2. Complicated
Hidan may be loud-mouthed, ignorant, and zealous, but he has to be the most convoluted and complicated man I shall ever meet. I can never tell exactly what he wants unless he tells me, but he will probably change his mind in a matter of minutes.
Like right now, he is on his bed, staring at the ceiling with a blank look. I know he's bored, but I don't know what he wants. There is a huge difference between his emotions or feelings and his wants or needs. I can easily determine if he's upset, angered, or bitchy. His facial and bodily expressions show that. But I never know what he's thinking, I never know if he wants me to do something about it, or if he is so deep in thought that he would rather have me not disturb him.
I am a man of control; I had this need to know what is happening, otherwise I become angry. The fact that I almost never know what Hidan wants drives me insane. I hate that power he has over me. I doubt he even knows he has this power in the first place. I feel like messing with him - fight complication with turns his head toward me, his eyes half-closed with drowsiness and boredom. He raises an eyebrow, and I return the gesture.
"Wha' d'you want?" His speech is slurred. Why he is tired or fatigued is beyond me - he has literally been laying on that bed all day.
"What do you want?
"Wha'… What the fuck…? I just… What?" It's amusing to watch him when he's confused. He sits up, now leaning back on his elbows. He's bewildered beyond belief, looking at me like I've gone crazy. He rubs his eyes and blinks a few times.
"I just asked you that."
"Yes." "But… You didn't answer. Damn, I'm so confused…" He flops back on the bed, arms outstretched and eyes focused on the ceiling once again. "I answered with a question. So really, you didn't answer me." "Who the fuck answers a question with a question?" He lets out a breath, closing his eyes and trying to clear his head. "You know what? Don't even bother…"I stand, walking over to his bed and stare down at him. He opens his eyes and our eyes stay connected for several minutes. I can honestly say I enjoy these moments; the silence between us where we aren't arguing for once. We can be content with each other's company without someone attempting a homicidal act. Finally, he moves his body to the left, his eyes never leaving mine. I am still unsure of what to do, but something in my mind tells me to lay down beside him, and I do. I am acting totally on instinct. I can feel his head rest on my shoulder. "I want you to stay." I don't think I need him to tell me what he wants anymore.
