Chapter twelve

Hidan scowled, biting his thumb in an attempt to calm down as he glared at the floor. For the past five days, Deidara had avoided him and so that meant he'd been wearing those now-slightly-uncomfortable man clothes since they were easier to put on by himself. Not only that, but Kakuzu had threatened their son then lied about it. Of course, Hidan knew there was something wrong with his husband, but nothing ever came to mind as to what; though, since Kakuzu was threatening people, Hidan had been avoiding him. This of course ended up being a terrible idea because currently the miser had his spouse cornered in a room that Hidan had never seen before.

Now how did he get here even though he'd never seen this place? Quite simple; in his attempts to avoid the banker, Kakuzu had gotten Hidan to run away through a door without so much as thinking where he might be going. Obviously, this meant he wasn't going to get away since there were no other exits in this room but the one Kakuzu blocked—and the room really was quite small.

All in all, Hidan was screwed—or so he felt he was. Kakuzu was different, and the look in his slightly crazed red and green eyes just told Hidan to run. But he couldn't; the stitched man cornered him, remember?

"So, I believe we need to have a nice, calm chat about what I said to Hikuzu, love…" Kakuzu said, breaking through the tense air with ease. His voice simply made Hidan flinch; why did it do that when before Hidan would swoon from the sound?

Hidan pulled his hand away from biting at the thumb to snap back. "You threatened our son out of jealousy because I apparently don't spend enough time with you…" He leaned back, happy to have gotten a shocked expression out of his lover. "That's all there is to this…"

"Hidan—"

"You're jealous of a five-year-old, Kakuzu! Jashin damn it, that's completely fucked up…"

The Jashinist wasn't sure how it happened, but the next thing he knew, Kakuzu had him pinned to the wall and was gripping his shoulders so tight Hidan could have sworn the blood circulation were cut off. His eyes were wide in surprise as he stared up into Kakuzu's gaze, the older man panting heavily.

"Listen to me Hidan." Kakuzu muttered firmly, moving his face closer to his spouse's. "Hikuzu is your child; if it's yours, I won't hurt him."

Hidan gulped, shaking his head.

"He's not your child…?" Kakuzu asked, his eyes narrowing.

The albino bit his bottom lip and shook his head.

"Whose child is he then…?" The miser muttered, his eye brow rising a little.

"Ours."

One simple word. All Hidan had said was one little word. But it seemed to be enough to set the miser off—how it had, the masochist would never know. Hidan screamed in agony when Kakuzu slammed his head against the wall behind him.

Kakuzu was saying something under his breath, but Hidan couldn't catch any of it. The feeling of blood oozing out of the back of his head was making him a bit dizzy. And even though he was disoriented, Hidan could see clearly. Kakuzu was looking for something in front of him—probably to hurt him with—and in the doorway, shocked to speechlessness, was their son.

Hidan's gaze locked with Hikuzu's and the small boy's eyes began to tear up. Hidan tried to smile, but found he couldn't; his son was seeing him bleed on the floor, and the kid could do nothing about it.