By the time Hidan had reached the house, Kenji was inside, sitting in his favorite lounge chair while pulling the ears of corn out of the husks. Smirking slightly, Hidan pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and tossed them over towards the coffee table, watching as the older man's eyes followed the sliding pack before glancing up to him.

"Got those smokes like you asked."

Chuckling slightly he nodded and swiped the pack, not bothering to ask where he had even gotten them. Lighting the end and taking a slow drag, he restarted pealing the corn again. "How was it?"

Though the question was rather vague, Hidan knew that he was asking of his general day. Sighing heavily, he plopped down on the couch across from the farmer and grabbed a handful of corn to help peal. Over the years he had learned to just start helping with whatever the older man happened to be doing, it was either that or get bitched at for not pulling his weight. "Fucking lazy ass bitches, you'd think I was asking them to move a mountain! I mean at least until Sensei finally came along with a motivational speech." Shaking his head he reached down and gripped the ends of his shirt before lifting and stripping it away from his torso. Whenever he was home he generally appreciated going around shirtless.

The older man rolled his eyes and snorted a bit before taking another drag from the cigarette. "No shit? What he have to say?"

Laughing bitterly, Hidan shook his head before tossing the pealed corn into one of the buckets. "Said where everybody was skilled at first, to sugar coat it. Then went on to tell them that they were both good at what they do, if they would only apply themselves, or believe in themselves, you know, that whole bullshit. As for me, 'work on my temper, it'll get me in trouble someday.' Then ended it with a reflective essay. 'Why are we here, what do we want to do with ourselves?' God he can ramble."

Kenji chuckled once at the explanation. "Same ol' same ol' eh? You're a dick and they're lazy?"

The taunt earned him a sarcastic smile as Hidan threw an empty husk at him. "Shut the fuck up! Ass! Yes, he wasn't telling them anything I wasn't! He just worded it differently...so what did you do all day?"

The older man shrugged a bit as he continued peeling away the husks from the corn, tossing them into the buckets when they were relatively clear. "Stayed here, got the fields all harvested if you wanna grab Kan and get the ground cleared off one good time for next year. It's the best time to do it while everything's dying out there." He nodded his head a bit. It would mean his shirt again since the temperature was starting to drop, but he had worked with the horse plenty of times to make the job go by faster and smoother.

Tossing the last of the corn into the bucket he went to stand back up, only pausing when Kenji looked over to him and tossed a handful of ryo down. Hidan raised a brow but knew it meant he would be asking him to go into town soon.

"After you do that, why don't you go out into town and grab the groceries for me this time? Do an old timer a favor."

Smirking once more, Hidan swiped up the money, and stuffed it into his pockets. "What's wrong Kenji, starting to get a cramp in your walk?"

The same husk he had thrown before, was scooped up and tossed back to him, hitting him in the knee semi-playfully. "Shut the fuck up you hoodlum! I can still stick my foot up your ass no problem! Now you know what we need?"

Hidan giggled mischievously at the item being tossed his way before shaking his head, and backing away. "Heh, I remember what we need, so I shouldn't be long." Another nod was his answer before he turned away to complete the tasks given to him. Neither of them took very long, Kan knew his job as a good working horse and did it well, and the store was relatively uncrowded. Nobody really bothered or spoke to him, given that he was the odd ball of the village. No parents, no family, a foul mouth, and a bad attitude that nobody really appreciated. Frankly he couldn't give two damns less about their opinions on him.

He found himself sitting outside on the roof of the barn that same night after dinner. He had cleaned the dishes after dinner and was mostly just reflecting on the day, surprisingly enough. He usually wasn't one to reflect on anything, but questions were starting to rise in his mind that his Sensei had seeded. What did he want to do as a good shinobi? Where did he want to go when he achieved it? Stop there? Find something new to do? God what could he even do? He wasn't gifted as far as intelligence went. He knew he wasn't stupid, but he also knew he wasn't the sharpest. He knew no genjutsu, nor ninjutsu. What could a taijutsu user do with themselves? He couldn't possibly take up an important role in the village past being a good shinobi. Yugakiri didn't have a special forces unit like the leaf village did. They had no kage position, not that he could ever hope to achieve it. Sometimes he wondered if he was just being realistic with himself, or if he was just being pessimistic. He always tried to look at things with a clear and honest view, but sometimes he felt that he was just being negative. Then again, he wasn't a positive person by any means.

The more he thought about this, the more he realized, he had no direction. He was just being good for the sake of being good. When he was smaller, he thought he wanted to be good for the sake of getting to fight and defend his village. Only, he couldn't really even do that. The missions were all simple, generic, or scarce. There was no war for him to rush off to. No rival villages. Hell, if he didn't know any better, he'd say Yugakiri made it a point to not quarrel with any other village. All of this made his mind begin to race. What could he do with himself? Did he really have no set future? Just...being a good shinobi? What was there to do!?

