AIHE 07

After all, he did just handcuff our hands together.

"…what is this?" I ask, of course after Hidan cussed up a storm, many of those maledictions directed towards that Tobi kid. He sighs as a reply.

"They're handcuffs"

"I know that" I retort, a little bit more than grouchy. "Can't we get this off?" I shake my hands a bit, just for show.

"It'll be impossible" he shakes his head, clearly pissed. "Tobi got these abroad- they're apparently the most expensive and hardest to crack. Why did we let that kid buy this?"

"Exactly. Why?" I'm complaining as I sit down on a bench. We'd been wandering around for a while, so the bench seemed like a perfectly logical idea to me. He sits down next to me.

We were lucky that we both wanted to head in the same general direction so far. I was just pretending that I actually wanted to walk next to the kid. So, so far we've had no problems with the handcuffs. So far.

Nah, I'm kidding about that. It was horrible. He ends up dragging me around by my poor, bruised wrist. It's very, very painful, but he doesn't seem the type to care. And me, being the smaller, weaker one, can't really say much about it. I don't even bother trying to complain.

"I don't know" I finally said, leaning back to rest on my hands. I was really, really tired. Let's not ask why…Okay, fine, I forgot to sleep after conspiring on how to cut off PMS boy's hair. He never did give me the chance. It's like he's got eyes on the back of his head or something.

"****" Hidan cussed again, abruptly getting up and forcing my hand up with him. I lost my balance and fell down.

"Ow" I was bleeding. Great- I'd managed to scrape my elbow. "Don't think we could get a bandaid anywhere, by any chance?" I hear him sigh as we walk over to the nurse's office. Well, he's walking. I'm totally enjoying the sensation of being dragged, of feeling the gravel, dirt and rocks scratch up my legs and feet.

After all, aren't we going to the dear nurse's office, anyways?

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Yay, the nurse's office is empty. Sarcasm there. I doubt this silver-haired kid-in-a-man's-body is capable of caring for my poor beat-up self. Ya'know? Something tells me he's more likely to injure me more in the process.

"Shizune's probably with Tsunade-sensei" he says, looking around the cabinets for the tools. I raise an eyebrow at the loose usage of names, but shrug it off. Hidan can do whatever he wants, I guess. "Our principle's a bit of a troublemaker"

I nod; I've heard stories from Kuro-chan. The principle's just for show. All the power's with the Akatsuki.

…one of which I happened to be handcuffed to. The world's absolutely wonderful, no?

Back to now, please, my dear mind, stop wandering! …not gonna happen. You think so too? Glad to know I'm not exactly the only one.

Okay, this time I'll really get back on track.

Hidan's riffling through the cupboards, finally managing to produce a first-aid kit. Shouldn't that stuff be out on the counters for free(-ish) use for all? Like what if someone desperately needed bandaids and they couldn't find it?

What if the blood gets on the carpet? I checked. It was that pristine white tiling that you always find in hospitals and whatnot. Same with the walls and even this cot-like thing. It even has that button that you push to call the nurseys. Fancy.

I try to grab it from him, but he doesn't let me. He uses his height to his advantage, holding the box high above my head. That stupid smirk on his face was bigger than ever. I blame my shortness. I hate being short.

Should I? Should I not? My illogic takes over, and I kick him in the shins. He yells a loud "OW!" and drops the metal first aid kit on my head. I, too, follow his lead in yelling "OW!"

"What the heck was that for?" we both yell at each other, though in his case, he substituted the word 'heck' for a much more colorful one. I tried pulling my hand, and thus the rest of me, away, but, alas! The handcuffs ruined everything.

"I hate these handcuffs" I mutter, fiddling with the metal mindlessly. My other, freed hand picked up the first aid box and I shuffled my feet over to the bench where I sat down. Hidan followed suit, still glaring at me. I opened the box, thankfully not spilling anything despite having opened it with only one hand.

I fish out a bandaid- why isn't this thing more organized? I slap the thing on my elbow, and another one on my knees. Bwaha.

"That… should be good" I said, although that didn't seem like the case. There were only two small purple flying pony bandaids on my legs, despite the countless scratches running up and down the length of it.

"You suck at that" Hidan commented dryly, pulling the first-aid kit out of my hands. He ignores my cries of protest (HEY!) and pulls me so my legs are across his lap. I, in turn, huff at him and ignore the weird looks he gives me.

He twists open a bottle of that wound-washer liquid, drowning a cotton ball in the stuff. Gentle is a word that I'm pretty sure he never uses, or even knows. It freaking hurt, that butthead. And seeing how he was practically rubbing that liquid salt in the wounds, of course he doesn't care about being gentle.

I just bite my lips and try not to cry out in pain. Somehow I manage to slip in a glare or two, all directed at his silver head. He ignores me.

"Take it like a ****ing man" Hidan says, finally sparing me a glance. I give him an incredulous look. He laughs, reaching over with his freed hand to ruffle my hair.

"You know I'm not a man" I say, quietly fuming.

"And you know that I know. It's fun to tease you, freshie" he replies, pulling out bandages from the box.

"And whose fault is this, anyways?" I give a rather indignant reply, glaring at him more and more.

"Don't take it personally, Haru-chan." He's making fun of me, and I don't like it.

"Don't mock me" I retort crossly, trying to cross my arms in front of my chest, sans one arm. Obviously didn't go so well. "It's not like I want to be here, like this."

"Yeesh, don't have to all ****ing touchy like that" he huffs out, rolling his eyes. We stay there in relative silence as he wraps my legs in white bandages. Geez, I look like a mummy. When he's finished, I pull my legs back, 'accidentally' kicking him where the sun don't shine.

No, seriously, though. It was an accident, no matter how much he will insist elsewise.

"****ing *****!" Hidan yells, doubling over in pain. His hands, of course, clutched at the precious family jewels. Y'know, the ones that I accidentally kicked.

Don't you dare forget about those wonderful handcuffs.

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uh, long time no update? suddenly found this chapter that I hadn't published for whatever reason, but don't exactly expect me to be writing any more. I've already forgotten the whole plot of it all (like it actually had one)...

actually my writing back then wasn't so bad, now that I think about it...