Sugar n' Spice, Valentijn Evenement 2021, Theme 2: Spice/Smut
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A huge thank you to the lovely Seth's Kiss for beta reading my garbled garbage and fixing it up to something more coherent.
I'll be honest, writing this probably was way too much fun than it was supposed to be. idk why I didn't try writing from Hidan's pov before because I was having the time of my life. Seriously, it was so easy probably because low key irl I'm that twat that says insulting things as random comments, which aren't really supposed to be insults as much as they are supposed to be blunt statements, but eh...each to their own. Also, after dwelling into the HidaSaku fanfic archive again I made it my mission to make Hidan less of a pushy creep because geez, some authors really did him dirty. Give Hidan some dignity goddammit. Another fun thing fandom made Hidan to be was uber religious to the point of no nonsense, like don't get me wrong he's a zealot, but somehow people missed the canonical, obvious info that he wasn't above complaining like a bitch about his religion. I think that's the fun part of his character that he does not give a shit on any level and is hedonistic to a fault.
My personal challenge for this two-shot was to set it in canon, write from Hidan's pov, keep Sakura as close to canon as possible and make it smutty. And oh boy, did it get smutty.
Warnings for some mild knife play (more like chakra blade)(ch 2), blood and swearing because this is Hidan, he's a walking warning label.
After who knows how fucking long he had made it, he had gotten his freedom and, naked as the day he was born, bailed from the cursed forest. Jashin had promised him freedom, promised him eternal life, and he'll be damned if he let that be wasted away buried under rocks and sand.
It had taken days to get out of the damn country, thankfully with something to wear. As much as he liked to scandalize people, this wasn't the time. He had a lot of time to make up for and stuff to regain. He had lost everything in that fucking pit – his weapons, his hitai-ate and most importantly his rosary. The tools were easy to replace, everything else had been custom made. He didn't give a shit about shinobi customs, the hitai-ate was lost to time and he was fine with that one.
In his haste he hadn't paid attention where he had been going, wandering around random plains and forests. Only after some deliberation he had retreated to Land of Water – the place with the least dirt around. Seriously, fuck dirt for the next decade.
There were slight changes in the world, things seemed to be more advanced, and some of the new technology confused him. Though that was the menial stuff. As long as the Akatsuki fuckwads were gone for good, he was peachy. He hadn't cared about the organization; he wasn't about to care now when they had left him in a hole in the ground for what appeared to be fucking years.
Years.
Jashin help him, he lost years in that stupid place eating through dirt and mending himself together. It seemed like the taste of dirt was going to be stuck in his mouth forever. Even when he finally got his hands on someone worthy for a quick sacrifice, the taste of blood in his mouth had been dulled by fucking dirt.
Was there a word stronger than fuck? Because that's how he felt about dirt.
It took weeks to familiarize himself with the changes in the world. In his absence, a 4th shinobi war had happened. More importantly, the Akatsuki were no more, no one had survived apart from him. Hidan was absolutely fine with that. He was a bit sad that Kakuzu had died, though the feeling was short-lived.
For a month he loitered around Kirigakure, waiting for a blacksmith to complete his commission. He loved his freaky scythe and no matter how many odd looks the blacksmith threw him or tried to persuade him of how stupid the weapon was; it was his brand.
For the time being he was stuck doing short rituals that were nowhere near enough to make up for the lost time, at least until he found a jeweller competent enough to remake his rosary again. Why was it that these dickwipes never had enough silver to do it? He needed to fucking pray, and it wasn't the same without the stupid rosary. Sometimes the hoops he had to jump through to please Jashin pissed him off.
For now, he was enjoying his newfound free time and leisurely perusing the streets of Kiri, sweets in hand. Things were looking up, and he was straight back to his path for living his life for himself and himself only. And he had integrated quite well, taking on the new fashions and tech pretty easily. He found that he quite liked that leather jacket he used to have, so he found a similar one sans the hood and some black pants and sandals. It seemed that having less colour was in style.
Life couldn't be better. Until a shinobi with a particular hitai-ate passed him on the street. Fucking Konoha shinobi in Kiri and with dumb pink hair to boot. It soured his mood instantly, and he sneered after the receding back of the pink-haired bitch. Couldn't he get some peace from those cocksuckers?
He was tempted to run after her and stab her with his spear, fuck the ritual she just needed to die, like any other Konoha shinobi. The spiky-haired one was the primary target, though. But alas, she quickly merged with the crowd and he lost sight of her, despite the bright hair colour. If he had his scythe with him, he would gladly mow through the pedestrians to slice her up.
Whatever, it wasn't meant to be. Still, sacrificing a Konoha shinobi was on the top of his list. It was the least he could do to exact some kind of revenge for the lost time.
xxx
A few days later he was wandering the misty marsh, searching for some unlucky sob to be his next sacrifice because he was interested to see in what fascinating ways he could sacrifice someone in knee deep, muddy water. When he came across the Konoha bitch again, her hitai-ate shone in the sweltering sun, almost as if it was mocking him.
