Hidan opened the bedroom door as quietly as the squeaky hinges would allow, Hidan looked around before continuing out of his bedroom door. He grabbed a cup of coffee for himself out of the kitchen before he insisted we sit down on the couch. He propped his feet up on the coffee table, witch was still only a peace of plywood on milk crates, and sipped his coffee leisurely. I folded my hands in my lap and looked at him.
"What?" He asked harshly, but then a tinge of regret showed momentarily on his face. He had a hang over, I knew it, and it was OK.
"Where's your mom and dad?" I asked quietly.
"My mom works at some shit place across town three days a week n my dads probably still sleeping like a lazy fuck, he won't close the damn bar at a decent time so he stays dead fucking tired all the time. The bastards still in bed." He then probably thought that he should have got me a cup and then offered me a sip of his coffee. I declined. It was silent for a long time as we watched a muted TV.
"So...are we...going out now?" I asked, hoping he hadn't heard me after I'd said it. For a while he said nothing, maybe he hadn't.
"Fuck if I know." he said and cracked his neck. I cuddled up close to him and folded my feet up under myself. "let's just try it, and see where it goes." I whispered and tucked my head under his. He didn't seem to acknowledge I was even touching him, just continued drinking his coffee, and did not speak. I wrapped one arm around his and layed my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. I sighed. Maybe this wouldn't work, maybe I was making a mistake. Setting myself up for heart break. It didn't matter now, I was with Hidan, and for now, I was happy.

Weeks flew by. Day after day was spent at the bar loft with Hidan and his mom and dad. I learned to accept the way his church did things quickly, and ended up bleaching the tips of my hair white in support of the church. My dad and I hardly spoke. I didn't walk to school with Sasuke and Itachi anymore, most days I didn't go to school, when I did Hidan and I were only around for a little while. It was kind of odd, when i did see Itachi, I'd smile and say hello, but he just gave me there eyes. My grades feel, as expected, but Hidan was rubbing off on me. I just flat out didn't care anymore. The way i looked at this situation, I was living it up on earth before the trip back to hell.
I counted the days like I counted the stairs up to the loft above the bar. I wouldn't be coming back here for a while, tonight was my last night in Japan. I let myself in as the now usual.
I found it sort of odd that my father hadn't said anything about this trip, but then again he hadn't had much of a chance to, I hadn't talked to hardly anyone but Hidan and his family for a good long time. Hell, I'd spent night after night here, there was now a drawer of my things in Hidans dresser.
Today I had to break it to him.

Earlier I'd wondered what ever became of Itachi. Where he was now, If his mother had ever come home, If he was nice to Sasuke. Itachi was nice, really nice, He reminded me of Alex sometimes. And what of Alex? Id be seeing him again. That was a plus to this trip..The only plus. Maybe id call Alex on the flight there. Then if I diapered then maybe someone would know to call the cops, just in case that woman pulled anything. Nahh...that was an exasperation..wasn't it? I was going to be OK. Want I?

I made a b line for Hidan's door and let myself in, before closing it behind me. I waved at his mother on the way, who was on the phone with a cig in her one hand, coffee in the other. Hidan was laying down, waiting for me.
"hey you." I smilies at him as I spoke.
As usual he didn't smile back. "hey."
I spilled out of the jacket I wore on this cold morning, and left it on the floor, and then gently lay next to him. I closed my eyes and held his hand.
"listen." he said. "your all the time all up on me, don't get any ideas that I like ya or anything." he lay on his side and rested his chin on the top of my head. He didn't imply that he was joking, but I had learned he had a different scene of joking.
"your turn to listen." I said. He looked down at me and I looked up. " I have bad news." That clearly jerked a nerve somewhere in Hidan, he tore his hand from mine and he sat up, pissed written all over his face.

