(Hidan again.)
The next morning Hidan woke up to the sound of knocking on his door. Fucking Kakuzu…it was too damned early…
He swung open the door, giving his best glare. "Do you know what fu – "
" – Whoa, what happened?"
Kakuzu stood as still as he always did – fucking annoying – like he didn't even notice his cloak was all but shredded and that he looked like shit. Or, more than he usually did.
"We're leaving."
Hidan snorted. "I just fuckin' love how you don't answer a fuckin' thing I say…"
"Hidan," he growled. The Jashinist sighed. He wasn't scared of Kakuzu.
"Yeah, yeah…"
After getting his things together – which wasn't much – the two headed downstairs. Hidan looked at the door to Kakuzu's room.
"Shit." He breathed out.
The door looked worse than Kakuzu's clothes.
(A/N: Yeah. That's enough of Hidan. lol! There might be another chapter where he's the one 'talking', but I don't know. There will probably be a chapter in Kakuzu's POV where this is all explained, but we'll see…lol I never know! I still don't own anything.)
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