She was in the murky water with overalls on, ass in air, hands almost elbow deep. A basket filled with greenery floated beside her.
Two in a row. It was a sign. She was going to get sacrificed.
Extendable spear in hand, he advanced, a giddy smirk on face. He walked on top of the water, silencing his steps. "Hey, pink bitch! You ready to get sacrificed?"
She flinched harshly, nearly losing her balance. "Fuck! You want to give me a heart-attack?"
Oh, that was a pleasant surprise – girlie had a big mouth on her. He was even more pleased when she turned to face him. Bright green eyes and pouty lips scowled at him. If she wasn't a Konoha bitch, he might even find her kind of pretty. The hair colour was ridiculous though.
"I'm gonna do worse than that, skank."
She grimaced and sighed after that. "Can you, please, go bother someone else? I'm in no mood to fight. I have a very important task to finish and I would be very thankful if you kindly fucked off."
He couldn't decide if her stubborn defiance was appealing or annoying. But just because she was from Konoha, he stuck with annoying. "No can do. I have a bone to pick with you Konoha fucks."
Her face twisted into a grimace and she observed him as if looking at him for the first time. She clenched her hands. "I don't seem to remember you, but you do look familiar."
With a swift yank, he extended the spear. "Less talk, more fight." He wasn't even in the mood to shit-talk, which was a first, but the raging fire for revenge burned hotter.
Hidan was first to advance. Usually he would lead with his scythe, this time he was stuck using his fists and his spear. He had to give it to her. Despite being knee deep in water, she still successfully avoided his attacks and even retaliated.
The punch to his gut had not been a surprise, the strength behind it though… He went flying across the marsh, losing the grip on the spear. That wasn't normal. He had gathered from her agility in close quarters that she was a taijutsu fighter. The freakish strength was another thing. With a splash, he landed in murky water.
She didn't waste a moment and was on top of him in the next second, using his spear to pin him underwater. It pierced him through his chest in what was probably intended as a killing blow. Blood clouded his sight of her, blurring her into an outline. She did not fuck around.
Letting the spear pierce through him, he rose from the water, harshly pushing her away with a kick. He swiped his wet hair from his face, laughing at her dumbstruck face. "Thought it'd be that easy, huh?"
"I know you! You're Akatsuki." She pointed a finger at him. "But you all were supposed to be dead."
He snarled. "Fuck the Akatsuki. I'm my own man."
She took a step back, finally showing proper fear. "You're...you're the one Shikamaru buried?"
"So what if I am?" He took a step forward.
"How...how did you get out?"
This time he laughed at her bewilderment. "Buncha dirt ain't gonna stop me."
She scrunched her nose like he was scum, and for some reason the action put him back in a foul mood. Then she groaned. "I really don't have the time to deal with idiots."
"Hey! Watch your trap, bitch. I'm not here to play around."
"Does it look like I give a shit? I have plants to collect and patients to save. I don't have the time to deal with your stupid agenda." She glared at him, but before he could get a word in, she spoke over him. "And I don't care. You're an asshole for what you did and the five years in ground were well deserved, but I don't have the time. Find someone else to bother." She rushed back to where she had left off, gathering up her stuff, not sparing a single glance his way.
"Don't you dare turn your back on me! We're not done here." He rushed after her only to get beat back with one of her deadly fists, knocking the breath out of him. Fuck, she'd been holding back before.
By the time he recovered she was gone, disappeared into the mist.
Fuck, fuckity fuck fuck.
He was rusty as hell. That stupid hole and stupid Konoha shinobi. It was humiliating to admit that a girl with stupid coloured hair could get the best of him with a single well-aimed punch. As soon as he got his scythe back, he will need to train to get back into shape. Funny what years of dismemberment and eating dirt could do to a person. When the time comes, she'll be the first one to go. Disregarding him like he was shit, throwing him around like a wimp. Oh no, something like that won't go away unpunished. She'll make a fine sacrifice to Jashin.
xxx
After a month in Kiri and his weapon finally obtained, he travelled up to the Land of Lightning. He'd still yet to find a jeweller to mould his rosary, though. He had heard good things about some jewellers in Kumo, though. It had been long enough and he couldn't keep putting off the longer rituals with the excuse of not having the rosary. Jashin was impatient. He'd been enjoying the ritual free slaughter though, it was fast and effective. It will be a pain to go back to the longer ones. Shit fucking hurt.
He hadn't even made far past the border when familiar pink hair caught his eye across the grassy plain. Oh great, the pink bitch was back. How the fuck did he have the luck of always running into her?
She noticed him as well and didn't even bother to hide her disgruntlement. "Just what I needed, more idiots."
"Oi, I heard that. This time I'm goin' to end it for real."
She didn't run away, but she did wait for him to approach, arms crossed. "Yeah, sure, because it went so well last time. I can't believe you used to be Akatsuki."
He sneered. "Shut up. I wanna see how you deal after being buried in the ground for years, shit's hard on your body."
