Hidan never thought he would see the day he was sitting in a custody cell, waiting for his next meal to be brought. Guess it's true then, he thought, sighing. No spare ribs in prison.
The room was small, cold and damp and he had no company and no chair, just his bed. So he was sat, leaning against a rock hard wall, on his bed. "Crap," he whispered, pouting. Nobody to complain to, nobody to yell at. It was the first time he actually wanted to see Barbie and Ken. His nail-polished hands and fiddling around were all that kept him occupied. No comb to comb his hair bag, he probably looked a mess with big bushy hair. He needed gel, right then and there. He was lucky they didn't require shirts, but he was becoming hungry in more ways than one.
He looked to the door, hearing footsteps, to see Kakuzu. "Your meal." It wasn't much of a meal. Served on a wooden plate, a bowl of soup, a piece of bread and... 'meat'. He twitched at the sight as Kakuzu came up to him.
"Say, miracle detective," he said, looking up at Kakuzu who sighed. "You wouldn't have any, well... 'bitches' around here?"
"No," Kakuzu answered. "Prisoners will be treated like prisoners... meaning, we won't bring anyone in to satisfy your personal needs."
A thought came to Hidan's mind. "...Well, if not, then," he stood up, walking up to Kakuzu and smirking. His hand landed on Kakuzu's shoulder.
There was a long pause before Kakuzu spoke. "You... are joking," answered Kakuzu, leaving and closing the door.
Quickly locking the door, Kakuzu glared at his reflection in the metal. He actually considered it... what kind of detective considers sleeping with a person in custody? He felt himself become queasy at his own feeling of guilt, and walked out of the cells. He was ninety and Hidan was twenty two. That didn't concern him, but Hidan was a criminal, a prisoner of the police station he worked at. He should not have felt like accepting that at all, and yet...
"Damn it," Kakuzu said, washing his face in the bathroom. "I'm stupid..."
That day, two men in the exact same black coat with white lining as Hidan came to visit him. One short, with dark red hair and the other taller, with blonde hair. They were arguing, and when they reached the counter, the policeman spoke. "May I help you?"
"We're here to visit someone in custody," the red-haired one said, eyeing the blonde and stopping him from saying what he was about to. "His name is Hidan. Is he here?"
"Yes, he is, but... you see, that's-"
Kakuzu stepped behind the counter. "You know that man?"
"Yes," answered the redhead, looking Kakuzu in the eye. "What an odd colour," he whispered.
"Very well. Come, you may visit."
The two coated men followed Kakuzu to the cells, being lead to the metallic door. He opened it and glared at the white haired man.
"I'm bored, bored, bored, bored, fucking bored, bored, bored, bored..." Hidan was sat on the bed punching the pillow.
"Hidan," he heard, turning to see the red-haired man.
"Saso-... Ken!" Hidan had stopped himself before saying the man's name. The false name gave him an idea, and he sent his gaze to the blonde. "And Barbie!" He grinned as the blonde's eyebrows furrowed and he crossed his arms.
"They're visiting you," Kakuzu stated. "I'll be here, just so you don't get up to anything."
The doll duo, Hidan mused to himself as the two men walked into the room. Sasori and Deidara. Eternity and instance... The men were complete opposites.
"Un... you're serious, Hidan?" Deidara asked, glaring at him. "Why are you in here?"
"More fun," Hidan answered. "I wanna know the big fucking deal about miracle detective Kakuzu."
"You are impossible," Sasori said, his palm landing to his face. "You do know that the punishment for all of your crimes combined is execution."
Kakuzu raised an eyebrow when Hidan fell on to his back in the bed from laughter, saying, "good one, Ken."
"Barbie, Ken," Kakuzu said, causing the blonde-haired man's face to turn the shade of Sasori's hair. Now, others than Hidan were calling him Barbie - but Kakuzu probably thought it was his name. "It's time to leave."