like he did it was best not to let feelings form. If you didn't feel anything for someone ells you couldn't have your heartbroken. Running a hand through his messy hair he walked over to the bad and pulled the covers back. The occupant of the bed complained in his sleep and shifted slightly.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed the stitch-man gently nudged his partner. Hidan groaned but rolled over without waking up. Laying down Kakuzu sighed and pulled the sheets back up over himself and Hidan. Folding his hands behind his head he stared up into the dark of the room. After a few minutes his eyes began to drift shut and he felt himself drifting to sleep.
"Fuckin̕ cold…" came a slurred sleepy complaint from Hidan, and the next thing Kakuzu knew the smaller man had rolled back over and curled up right next to him. The albino's soft hair brushed against his chest and the banker shivered.
Kakuzu thought briefly about pushing the other man away. He wanted to, he really did…but he couldn't. That was the one bad thing about having five hearts. Democracy ruled and this time four of his hearts out voted the other one…..
TCB.
A/N: okay feel free to throw things at me, I know I probably butchered these two…. Sorry for the lack of lemon, but I promise that it will cum tee hee in the next, and last chapter.
