A/N:Here is another chapter that I hope you will find amusing, thanks for the wonderful reviews and for reading the story. I will be gone for a while, today is my brother's birthday and I have to leave in one hour so I can't stay and write another chapter but the next one will be out asap. Thanks for reviewing and reading! Warn me if there is OOC-ness. I do not own Naruto.

Min had left hours ago and it was now just Hidan and Ash in the house, the boredom cancer was back and Hidan had unfortunately caught it. Her father wouldn't be home for a while; he was going out with her co-workers for dinner. Ash rolled over on her left side and lay on the burgundy colored couch, her back facing Hidan and the television. Hidan sat on the floor with his back resting against the arm of the couch, an ice cold Pepsi in hand. It was very warm in the apartment but it was a comforting kind, Ash kept her eyes closed and continued to listen and let her mind wander. She could hear the soft murmur of the television, the ice in Hidan's glass cracking and snapping at random moments, sound of her breathing mingling with Hidan's, honking of horns from cars. It was a strange type of peaceful, too quiet for her liking. She sighed and heard Hidan crack his neck then stretch causing his limbs to pop and snap loudly. She rolled over to lie on her stomach and tried to fall asleep to the sounds. That was a dimly lit hope. Hidan poked her arm roughly making her crack one eye open and look at him; he sat there with a dull look on his face. She gave him an apologetic smile and then glanced at the television; he was watching movies over again. He then closed his eyes and leaned his head back. She couldn't help him, she was feeling the exact same way. She looked at Hidan and stared at him for a couple of minutes. Right before Min left she said something to Ash that nearly made her heart stop… it ranged throughout her head. "You know, you two would really make a good couple…" She shook her head roughly and then watched the television again. 'Back there… he was going to kiss me wasn't he?' She thought as her face flushed a bright pink, she grabbed a pillow and placed it over her face then pressed down and felt the soft fabric across her face. She could not kill herself, Hidan would kick her ass. She still could pretend to smother herself.

'Man, Min why did you have to get that stuck in my head. Besides there are plenty of girls at school after him, and he is a jerk… jerk that saved my life, but either way a jerk!' In her mind a mental picture from this morning flashed into her brain and she shook it away, she felt so stupid but sat there with that burgundy pillow pressed against her nose and mouth, trying to suffocate herself.

"What are you doing?" Hidan asked with boredom lacing his tone, she ignored him and nudged the back of his head with her bare big toe and then left her leg to hang off the side of the couch. 'Shut up…' "You're so weird…" he complained, grabbing her foot making her pull back but he had a tight grip around her ankle.

"Himan, geh off" She said, her words muffled by the pillow. She pulled back again, no avail. She felt him grab on to her big toe and second toe, and then move them back and forth. She bit back a squeal and then went to kick him in the head with her free foot; he caught her limb in his other hand and muttered that he could see right through her attacks.

"Your feet are so fucking small, they can't hurt." He taunted and prodded her foot, she growled and then jabbed her foot out then felt it connect with his boney chin. She laughed in victory but it was short lived when he tugged her off the couch, making her fall to the floor. The back of her head lightly hit the wooden floor, he still had her feet but held them both by the ankle in one hand and the other was rubbing his jaw.

"Asshole, what did you do that for. I was all comfy." She spat while sitting up. He scoffed.

"Well you didn't have to kick me, you started it first." He stated which was a bit true. She pulled back her feet and then tousled her hair a bit before a glint of silver caught her eye, she saw that necklace around his neck. He always wore it; it was a symbol of his religion. She only knew bits and pieces of the faith. It granted him Immortality, he had to pray and hurt himself, and he spoke highly of the religion. She crawled toward him and sat beside Hidan. He looked at her suspiciously as she reached out and went to take the necklace out from under his shirt, this time he let her take it out and then trace the triangle that was located inside the circle.

"Can't wait to put your hand inside my shirt?" He teased; she glowered at him and shook her head.

"No you pervert, I just wanted to take a look at it." She mumbled, while turning the symbol over and tilting her head.

"Every Jashinist wears one, there were only a few…. And even so none were as faithful as me." He replied while watching me. She replied with a 'huh' and then blinked a bit, she leaned in toward his chest and pressed her ear against him. No heartbeat, it reminded her of a vampire. She could honestly see Hidan popping out of a coffin and saying "Blah! I want to suck your blood!"

"Your… heart doesn't beat. So you were turned into an immortal right? What…" She paused unsure if she should ask this personal question. "What was it like? Did it hurt? How old were you?" He looked almost surprised that she wanted to know about some information that was so useless.

