A/N: This one took way longer than I planned. X3x Urk. Time is going by a lot faster than it feels like right now… For me anyway. XD And I'm having schizophrenic moods, so it's escaping. Arghhh.

Oh, my ChiChi Darling and I are writing a lemon together! 3 Ha, it's how we occupy ourselves in English. Technically it's still literature, right? :3 Don't know when it'll be done yet, but it's amazingly fun. XD I'm Hidan, she's Kakuzu, and it involves a bathroom and misunderstandings…hehe.

So, were there really twenty nine reviews last time!? O___O Ohmaii, THANK YOU!! I don't have time to reply to everyone, but I love you so much. :DD There was an anonymous one in Japanese that made my week, whoever wrote it. –glomps- (Online translators rock, you know?! Haha.)

Enjoy, everybody!!

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Hello Lovely, I Hate You

Chapter Ten

Hidan was in heaven.

"Oh, Jashin. Thank you. Thank you…!"

Okay, correction: Hidan was finally claiming his spot in the mosh pit. But really, being there at last sure as hell felt like heaven. Even Kakuzu was acting happy to be there. After another hour trapped with the Jashinist waiting in line and freezing his ass off, he was glad to be in the stifling heat of the pit with bodies teeming around him.

The second supporting band was about halfway through their set, and Hidan was desperately thirsty. He glanced over at Kakuzu beside him to see how he was doing. A thin trail of sweat ran down the side of his face, and Hidan was struck by how damn sexy he looked. So edible. Even more than when he was smeared by cupcake icing…stealing that kiss then had been one of his best forward moves in a long while. Whoever he is, Madara was one lucky motherfucker. I can't believe he would just up and…hey!

All of a sudden a huge wave pulsed through the people, and Kakuzu got caught up in the crowd, being forced backwards, almost swallowed into the whirlpool they had going. Instinctively, Hidan lunged to grab his hand, jerking him back to his side. "Dumbass!" He yelled, "Be careful or you'll get trampled! Tch, inexperienced idiot. I bet you're one of those pansies who'd rather be sitting in the balcony!" But really he was desperately thinking, I can't lose you in here, damn you.

"Shut up, freeloader." He slammed down his boot hard on Hidan's foot. "And you can let go of my hand. I'm not a baby."

"Ouch!" Cringing, he curled his throbbing toes, only for them to get stepped on again by the girl in front of him who was losing her balance.

When you go to a concert, always expect to have bruised toes when you get back home. And that's regardless of if you have a Kakuzu to piss off with you or not. Moshing simply is not kind to toes.

"You're not letting go…" His eyes squinted in annoyance.

Awh, shit…party pooper. Hidan cast away his grip in mock uncaring. "Meh. See if I care when you get squashed."

"Yeah, yeah. When that happens, just be sure to tell Charlie I'm leaving everything I own to him. And that includes the house. Which…" He grinned darkly. "Which would mean, I do believe, you'd be living in your car again. So if I were you, I'd think twice about laughing when I'm dead."

"Jashin damn it, you are such a jerk, you know that?!"

"Oh, like you're not one."

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you too."

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Another break between bands was upon them, meaning the main event was about to come on at last. People were restless, milling around as best they could in the crowded pit and talking to any random interesting looking person that they could find. Kakuzu was nothing short of interesting, especially with his tattoos decorating his face.

"Heyyy." One crooned, squirming through to stand next to him, her friend not far behind. "Are you here with anyone?"

Clearly Hidan wasn't the only one who found him delicious. Jealousy nipped at him, telling him to kick their asses for even looking at him.

But, you know…that would sort of get him kicked out of the place, wouldn't it? Damn. So much for that. Up in smoke… Hidan watched them carefully, already formulating a rescue idea if they got to be too predatory. Unfortunately, all he could think of was strangling them.

"I came with him." Kakuzu shrugged at the albino, and the taller girl grinned, flashing him a black-nailed thumbs up.

"Cool. Always good to have a friend with you, right? It's not the same alone."

However, her friend was more interested in entertainment than small talk. Playing absently with the padlock that hung down from her necklace, she asked, "So, uh. Does that mean you're single?"

Jashin! Jashin, if I've been a good disciple all these years, you'll strike her dead. Right now. Please?!

He blinked. "Excuse me?"

Oh, come on, Kakuzu!! She's hitting on you! And you just fucking told me on the way that you can't stand girls! Come on, dammit, tell her to fuck off! Or, or…or…oh hell, dammit, tell her to fuck off! You'll get yourself raped. Somehow. I mean, I don't know exactly how a girl could rape a guy, and that goes double for one who's you, but…but…but still!

"I asked you if," she leaned in and her friend stood in dumbstruck embarrassment. "you were single."

Now (FINALLY, the idiot!) Kakuzu's eyes snapped open widely in realization. "Oh! Oh, um… Actually," he tried to act calm again. "Actually I'm not, sorry."

The girl raised an eyebrow, glancing around. "Hunh? But you didn't bring them as a date?"

"It's probably guy's night out or something, Hana." Her taller friend tried to tug her away.

"Jeez, it was only a question!" Hana rolled her eyes. "Can't I ask a few questions to random people?" She turned back to Kakuzu. "I'm sure he doesn't mind. It's so boring between bands, isn't it? Especially when your 'girlfriend' isn't here."

"Well, here's the thing." Kakuzu was sufficiently creeped out by being hit on by a girl, and tried to talk his way out of it. The other people in the pit were bored too though, and they decided to start pushing and swaying.