She shook her head. "Whatever. I have a mission to finish and I'm in no mood to deal with rejects."
Drawing his scythe and pointing it at her, he grinned darkly. "Fight me."
And surprisingly enough, she complied. This time though he was a better match, and he even nicked her with the blades. Score. Her blood in his mouth, he got ready for his jujutsu, but the bitch knew what was coming and each time he geared himself to draw the circle she smashed up the ground with her brutish strength. His jujutsu rendered useless, he relied on taijutsu and his spear. But the scythe was too slow. Clunky. And she was way too fast. Too agile.
Why was this pink bitch so hard to kill? Jashin help him.
This time he knew of her deadly blows and was more wise in avoiding her hits. What he didn't expect was for her powerful hits to transfer as effectively to her kicks as well. Once she sent him flying into a tree, she dusted her hands. "Are we done? I really need to be going."
The tree had splintered with the force of the impact. One large splinter had wedged through his chest, piercing his lung. He coughed blood.
At least this time he had managed to rough her up a bit too. Her hair was dishevelled and a nice bruise was forming on the side of her jaw. But still. Why was she better than him?
Fuck. Regular dumbfucks on the road were easy to dispose of, trained, war hardened kunoichi were another thing. Yeah, he looked more into the pink bitch called Sakura with an arsenal under her belt that was nothing to scoff at. Even with his healing, he still wasn't up to shape. Jashin was probably punishing him for the shoddy rituals.
"Fuck you, cunt," he bit out, coughing again.
She raised her brows. "Oooh, I'm trembling in my boots."
This mocking, stupid girl. He was going to slice her into million pieces and then sacrifice her to Jashin.
With a swish of her hair, she pivoted on her heel, walking away like he wasn't a threat at all.
"Just you wait, I'm goin' to-"
She waved her hand nonchalantly. "Don't care. Save your evil villain speech for someone else."
Yes, he was going to end her.
Once he extracted himself from the tree, he rushed after her, following the traces of her chakra signature. But she was no novice, and he lost the trace.
xxx
He found her again after a week at the outskirts of a random village in Land of Lightning. It was fucking fate. Jashin was looking out for him.
She had spotted him first and had bailed into the thin forest as soon as she had.
Hidan followed, giddy to finally get his hands on her. It was obvious she was distraught and disoriented, zig-zagging through the forest without a direction. Catching up to her was easy. He threw his scythe and surprisingly enough when he pulled it back she tripped on it, landing face first on the ground. Fucking score. "Look at what I caught? A little, naughty bunny."
Glaring at him from her spot on the ground, she swiped the grime from her face. "Piss off, Hidan. I'm seriously not in the mood to beat your ass."
He grinned. She knew his name. How wonderful. "Today I'm doing the beating, sweetheart. Your time has come to an end."
Sakura turned around on the ground when he extracted his spear, resting her weight on her elbows. "Fine." She laid back, arms extended.
He deflated, the glee evaporating. "What?" How was this supposed to be fun if she just gave up like this? She was supposed to scream and thrash in pain, not accept her defeat. Did she really think so little of him? He walked up to her prone form and kicked her boots. "Get up, bitch. We're doing this right and proper. I'm not letting you off the hook so easily."
"I don't care. I'm just so tired of everything."
Hidan grimaced. This was not going how he imagined it at all. He sighed. If she's going to mope around, that'd rob his fun. "Why?"
She peeked from between her mussed hair at him shortly. "Because I get no breaks."
"Oh, boo-ho. You have to work your pretty little ass. Newsflash, everyone does. You're not special."
Sakura frowned and sat up, the familiar fire back in her eyes. "You," she pointed an accusing finger his way, "have no clue what you're talking about. You only care about yourself while I have countless people depending on me. I fuck up, someone might die. You fuck up, nothing happens."
He frowned. "No one forced you to be a martyr. Nothing wrong for wanting to live for yourself."
She was quiet for a long while, seemingly considering his words until, "Whatever. Like I said, you wouldn't understand." And laid back down on the ground.
This was no fun at all. Jashin didn't accept willing sacrifices. Death for them wasn't supposed to be a reprieve, but a sentence. Maybe he should just leave her and find her another time. Killing her like this was a total waste.
In the end, he settled down on the ground not too far from her, propping his scythe against a tree.
She turned her head. "What are you doing?"
"Waitin' for you to pull your shit together," he grumbled. The damn mossy ground was damp and his ass was wet instantly.
Sakura laughed, resting her hands on her stomach. It was the first time he heard her laugh, and it was surprisingly nice. "Good luck with that."
He grunted in response, looking away from her into the forest. The sun was slowly sinking in the horizon and the temperature was lowering. Ominous clouds filled the sky. Sakura laid in the grass on her side, an uneasy crease in her brow, hair mussed and dress dirty from her fall. It was the first time he got to observe her and notice how small she actually was. Her big mouth and fierce fists usually hid her size.
All of a sudden, she broke the silence with a tired whisper, "Do you ever regret something you've done?"
