Second one. This is my longest story with two chapters in length! :D Wow, I'm Ah-mazing!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I do not own Akatsuki. If I did, I would introduce me into the story, have Itachi fall head over heels for me (pfft, yeah right), and Akatsuki wouldn't effing die! But I don't so call your lawyers off!
Gloves.
They had been walking for a while; Kakuzu was silently marching ahead as always, and Hidan was lagging slightly behind, bitching about everything that crossed his mind, as always. Given, this wasn't too unusual—Hidan usually kept his complaining to a tolerable level, and Kakuzu was apt to ignore it, as was customary.
However, this wasn't exactly a totally normal situation, given that they were tracking a bounty right now, and the hunt had led them to some of the northernmost regions of the continent. So, not only were Hidan's usual complaints were among his seemingly never-ending rant ("I'm tired!" "I'm hungry!" "Can we stop at a nice inn today?" "Stop and listen to me you asshole!"), but a whole new category of complaint as well.
"'Kuzu, I'm cold!"
"My feet are freezing!"
"I can't feel my fucking face!"
"Can't we stop and get some heavier coats?!"
Kakuzu's eyes narrowed, his fists clenched at his sides. All he wanted was silence. Five minutes of peace and quiet—nothing but the cool mountain air and the crunch of snow under his sandals as they walked. Silently.
"I think my hands are frost bitten! Can you at least spare some cash so I can get some fucking gloves?! Or are you too cheap to care about the wellbeing of my han—!"
Kakuzu spun on his heel, pinning the younger male to a conveniently located tree, pulling down his mask and claiming the albino's lips in a savage kiss, effectively silencing the masochistic priest.
"Fuck the gloves," Kakuzu rasped as he raked through silver hair and attacked a pale neck, biting down sadistically on the pale flesh, "This'll warm you right up."
Hidan wisely kept his mouth shut.
