Chapter 2

Hallo peoplez! *is shot at* HEY! I fucking tried to update sooner! Remember, I'm using my MOM"S computer. As in, I personally have no interwebz. So, *Gives puppy dog eyes* Pwease don't kill me! *Secretly grabs Chitana's gun and sticks it in her pocket*

It may or may not be M, I don't really care. I'd rather this NOT get erased, ya know?

And yes, this is in the ninjaverse.

Warnings: OCs, OOCness, Cussing (Duh), limes, and fluff, depending on how far ahead you are there may be a couple spoilers, and suicide.

Disclaimer: Would Hidan be dead if I owned Naruto in any way, shape, or form? THINK LIKE A NORMAL PERSON, BIZ-NITCHES!

Dedication- To cursing, to unexpected drop-ins, and to being blissfully blind!

BEGIN!

(Kumori P.O.V.)

After he finished eating, he just left. Honestly, though, I was relieved that I wouldn't have to look after him anymore. I's well known in the Hidden Rain what happens if you piss off an Akatsuki member, and Hidan was famous for being the most volatile (Well… actually, Deidara's supposed to be worse. At least Hidan doesn't have bombs) Still, I couldn't help but think about the silver haired man all morning as I prepared to go to "work". His magenta eyes in particular kept flickering in my mind. It's almost a shame that he didn't stay any longer…

(Hidan P.O.V.)

"Kakuzu!" I shouted when I entered the base. I didn't see him, though. Only Deidara and Sasori. "Oh, you're back, hm. What took you so long, hm?" I ignored his question. "Woman, where the fucking hell is Kakuzu?" His eye twitched. "I already told you, Hidan, I'm not a woman, hm." I rolled my eyes. "Just answer the Jashin-damn question." He was about to start having a hissy fit, but Sasori covered his mouth and spoke instead. "He's in his room, just doing the usual." I nodded. "Sasori, Man-woman." I snickered as I walked past a sputtering Deidara and an uncaring Sasori.

"BASTARD!" I shouted when I entered Kakuzu's room. He didn't even glance at me, just kept counting his money. One day, I'm going to sacrifice ALL of his money. I moved in front of him, fist clenched and quivering. "YOU FUCKING LEFT ME IN THE STREET IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCKING RAIN-STORM, YOU DICK SUCKING SON OF A BITCH!" He rolled his eyes. "Your own fault for being stupid." My eyes twitched. "FUCK YOU, YOU JASHIN DAMNED SHITCICLE!" (Ahem, SHITCICLE- frozen shit formed in the shape of an icicle. You are now one word smarter!) He paused, glanced at me, and then turned back to his money. "I'd rather not. Stupidity might be an STD." It took me a couple seconds to register what he said. "You… You… ASSWIPE!"

I stalked out of his room, pissed as hell. Old ass fucking money grubbing bitch. I didn't feel like being in the base anymore, so I headed out. Along the way, I passed Deidara, who had apparently calmed me down. "Hey, where are you going, hm?" I snarled at him. "FUCK YOU, MAN-WOMAN!" He deadpanned as I walked past. Who the fuck does he think he is anyway? Jashin-Sama? That's a laugh. Honestly, I didn't know WHERE I wanted to go, so I just headed towards the village.

Once I got there, I let my alcohol-senses guide me towards the nearest bar. It was getting close to night now, and not many people were out on the streets. But, there WAS one person selling jewelry in a stand. Out of his stuff (which I just meant to pass by), a pair of amethyst studs caught my eye. Immediately, my mind flashed to Kumori. Her beautiful eyes flashed in my mind. Quickly, I changed directions and headed for her house.

(Kumori P.O.V.)

