Chapter ten
Deidara froze in his movements, staring blankly at the bruises on Hidan's back. "Hi-Hidan, un…?"
The zealot sighed and looked over his shoulder at the blonde. "Don't ask about it, Blondie… it's a long story…"
Deidara shook his head, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "I can listen, yeah…"
Hidan groaned before moving over to sit next to his servant. "Look, it was just Kakuzu being a sadistic—"
"Kakuzu was beating you!" Deidara exclaimed, standing up from his seat. Hidan rolled his eyes, standing as well.
"Yes, but for sexual reasons you wouldn't understand…" He muttered, turning his back to the blonde once more. "Now will you finish helping me get dressed…?"
Deidara sighed, moving closer to the pale man to finish unlacing the rest of the dress. He stopped once the scars were showing down his sides, making the blonde shake slightly.
Hidan growled, looking back at him again. "Just don't think about it Deidara…!"
The blonde bit his lip and backed away. "What did he…?"
"His fingernails, Deidara…" Hidan snapped, turning around fully. "Look, I need to get dressed and these dresses are hard to do up on my own!"
Deidara shook his head a little. "I can't, un…" He brought his hands to his face. "I-I don't like seeing scars on someone whose skin is easily hurt, but for Kakuzu to have done this…" He stared into Hidan's narrowed, amethyst eyes. "I can't help you Hidan… just… wear men's clothes from now on…" He gestured to his own outfit, making Hidan scoff.
"I like dresses, Deidara! They aren't as clingy as pants…" He crossed his arms with a huff and glared over at a wall. Deidara gulped at the bite marks covering the beautiful, pale skin of the albino.
"I can't do this…" He murmured, clutching his stomach. "I think I'm going to be sick…" He turned then, running from the room. Hidan growled watching the blonde leave.
He looked down at the dress hanging around his hips and scowled once more. "Fuck…" He muttered, pushing it off of his completely.
Hidan turned to the wardrobe to find some clothes that would fit him just as Hikuzu happened to pass by sulking. The little boy sighed quietly, thinking of his friend whom he hadn't seen for a day now. He stopped in front of his parents' room upon hearing Hidan mutter to himself, and gasped at what he saw.
Scarred lines curved down his mother's sides, four on each side and Hikuzu quickly recalled the other night. Black, blue and purple splotches were scattered about the albino's back, and Hikuzu gulped; his father had done that. He remembered it all too clearly, each detail etched into his brain.
Slowly, the child backed away from the door, his eyes wide. Why had his father done that to his mother…? Itachi said it was because they loved each other, but Hikuzu couldn't help feeling there was another reason all together.
Kakuzu sat in his favorite chair of his study, his body unmoving as he stared at the wall across from him. His mouth hung agape, his arms hanging over the arms of the chair. To anybody, he looked relaxed and dazed sitting there.
He closes his mouth momentarily, stopping drool from coming out of his mouth. His hand moved to run his fingers through his messy hair. He groaned a little as he closed his eyes. The miser's clothes were messy and wrinkled, the jacket of his clothes unbuttoned along with the top of his white shirt. The banker brought his hand back down as he opened his eyes before staring blankly at the wall once more with a sigh.
Kakuzu didn't have a clue as to why he was thinking this. It didn't seem like something he'd think, yet it seemed so right. He knew why Hidan never bothered to stay his side these days; the zealot was too busy being the mother figure to their son.
His eyes moved to the door for a second, almost as though he expected his love to come through then. The doors never opened then and he scowled before he suddenly stood. Kakuzu moved over to the window, scowling under his breathe as he looked out into the world beyond it. Movement down in the maze caught his attention, making him look down.
His eyes narrowed upon the sight of his son, moving through the maze quickly with a saddened expression. That child had his spouse's attention, and Kakuzu didn't like the idea of sharing his love. A thought occurred to him suddenly as he realized Hidan spent all his time with Hikuzu and the servants rather than him. Kakuzu began to growl through his clenched teeth before turning away from the window and pushing all the objects on the desk beside him from their place to the floor. Most of the objects shattered on the floor as he moved to grab the little table next to his favorite chair. Without hesitation, Kakuzu threw the wooden table against the wall, resulting in many wood pieces to scatter about the room.
The sadist continued destroying things within the room before slumping back down into his chair, ripped up bits of the books he'd gotten a hold of still falling to the ground around him. He panted as he looked at the mess around the room.
He wanted Hidan to himself. No one but he deserved Hidan's attention. Hidan was his… and he'd get rid of all those in the way if he had too…