Chapter twenty
Kakuzu rubbed at his head, groaning in pain. What had happened? He remembered making love to his dear, sweet albino and then… nothing. Kakuzu didn't remember anything after that.
Had he passed out? He had been tired from searching for the two, so it was possibly. Especially since he was drunk; but not drunk enough to forget.
He remembered it all very clearly now. Chasing his husband and son through the maze, forcing them to sit with him at the dinner table, threats exchanged… Kakuzu sucked in a deep breath, remember exactly what he had done.
The image of an enticingly beautiful waterfall of blood seeping out of his own child's throat flashed before his mind's eyes and he grinned. The rush he'd gotten out of seeing his son's blood had been amazing, and he'd wanted to finish him off right then and there…
But he didn't. Hidan was there as well and would have hated him for the rest of his life if Kakuzu did finish the boy off.
The grin fell from his face then. Shaking his head, Kakuzu moved to the end of the bed, rubbing his temples. "No… that wasn't why…" Kakuzu's gaze hardened as he glared at the pre-sun set through the window, its beautiful colors angering him.
He knew full well he couldn't finish Hikuzu off just because Hidan was there… that spark in the back of his mind he'd been repressing was lighting up at the sight of that cut on the child's throat, and it was pissed at the monster Kakuzu was becoming.
Kakuzu knew it wasn't because he couldn't kill his son in front of his husband. It was because of who Hikuzu was, no matter how many times he'd said that he wasn't his son.
The Kakuzu that he had been before, the Kakuzu who loved his family, was trying to come back. But the monster he was now had battled it out and fought for dominance to continue what he'd started. The only problem was the old Kakuzu wasn't giving up.
Even when the beast of his mind had won their battle, the old him continued to fight verbally, demanding he return to his cage. The monster was not having this.
The battle within Kakuzu's mind seemed to take hours to finish, yet it was only seconds in reality. The demon of his mind had won, repressing the kind hearted Kakuzu to the back of Kakuzu's mind, making sure it would not interfere again.
Kakuzu was truly in a dark place now. His good self was loosing a battle of dominance with the monster he actually was and nothing could stop this. He fought with his own mind, his own conscience and, as much as he knew it was a horrible, he continued lusting for the chance to kill off that nuisance of a five-year-old, along with all of his sanity and reason.
"How…?" He murmured suddenly, his voice husky and throat dry. Kakuzu squeezed his eyes closed, shaking his head. "How can I do this to them…?" His eyes shot open, becoming hard at the idea of asking this. "I get what I want, and I want Hidan to myself…" He growled out in a dark voice, before gasping and clutching at his head.
He groaned, pain shooting through his head as the battle waged on.
"Get… out…" He managed to groan out, his eyes closed tightly in pain.
Suddenly, the pain resided and Kakuzu froze. His Christmas colored eyes shot open and he stared at his feet. Panting, he coughed and shook his head a little, pieces of hair falling into his eyes.
A grin began to slowly creep its way over his lips, the stitching in his cheeks making it look longer and creepier. He slowly looked up at the window, the orange and red hues catching the crazed features on his face.
A chuckle escaped through his grinning lips before it broke out into a full blown, maniacal laugh. The laughing subsided minutes later and he stared out at the setting sun. "Looks like…" He began in a whisper, his voice cold and dark. "I won that battle…"
The sadistic miser stood to his full height, the grin dropping from his lips. Quickly, he bent over and retrieved his pants from the floor, pulling them on before smiling again.
"I wonder… where he went…" Kakuzu muttered in the dark voice, a sadistic playful sound wiggling it way into his words.