I am so sorry for being so late. I have just been having major writers block and could only get tiny bits done at a time.

One more chapter.

It's hard to write people texting… it doesn't seem like it would be but it is.

Ugh my brain hurts.

Writing this chapter was like trying to pass a brick with nails glued to it, so I'm sorry if it sounds awkward.

Warning: swearing… do I really need to even say this? The story has Hidan in it, Hidan and swearing go hand in hand.

I do not own Naruto. If I did it would make sense more then half of the time.

Monday

Everybody always talks about how coming to school naked would be the most embarrassing thing they could do, but seriously that never happens, so what do you have to worry about? Truthfully, one of the worst things that can happen, and I'm sure you have experienced it once in your life, you're in a particularly loud classroom, so you turn up your phone's ringer, because you can't feel when it vibrates. So anyway, you do this, and you have been texting a friend for a while and it has been ok because no one could hear you, but like all truly embarrassing moments the entire room has to quiet down, as if on que, and your phone goes off. What's worse is if the ring tone itself is embarrassing as well, what can be worse then being known as a tough guy, and then having your pants pocket start singing "Barbie girl"?

This is exactly what happened to Kakuzu on Monday. His teacher took this as an open invitation to make his least favorite student suffer. That was how he found himself standing outside the classroom like a disobedient child, reading and rereading the text from San.

"So I think we should meet."

It wasn't even in context. They had been talking about San's weird dream where he was a ninja with magical powers living in some weird current/feudal Japan. The suggestion was a complete non sequitur.

Tanned fingers ran over the small keyboard, quickly writing out an angry rant, talking about how he had gotten in trouble and if his grade was lowered because of this incident he would rip out San's skull and beat him to death with it. His thumb rested over the send button, and he ended up tacking on "is Saturday ok?" at the bottom.

The phone rang again and the return text said "Sunday's better". For some reason San fucking with him all the time had just become part of his everyday life, it felt almost comfortable. But that didn't mean that he didn't get angry anymore, if anything San had made his anger issues worse. He typed out "Saturday it is" with more force then needed, and snapped his phone shut.

Kakuzu almost smiled when he got the swear laced reply. This was the most fun pissing someone off he had ever had.

Tuesday

One more class and the day is over. To say that his day, so far, was bad, would be wrong. A better term would be long. It had been a long, long day, and every ounce of Kakuzu's being wanted it over.

His phone buzzed quietly in his palm, he had put it on vibrate ever since the previous incident. He almost groaned when he read the text.

"Look out your window"

He didn't really want to look, but if San was involved then chances are that whatever was outside his window was bad. Really it was like a Band-Aid, get it over quick.

Outside, on the next-door building's roof was about seven people, each holding up a tarp with "Kakuzu is a fag" written in bright red letters across it. Each person was dressed in all black and wearing a ski mask, but Kakuzu would bet his life savings that one of them was San. He could almost feel the individual blood vessels in his eyes popping. What the fuck does he think he is doing? He practically launched out of his chair, that tarp was going down, and then someone was going to pay for this whole experience in blood.

He was thinking up new and creative ways of killing people when he bumped into something that looked like a big blur of red. A short boy with bright red hair was slowly getting up from the floor, avoiding Kakuzu's outstretched hand, and brushed himself off.

"Sasori, are you ok?"

"I'm fine." Sasori always reminded him of a cat, he seemed to have the 'I meant to do that' quality that cats often had. Like the ability to violently crash into someone and play it off as if it was intentional. "Oh, by the way," He pulled a black hoodie and ski mask from his backpack and handed it to Kakuzu. "some guy wanted me to give this to you." Sasori gave a slight tilt of his head before disappearing around a corner.

Kakuzu started back towards his destination but stopped again. If San gave the hoodie and the mask to Sasori, that meant that he was no longer wearing it, and since he had no clue what San looked like there was no chance of finding him. He pulled out his phone and punched in "Where the fuck are you?" and snapped it shut. He checked out the nearest window and it looked like the tarp was gone, which, basically, left him back at square one. His phone buzzed again and it almost broke in half with the force he opened it.