"Are you fucking breaking up with me?"
I smiled, this was not a smiling matter. I contemplated saying yes, to ease the pain of his girlfriend leaving him, for who knows how long, but stuck with my plan. I leaned up and kissed him gently. He did not kiss back and I wasn't suprised. Kissing was not something we did often. In fact, we only cuddled like this when in his room. Affection was not Hidan's strong point, to say the least, and he was now refusing to show me anything but that pissed scowl.
"Of course not." his face fell, I couldn't tell what he was thinking now. "Listen... I probably should have told you a long time ago, I've known for a while but," I paused. "my dad is sending me back to America."
"Why? Just why the fuck..." He paused. "What the he'll happened to..." He sat down next to me cussing, raving about how this was going so well, what mind raped idiot would want to do that when I clearly did not like my mother. He put his head down and a hand on both sides of his face, only to look away and out the window and take his hands away from his face and put them back at his sides. I sighed and told him I didn't know, but it was going to be alright. This was harder on him that it was me. Wow...Maybe he did really love me. With pleading eyes I asked him to calm down and sit beside me, but he refused and left the room. I looked down at my lap and before l found myself with my face burred in Hidan's pillow, drinking in a sent that I found frequently smelled like alochal, like this pillow. I was hoping maybe his bed would smell like him, but since he sat up here most nights drinking, I was sadly wrong. I thought there for a long time, as the hours passed. I'd left school, my dad and my friends for this? Was this relationship a mistake? I felt so happy around Hidan. I loved him.
...No.
No this wasn't love. I'd confused love with happiness.
I felt so stupid then, as Hidan entered the room. A tear dripped down my cheek as I looked up at his monotone face with the voice to match. "What's with you?"

He whipped my cheek with his finger, as his hands were full of dark green bottles of every different size, all of witch he held between his fingers, like his fingers and the bottles were laced together, like he was holding my hand. He set most of them down and started fidgeting with the largest bottle.
"Where'd you go for so long?" I asked.
"Long? I was only gone for five minutes." He continued with the bottle, momentarily looking over his shoulder to see if I was still crying. "hey now, quit your pissen and moanen, it's gonna be OK." he took a bottle opener out of his pocket and opened the bottles. He handed me a glass.
"Its five o clock somewhere." He threw his head back and swallowed his.

I smelled it, it didn't smell like anything I'd ever had before. "What is this?"

Hidan poored another glass and sat down beside me. He then layed back and propped himself up on his elbows, drink in his hand still. "Vintage wine. Its from the bar, its like, some...expensive shit. Nobody ever drink it so, I took it." I sipped mine, this was definitely wine. Id never had wine before. "Wine is romantic...Right?" He asked. I nodded and kissed him. We drank the entire bottle of wine, finishing it in about an hour or so. He opened another bottle and filled my glass.

"I got sumore wine, except, this time the shits Italian. Not old or nothing, but..being from like, the fucken homeland of wine counts for something." Hidan stated.

This time the wine lasted longer, this was the last bottle, and the rest I assumed was hard liquor. Hidan liked hard liquor. Hidan hit a button on a stereo that rested on his dresser. The metal that he had on before, the other night when we'd spent that night together, returned. If I remembered correctly it was the same song. The bass was still turn down, but it was a little louder now. Hidan lay back and pulled me with him, my head rested on his arm, We both head out drink upright so as not to spill. For the first time, in, ever, I thought about what it would be like to...you know, 'dirty dance' with Hidan, if you know what I mean. I looked over at him, our eyes meet, but nether of us said anything. Now wasn't the time for that, I hadn't known him long enough. I pushed those thoughts from my head and let my mind drift to other things. Memorys, wishs, wants, fantasy about running away, or, getting older and getting married came in and out of focus. Not all of them contained Hidan. For now...This was a temporary relationship...Why in gods name was I even with Hidan? Did there have to be a reason? What was I getting from him? This was not my first relationship...maybe it wouldn't be my last.

I admitted to myself, finally, that I was confused.