Life is beautiful- Sixx AM Is what I listened to while writing this.
Hidan cried out, back arched, mouth open in silent screams that were merely breathless gasps. His eye's wide and vibrant, glowing with all the passion in his frail body. He was raw, his emotions so splayed on his face, and Kakuzu witnessed Hidan's weakness and vulnerability as he pushed his rough threads through his delicate skin, weaving them into his stomach, around each organ, squeezing until each popped from the pressure.
Hidan chocked out a laugh, spitting dark, thick blood in Kakuzu's face. He taunted in his shaking voice, a voice that he tried to mask his excitement and fear with, but he barely was able to whisper the words, Is that all you got? Kakuzu glared his dual colored eye's into Hidan's pool's of pink, heavy emotion's washed over him, power radiated in him. He restrained from wrapping his hand's around the pale perfect throat and staining the porcelain skin, he wanted Hidan awake, fully aware of his pain, the pain Kakuzu felt.
So Kakuzu pressed his hand against Hidan's chest, over the frantically beating heart that he could feel even through the skin, he vaguely wondered would Hidan live if he ripped his heart out, held the organ in his hands until it stopped beating. He pressed harder against the skin, so hard that blood was pooling into small crescent like shapes. The skin was so close to break, but Hidan laughed, and blood pooled from his mouth, rushing out like a waterfall of black.
"Take it if you want." Hidan gurgled out, watching Kakuzu's every move.
"No." And with that Kakuzu stood, leaving Hidan, bloody and broken.