After a moment of deliberation, he replied, "Not really."
"Seriously?" She turned to face him, eyes huge.
Hidan frowned. "No point to dwell on the past." The conversation was making him uncomfortable. The past was the past, and ruminating over his mistakes seemed like a waste of time.
She fell back in the grass, arm covering her face. "Ugh, I wish I could be such a simpleton as you."
He kicked her feet. "Hey! What's with these idiot jokes? I 'ain't daft."
Sakura smiled a little. "Sure, let's go with that."
He was tempted to kick her again, but refrained from provoking her. The sun hit her hair and it glowed in this bright stupid pink that looked sort of nice on her...and he was almost tempted to kick himself for having the thought.
In the end, Sakura fell asleep, and he grew bored and left. Night was coming and he hoped that she froze to death instead. Not a very satisfying end for someone like her, but it was something at least.
xxx
For the next six weeks, he kept finding her at the most random of times. It was unnatural. Geez, did she ever stay in one place? It was his mission to travel all over the world and bring death and destruction. What was her excuse?
He always engaged her in a fight and the progress was great - they were an even match. Yet she still kept evading his jujutsu and he was unable to sacrifice her.
His frustration was visible. "Stay still already, so I can kill you, you fucking twat."
Similarly to him, she had grown just as frustrated with the encounters. "Go deepthroat a cactus, fuckstick."
If there was one thing he had grown to admire was her foul vocabulary. She did not take his words laying down and returned them with the same fervour. He hated her more just for making him like that about her.
Sweltering air blew through the dunes, the sun just as hot. The aforementioned cacti surrounded them. Sand stuck to her sweaty skin and she was panting hard, hands posed in front. A vicious glare marred her face.
They kept circling each other, waiting for the other to strike first. He had long since given up on trying to nick her with his scythe and had resolved on learning to be more versatile with the spear. He liked fighting with his weapons and while he had no problem matching her in taijutsu; she was still better at avoiding his spear.
"Do you seriously have nothing better to do than bother me all the time?"
He laughed. "Then kill me if I'm such a bother. Oh wait, you can't. So I'll guess you'll just have to die first."
Her face twisted into a grimace and she attacked. They exchanged another series of blows – Sakura avoiding his spear and parrying his hits and him avoiding her blows.
One thing was for sure, he was brushing up on his taijutsu quite well when fighting her. Sometimes, she sprung an earth ninjutsu on him, but those were sparse. That one time when she'd ditched him by catching him in a genjutsu was humiliating, though. And he had tried to return the favour, but the stupid bint got out if it before he could have any fun.
xxx
She found him two months later in Ame, which was a first. He had somewhat forgotten about her. With the regain of his rosary, he'd been busy catching up on all the praying and rituals he'd been neglecting to do. So when she approached him randomly at a rowdy bar, needless to say he was surprised.
A mischievous smile was on her face as she sat on the stool next to him. "Wanna go for a round?" She leaned against the counter.
Hidan smirked and turned to face her, giving her a slow once over. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were propositioning me."
She scrunched her nose. "Ew no, get your head out of your ass. I'm talking about a fight."
He took a slow sip of his beer, letting her stew in anticipation. "Not feelin' it. Find another sob to punch around."
Sakura pouted. "So what, you bother me for months, fighting me, but now when I ask to return the favour you don't want to?"
"Your first mistake was asking."
She clicked her tongue and threw a quick glance around the bar. It was dim and crowded with different nationality shinobi and pedestrians, loud, hard music drowning out the chatter.
"Wait, you're not thinking of starting it here?"
A slow smile slipped across her lips. "What's it to you? I thought that you don't care about anything?"
"Well, yeah, but I'd like to finish my beer."
There was something off about her. There was a noticeable pink flush to her face and her movements were a bit sluggish, as if…
Suddenly, she leaned closer, invading his personal space.
He flinched back. She had never been that close before unless they were fighting.
"Don't tell my teammates, but the reason I joined their mission is because I heard about someone like you being here."
...she was drunk as fuck.
"What?"
She nodded absent mindedly. "I wanted to fight someone and you're the best option, plus you're funny." He had nothing to say to that, and Sakura laughed. "Okay, I gotta go, Sai is calling me back." She winked, actually fucking winked. "I won't tell them you're here." And sauntered back into the crowd like she just hadn't dropped a bomb.
What the fuck had that been? Mixed signals out the ass. It's not like he cared anymore about killing her. He had satiated his need for revenge weeks ago by killing and sacrificing multiple other Konoha shinobi that had been unlucky enough to pass his path. She was just the one that was the most evasive, and admittedly quite fun to fight.
It might not have been about killing her the last few times as much as it had been to piss her off and watch her explode. By this point, they were more or less evenly matched, he'd say if he really tried he could probably take her down. But it wasn't about taking her down anymore.
He didn't even try to find her. It just happened that they came across each other in the most random of places. It really was like fucking fate, and he had to wonder if it was Jashin telling him to finally sacrifice her. What was so special about her, anyway?