Let me tell you, it nearly gave Hidan one geyser of a nosebleed, and not because he got hit in the nose.

Before he knew what was going on, he was violently shoved into Kakuzu, and had his lips smashed up to his. A strangled, surprised yelp left his throat, but was drowned between their mouths, which steadily opened part way. When he felt Kakuzu's tongue brush against his own, Hidan's face was raged by a blush. He closed his eyes, letting his weight be supported by the other man until he pulled away, a triumphant gleam in those pink eyes. Salvation, motherfuckers! Jashin saved Kakuzu and rewarded Hidan with a second kiss all in one! Now that was quality control he could live with… "Sorry. See, he's sort of here with me. As in," He lied, "I'm the reason he's not single."

Hana tried to blink away her total shock, her hand dropping the charm on her necklace. "Oh my god. Shit, I am so sorry! God, I am so dumb!" She laughed in humiliation, smacking her forehead, "Shit, please forget I…um…yeah. Sorry."

"Oh my GOD! That was hot!" Her friend breathed, oblivious that Hana was mortified. "YAOI! Okay, this is now officially the best fucking night of my life. Can you invite us to your wedding?!"

"WE ARE NOT GETTING MARRIED." Kakuzu interjected firmly, glaring at Hidan. As if it was really his fault that time…

He stationed an angelic smile on his face. "Kuzu-chan, I was going to propose to you tonight. Please don't be mad I was waiting…"

"What?!" The syllable escaped him like a cloud of smoke. "You…you…you can't be serious, Hidan-"

A roaring of cheers drowned him out, and a barrage of guitar riffs flooded back in. Smug and happy with himself, Hidan turned his attention to the stage, not caring Kakuzu was still staring at him with loathing.

Frankly he felt he had to agree with Hana's friend. This was officially the best fucking night of his life.

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"So, Kuzu." He mentioned between songs, "Do you think I'm sexy?"

"Dead? Yes. Sexy? Fuck no. I'm going to shoot you. I'm absolutely going to shoot you for that."

Hidan laughed. "Right, right. How was the kiss? Just admit that you loved every second of it. Go ahead and admit it…"

Sourly, he spat back, "That wasn't a real kiss. And neither was the time with the artery clogging junk food. You were terrible both times."

"Huh? Liar!" He bristled, hating to be told he was anything less than the best. "You're jealous cuz I'm better than you and I'd be seme."

"Really now?" Kakuzu smirked, shaking his head. Now it was a competition. "You are so stupid. Want me to show you what a real kiss and a real seme is?"

"Bring it on, fucker!"

He wasn't' expecting to have it brought so hard.

Even before it clicked in his brain that Kakuzu was actually going to take the bait, he was swiftly there, his mouth commanding the other what to do. The music simply became a background for them, and they struggled over who would stay in the command. Soon enough Hidan was assured that yes; he was for once fighting a losing battle.

But also for once, Hidan honestly didn't mind that he was second best in line.

"Now that," Kakuzu smirked again, "is a real kiss."

Hell yes it was… Dazzling… Hidan blinked away the stars that suddenly crept into his eyes and chuckled, "Oh yeah? I'm not sure yet. Can you teach me that lesson one more time?"

And so the rest of the night went, with them basically stealing another excuse for a kiss at least every few songs. Two hours of Kakuzu's lips on his…he could totally deal with that. And really, it didn't seem to be killing the miser either. He wasn't keeling over dead from over-exposure to freeloading Jashinist spit. Not in the slightest.

As the pit screamed and jumped all around them, they were in their own little corner of fucked up peace, with a bit of added groping. Maybe more than groping. The Zombie Twins prefer loads of groping, actually.

So yes. More than a bit.

Way fucking more than a bit, if you must know. His only regret was that he was so bust making out that he almost forgot to be a fangirl. Well, almost.

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The drive back was way too damn long. And even Kakuzu, the driving critic from hell, wasn't complaining that Hidan was swerving all over the place. Of course, it was understandable this time, because his neck was busy being nipped at the whole way by a hungry, dominant banker. "Mmm, Kuzu, we're gonna crash you know…"

"I don't care." He growled into his skin, causing him to shiver.

"Oh. Good. Cuz I hoped you'd say that…ow. Fuck, I take back…everything I ever said…about you lying…!"

"Haha. Loser."

"Slut."

"I'm the slut? You are oblivious, aren't you…? You're the one who asked for it…"

"Ahh…aha. True, true… I'll admit it… Fuck, we are so going to crash!"

"Once again: I don't care."

"Hahaha….ah, Jashin! That Madara bastard doesn't know what he's missing…"

"…Can we not talk about him?" His voice went cold for a moment, a miserable memory striking him as he paused his urgent kissing.

"Eh. Sorry."

"Good…"

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Hidan had grown used to one night stands. He'd had to in recent times, because who in their right mind would want to spend time with him once they realized what an asshole he really was? Nobody, exactly. The thing here was, Kakuzu already knew what an asshole he was ahead of time. That was the reason he'd never known a more awkward waking-up-in-the-morning before then. Kakuzu knew, so why the hell had he even let him through once? Was he just lonely too? Or were they both feeling something stronger than lonely?

Hidan couldn't find anyone, period. Not even anyone to break his heart.

Kakuzu had been dumped and was still a sore, open wound even though he played the all powerful emotionless warrior on the outside.

The pair had more in common than they realized.

Both of them were horribly sad.

It was better to be sad together than sad alone, right…?