Chapter eleven
"So we basically only fucking burn up when we're in the sun completely and are in it long enough for the light to take effect." Hidan munches down on the wet cloth Kakuzu had given him, sucking in the bit of blood that was left in the rag. "Weird, huh?" he mumbles around his chewing, making the words sound a bit muffled.
Kakuzu raises a brow at this, a little unnerved. Why was Hidan so… calm about this? It was like some outside force decided to take over the vampire's mind and make Kakuzu tell him these things. It wasn't helping that Kakuzu's charitable side decided it'd be nice to the masochist and respond to his information with facts of his own.
"Silver burns wolves from the core…" Kakuzu nearly smacks himself in the head for that one—who knows what this idiot would do with that?
Hidan hums, giving a questionable look to the mutt. "What do you mean by that exactly?"
"Like, if the silver is imbedded into our skin, a rash will form and it becomes more fatal depending on the time of the month or when we change shape." Again, he mentally slaps himself across the face. "If it's just touching our skin, then it just leaves a rash, and inhaling it makes us sneeze. Eating it has us throw up."
The vampire looks intrigued at this news, moving to lounge out on the couch again, his feet once more falling into Kakuzu's lap.
Lord, what was happing to the processes of his mind? Kakuzu didn't—couldn't like this leech! Not enough to tell him exactly how to kill his own kind!
"Damn it, Kakuzu…" Hidan starts, pulling his feet away and sitting up immediately, throwing the blood soaked rag aside as he moves to get into Kakuzu's face. "There's something wrong about all this."
He almost—almost—wants to curse at this idiot. If Hidan couldn't even figure out it was bad for a werewolf and vampire to be friends—much less sexually involved—when there was certainly no hope for him.
"And what do you think it is?" Kakuzu grounds out instead.
Hidan shrugs. "I don't know; it seems alright to me." He pauses, as though he just realized something. "Wait, do I think it's wrong because we're both men?"
Kakuzu allows his hand to ball up and punch the bloodsucker in the face. "You're an idiot…" he mumbles, watching as Hidan immediately rebounds back to his sitting position while staring intently into Kakuzu's face.
"Oh, so Mr. High-and-Mighty knows what I'm fucking feeling then?" Hidan shouts, attempting to look angry but only succeeds in looking very pouty and three.
Kakuzu scoffs, rolling his Christmas colored eyes. "I may not know what you're feeling, but I know you should be realizing the exact reason this is all completely wrong."
Hidan continues pouting at him. "Oh really? And what, may I fucking ask, is completely wrong about us?"
"Try—oh, I don't know—the fact you're a vampire and I'm a werewolf?" Kakuzu glares at him, shoving the ever persistent pout out of his face. "This would never work."
"Then why can't it just be physical if emotionally won't work!" Hidan protests before all but throwing himself at Kakuzu as if to prove his point. "I don't know what I fucking feel, but damn it I want this!"
Kakuzu scowls, moving to shove the vampire off again. "The only thing you want is my blood!"
Hidan begins whining incoherent things then, tightening his hold on Kakuzu's body so as not to be thrown off.
Minutes of struggling later finds the two in an unexpected and completely spontaneous lip lock that immediately breaks once Kakuzu regains his self-control. Apparently, Hidan had bitten him the fray to remain attached to the wolf's hip, and the mere scrape of his sex-drive inducing teeth drove Kakuzu into attacking Hidan's mouth with his own.
Oh yes, there were many things wrong with the happenings of their relationship. "This shouldn't be happening…" Kakuzu mumbles, standing from the couch to at least move a safe distance from the albino's crazy bite.
A groan from the couch tells him Hidan doesn't like his sudden move away. "Shit, don't leave me like this! Finish what you fucking started!"
"No." Kakuzu snaps, glaring over to the zealot before looking out the window. "You should leave; the sun is beyond the horizon now."
Hidan groans again, but for a completely different reason. "You're a cock-tease, Kakuzu."
"Whatever, just leave already…" Kakuzu rolls his eyes for the thousandth time since Hidan appeared in his apartment.
He receives a peck on the cheek for this however. "I guess I'll be seeing you then…" Hidan mutters huskily, grinning something wicked before moving to the window. "Don't miss me too much then!"
Kakuzu, again, rolls his eyes and moves to the window as well. "Just be cautious on your way back—there are wolves out there, and not all of them want to have sex with you."
Hidan smirks at this. "So you've wanted to fuck me this entire time, Kakuzu?"
A scoff is his answer before being pushed out the window.
Unbeknownst to either immortal, another separate party stood on the corner nearest to the apartment complex. The redheaded male didn't need a sharp scent or eyes that could see the truth to know the two were of immortal genes, and not just any kind—the man knew everything with a mere glance. They were both a vampire and werewolf respectively. They were of the opposing sides in the forever imbalanced immortal war between the two branches of immortal types.
And he himself was of the neutral party—a simple demon who happened to be on the right street corner on the right night to see this exchange. Normally, demons kept out of the affairs of the war between wolves and bloodsuckers, but Gaara was feeling particularly bored as of late. Perhaps it wouldn't be too bad to… intervene with this information.
The hand was around Hidan's throat before he could even comprehend he'd walked through the front door at all.
"Where were you last night?" Pein spits in his face, shoving his supposed son into the wall beside the door.
Hidan only snickers at the anger in the clan leader's crimson ringed eyes. "Went for a s-stroll… su-sun came up, h-had to…" He gasps for a bit more air. "Wait out th-the day…"
Pein merely continues to glare at him, his nose wrinkling in disgust. "You smell of mutt…"
"Stop it, Nagato…!" Konan's voice breaks through their staring contest. "At least get Hidan's side of the story before you decide to kill him."
The grip on Hidan's neck loosens before it disappears all together.
Falling to his knees, Hidan finds he lost a bit more air than he thought as he gasps on the sudden rush. Briefly he wonders why it is that someone half dead should need to breathe at all.
"I don't need to know what happened, Konan…" Pein mutters darkly, glaring down at Hidan in utter revulsion.
Konan steps forward still. "But how can you be so sure he actually—"
"The evidence is right there, Konan." Pein barks back at her, but keeps his eyes on Hidan. Slowly, the ragged panting was coming to a normal breathing pattern, allowing the newblood's vision to adjust and focus on Pein. "He smells of mutt, he was out all night, the rejection of good blood…"
Konan began to look frantic. "You'd believe some demon over—"
Pein finally turns back to her. "I'd believe someone that told me something that should have been obvious in the first place. It all pieces together now, Konan!"
Hidan scowls, livid at the idea of Pein even turning on his vampiric mother like that. "What the Hell are you all screaming about?" He scans the other occupants of the room, finding that just about all the higher ups in the clan were there, along with Sasori and Deidara, the latter two actually looking at Hidan rather than their leader.
Sasori seemed the only one dignified to respond, making Hidan's mind and body go numb. "A demon named Gaara has told us all about how you spent the day with a werewolf that goes by the name 'Kakuzu'."