He thought about the others in the village for a moment. The other shinobi...what did they all fight for? To protect their families could be one answer. However, he had nobody to protect. Hell Kenji could handle himself, he could probably just yell and scare someone off. Now that he was older, he knew why the village tended to leave the old man be.

Other shinobi seemed to answer, protect there village. Only, from what? Nobody ever tried to invade, nobody ever tried to pick fights with anybody else, it felt so, dormant. Any missions he and his team went on were just simple community service bullshit. He felt so stuck. Was it just because they were all genin? Would it all change after the upcoming chunin exams? God he hoped so. He was so tired of life feeling so repetitive. He wanted a direction, he wanted a goal. He wanted something to work for, something that he could say he believed in enough to risk his life for.

His thoughts were halted abruptly when he heard the call of Kenji. What was he doing outside? It wasn't really late but this was usually the time that Hidan would go to the barn for bed and Kenji would do whatever it was he did before bed. Standing up from the rooftop, he jumped down and raced for the house. Within a few bounds, he was in front of the older man, who glared at him. Kenji never really liked it whenever Hidan just seemed to 'come from nowhere' in front of him.

"What is it Kenji?"

The older man waved a hand, before stepping back and inclining his head. "Come on inside, it's gonna get cold tonight. You can sleep on the couch."

The words replayed in his mind a few times. Kenji had never before invited him to sleep inside. Of all the years he had been crashing in the hay loft, he had never once slept inside. Only to bath and eat, then he was sent away. Was this really because it was cold? Or was Kenji having a change in heart? At least enough to let him sleep inside? Better not count the chickens, for all he knew, it very well could have been cold, and he would be back outside the next night. He had been so busy trying to decipher what Kenji was saying, he didn't realize he hadn't yet moved from his spot.

The older man huffed and took the silver haired boy by the shoulder, pulling him inside the door a bit. "Would you stop gawking and get your junky ass in here? You're letting out all of my goddamned heat."

Hidan moved forward, away from the biting grip but cracked a smile and laughed at the scolding. "Sorry, you had a bit of dinner on your beard and I was thinking of a nicer way to say it." He watched as a hand lifted up to Kenji's five o clock shadow, the fingers brushing over the bits of hair as he searched for the crumbs that weren't really even there.

The man discovered this and sighed heavily at Hidan once more. "You damn hoodlum, shut your fucking mouth."

Laughing even louder, he bolted past the man and raced towards the couch, plopping heavily on the cushions when he reached it. Rolling over onto his stomach, he buried his face in one of the small pillows on the side of the couch, letting his eyelids start to fall shut. Though his mind was still full with some of the events from that day he found that he had been thinking so hard, he had just mentally worn himself out.

It didn't take much longer of his body growing still and relaxed, before he fell asleep, unaware of the blanket being draped over his bare back by Kenji before the older man retreated to his own room. His sleep was deep,m undisturbed, peaceful. The sweet bliss of emptiness was a cocoon of shelter he could have stayed in forever. However, this was impossible.

His sleep was disrupted by the sight of something bright behind his eyelids, filling the dark bliss with a deep shade of dark pink. His brows furrowed and his nose wrinkled in protest, before he buried his face into the pillow, groaning loudly. The sound of approaching footsteps filled his ears, Kenji was already awake. Sounded like he was in the kitchen brewing a pot of coffee.

Lifting his head up as the soaking coffee beans assaulted his nose, he pushed himself to his feet, unaware that he had somehow wiggled out of his pants sometime during the night. Walking into the kitchen, he grabbed the door frame and stuck his head inside to peek at Kenji. "Heeeeey. Morning."

The older man turned around to look at him, holding an empty mug in his hands. Upon spotting the boys current form, he glared at him and tossed the empty mug at him swiftly, causing Hidan to go wide eyed and duck back behind the door frame once more. "What the hell Kenji!?"

The pig farmer swore loudly and stalked forward, pulling the hat off of his head to swing at the young genin who was bouncing away and tripping over himself. "What the hell is right! Get some goddamned clothes on! Why the fuck are you naked!?"

He smiled sheepishly as he crawled backwards on his rear away from the swinging hat, trying to reach the couch where his pants probably were. "I don't know! I woke up and noticed but I forgot when I smelled coffee!" It was a lame excuse but it was the truth. However Kenji didn't seem to ready to accept that. He continued to advance on the scooting boy, still swinging the hat, striking him in the head or legs, whichever he could reach first. "Forgot you were naked! What the hell do you take me for get your goddamned pants on you shithead! What are you five!?"