"Yeah it did hurt but... it was so long ago that I nearly forgot about it until you mentioned it." She mouthed an apology to him and listened as he continued on. "I was only about seven when I started to worship Jashin and at that age I made my first kill so I wasn't the innocent child for too long, the immortality didn't come until I turned eighteen or nineteen. Hell it's been so long that I can't even remember if it is that exact age. It was a horrible pain, but it soon disappeared. It froze my aging process, made any injury seem like a splinter, made me immune to illness and poison. It was like everything that made me alive and human was being burned out. Then coldness spread from the top of my head to my toes. I then realized the price… every one that I knew died in front of me, while I stayed the same…"

He looked at Ash and then his face was stricken with confusion, "What the fuck?! Why are you crying?" She sat there silently, with tears brimming in her eyes and she started to sniffle. She didn't cry often but when she did she hated it.

"That is so sad" She whispered, wiping her eyes with her brace free wrist.

"So, don't worry about it. It happened a long time ago…" he said trying to change the subject, "Um do you know how old I really am or was back in my day?" he asked, the way he said it he sounded like an old man.

"No what?" she asked.

"Two hundred and fifty seven years old." Two seconds of silence passed. She snickered and then cracked up into a full blown laugh fest, tears of sadness now tears of amusement. He sat there watching her, a vein in his head throbbing slightly.

"Sorry" She said quickly, wiping her tears once again, "It's just… you're an old man…" He shook his head and regretted bringing up his age.

"I sure as hell don't look it, and you shouldn't talk… toddler." She looked at him as he started to laugh.

"I'm not a toddler, old man" She said sternly.

"Yes you are." He said back, a smirk on his face.

She sighed and stood up silently, "Fine whatever, I got to do laundry."

"Running away, you big baby." He said simply. She ignored him and walked off toward the apartment's little laundry nook. She heard him follow her, his footsteps softly hitting across the wooden floor. "Big baby, you're a big baby" He sang.

"Oh really? You're the one singing like an idiot and acting like a little kid, act your age and go yell at some kids who are messing up your lawn. Old man" She retorted.

"Oooh is the little toddler angry?" She bit her lip as he continued; she then quickly spun around to face him. That smug smirk still on his face, she wanted to smack it off. She then smiled a bit; the boredom was at least gone. He looked at her with a confused expression.

"Please go get all of your dirty clothes and bring them to me, I have to wash about ten loads of laundry okay?" She then left him in the hall, speechless that she was no longer going to play the name calling game and that she was no longer angry. He was right, she was weird.

Ash started to throw dirty colored clothes out of her own hamper and into the laundry basket. She hummed a tune and started to clean out her closet, she hadn't washed clothes in a while so now was the time to do so. She quietly lifted up the basket and then rushed out of her room, she stopped at Hidan with his own little handful of dirty clothes and she placed them into the basket before zipping off into the laundry nook. She dumped the colored clothes into the washing machine and put in some detergent before shutting the lid and pressing delicate cycle. She then raised her arms high over her head and stretched, feeling her joints pop. She shuffled out of the laundry room and looked around for Hidan, who happened to be nowhere in sight. Her eyes narrowed and she tip-toed around the apartment, trying to find him. He was in the dark hallway, leaning against the wall and what he was looking at made her blood turn cold. 'What the hell is he doing with?!' She looked at the black girl panties in his hand and he turned his head to give an evil grin. A strange abnormal snarl escaped her throat as she rushed toward him, he swiftly moved out of her path and she nearly collided with the wall. She turned around quickly and then swiped at him, trying to take back what was hers. He unfortunately held her piece of clothing over his head and twirled it around his index finger. She hopped up; reaching for it but it never came close. She growled and lunged for it, her body pressed against his in brute force sending both of them tumbling backward. Ash quickly wrapped her arms around his torso so she wouldn't result in any injury and she closed her eyes shut. His back hit the floor and it was quiet in the apartment. She sighed and opened her eyes and then pushed herself up and then looked at him through her bangs. A blush of frustration and embarrassment was probably sneaking up her cheeks this very moment. Their position on the floor was rather awkward. She laid on top of him with their faces only inches away from each other, her arms wrapped around him while his were stationed at his side. She scrambled back and then snatched up her underwear before huffing and folding her arms over her chest.

"Why did you take my thing?" she asked, anger slowly beginning to seep into her voice. He laughed and then sat up, he was a bastard.

"You dropped it." He stated. She felt her heart sink; damn she figured he went through her things. She must have dropped it when she was rushing to the laundry room.

"You didn't have to take it, I would have found it…." She mumbled sourly. He scoffed at her remark.

"I was going to give it back, just wanted to see if you could take it from me" She stuck her tongue out at him and shook her head.

"No, you wouldn't have given it back and you know it. Evil masochistic pervert."