Hot For Teacher
Story # 0262
by Kaline Reine
This fic is written for ..Chan. She's an awesome friend and I know she really likes KakuHidan lately, so this fic is for her!
Warnings: This is my first Kakuzu X Hidan story. Contains yaoi, gay male on male explicit adult scenes, and of course a really crazy plot. Also there is lots of offensive language, b/c of Hidan of course. If you don't like that sort of thing, or you're the picky type, then please read no further. Hit the back button and find something else to read, rather than wasting time annoying and harassing me. If you can handle it, then continue and enjoy. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. I also don't own the song from the title of this fic. This is NOT a songfic. I also don't own any of the other fics which probably have this same title. I've never seen any of them, but I'm sure since it's pretty popular there might be some. Ok, whew, I'm done.
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Chapter 2:
Over the next few weeks, Hidan began to learn just what a greedy jerk his teacher was. Every time he cursed in class, he was charged money. He's started out at just 10 cents per word, but he'd changed it to a quarter when Hidan started to use the F-word even more.
"If you keep using the F-word in my class, Hidan-kun…" The masked man smiled. "That will be your grade."
"Fuck you!" Hidan shouted, making the entire class laugh.
This went on between the two of them for some time. Since there was really no class being taught, it gave the teacher plenty of time to pick on his favorite student. For one who was so adamant that his method was wrong, Hidan certainly was an interesting person.
Kakuzu just smirked, and held up a jar that was almost overflowing with change. All of it was from Hidan. The other students might have had to pay once or twice, but they soon caught on that there was no tolerance for swearing in Kakuzu-sensei's classroom. Everyone except for a certain gray-headed man.
"Hidan-kun-"
"Don't fucking call me that, you bitch!"
"Hidan-baka," Kakuzu corrected, amusement evident in his voice. "You will need to stay after class today."
Well that was something new. They were almost halfway through the course by now. Kakuzu had put up with all of Hidan's nonsense so far, and he hadn't said a word.
"What? Why?!" Hidan "What the fuck did I do?!"
"Because I said so. I'm tired of you cursing in my class."
"And I'm tired of you being a greedy, money-grubbing bastard!"
Many of the other students had already paid for the grade they wanted. Hidan didn't.
He'd brought his laptop with him so he could do work from other classes, while he was in this one. Hidan wanted to at least make some use of his free time here. Most of his classmates would It was clear by now that the Jashinist was different from the others. He definitely stood out from the crowd.
"What ever, you fucking asshole."
"By the way," Their teacher spoke sweetly. "You owe me a buck fifty for swearing."
Hidan hit his head to the desk in annoyance. This was hell. It had to be.
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Kakuzu was silently admiring his favorite student. He secretly liked it when people were rebels. It showed that they were different from everyone else. He admired a person who stood up for what they believed in. And Hidan did just that.
He kind of liked the way Hidan's silver hair was always neatly slicked back. The kid had a habit of going around campus without a shirt on, whenever he could get away with it. That was practically asking for trouble. But it was his eyes that interested Kakuzu the most. They were an odd shade of magenta- truly unique. The only thing he found abrasive about his student was the constant need to curse. And of course that annoying religion of his.
He was still lost in thought when the bell rang and Hidan came up to his desk. He walked like he had a chip on his shoulder or something.
And in truth, Hidan did. He hated the way his arrogant professor had started charging him money for talking, too.
"Make it quick," He said, being sure to watch his language as much as he could. "I have stuff to do."
"I just want to talk."
"Greedy people are bastards anyway! You're undeserving to call yourself a teacher at all."
Kakuzu just chuckled. "Hidan-san… What does the pendant around your neck mean?"
Hidan looked at the masked man in surprise. He wondered what he expected to gain out of this. Picking up the silver pendant, he twirling the symbol of his religion between smooth pale fingers. It looked like a triangle inside of a circle. Nothing really
Kakuzu found himself watching the way his student's hands moved over the shiny silver metal. It went nice with his hair, his eyes, everything… It suited him. But he was watching the motions with interest. The boy had really pretty hands… He found himself wondering what they would feel like sliding across his skin. And the he found himself wondering if he needed to see a shrink.
"This is the symbol of my God, Jashin-sama."
"I see…"
"Oh so now you're going to start being all fucking smug about it, just because I have a different religion from you? I guess you're going to fucking charge me money for that too, huh?!"
"No, not at all," Despite Hidan's temper tantrum, Kakuzu remained perfectly calm.
Hidan didn't know how he should act now. This was confusing him. People didn't usually act this way. "Fine. Can… Can I go now?" He was still at a loss as to what to say.