Eventually he was herded back to the couch where he rolled into his pants, still trying to scoot and shuffle away from the attacking elder. Finally Kenji stopped the attack and rested the hat back on his head, glaring still. "Goddamnit you hoodlum I swear to you. Now you're cleaning up that glass in there and I'm getting some coffee." Turning on his heel and still grumbling, Kenji shuffled back into the kitchen, Hidan crawling after him in exaggerated fear, a mischievous smile on his face.

The glass took only a second to clean since the mug had broken into pretty solid pieces. Once finished, Hidan helped himself to a cup off coffee, planting his happy ass on the counter top as Kenji took the newspaper to read. "Boy did I say you could get some coffee?"

Hidan raised a brow and look at the cup of steaming black liquid. "Mmm, no but I did so it's okay." His response was a snort as Kenji didn't find the light joke very amusing, only turning the pages of the paper. Smirking to himself, Hidan began to carefully nurse the coffee, eventually turning to look outside the window. The sun was up and it looked like a nice day.

From where he was sitting, he had pretty good view of the village. The people were already opening their shops and a few shinobi were passing through, looked like the ones that liked their early morning training. However upon looking again, he noticed a group of people he didn't recognize. They weren't shinobi, but they were strangers. A family, perhaps a few friends, but they were dressed differently. Bags on their backs and it looked like they were in vacation garb. Swimsuits and oils in some of the girls hands as they were speaking to some of the shopkeepers.

Great, just what they needed, more fucking tourists. They wouldn't be so bad if there was like some season for them. No, they came in and out of the village as they pleased and did what they wanted. They were loud, always where they shouldn't be, in the way, and messy as hell. He wasn't sure how many times he had watched people just throw garbage all over the place. He could understand a candy wrapper here or there, maybe a single metal can, but come on! Some of the filth they left behind was sick. Especially if you were the one cleaning it. Hell one of his D ranked missions was to clean Yugakiri! Not to mention, it was never just one or two that came, whenever a single couple would waltz in, it usually attached more and more. These days the amount of tourists had increased to over at least fifty, and Yugakiri was a small place, it mattered over time.

His brow furrowed a bit as he turned to look at Kenji who had his nose buried in the paper. "Hmm, we got more tourists."

Kenji paused in his reading and flicked his eyes up to look at the young genin. "So?" He didn't understand why that was such an unusual thing. People came around that traveled through or just heard word of it when it came to those hot springs. They were some of the most comfortable springs as far as curing aches in your bones or just something to make your skin feel fresh.

Hidan frowned once more and sighed heavily. "So it's getting annoying as fuck. I mean, it's great that people are interested in soaking their balls but come on now, shouldn't we be a bit more...discriminate about them? I mean this is still a shinobi village, it's not there home, its ours and they wreck it."

Kenji rolled his eyes slightly and shook his head. "Um, no. There's no law, against it, they can come and go as they please. Besides, it's not that bad. Tourists happen when a village has something for everyone so just deal with it."

Hidan rolled his eyes also, mostly to mock the older man for doing it first. That was just a royal pain in the ass to him. "I dunno, it just seems like compared to other villages, we get the most and the worst of them, they're annoying and they're just disgusting. Have you seen some of the fatasses that come around you'd think this was the damned beach!"

Kenji shook his head once more, another sip being taken from his coffee. "Don't worry about it so much. There isn't anything you or anyone else can do about it, if you want to avoid them just stay in the training grounds, stay here, or shut up about it. You always go on and on about the damned tourists, but they aren't hurting anything. They're a bit messy but that's what the community is for to help clean it up."

He watched as Hidan made some sour face, obviously not too pleased to hear that. He was ignorant to just how much animosity the boy held for the people not to mention that he was one of the ones cleaning up after them.

Hidan huffed and shook his head, turning back towards the window to observe the groups moving to and from the springs, the women laughing gleefully at something their companions had said to them.

Snorting once more, his temper starting to bubble under the surface. Picking up the cup he lifted it to his lips and down the coffee, not paying mind to the scolding hot liquid as it scorched his tongue and throat. Kenji watched this as well with an unsettling thorn stabbing him in the side. He knew Hidan had a bad temper, a foul mouth, and next to no morals, half of that probably being his own fault. Only, he wouldn't do anything irrational would he? Why was he so irate over the tourists, and why was it such a thing today?

Finally Hidan stood up and shook his head, grabbing the long retractable metal bo staff he often kept with him. "I'm going out, I'll see you this evening."

Kenji nodded a bit, but wasn't certain how to feel about the look in the boys eyes as he stuffed the weapon in its usual spot. Normally he wasn't uneasy around Hidan but something just now was unsettling. He just had a sick feeling.