Nothing. Nothing at all...
xxx
"I hope you get testicular cancer."
"I hope you get ass cancer."
"Oh, real original."
"Blow off, bitch."
"I would, but you somehow always keep finding me."
"It's not like I go out of my way to look for you, it just happens. Deal with it."
And it kept happening.
One time, he had come across her somewhere on the border of Land of Fire and Land of Grass. They weren't even fighting that much as they were just throwing insults with a few jabs in between, circling each other.
The sun overhead was warming the cold air.
She had been separated from her teammates and couldn't stop complaining about that fact. It had become a running theme for her to constantly complain about the lack of time or needing to do something. It was irritating even him.
Xxx
It took him a while to realize that he enjoyed their battles, as fucked up as they were, and he was looking forward to them each time. Probably because the sight of her had given him the side effect of getting painfully hard. Bitch could pack a punch with both her fists and tongue, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on. Only after their fights, when he got the chance to whack off, the post-nut clarity made him disgusted with himself. Here he was, wanking to a fucking heretic, like a filthy degenerate. And he was stuck between wanting to spear her dead and fuck her senseless.
He didn't care about right or wrong, but this just rubbed him the wrong way and something needed to be done. Going on like this wouldn't fly. Fuck, maybe he just needed to shag her to get it out of his system. Killing her hadn't worked out, so that was the only other option. He didn't give a shit either way, if it was what it took to get out of this damn situation he would do it.
That's why the next time he came across her, he decided to proposition her.
They just happened to come across each other in a bar again, and she was provoking him for a fight. Again. Not drunk this time, though. She firmly stood in her spot in the doorway, yelling obscenities. Making quite a ruckus at that, too.
Hidan stayed in his spot, listening to her make a fool of herself in glee. Before she could be thrown out of the doorway for being a nuisance, he spoke up, turning to her with a short wave, "Hey, Sakura."
She froze, probably because it was the first time he had used her name and not some derogatory term to address her. Someone knocked her from the back and she stumbled into the bar, glaring at the perpetrator.
"C'mere, I have something to tell ya." He beckoned to her with a hand, patting one of the free stools next to him.
Sakura was hesitant to approach, especially with the eyes of other patrons on her. It was midday and not that many were there. The few that were, were watching them like they were a free drama show. She kind of dug that grave herself.
"If this is going to be something weird, I'm walking." She stood awkwardly near him until he pulled her on the stool next to him and pushed his untouched drink towards her. Sakura eyed the glass like it was poison.
"Relax. It's nothing horrible, I promise."
She peered at him dubiously. "Your promises mean very little to me."
He shrugged. "Your loss." And downed the shot himself.
Sakura fidgeted in her seat, throwing dirty glances towards anyone who was still staring at her while he motioned the barkeep to pour him another shot.
"So...?" Her leg shook as she eyed the bar like it was a complete shithole. Which it was, so he understood her reluctance to enter.
He let her squirm for a bit. It was funny watching her usual confident self fly out the window and worry about what a couple of drunks thought about her. "How 'bout we do this differently this time?"
"What do you mean?" she asked slowly, cautiously.
"I had an idea-"
"That's some dangerous roads you're travelling there."
He glared at her for interrupting, but it did make her smile. "-that we use my jujutsu for something else."
She tilted her head questioningly.
"I experimented a lot and there was one interesting thing I discovered. Don't tell anyone 'bout it though, Jashin isn't really for that."
Sakura groaned. "Stop talking in circles and just tell me."
He smirked and revelled in how she seemed to dread that look. "You." He pointed at her. "Me." Then at himself. "And some Jashin approved jujutsu to get our freak on."
She frowned in confusion. "I don't really get it."
Jashin help him, and she was calling him stupid. "Sex, Sakura. I'm asking if you want to fuck."
Sakura recoiled. "EW NO! Where the fuck you got an idea like that? Seriously, ew."
Well ouch. A rejection was to be expected, just not so...visceral. "C'mon, it's not that bad."
"What makes you think I'd want to do it with you?"
"Nothin' really, but who said it had to be all sensual and shit. I'm asking you to try out an experiment."
"And I'll repeat my question again. What makes you think I'd want to do it with you?"
Hidan growled and downed his drink. "Whatever be like that, I don't care." He slipped off the stool and collected his scythe. Not sparing a glance her way, he exited the bar.
Oddly enough, it wounded him more than he expected. She didn't even want to think about it, just jumped straight to it being disgusting. Seriously, he wasn't disgusting - he had no problems getting attention or a quick fuck if he wanted to. What made her so special to think that he was below her? Stupid bitch.
xxx
He didn't see her for months. And it both infuriated and relieved him. Except for that one time when he'd seen her somewhere in Iwa. She hadn't been alone, two teammates with her. Usually during times like that, he left her alone, and this time was no exception. Partially he hoped that she'd ditch them just so they could settle things, though that didn't happen.
