KakuHida Drabbles

Kakuzu watched the zealot on his lap carefully. He *looked* asleep but that didn't necessarily mean he was. He was surprisingly good at faking sleep.

A gentle poke to his throat revealed that he was in fact deep enough under that Kakuzu could turn up the volume with no worry.

"You need to eat something, Hidan." He scoffed at the offer, spinning around to grab a granola bar from the cupboard, waving it at his partner before walking back toward the bedroom, "Fuck off about my health 'Kuzu!" the elder returned to his breakfast, humming slightly in satisfaction.

Getting kicked in the ribs, Hidan moaned and rolled toward the wall . "The hell was that for?!" He glared at Kakuzu who was watching him patiently. "Its four . Wake up."

Four...in the afternoon? They didn't even have anything scheduled to do. "What for? I don't have plans. 'S my day off, leave me alone 'Kuzu." He grabbed the pillow and put it over his head.

Kakuzu's eyes rolled, before he approached and just hauled Hidan off the bed. "Stop being stubborn Hidan." He got whacked in the face for that as Hidan thrashed to get free. Dropping him got him another dirty glare and Kakuzu smirked in response.

Peace & Pancakes

Hidan twisted to look over his shoulder as he heard the closing of a door. A quick glance at the clock in the common area told him it was well past the time anyone else would be up, which was why he preferred eating at 1am.

Deidara's ponytail was out and his unkempt hair was now nearing his waist. The blonde rolled his shoulders and yawned, arms reaching up to the ceiling as he stretched. "you're up early hm, Hidan."

The zealot just stared, motioning to the mixing bowl in front of him and to the hissing skillet on the stove "I'm cooking Blondie, pull up a seat if you want some."

Dei walked up to the bar shelf, sliding onto a stool. "so wha you actually eat this early or you just being an insomniac like Itachi?"

The mention of the Uchiha made Hidan chuckle "Oi Itachi, you hear that-he thinks I'm as bad as you." Deidara flinched when he saw Itachi's head pop up from where he'd been laying on the living room couch.

Itachi's red eyes were half open like he'd fall asleep any minute, "on the contrary Deidara, Hidan only does this occasionally. It's more… Peaceful."

A small syruped stack of pancakes was shoved on the counter, consuming Deidara's attention.

Washing off the pan and bowl he'd been using, Hidan wiped down the kitchen counters and grabbed the other two plates, taking a seat next to Itachi, who grabbed the second plate.

Cleaning

"You gonna clean the blood off those?" Kakuzu was looking down at him expectantly. Scythe dripping over his shoulder, Hidan's sneer might as well have been a spit in the face. Ducking under his arm, the zealot tried to make it inside the base. He was dirty, hot, and damn it if Kakuzu was going to stop him from standing under the shower for an hour to wash off the grime and sweat.

Knowing exactly what he was in for, he pursued his path to the interior of the base. The arm that was supporting his partner against the doorframe came down to pin him to the misers side. Snarling, he backed out and jerked his scythe across Kakuzu's waist. The scratch of red that beaded up was...somehow both satisfying and ultimately horrifying. Kakuzu had let him injure him. Jashin-sama save him….

The crack of his neck twisting made his vision blacken, "Shit, Kakuzu that wasn't supposed to...hrk-"

Son of a - that was his tongue!

Taking his breaths slow, he waited for his vision to reclear. Damn his tongue wasn't going to just grow back overnight. And having his partners skilled hands in his mouth wasn't something he wanted again just yet.

"So let me ask you again, Hidan. Are you going to clean those?"