Hidan moved through the streets of the village, a scowl having already formed on his face like usual. He finally found a spot outside of the rows of stores to stand by, somewhere to watch the people moving back and forth along the roads. He watched them bitterly as they smiled and sometimes stopped in the middle of the roads to chat with each other. Over half of the people there were all tourists. He could only count eleven shinobi in that last ten minutes he stood there seething at them. Some of them were just simple couples, some of them were elders moving to soak their rickety old bones, the rest were familys. It was sickening. Perhaps more so than it should have been but, to see such a thing all the time...it got old. Why couldn't they have a normal amount of shinobi to at least balance this out? Why did his home have to be just a hangout that shinobi just happened to live in here or there.

The more he watched, the more he thought, the angrier he grew. He knew he had to remove himself now, or else someone would get hurt, and honestly he couldn't say he gave a fuck who. Moving around, the wall of the stores, he began traveling through the alley towards somewhere less crowded. He could barely hear himself think.

Upon stepping out of the alleyway he happened to spy once again, another fucking family right there in his face. He stared at the group with a boiling vengeance. A pair of children; a boy and a girl, a woman in some pale green spring dress, and a man in front of them. He was laughing and carrying on with what was apparently his wife. She too was laughing as they were walking, her hands clasped around each of the children's as they were munching on a small bag of freshly bought candy.

The laughter ground against his nerves, his eyes narrowing as he watched the man finish off the last of his canned drink. Slipping his arm around his wife and tossing the can over his shoulder, he smiled widely and began walking away with his family. Hidan watched the can as it dropped from the mans hand, and for a moment time seemed to slow down. The metal twisted and shimmered in the sunlight, making his eyes narrow until it hit the ground, the sound of scraping metal being the only thing to snap him back to reality.

He wasn't sure what happened really. One minute he was watching the canned drink fall, the next his legs seemed to be moving for him as he was now directly behind the man. He watched as his hand reached out, grabbing the man's wrist opposite of his wife, pulling sharply to turn him. However he must've put more force than he originally intended behind it, because the man was pulled off balance and twisted around, falling to his side. The woman shrieked out loudly and immediately pulled her children behind her, the bag of candy dropping and scattering along the ground.

The man stood up and scowled angrily at what he at first thought was a grown man attacking him, but it turned out to be some eleven year old punk looking for a fight. "Hey you, what the hell's your problem!?"

Hidan snorted a bit, thankfully having forgotten about the bo staff he had with him. Suddenly, he pulled back his fist, slamming it directly between the mans eyes. Blood flickered in the air as a popping sound filled the air, the bone breaking on contact. However he didn't stop there. Though shocked, the man tried to recover, taking a blind, untrained swing at the boy, but wound up attacking air as the silver haired shinobi now found himself planted upon his chest. Teeth bared, he began repeatedly hitting the mans face, never once giving him a chance to defend himself though he tried to struggle. Hidan could only barely make out the sound of the woman screaming for him to stop, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her face, officially afraid for her husbands life.

The attack had only lasted for a minute, but seemed to go on for at least five. She felt relieved when the sight of two to three other shinobi came into view, hearing the woman's screams. They had assumed that perhaps a rival shinobi had come into the village perhaps and was attacking civilians, but they were never so shocked then to see the small orphaned shinobi that Nobu had taken on, relentlessly beating in some poor bastards face right in front of his family. The three exchanging shocked glances only for a split second as if to double check that this was real, raced forward towards the one sided fight.

Hunching his shoulder forward the first shinobi drew back his arm and slammed his own fist into the side of the silver haired boys head, knocking it to one side as his body landed on the ground. The second shinobi was now wrestling with one of his arms as Hidan twisted and yelled in the grip, his legs starting to thrash and kick out wildly. Eventually with both of each side, they managed to gang up on him and lift him to his feet calling out to him angrily. "Hidan, what the hell are you doing, stop!"

The third shinobi raced in to stay by the family mans side, trying to lift up his upper body, calling out to him to see if he was okay. His nose was broken and bleeding, his cheeks were swollen, and his lip was busted in several places, he looked dazed but no serious damage could be seen. Glancing up to the terrified woman, his eyes swept behind her to the children's faces. Both had wide tear filled eyes, the small girl whimpering softly, almost too scared to make a peep. The shinobi's eyes were full of remorse for the poor traumatized children, before turning angrily to the silver haired boy who was finally calming down. Though his body wanted to move to teach him a lesson, he remained with the civilian. "Take him to the Daimyo now!" He didn't know what the hell had happened and he didn't care. When a shinobi attacked a civilian like this, there was rarely an excuse.