In due time, the hurt subsided and he had nearly thrown her out of his mind. He was back on track and Jashin was pleased with the amount of sacrifices he brought in.
It was a sunny, bright day with a soft wind. The perfect weather for some destruction and new sacrifices. The path under his boots was well travelled. Trees aligned it on both sides. Just up the staircase, at the top of a mountain, should be a temple. Nothing lifted his spirits like destroying a heretic temple.
There, he was minding his own business when something hit him in the back, strong enough that he flew across the path and straight into the staircase. Somebody just signed their death contract. Fucking asshole. He lifted himself out of the rubble, hand on his scythe, ready to dish out some ass kicking. "You messed with the wrong guy, fuckhead."
Hidan barely managed to stand when the asshole pushed him back down into the rubble. Unceremoniously, he fell, losing the grip on his scythe.
Sakura stood over him, face passive.
He should've known. The chances of a rando sneaking up on him like this were low. He cradled his head, seeing stars for a moment. "What the fuck is your problem?"
Before he could extract himself from the hole, she pushed him back with her hand. He was about to complain, but she sat down in his lap, roughly took his face in her hands and kissed him like the world was ending. Her lips were soft, yet harsh with their movements. And he was too shell-shocked to do anything.
When he propositioned her back in the bar, kissing hadn't been intended. Now when she was actually doing it, it would have been a shame to miss out on. With the same fervour, he returned it until her hands started to wander. Grabbing her by her hair, he pulled her off, confused. "What the hell?" That should've probably been his first reaction...
Sakura nibbled on her lip, squirming on him, yet her eyes were lacking the usual fire. "Devour me."
What kind of poetic bullshit was this? What made her change her mind?
Not that he minded the attention.
She leaned down again and, this time, he met her halfway. Yet it felt like there was something missing, like she was going through the motions and didn't actually mean it. She held onto the lapels of his jacket, pulling him out of the hole she had made, briefly breaking their lip lock. This time when he reached for another kiss, she stopped him. "I want to try it – that experiment of yours."
Sceptically, he eyed her, searching for any doubt in her face. "Why the change of heart?"
A grimace crossed her face and she frowned. "Do you really care?"
His knee-jerk reaction was to say no, but something else came out instead. "I guess I do."
She blinked, surprised, and he silently cursed himself. He kind of cared what she thought about him, he had to admit that to himself. But he didn't think he particularly cared about her well-being.
Sakura pursed her lips. "It doesn't matter."
And she descended back on to him, capturing his lips on her own, dictating the course of it. She ran her hands under his jacket just as she moved to nibble on the side of his jaw, gyrating her hips.
This bitch really was going for it, and the shit was working too.
Before she really could start getting into it and making the problem downstairs much worse, he gently pushed her off. "Wait, wait. We can't do this here."
Eyes hooded, she licked her lips, and – Jashin help him – he was going to lose what little cool he had. "I don't care about the temple being here."
He snorted. "Don't get me wrong, I don't give a shit either. But...maybe you want to destroy it together?"
Her little sinful hands drew circles across his chest sending tingles down his body while her eyes hardened. "I'm not going to destroy a temple, Hidan."
Something still seemed off about her. He could feel that it was her, the chakra signature was the same and yet it didn't feel like her. He placed his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. "Okay, just checking." Before he buried his head in the juncture of her neck and shoulder, biting and sucking hickeys across her skin. Not that he cared if she was right in the head or not.
She sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "So how does this work?"
Reluctantly, he receded, grinning like the cat that caught the canary. He gently pushed her off, as much as he didn't want to. "First, I wouldn't advise doin' anything in the open."
Sakura hummed seemingly, looking right through him. Something really was up with her, but he was afraid to ask and break the spell. "The temple is empty."
"It is?"
"Yeah, been abandoned for years."
Well, shit, he was hoping to destroy it and sacrifice some monks with that – Jashin always loved sacrifices like that. There goes that plan.
Sakura absent-mindedly drew small circles on his pectoral. It was kind of ticklish. He stilled her hand. "Let's go and defile a temple."
She sighed and rubbed her eye. "I really shouldn't. What am I even doing?"
"You're havin' fun. It 'ain't wrong to set loose every once in a while."
"But not with you." She grimaced and looked at him as if for the first time.
Hidan clenched his hands, so he didn't lash out at her. Here she was demeaning him again. "And what the fuck is wrong with me?"
"How about everything?"
Vexed and pissed, he pushed her completely off and she unceremoniously fell back on her ass. He knew this was too good to be true. She had some kind of fucking agenda.
"Fine. Go be a twat somewhere else. I'm tired of this shit."
She blinked, dumbstruck, mouth open.
He got up with a huff, stretching his back because damn the bitch could punch.
Sakura scrambled back to her feet, a grimace on her face. "You gotta understand from where I'm coming from, Hidan. You killed Asuma-sensei, you were a part of an organization that went after my friend. I can't just... forget things like that."
