Disclaimer: Dont own the characters

Warnings: OOCness, swearing (in abundance), and violence,

Not going back

Chapter 4

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The first thing that came to his mind when he woke up was 'Oh God...' He had fallen asleep in Hidan's bed. The next thing that came to mind was the fact that he could hear steady breathing behind himself. The next thing he noticed was that, when he was trying to get himself out of the bed, something was keeping him in place.

'No...no way' He thought as he slowly turned his head, and in his horror he found that his thought had been correct. Hidan, the man who had murdered at least seven innocent people in cold blood, member of Akatsuki, his kidnapper, was currently using himself as a human teddy bear.

'That fucker...' Gun or not, no one touched him this way. No one! So what did he do may one ask? Well lets just say one minute Hidan was snuggled into the weasel's silky soft hair, snoring happily away like he just got laid, and the next he landed head first on the rock hard (But now cleaned) floor.

"Ow! What the fuck!?" Hidan yelped before staring up into the eyes of a very pissed little weasel.

"You bastard!" He screeched throwing pillows at him, dead center in the face. It took all Hidan had not to laugh, however he could not erase the grin that had split his face.

"What? You're the one who fucking stole my bed! Don't get pissy with me. It your own fucking fault."

Itachi seethed, jumping off the bed when he had thrown all pillows and picked one up again and started beating Hidan with it. Though it didn't have much effect, considering it was a pillow, it was better then nothing in his case.

"You. Could of. Woken. Me. Up!" He punctuated each word with hitting Hidan on the head.

Hidan was currently lying on the floor, holding his stomach in fear his laughter would rip through it.

"You are such an ass!" He replied, when seeing Hidan's tears spill over from laughing to hard. "Oh screw you!" He growled frustratedly, stomping his way out of the room, only to be pulled back and thrown on the floor. He stared up into the mysterious purple eyes, and frowned noticing the amusement was still sparked in them.

"You're too fucking cute, you know that?"

Blink. Blink. "What?"

"I said.." Hidan began leaning closer to Itachi's face. "You're too cute..." and captured his lips with his own. Itachi began struggling as a strange heat began stretching across his cheeks and face. Luckily he didn't have to struggle much because, just as soon as they connected, they left.

And that was when Itachi really got a look at Hidan. He wasn't wearing his mask anymore. And he looked well, attractive. He was frozen. His breath literally taken away. Gelled back silver hair, tanned well toned skin, and a sharp jaw line that etched a perfectly well structured face, with a straight nose centered and the two familiar eyes he had come to love. He was perfect. Or as his little brothers red-headed friend use to say 'Hot!'

'What a beautiful shade...I never seen eyes this color. Purple always was my favorite color ..' he thought, absentmindedly reaching for said eyes, his hand resting on the side of his cheek. Not really staring at Hidan, not really thinking, almost like he was in a trance. But when he finally did look up he realize he must've said his thoughts out loud...again, because those eyes held surprise, and curiosity in them. However the surprise left when Hidan realize Itachi was focusing on him, and was replaced with amusement...and...interest?

Itachi groaned in frustration.

He really needed to get better sleep. Next thing you know he will walk into a wall and start spilling everything about him out in the open. But Hidan didn't seem to mind. If anything it seemed he liked Itachi's reaction. If Hidan's hand holding his own in place was any indicator, and his eyes that held his gaze was anything to go by...Then yes he liked it very much. And Itachi?...Well he didn't know what to think.

"Itachi..." Hidan whispered, almost as if he was telling a secret.

"Yes Hidan?" He spoke just as softly.

"You..-DUMB-ASS, LET ME INSIDE!"

"I-What!? Did you just call me a dumb ass? No wait. What do you mean 'inside'?" Itachi's glare could've killed him.

"No! That's just the fucker Kakuzu at my Jashin damned door again! The fucking idiot! I told him not to come over!" he shouted. Pulling away from Itachi and heading towards the door.

Itachi followed in mild curiosity, only to be stopped by Hidan.

"Stay here Itachi" he said glancing back at him.

What surprised Itachi wasn't what he said, or the seemingly tall (very tall!) man who came through the door, it was the protective tone Hidan had laced in his voice. Or was it just his imagination? Well either way. A kidnapper should be protective of their captives right? After all if they got away then they could inform the police. And if Itachi's Father did find out who kidnapped him (He didn't even need a name just a face) He would make the one responsible go through a slow and painful death.

Hey, his family may be a dysfunctional bunch of lunatics, who always rub him the wrong way (except Sasuke, He always loved the kid) but that doesn't mean they don't care about each other.

Then there was the exact fact of reason that his ever so helpful conscious provided him with. For some reason it bugged him that, that may be the only reason Hidan was all over him. The only reason he was willing to get close. It has been so very long since Itachi had anyone to talk to...Ever since his little brother moved in with their uncle Madara's friend, Orochimaru, he hadn't heard anything but a few letters every three months about his well being and how his studies were going, and the occasional asking if he himself was doing OK.

He didn't mind that much though. As Sasuke grew older he turned out a lot like their father. Only the basics when speaking, who, what, where, and why. Even then he was still Sasuke and his baby brother. He had grew quite the temper though. Just that passing thought got Itachi smiling brightly.

He really missed him...and everyone.

His smile slipped and turned into a crushing epiphany. He never really had anyone with him. His mom was with him till he was five, and then she grew distant. His father was never one to be close. And as for Sasuke..well when he was thirteen Sasuke left.

Itachi had no one in the world beside him... Maybe that is why he so desperately walked after Hidan when he turned the corner. Maybe that's why he let himself be taken away. Maybe that's why...he was starting to fall for him. He was lost and scared. He was most of all alone. And Hidan offered a comfort he never really had before. And most likely never will get. He didn't know exactly what it was about Hidan, but he knew he could understand how he felt. It was something in the way he looked at his eyes. They seemed to sparkle up with empathy and acknowledgement.

And as he reached out his hand to grab onto Hidan's shirt, when Hidan turned around surprised when he buried his face in his chest. When he wrapped his arms around him in confusion as he cried silently, he realized something.

...He didn't want to leave... He wanted to stay. Stay with Hidan.

"Itachi?"