"Hidan, I want to show you something…"
The teacher's hands moved up to the mask which covered his face. Hidan's purple-pink eyes widened. Was he really going to show him what his face looked like under the mask? This was too good to be true. If it were something horrible, he could have dirt on him. He could blackmail the professor into doing whatever he wanted.
Just as two fingers dug into the material of the cloth, there was a quiet knock on the door, followed by someone opening it. Both of the men jumped slightly, alarmed that someone else would just walk in like that.
"Sorry, I forgot something un!" The blonde guy who had acted like a snob to Hidan from the beginning scurried over to his desk to pick up a folder. "Hope I didn't…" he gave them both a look. "Interrupt anything, yeah… Well, byes!"
They had both been too startled to say anything for a few seconds, but Hidan turned and began to leave. "Fuck no, I was just leaving."
Kakuzu sighed as both his students left. What had he just been thinking about doing?
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What had happened that day really seemed to bring them closer. The two didn't get along, but they seemed more tolerant of each other.
Kakuzu assumed it might have something to do with the fact that he didn't judge Hidan for his religion. There were all kinds of rumors about the few people who worshiped Jashin. 'Jashinists' they were called, and among the rumors was one that definitely stood out the most: They were legally allowed to kill people. Some kind of religious right or something.
It hadn't been confirmed, but the rumors held over many years. Also, there were the more juvenile myths that all Jashinists were vampires or at least immortal. It was true that they believed the following of their religion would eventually grant them immortality. But they didn't share any of that with outsiders. Kakuzu was curious about this, but he made an effort not to treat Hidan any differently because of it.
He had overslept and was running late for his class today. Kakuzu's was the only one he had, since his first class got canceled for that day. Orochimaru was not the most dependable Science teacher.
"Does anyone have any food?" Hidan asked everyone frantically, as the students stood outside the door to History class.
"I've got some fruit," Deidara, the blonde guy that seemed to dislike Hidan took a few things out of his coat pockets. There was an apple, a banana, and a pear. All of these things were from the vending machine out front, of course Hidan had been in too much of a hurry to stop there.
Grabbing the one in the middle, Hidan shoved it into his pack with a smile. "Thanks, I'm fucking starving! I owe you one, blondie."
"Don't mention it, un." The younger man smiled.
Hidan smiled, and soon everyone was filing into the classroom. As usual, Kakuzu-sensei just opened the door, and then went to his desk, saying nothing. He started reading or something while the class just did whatever.
He decided to do homework for another class, since they never had any assignments in this one. It was both a blessing and a curse. At least Hidan decided to make good use of the free period he had. He always used Kakuzu's class to do his homework for all the other courses he took.
He put his laptop on his desk, and starting typing away on his essay for English class. Then his stomach growled, reminding him that he was hungry. He took out the banana that Deidara had given him earlier.
Kakuzu's eyes scanned the classroom for any signs of mischief. These were college students, but he still felt like a babysitter sometimes. His eyes landed on his most unruly student. Hidan.
"Mmm…" He sucked the tip of the long white fruit into his mouth, savoring the taste of it. The slight juices it produced ran down his face, as he took a tiny bite.
"Just hurry up and eat it," Came an annoyed grunt from the front of the room. Kakuzu glared at him. How dare he eat so lewdly!
Hidan scowled. "Fuck off. This is all the food I have for the rest of your damn class. I'm eating it. Screw you."
"Fifty cents," The teacher muttered, pointing to the change jar on his desk.
The Jashinist walked to the front of the room, still eating his banana. He put two quarters in the jar loudly, and stormed back to his seat. He proceeded to finish his snack, smacking loudly and taking his time eating. How dare that guy try to dictate how people ate!
He didn't really know why his teacher had made that sudden outburst. Kakuzu didn't even know why himself… He always let people eat in his class. It didn't really matter, they had no work to do anyway. The only thing that mattered to Kakuzu in the end was earning the extra money for his students' grades. Nothing else mattered.
But then, why was he so fixated on Hidan right now? He watched, as the man took another bite of the elongated yellow fruit. He kept watching, and somehow what he was seeing changed from his student eating a snack in class to Hidan sucking him off.
'How did this happen?' He wondered.
When class was over, Hidan walked right out. Kakuzu cursed himself for not asking him to stay after class again. Though, it would have been hard to come up with a legitimate reason anyway. Since when did he feel like he had to fabricate reasons? He wondered what the hell was happening to him. And then he chastised himself for cursing in his own mind. One of his students was definitely rubbing off on him.
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A/N: Okay so I'm a rabid fangirl and this may not be the best story. I'm trying to keep it interesting anyway. I hope most of you still enjoy it. I would really like to thank Maru-sha for helping me with ideas when I was stuck.
And Nei-chan, hope you like the story. :) Lol.
-Kaline Reine