"Then why even seek me out, bitch? To make fun of me? To drag me around by my nose like an idiot? Well, here's your answer to that." And he flipped her the bird. "I'm done." He should've known better and left her alone a long time ago. This shit wasn't worth it. He was too pissed to even look at her dumb face and instead looked for his scythe.
"It's just..." Her voice was quiet, and he pretended not to pay attention to it.
Where is it? And the bitch ripped it off the cable, didn't she? That fucking blacksmith ripped him off and didn't reinforce enough like he asked, fucking tosser.
"...you made me feel desired."
He froze for a moment in his search and peered at her over his shoulder.
Her face was flushed, eyes pinned to the ground and hands curled in the bottom of her red dress. Suddenly she looked up, and he turned his head. "You think I didn't notice it before – the way you were looking at me at points, the fact that for the past couple of times we fought you were aroused."
Fuuuuck. She was way more attentive than he thought. He sighed. At least this proved that she wasn't entirely repulsed by him – she had just been too hung up over him killing her friends to really do anything. Small silver linings.
"A-and…" Her voice shook with barely restrained nerves. "No one's looked at me like that before, especially while I'm fighting. Tamaki said I'm too brutish, too bossy, too foul. He said that it was unnatural for me to be stronger than him, that no one would ever like someone like me."
Hidan sighed again, this time running a hand down his face. He wasn't qualified to deal with this shit, he absolutely did not sign up for this. And hey, there was his scythe, lodged in some berry bushes.
Sakura stood meekly, fidgeting in her spot loudly.
Scythe retrieved, he sneered at her and she jolted. "Sort out your shit before you come looking for me next time."
Sakura hung her head dejectedly.
"And kill that Tamaki wanker." He didn't wait for her answer before he got the fuck out of there as fast as he could. Last thing he needed to see was her crying over something so stupid.
xxx
For three blissful days, he was alone, which, in retrospect, wasn't such a good thing. The last conversation with Sakura kept replaying in his mind, and with nothing to distract him, he was stuck in his mind. Stupid bitch.
Why was he even so hung up over her? She wasn't the first one to beat his ass to the ground, though she was the first one he found attractive. Which probably was the root of the problem. Here he goes for years without developing feelings of that kind, and then she just barges right in with her fists of fury and attitude to match. It was probably why he liked her so much – she didn't take his insults laying down and dissed as good as she got.
People hardly ever entertained his shit-talk, like it was part of the fun of fighting, yet most were hell-bent on being all serious and total wet blankets. And it seemed like she got that. Why else would she come back so many times if she wasn't having fun? He certainly avoided all the wankers that were no fun at all.
That evening he came across a small village. He wasn't sure in which country, since he'd been wandering aimlessly for three days, but it looked a lot like Land of Fire. Mood too sour to really get up to mischief, he went to the nearest food joint and ordered some food.
Hidan picked the first thing on the menu, which just happened to be a bowl of ramen. After days of no food, even the cheap ramen tasted good. And it was a nice distraction from the mess in his head.
His bowl was almost empty, when his blissful peace got disturbed by someone sitting at the opposite side of his table. He was about to give them a piece of his mind before he saw that it was Sakura. Still, he gave her a piece of his mind. "Fuck off, cunt."
She set her own bowl of ramen on the table, a blank look on her face. As if he'd said nothing at all, she split her chopsticks and dug in. The bitch had officially gone mad.
He considered switching tables, seeing as the place was nearly deserted, but he was no bitch and the last thing he wanted to do was run from her. "Alright, I'll bite. What do you want?"
Before slurping her noodles, she looked at him. "You." She ate like all was right in the world. Seriously, what the fuck?
"Nuh-huh, I 'ain't playin' this game with you again. Find another dumbass to drag around." Fuck pride, he was switching tables. There wasn't enough time in the day to deal with her bullshit.
"I'm serious this time, Hidan." She had put down her chopsticks and laced her fingers under her chin. "I wanna do it. I'm interested."
He eyed her sceptically. She looked different this time. Gone was the red dress and what he assumed was her usual shinobi gear. Instead, she wore a simple strappy red shirt with a black skirt and her hair was pulled back into a small ponytail, strands of hair framing her face. There was more focus in her eyes, and she seemed more composed.
"And why should I believe you?"
Suddenly, she looked away in a total one-eighty, a blush staining her cheeks. "I really shouldn't, but I like you."
He blinked, watching as she turned shades redder. Well, shit. What does he say to that?
"Thanks." Apparently that.
She snapped her head up, eyes huge. "I mean it. I don't know why, but you make me feel different, like I'm powerful and desirable. I like feeling like that."
Hidan leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms and leering down at her. "Is that so?"
Sakura pouted, puffing her cheeks. "Stop that."
He chuckled. "After you treated me like dirt? Not a chance."
She huffed. "I'm sorry, okay, but you did deserve it, you can't blame me for that."
Jashin help him. He murdered just some of her friends, it's not like he went after her personally... Well, not back then he didn't, and he didn't think the last year counted. He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm outta here." He pushed his chair back, picking up his bowl of ramen. He paid for that shit, he 'ain't leaving it unfinished.