I had been asleep when a demanding series of knocks invaded my dreams. Who the fuck is visiting at this hour? Stubbornly, I stayed in bed, hoping that whoever it was would go away. Instead, the knocks turned into forceful bangs. GODDAMMIT TO HELL! "Alright, already!" I got out of bed and went to my abused door. This better be important. I slammed my door open, not really knowing who to expect. "What the fucking hell do you want, dammit! If you're a salesman, I'll… Oh." Hidan was standing there, smirking at me annoyingly. My eyes went wide, and I stepped back. "Ah, s-s-sorry, Hidan-Sama." NOW I'm dead. His smirk widened. "Didn't know that such a pretty woman could have such a foul mouth. Honestly, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" I glared at him. "No, the bitch died several years ago." WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT? He tilted his head. "Do you kiss your BOYFRIEND with that mouth?" SLAP HIM, SLAP HIM, AND SLAP HIM HARD! "Don't have one to. Now, is there something you want, or am I awake at two o' clock in the fucking morning for nothing?" He ruffled my hair. "Mind if I come in?" THE FUCKING HELL YES I DO! "No, please do." I moved aside so he could walk in. I swear, he looked like the fucking Cheshire Cat right then. He immediately made a move for my couch. I shut the door, and turned to see him sprawled all over it. I glared at him. He stared at me. There was a long awkward silence.

He was the first to speak. "How old are you, Kumori?" Fuck you. "Twenty." He smiled, and then scooted to one side of the couch. "You don't have to stand there all night. Come sit here." He patted the spot next to him. FUCKING MAKE ME! "Yes, Hidan-Sama." I moved next to him. I just stared at the ground in front of me. "You don't have to fucking call me 'Sama' either. 'Kun' or just Hidan will be just fine." I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Hidan-KUN." I FELT his victorious smirk plastered all over his face. Oh, how I wanted to wipe it off. "Well, Kumori-Chan, what's your job?" against my will, I flinched. I looked over at him and saw his eyes look at me questioningly. No way in Hell I'm telling him. "I sing at a hotel." I whispered. I felt and heard him shift around. "Really? That's cool. What's your favorite color?" I glared at him. "Why are we playing twenty questions?" He grinned and put one hand behind his head. "Because I feel like it. Now, answer the fucking question." I sighed in defeat. "Silver." His grin went up about twelve notches, and THEN I realized what he'd think THAT answer came from. "And it ain't from your damn hair." He gave me a 'RIIIIGHT' look and continued. "You know, I AM grateful that you took care of me when I was shitfaced." … That almost sounded sweet. I smiled at him. Oh, and I DEFINITELY regret it (liar) AH! TINY VOICE! BEGONE, SPAWN OF SATAN! "It was my pleasure. Any person would have done the same." He cocked his head to the side. "If they knew who I was, maybe, but you sure as fuck didn't, and you still helped my ass. That makes you a genuinely good person." HAHAHAHAHAHA A GOOD PERSON, that's funny. "You're too kind." He smiled again. "Out of curiosity, just how badly am I annoying you?" …. "Honestly, I was asleep when you came, so… yeah." Bastard. The next thing I knew, I was being lifted up in the air, bridal style. An involuntary "EEP!" escaped my lips. MOTHER FUCKER He chuckled, a deep chuckle that rumbled through me. "I'll let you sleep, Kumori-Chan." He wandered around, and FINALLY found my bedroom. How demeaning.

Gently, he laid me down in the bed. I was about to thank him when he slipped in next to me. THE FUCK? "Ah! Hidan, w-what the…" I barely caught myself from cussing him out again, and my body decided to blush instead. He smirked at me. "It's more comfortable like this. Do you mind?" His eyes DARED me to say yes. You fucking jackass. "Of course not, Hidan-KUN, I don't mind AT ALL. Just so long as YOU'RE comfortable." I let the sarcasm drip heavily off my tongue. He laughed at me. Bastard. "Good. Good night, Kumori-Chan." With that, he closed his eyes and pulled me into him. He CAN'T be serious. Sighing, I let sleep take over me, mentally cursing him out the whole time.

(Hidan P.O.V.)

She amused me. She'd get an annoyed glint to her eye pretty much every time I spoke, and switched off from insulting to polite. She definitely didn't realize that the few times she DID talk politely, she sounded completely sarcastic. I didn't mind though. It made me want to laugh.

A little while after her breathing evened out, I turned her to face me. I still found myself in awe of her beauty. She didn't seem real, more like a fairy than a woman. I leaned in and smelled her hair. Again, that unmistakable smell of vanilla invaded my nostrils. She looked so innocent, sleeping in the moonlight. Her skin seemed to glow, honestly. Thank you, Jashin-Sama. Grinning, I dug my head into her neck and went to sleep.

(Kumori P.O.V.)

