sparkA/N: I've been sick since at least last night. Before that I was dying of aches and pains, so I'll get this done quick~ Enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: You know the drill.

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I was zoning out so bad; there was no doubt about it. I was doing dishes, relief from my waiter duty, since the whole kitchen was worried for me. We were one big family – sorta – who looked out for one another. It was nice that way.

Zoning out, right. Well, I guess you could say that I was zoning out at… anything I could get my grubby little hands on.

I kept an eye on the rest of the kitchen, watching as waiters and waitresses went out with breakfast foods and things, looking pristine and clean – it was a nice restaurant and I was surprised that people could even clean up this nice. Especially me, because I would have definitely came to work in a pair of nice jeans and a white tee if I had the privilege to – and also watching as the flames roared beyond the counters from the cooks. Kakuzu even came in once in a while to check over things, which he didn't give any thought to me, the bastard didn't even look my way.

More dishes were stacked next to me, which I just kept on putting in the deep sink to soak while I washed the pile I was working on before they came. I really had begged to get some of the tips coming in from the waiters, since we just put it into one large pile and split it (we watch out for each other, what did I fucking tell you?), but since I wasn't working that day, I wouldn't get any. I still had the rest of the week.

"Can't we turn on some damned music?!" I called. There was silence, no one was moving. I turned my head, to look behind me and see what all the fuss was about – only to find Kakuzu standing behind me, glaring.

He didn't know we played music in the kitchen, because we definitely weren't supposed to.

"Oh shit…" I mumbled under my breath, slouching over a little and eyes growing wide.

Before I knew it, his knuckles found my temples and ground, hard. I had to squeal curses, holding his hands and trying to rip them off me; "Where is it?" he snapped at me.

"A-ouch! Fuckin' Hell, I'm not telling – a son of a bitch like you!" I cried, "I-I don't see why you don't let us listen to music in the first place!"

"Tell me. Or you're fired." He threatened, coming close like before.

"Oh try me! You know I'm the best fuckin' waiter here!" Oh fuck yes, I drew that card. In my head I was popping my collar, while on the outside I was still suffering from what felt like hot coals on my temples.

Yes, by the way, I treated all the customers with respect – because I could when I wanted to. They paid the bills! They were going to get good food and a nice seat while I served them – it was all the motivation I needed to get my ass into gear and work for shit.

And fuck, was I good at it.

He stopped, knuckles still pressed against my temples. He gave an aggravated sigh; because, yes, he knew that I was the best and that I and the awesome food was the reason that people kept coming back.

There had been people who requested me as their waiter, which made my day, plus the other waiter/esses days, since I got big tips, and since we all shared, we were all happy.

Everything worked out; except when he stepped in and ruined everything.

"Y-you – ouch! You didn't answer me when I fucking asked you what the fuck was your problem with music!" I practically yelled; everyone by now was already back to work, but I couldn't say that I didn't mind.

He reached up with one hand and ran his fingers half-way though my hair, grabbing it then and dragging me elsewhere, away from work, most importantly.

Seriously, if this was going to cost me my job, I would damn him to fucking Hell; it was just fainting and wanting to listen to some Goddamn music.

He steered me past Deidara and Sasuke, and the rest of the time I had my eyes shut, either thinking of the things he was going to do to me – sexual or not – or in complete pain from him pulling my hair so hard. When I opened my eyes again, he was hauling me into the hallway, toward the back.

Damn, he was probably going to beat the shit out of me, giving me some big high-on-his-horse lecture… I didn't want to listen to this bullshit, and so I started to yell curse words. He only yanked at my hair, making me squeak. Why did I have that dream that morning if he was such a jackass to me? He wasn't all that attractive and he was way too old for my tastes. If I had to pick between going for a grandma or him, I'd go for… Well, him. That was a bad comparison.

He kicked open the door roughly, dragging me into the closed in alley between the warehouse, large freezer and restaurant, and he pinned me against the wall, looking instead of enraged like I would suspect, cool, calm and collected.

"Hidan," he said, grabbing my hair a bit firmer and pulling, "Ask me again."

"Ask you what again?!" I shouted, clawing at his wrist to try to get him to let go of my hair, which I liked the way it was until he messed it up! The cheeky, cheap bastard didn't deserve to be in my dreams! Nor to go to have my blessing to go to Hell! He was going somewhere far, far worse when Jashin had his punishment on him, I'll tell ya'.

"Why… I don't like music," his eyes were closed, and since he was looking calmer than before, I started to worry.

"Umm… Look, I'll get back to work and you won't hear any music – we won't even bring it fuckin' out, I swear on my—" he opened his eyes, and that's where I saw the rage and the fury, the flames of hatred being stoked inside each green ember called his irises.

Right, that's what I liked about him.

I practically melted on the spot, my knees giving out and him holding me up by the tight grip on my hair and a hand dipping low and wrapping around me.

"Fuck. Yes." Was all I could think as I heard him growl and try to hold me up just with one arm, though that didn't work and so he let go of my hair and held my arms against the wall. Oh, was I out of it, I could feel the glazed look over my eyes and how my body was just limp as fuckin' ever. I was in love, damnit, love, for the first time in my life.

"San," he growled, "What's going on?"

"Lots of things," I mumbled back, blinking drowsily and letting my head lean back onto the wall.

