YAY! This is chapter 7!

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Things have been awkward between them since the shower incident. Kakuzu had no clue how to approach the Jashinist tonight. However, it was inevitable; Pein-sama ordered him to escort Hidan back to the base. Since he forced a kiss on him, Hidan started disappearing every night, always going out to drink. It has been a week following this routine: During the day, Hidan avoids holding any sort of conversation with him, and as soon as night falls, Hidan goes out drinking and only comes strolling drunkenly into the room at sunrise.

Kakuzu was not complaining about the unusually quiet Hidan. However, the older ninja was ticked by a drunken Hidan staggering into the room at four in the morning and waking him up with incoherent jabber. He was also annoyed by the way their teamwork would be affected lest this issue persisted. Kakuzu did not appreciate losing bounties.

In the recess of his mind, Kakuzu knew he was to blame for the younger man's condition. He had forcefully kissed the Jashinist and had not offered him an explanation afterwards. But, that was because Kakuzu himself did not know the reason. He had just acted on impulse – pure instinct. That night, for some reason, Kakuzu could not resist his partner's sensual attractiveness.

Kakuzu was calmly walking down the road heading to the bar Hidan and Kisame were at. His musing kept bringing him back to the events of that night. He heavily sighed as he vividly remembered Hidan's reaction after he had escaped the bathroom. The younger man had slowly exited the shower and the bathroom. His magenta eyes were for once shy, and his gaze held intimidation and embarrassment in them. There was also an intense cloud of uncomfortable stiffness over him. He had slowly crossed the room, the stiffness never leaving his body, to his dresses to gather a change of clothes. Often, Hidan would sneak a glance at Kakuzu who was perched on his bed. After he had gathered his clothes, Hidan strode to the bathroom, firmly locked the door this time, and changed into his clothes. That night was the first for Kakuzu to not only kiss the Jashinist, but also to witness him wearing a proper shirt.

Kakuzu continued walking down the road amongst the booming crowds. The Akatsuki were still at their headquarters in Amegakure, which was the closest thing to a home for them. They felt comfortable and were welcomed here. It was normal in Amegakure to see an Akatsuki member strolling down the street, occupying a table in a restaurant, or frequenting their bars much like Hidan the past week.

He looked around at random shops and kiosks. The older ninja was trying to pass time until he reached the bar. He was not interested in the products nor in wasting his money. He sighed again, looking up at the dark sky. The stars were not visible since the city lights masked their presence. Kakuzu dropped his gaze back down to the shops and crowds, and decided to ignore them and think about the situation with Hidan again.

Slowly but surely, the sounds from the street were muffled by Kakuzu's own thoughts, and he found himself facing his inevitable self-interrogation: Why did he kiss Hidan? Why did he suddenly feel lust again? Why did he care about the Jashinist's reaction? Why was he annoyed by Hidan's drinking and constant silence and absence?

Kakuzu knew that in order to answer these questions he had to delve deeper into his thoughts and emotions; the type of emotions that he had locked long ago. The Jashinist was unknowingly forcing open some of those doors again. With a final gaze to the sky, Kakuzu decided to ignore these questions and just keep walking down the road for now.


The music was loud. Hidan could barely hear his own thoughts. However, that was also partly due to the alcohol he had consumed. He was trying to shout something to Kisame. But, although the other man was sitting next to him, he could barely hear him. With a exasperate groan, Hidan gave up communicating with the older man and ordered another drink.

Noticing his friend's distress, Kisame moved into action. He suddenly got off his stool, earning him a confused glance from the drunken Jashinist. Kisame then made his way through the crowd to the other side of the bar. The bar was poorly lit and barely had venting. The space was also constricted, so people had to occasionally push each other to get by. Kisame had sucked in a breath before mingling with the sweaty crowd to get to his destination.

A few minutes later, Hidan caught a glimpse of the older man before he disappeared into the crown again. Hidan sighed again. He was desperately trying to shake off the blurriness from his eyes. Suddenly, a large hand rested on Hidan's back, and he turned around to possibly sacrifice the pervert. However, after some of the haziness washed off from his eyes, he noted that the hand was blue, definitely belonging to his blue friend.

"Watcha' *hiccup* want?" Hidan slurred, but Kisame could not hear him over the noise.

Done with their current situation, Kisame hauled Hidan over his shoulder and strode off again to the back of the bar. When he reached the back of the bar, Kisame moved a curtain away and stepped into a small hallway. The blue ninja's strides became longer until he reached his destination. He instantly inserted a key into a door and pushed it open, dropping the Jashinist on the nearest couch. After getting rid of the heavy weight, Kisame went back the way he came, and after a few minutes appeared in the doorway with two bottles of alcohol.

"What were ya saying?" Kisame asked as he flopped down on the couch right next to Hidan.

Kisame noted he was not getting an answer soon. The Jashinist was not paying attention, lazily surveying the room. Kisame followed Hidan's gaze across the room. For the price he paid, it was not half bad, Kisame thought. It was a simple room with a king bed on the opposite wall from the door, a small seating area with the loveseat they were currently on – an uncomfortable seating option for the large blue ninja, and a small fridge loaded with alcohol resting innocently on the wall across from their couch.

After looking around the room, Hidan seemed to pay some attention to the man next to him, so Kisame decided to ask him the same question again,

"What were ya saying earlier?" He turned his head to face Hidan with a questioning look. The Jashinist had asked him to accompany him tonight. Kisame had been away on a solo mission the past two weeks, and as soon as he returned he learned that Hidan had been over drinking for the past few days. Having gotten bored of drinking alone, Hidan invited him along the second he saw him. Of course, Kisame could not pass such an invitation since he enjoyed the occasional drink.

"'Kuzu *hiccup* fuckin' kiss' me las' week..." Hidan lazily replied, inspecting the state of his nail polish – some of it was flaking off.

Kisame took a couple of seconds to comprehend the Jashinist's words. His eyes had widened like saucers but he decided to debate the truth of that statement before taking a stand on the topic. Kisame knew Kakuzu to be a collected man, and most importantly uninterested in any sexual pursues. Hidan's accusation was quite unbelievable. However, from experience Kisame knew the Jashinist never lied – something about it being against his religious beliefs.

He looked at the man next to him again. Kisame swallowed a lump in the back of his throat and slowly opened his mouth,

"You are lying, Hidan" He decided to accuse the Jashinist. If Hidan angrily reacted that would validate the truth of that statement.

"Tha FUCK, Ki'ame! swear t' Jashin it *hiccup* happen'" Hidan got off his seat angrily, hoping to storm out. However, his body heavily swayed and he fell back into the seat.

Kisame's suspicions were true and he could not believe it. His eyes had widened and his jaw fell. His head was spinning from the shocking information and he was trying to make sense of it. Who would have thought Kakuzu would make advances on his partner, Kisame mused with a ridiculous grin. Kisame was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he had not noticed Hidan getting angrier and more defensive from his silence. Brought back to reality too late, all Kisame heard was Hidan yelling "Like this!" and the Jashinist's lips crashed onto his.

Kisame looked at their position on the couch, stunned by the way things turned out. Hidan was sprawled over his body, lips tangled with his, and fingers tangled in his hair keeping his head still. He could not move. Kisame was simply too shocked, not by Hidan's actions – the Akatsuki got used to the Jashinist's antics, however, by Kakuzu's intimidating figure standing across from him in the doorway.


DA DA DUUMMMMMMMMMMM !

Omg I can't believe I did this! Itachi will be soooo maddddd *hides behind couch*!

But i feel it was necessary for the plot - to give one particular Kakuzu a kick in the balls!

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