When I was waking up, I felt a hot body lying halfway on top of me. Oh God, I didn't get drunk at work, did I? I sighed, and then opened my eyes. I was surprised to see that I was at my house, and not a stranger's. I twisted my neck to see who was laying on me, and was met with Hidan's sleeping face. Oh. I then remembered what had happened last night. A part of me wanted to push him off the bed and laugh as he woke up, but a larger and smarter part told me that it would be a BAD idea, and even thought that he looked halfway adorable when he was in a non-alcohol induced slumber. I giggled and slipped out of his arms. To my relief, he stayed asleep, despite being moved around a bit. Smiling to myself, I took out a paper, brush, and ink and left him a message. I left it on my pillow, got dressed, and left for work.

(Hidan P.O.V.)

Kumori… I reached out my hand for her, but just got the cold sheets. SHIT! I shot up and snapped my head around to find her. Immediately, my eyes zeroed in on the off-white piece of paper folded on the other pillow. I snatched it up and looked it over. Hidan, I have to work. If you honestly must know, I'll be done at six. Try not to break anything in my house, or, better yet, leave and lock the door behind you. The key is in the orchid's pot outside. Kumori-CHAN. … Oh. I stuck the note in my pocket and walked out, locking the door like she asked. For once, it was sunny out. I ran a hand through my hair and thought about what I should do until she came back. I guess I'll just go back to the base for now. While I stood there thinking, I didn't pay any attention to a couple that was staring at me and whispering. I didn't even think about the one comment I did hear. "Looks like she's bringing her clients home now." The girl whispered. He nodded, and they kept whispering. I honestly didn't care about who or what they were talking about, so I just left.

(Kumori P.O.V.)

I tiredly walked out once work was over. I'd had a harder time redoing my appearance today, so I was out later than I wanted. Thank God it's over. Though it was necessary that I did what I did, I still hated it. That WAS the point, though. I ran a hand through my now-perfect hair. I'd forgotten about Hidan, so I did a little grocery shopping before I went home. Of course, I knew that the prices were knocked up for me, but I was used to it by now. After about twenty minutes, I was finished and headed home. When I was at my door, Hidan, my new best friend (Note sarcasm), scared the shit out of me by opening my door. From the inside. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" I let go of the bags of groceries. Of course, he caught every single one just before they hit the ground. "Fucking took you long enough." He smirked at me, a satisfied look in his eyes. Oh, how I wished I could wipe it off. "I apologize." He strode into my home like he owned the place. "Get in the fucking house already, Kumori-Chan." I dead-panned. What an asshole.

Over the next couple of weeks, Hidan came over frequently. He spent the night a few times, and always held me like he did the first night. Honestly though, he was growing on me. I actually found him to be funny once in a while, especially the first time he insisted on going shopping with me. He nearly killed a few clerks for the rip-off prices they were giving me. The rest wizened up, or knew who he was, and in fact gave me better deals than anyone else. Of course, I knew that that would be fixed if I went to their store without him. He was curious about me, and asked about a hundred questions a day. I ignored a lot of them, because they were just too embarrassing sometimes, but he didn't seem to mind. After a week or so, I looked forward to seeing him after work. We weren't a couple, not at all, I wouldn't have allowed it. We were just good friends. Until then, I had forgotten what it was like to have a friend that really cared about you.

Of course, I never let him meet me at my work. With what I did, I would never allow him to know what it was. He never pressed the issue, and seemed content to just wait for me at my home, so there weren't any issues for some time. If only it could have stayed that way.

I'm DONE! So, what do you fine people think?

Kimino- I think that it needs-

Me- I SAID FINE PEOPLE! NOT CRAZY, PSYCHOTIC SHE-DEVILS THAT I MADE AND LOVE!

Kimino- Bitch.

Chitana- Kimino, you know that that's not nice. Quite fighting in front of the readers.

Kimino- Fine, I'll just go drag Yukitenshi to a club.

Chitana- THE FUCK NO YOU WON'T SHIT-HEAD! *Grabs duck tape*

Kimino- HA! I JUST PROVED THAT YOU'RE A HYPOCRITE! *Runs away laughing maniacally*

Chitana- GET BACK HERE YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!

Me- *Covering poor, sweet Yukitenshi's ears* Well, please read and review before I set these psychos on you!

Yukitenshi- WHAAAT? I CAN'T HEAR A THING!

Me- that's kind of the point.*peeks at the gun she stole from Chitana* Shit, it's not loaded! Ah, Um, BYE YA'LL!