~~~~~~~~~~~~~summer, senior year~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Well that was a waste of time," Hidan grumbled, tossing his cap and gown into the closet and changing back into his street clothes.
"At least it's over," Kakuzu reminded him, changing as well. Their graduation ceremony had just finished, and every other senior in town was now heading out to party or go on a road trip. The town should be fairly quiet for the next few weeks.
"After that bitch Tsunade finally shut her trap," Hidan growled, flopping down onto their bed.
"Hidan, you can't go to sleep yet."
"I'm not gonna, dumbass. I'm just letting it sink in that we're finally done with the hell of school."
"Great, huh?"
"Yeah. But now I hafta get a Jashin-damned job, right?"
"I guess. But we can worry about that later." Hidan's eyes roamed over Kakuzu's body, tracing the scars that still marred the miser's body. He cursed Aiden with every fiber of his being. Even though the kid was in juvenile hall right now and was headed to prison once he hit 18, the zealot wouldn't be happy until the punk was dead. "What sounds good for dinner?" Kakuzu asked calmly, sitting down on the foot of the bed.
"Dunno. I'm sick of ramen though. Can we get pizza?"
"Too expensive."
"Please Kuzu?" The masochist crawled across the bed and into Kakuzu's lap, violet eyes looking pleadingly at his lover.
"Fine."
"Sweet!" Hidan leapt off the bed and ran out of the room. "I'm calling in an order right now!" Hidan had learned from past experiences to order take-out as soon as he was given permission to, or else Kakuzu might change his mind.
The food arrived in thirty minutes, and after a few minutes spent trying to convert the delivery boy Hidan finally paid the kid and slammed the door shut in his face. "Ungrateful heathen," the masochist growled, setting the pizza box down on the table. The two of them ate their dinner in front of the TV, Kakuzu getting up after they were finished to stick the leftovers in the fridge. "I'm gonna take a bath," Hidan called out, walking down the hall to the bathroom.
Kakuzu walked over to their phone and grabbed a sticky note and pencil, quickly jotting down a note for his boyfriend to find when he got out. "I'm going out for a while," was all it read.
Kakuzu walked down the sidewalk, eyes not really focusing on anything. He had no idea where he was going; his legs seemed to have a mind of their own.
He ended up at a park; the very same park where he and Hidan had met. He smiled as he looked around; the wooden equipment had been replaced by metal, which would no doubt hold up better than the former substance.
His legs carried him over to the jungle gym he and Hidan had played on so many years ago. Fingers slowly ran over the cool metal, memories flooding his mind-
"You know, some bastards might call a teenager hanging around a little kids' playground f-ing creepy," Hidan said.
The miser turned around to see his partner walking towards him, a grin on his face. "You finished your shower already?"
"Yeah, but I still need to dry my Jashin-damned hair," the zealot replied, running his fingers through his damp locks.
Kakuzu moved towards his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around Hidan's thin frame, hugging the smaller man close to his chest. "Your hair looks better when it's not full of gel, you know," he whispered into Hidan's ear, earning a shiver from the teen.
"I hate it like this. The damn stuff's so messy looking," Hidan grumbled.
"You sound like a woman when you talk like that," Kakuzu muttered, grinning.
"Shut the hell up."
"Alright," he replied, moving his lips to Hidan's and giving the smaller man a chaste kiss. "Now are you happy?"
Hidan's reply came in the form of another kiss, this one lasting much longer than the first. The two of them remained like that, glued to each other for Jashin knows how long. It had been a long time since their world had been so calm and peaceful; they were going to take their time and enjoy this.
When they finally broke apart for air, Kakuzu looked down at Hidan and raised a brow. "Where's your rosary?"
The zealot's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "Oh crap, I forgot it!" He grabbed Kakuzu's hand and began running. "Come on, I hafta get it!"
"Hidan, quit running!" Kakuzu ordered to no avail. He mentally cursed himself for mentioning the damn thing in the first place.
Still, as Hidan rushed back to their home, he couldn't help but smile. This overly-religious side of Hidan was just one more thing about the guy that made Hidan, well, Hidan.
Hidan was a short tempered, foul-mouthed zealot. He was a greedy, scarred giant of a man.
They really were perfect for each other.