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Shards
Chapter Ten: Stained
"Bastard. Fucking bastard."
Silence met his words.
Aside from the occasional creak from the bad quality floorboards courtesy of his stingy and currently absent partner, there was not a sound.
"Where the fuck are you?" hissed Hidan, rather put out by the lack of reaction.
The zealot had admitted his fear, and now as it turns out, he had nothing to really be afraid of.
It pissed him off.
Hidan had hesitated for nothing – and the Uchiha had seen it. He could feel the smugness radiating from him.
As such, Itachi would never let him forget it.
"Figures…" muttered the immortal, turning around and stepping out of the room.
Kakuzu was waiting for him.
"What the…?" started Hidan, completely baffled by his partner's appearance outside of the room, rather than inside.
Before he could react, Kakuzu punched him square in the face.
Hidan's nose broke on impact; blood spurting out and staining his otherwise flawless alabaster skin a deep red.
The zealot's head snapped back from the force that his partner used – his scythe clattering to the ground, forced out of his hand.
Agony rushed across his synapses alerting him to his pain.
Logic told him that the enhanced blow would have broken any other man's neck.
Luckily for Hidan, he wasn't exactly normal - considering that he was in fact immortal. That didn't mean that he was immune from the agony of throbbing, swollen thing his nose had become.
"Fuck!" exclaimed Hidan, his anger bubbling up the surface.
Pain shot through his face.
Yelling was a bad idea, especially considering the fact that he had a broken nose. It wasn't exclusive from the rest of his face, and when he opened his mouth, it moved too.
Hidan was mortified. His own blood slicked his fingers, and dripped down his face – and it hurt.
The worst part was the fact that he wasn't sharing it with anyone.
Drinking in someone else's pain at the same time was all well and good. He enjoyed it.
Yes, he was indeed a masochist.
Pain was a somewhat foreign concept to him now. Never had it been this intense.
"What the fuck was that for?" whined the zealot as he straightened.
Kakuzu said nothing.
Before he could even register the movement, the miser's hardened fist approached his face.
Pulling his head back, he attempted to dodge, but he knew it was too late.
This time the miser clipped him on the jaw.
A sharp snap echoed in his head, his thoughts momentarily becoming blurred and incoherent even to him.
Short sharp flashes of memory flashed through his mind as the ground came to meet him.
Excruciating pain spiked up his jaw on impact.
Mentally he cursed.
Naturally, he had to land face first - on his most probably broken jaw.
The pain tore through his brain, dislodging any sanity that may have remained.
There wasn't all that much left these days.
Enough brain function remained to inform him of the face that his scythe was right next to him.
Perfect.
Wrapping his fingers around his weapon, the immortal chuckled.
Pushing himself to his feet, Hidan spat out the stifling blood that had filled his mouth.
The bright liquid stood out against the dull wood of the bad quality flooring, unsettling the immortal a bit more than he cared to admit.
Hidan was not supposed to bleed.
Circumstances were usually reversed. He dealt out the damage and the euphoric spikes of pain coursed through him.
This was different.
The pain was sharp and fresh, throbbing through him.
Something was not quite right.
Nonetheless, Hidan straightened, resolving that this time he would be ready for the next blow.
The zealot would not go down without inflicting as much damage as he could on his murderous partner.
Tightening his grip on his scythe, he grinned maniacally.
"Care to try again, asshole?"
[EndChapterTen]