The sky was heavy with the grey of unburst clouds. Around the two shinobi was a melancholy heaviness, like something weighing down on them. As they passed the entrances of posh shops and trinket stalls, the dogs stopped their incessant barking and whimpered. Silenced by the morbid aura of death surrounding the cloaked men.
The approaching yellow light of the resort the two men were headed for began to fade, and, as time passed, filtered out altogether to reveal a mournful and sombre shade of grey cloaking the once happy holiday home.
"Why is it so fucking depressing around here?!" Hidan complained loudly, causing some of the parents to clap their hands over their children's ears.
"I don't know. Maybe if you weren't such and idiot and kept your huge mouth shut, people might smile."
"No fucking way in hell." Hidan beamed, pushing Kakuzu towards the check-in desk.
Their suite turned out to be the worst possible for their situation. The honeymoon suite. In the corner of the vibrant pink room was a Jacuzzi, quietly bubbling away to itself and along the far wall was a king sized hot pink double bed.
"Holy Jashin! I won't be walking for weeks!!"
Kakuzu laughed hoarsely at Hidan's blunt exclamation. Leaning down, he picked Hidan up in the traditional 'crossing the threshold' baby carry. Automatically, threads snaked out of his stitches and slammed the door shut.
"Kakuzu? Weren't we supposed to be doing something?" Hidan sighed, looping his arms around Kakuzu's neck.
"He can wait."
The pale-skinned albino smirked as Kakuzu place him gently on the side of the Jacuzzi and slipped his hand underneath the folds of Hidan's shirt.
And that was when someone knocked on the door.