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It was not very often that Kakuzu would splurge on anything, that was something that Hidan knew, he grew custom to the fact that Kakuzu would deny even spending a small penny for food that they knew they needed, or shelter from the elements. But even though the miser was wary about spending his money he would throw it all away on one item, one item that he needed, craved for. No it wasn't Hidan, not his lover or partner, no it was alcohol.
He would go out, getting piss drunk, emptying his wallet with each glass of poison he would greedily drink. He would be a mess of slurred words and drunken numb happiness, in this haze, he wasn't the scarred man who's the blood of innocent stained his hands, here he wasn't a lonely criminal always on the run, being forced to kill for money, or not have a family, or a loving village that he could call home and return to. No here he was numb, here he was happy.
And when he'd stumble through the door of the motel room he'd get just for such occasions, waking his sleeping partner as he repeatedly fell and walked into the wall's, he'd feel those pale hand's hold him and walk him over to the bed. He'd see the disappointed look in those pink eye's, the hurt, the hidden pain, but he was far do drunk to care, to drunk to feel the guilt. The light kiss against his lip's was a sign Hidan had forgiven him just as quickly as he had blamed him.
For Hidan knew that Kakuzu lived the life of a lonely man.
I have no comment on this one.