He stayed quiet for a minute, probably fully-aware what was going on with me, but not saying a word about it, either blank from shock or just speechless; my body still hadn't reacted to how he was touching me, or just him touching me at all – which I found quite surprising; I would have definitely reacted by now.

"Hidan."

"Yes, boss?"

"What the fuck is going on?" he hissed.

I chuckled in reply; "I could explain, but I think that'd get me fired."

"If you don't explain, that's going to get your dingy ass fired."

"Stingy, stingy," I used a mocking, slow tone.

"Hidan, I'm warning you," he slid his hand up to my forehead, "One good crack of your head on this wall and you're down. I could easily get Sasuke to leave you on your front porch. What the Hell's going on?"

"Jus'… let me go back to work. You're going to dock me for slacking off or some shit like that," I was starting to get sick of this feeling – this high feeling that happened while he was touching me with his well-known hands.

"Hidan," he snapped, grabbing my jaw and making me look up at him, close enough to have our breath colliding and eyes lock; "What in God's name is wrong?" he sounded worried, making me give out a small, vulnerable whimper, one arm still locked onto the wall as the other one was free to do what it wanted.

"Hoku, I…" I trailed off, "Has anyone ever told you how fucking gorgeous you are?" I asked absentmindedly, "Seriously, your whole face lights up when you're angry, especially your eyes. Your lips have this unconquerable look to them when that happens, too…" Was I really spilling my guts to him? Jashin, why not just cut me open and give him my organs? He'd have a nice time selling those, getting some well-deserved cash from my innards.

"Are you… flirting with me?"

"You haven't noticed?" I asked, reaching up and brushing some of the thick, black strands of hair out of his face, "Wow, I thought it was obvious…"

He stared at me for a minute, and then shook his head; "Pff, no that's impossible. You can't like me," he looked towards the freezer for a moment, before looking at me, "Right?"

"And what if I do? Is that going to change anything?"

"No, of course not."

"Then I fucking like you, Kakuzu Hoku," my stomach was surely giving up some sort of fight to stop me from saying that, probably threatening to make me vomit or something, but it felt good to get that off of my chest, even if it meant he was going to avoid me, fire me, or even… you know, like me back – but that was quite a long shot. "And why don't you like… music?" I murmured, slowing when he leaned a little closer, but then leaned back with some sort of disgusted grunt, letting go and starting to walk back to the door.

"Nevermind, just get back to work; play music if you like, just don't disturb the customers, alright?"

I beamed; "Yes, sir!"

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Whoever brought fucking Disney music that day was surely going to die and burn in Hell, because everyone – and I mean everyone, even myself – knew half of these songs by heart. Oh, wow, was it cute when Kakuzu walked through the kitchen, about two hours later, humming along to "Be Our Guest", which I was singing to with Deidara, complete with French accent.

The stereo was sitting on the counter next to me, which I didn't dare to change because the whole kitchen seemed to be complete harmony; even there were background singers around the kitchen, usually the waitresses that were still inside the kitchen.

How did I even remember what the fuck were the lyrics? I watched that movie, maybe, once. Once. I was somewhere around the fucking age of nine or ten, where I was young but I didn't feel too young.

Deidara walked around the island in the middle of the tile floor, and dropped dishes next to me, singing "Ms. Pot"'s part with a smile and chuckle.

One of the waitresses, Ino Yamanaka, second most popular waitress here, came in and went over to the stereo and paused it; "We can hear you from across the whole restaurant!" she snapped at, mainly me, the whole kitchen.

"Are they complaining?" I asked, resting my elbow on the edge of the sink, putting my other hand on my hip and crossing my ankles.

"… No?" she said, looking confused.

I leaned over and pressed the play button, "It's almost over, so just grow some balls. Deal with it," I purred, leaning back to do the dishes.

She huffed and promptly started off toward the back, where Kakuzu was probably in his office grumbling and being an old man like he was.

Poor guy. Going to be disturbed by Ino.

The next song came on and the whole kitchen cheered; apparently they knew this one, too.

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I had to stay after work, and since I got off around nine-ish at night (double shifts can suck it), and I had no one to get a ride from, I'd be there until Kakuzu was willing to give a ride, and was done with his paperwork.

I was sitting silently outside his door, waiting for him when I heard a groan; "I hate paperwork…"

So he was open, just when he was alone.

"Kakuzu…?" I peaked my head in, seeing him glare at me, and then get back to work on his papers; "Hoku, I want to go soon… Monty is going to starve to death."

"Monty?"

"My dog, Hannah Montana…"

"… Hannah… Montana?" he looked up at me, confused.

"I thought he was a girl! Fuck you! He got used to the damn name before I could fuckin' change it!"

"… Ten more minutes."

"Is this ten minutes going to consist of me trying to persuade you out the damn door already? Because I bet if I pull that out, it's only going to take about three minutes…"

"No, not including your bitching, Hidan."

"Well then, hurry the fuck up! Even I'm starting to get hungry."

"Then walk."

"It's too far!"

"Run, just get out of my hair."

"And what if I fucking don't?" I asked, glaring back at him when he looked up at me with those precious, livid emeralds.

"Then do something useful. Something like, go mop the floors or wipe the tables."

What the fuck was he playing at? He was way too comfortable talking to me after I told him that I liked him – especially to be talking this casually.

"Can I flirt with you some more?"

"No."

"You're no damn fun…"

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A/N: I can't go on! D': I need to get to resting! I'm sorry if I don't update in a while! X_X