"Why do you want to know? You can wait till sat."

"FUCK YOU!" Kakuzu resisted every urge he had to whip his phone at a passing student. Instead, he sat down and tried to think things through. Sasori said that a guy gave him the hoodie, which meant that he saw San. But he had gotten over here way too soon, there was no possible way for someone to travel from the roof of the neighboring building to the third floor of the one he was in such a small time. Which only left one answer, Sasori was in on it.

And if Sasori was in on it…

If Sasori was in on it then Kakuzu had just played into his hand. But Sasori wasn't stupid so he planned on his plan being found out and… this was all too confusing.

Kakuzu remembered that Sasori had another catlike trait, he liked to play with his prey.

Wednesday

"What the fuck do you think you are doing!"

"Why hello Sasori, nice to see you, how are your classes, mind if I sit down?' 'Why of course not, take a seat Kakuzu, thank you for asking." Kakuzu was sitting across from his long time friend in a picnic bench on campus. It had taken him an entire day to track Sasori down, which was odd considering that they lived I the same building.

"Cut the bullshit! You helped San put up that tarp!"

"I did no such thing!" Sasori's voice rose in mock anger, it lost all effect because his expression didn't change at all. "I only ran decoy, I didn't even know what the tarp said. But judging by the artist it must have been something 'colorful'"

"Colorful? It said 'Kakuzu is a fag' in large red letters! I don't understand how outing me in front of the entire school can be considered colorful!" The sun beat down on Kakuzu's head, only causing more anger and irritation. He was almost at his limit, and an explosion was imminent.

"What is the problem? It's not exactly like you're in the closet." The miser wondered how he had yet to have an ulcer, or an aneurysm, considering how everyone he knew seemed to have some preoccupation with pissing him off.

"Yes, but I don't exactly want everybody and their mom knowing either." Heat was pressing up against his skull, and he felt almost as if more and more people were crowding around him. Kakuzu's fraying sanity became more visible as the clock ticked on. With a little provocation, on Sasori's part, he would be sure to react. If it wasn't helpful to plan it would at least provide some light entertainment.

"You should be proud of your sexuality." And there it was, the one thing that pushed him over the line. The only possible visual that could be given of this in point in time would be of pop rocks being pored over someone's brain.

The following actions would haunt Kakuzu for the rest of his adult life.

"Fine you want me to be proud? I'll be proud!" in one swift motion he pulled himself onto the table, spread his arms wide and proclaimed "I LOVE MEN!" at the top of his lungs. He stooped down only for a moment to drag up Sasori so that he was not alone. "AND SO DOES HE!" slowly people in the crowd started to raise their hands or stand on tables to proclaim their own sexuality.

A girl with long blond hair and whisker-like marks on her cheeks cupped her mouth to project her voice across the crowd, saying, "I LOVE HINATA-CHAN! I WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH HER!" sitting beside her on the table was a girl, who was blushing so hard that it looked like someone put a black wig on a tomato, quietly waving to all of the people who were now looking at her.

An extremely familiar looking albino jumped onto a table and exclaimed "I FUCKING LOVE COCK!" in the loudest voice he could manage. Afterwards he pointed to a small group of girls that had gathered and said, "I know you do too." in a cheeky tone.

The rest of the day was spent with more and more of Akatsuki's gay community coming out, and with Kakuzu proclaiming to everyone who passed that he was gay.

Thursday

"Impromptu gay rights rally at the Akatsuki campus." The headline blared across the table, as if quietly mocking him, as inanimate objects had a tendency to do. He reached for the paper, ripping it out of Sasori's hands. The redhead seemed not to care as he produced yet another paper from his bag, and continued to read.

Kakuzu put his head on the table in defeat, being too tired from yesterday's actions to bother caring too much. At least one good thing happened during the rally, he had learned that he had a chance, no matter how small, with Hidan.

He was both mentally and physically exhausted when his phone started vibrating, so he just watched as it hopped about, and finally fell off the table. When he gathered the energy to pick it up and open it, San's number glared form the screen.

"Are we still on for sat?"