"You can't be serious?"
He sneered at her. "As serious as I can be, sweetheart. I'm done with your bullshit."
"You're such a dick!" she hissed.
"And you're not getting this dick."
Sakura suddenly got up as well, nearly toppling over her bowl, still red in the face, though it was hard to tell if it was because of embarrassment or anger. A mean sneer was on her face, hands balled up.
The few people that were there eyed them like a spectacle. And he just didn't give a single fuck anymore. Slurping the noodles, he made his way out of the joint.
Footsteps approached him from the behind. He didn't get any further before he was sent stumbling through the door, taking it with him. The bowl of ramen shattered in his hands. That bitch just kicked him in the back. Again. Snarling, he extended his spear and rushed her.
She parried his blow with his own scythe that he'd forgotten to take with him in his anger. Fucking hell.
"The fuck is wrong with you?"
Civilians and bystanders split, gasping and screaming when Sakura walked out of the food joint, scythe poised in front. The few shinobi around eyed them suspiciously, keeping a safe distance.
Sakura sneered and swung his scythe, and he had to jump back to avoid the swing. "Fight me, pussy."
This cocky bitch, attacking him with his weapon and calling him a pussy.
Her hold of the scythe was a bit awkward and while she had no problems with the weight of the weapon (seriously, he was jealous how easily she seemed to wield it) she had no clue how to use it. One of the perks of fighting with an odd weapon – people hardly were able to use it against him. Although, right now, he was in a bit of a tricky situation. The scythe was attached to a cable that was connected to him. She could lasso him around like a ragdoll if she wanted to. And he couldn't figure out why the hell the notion turned him on.
She advanced on him with the scythe.
He blocked the swing with the spear. The blow was strong enough to make him lose his balance and stumble back. He needed to get closer to her – the scythe was less effective up close.
Sakura was no fool though and kept the scythe posed in front of her like a shield each time he tried to get closer. His efforts only resulted in her turning the blade each time, nicking and cutting him.
Fuck this shit. He took the cable and yanked on it.
As he expected, Sakura stumbled, almost losing her grip of the scythe. Sakura snarled and yanked the scythe back, and the cord just extended instead.
He grinned. She didn't know shit about his weapon; she wasn't even using it correctly. "Tough luck, bitch. It's my weapon you're using, I know it like the back of my hand." Yanking on the cable again, he poised his spear forward, and nearly missed her head when she stumbled forward again.
Sakura jumped back and swung the scythe, yanking on the cord along with the swing. And this time it pulled him into her hitting range, cutting him across his arm.
Fuck, she was smarter than he thought and might have realized that he controlled the scythe with his chakra.
She swung again, and he dodged it at the last moment, sneaking past her guard and punching her in the gut. Sakura wheezed, floundering.
Hidan grinned like a maniac. It was rare he got such clear hits on her. She was good at keeping up her guard when she didn't use weapons or stuck with small ones like a kunai and shuriken – not so good anymore with his scythe in hand. And that made him happy – she was so pissed that she'd go as far as to handicap herself unintentionally.
"You filthy cocksucker." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes pure fire. Her next attack came with a roar of anger, scythe coming down to deliver a vicious blow.
The few villagers, which had stayed around to watch the spectacle, scattered when the swing cut into a news' stand. Papers flew everywhere. A few shinobi stood on the side, weapons drawn. No one dared to interrupt them, though.
He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't having fun. The hot sun overhead, the warm breeze, the way the villagers screamed, the way Sakura panted from exertion, her hair a mess. It was wonderful and just the type of chaos he was looking for.
They exchanged many hits like this – a swing from Sakura, a stab from him, a sneaky taijutsu move thrown in for some spice. And Sakura was getting more and more destructive with each hit, hacking buildings, leaving gouges in the ground. He was surprised that his scythe was able to withstand all of it, especially the cable after his haphazard fix.
Sakura parried another jab from his spear with the scythe, a deep set frown on her face. "I fucking hate feeling like this. Do you think I wanted to like you, to be attracted to a frickin' murderer?" she spat, swinging wildly with a fist and nearly catching him in the chin.
He created a distance between them.
She continued. "I feel disgusted with myself just for kissing you. Like, what the fuck is wrong with me?"
It was jarring how much it echoed his exact feelings. He laughed, lowering his spear. "Isn't this just hilarious."
Sakura furrowed her brows, but didn't lower her weapon.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think that someone was fucking with us."
"What the hell are you blabbering about?"
"Feeling's mutual, sweetheart." He wouldn't be surprised if it was Jashin fucking with him in some twisted sense of revenge for skirting his duties for half a decade. "Did you seriously think that I'd want someone like you? A stupid Konoha shinobi? Fuck that noise. I don't need anyone...and yet..."
They circled each other, eyes pinned, bodies tense. In their fight, they had moved out of the village's boundaries and into a more woodsy area. Small bushes and trees no older than a couple years surrounded them. A few modest shacks lined the forest in the distance.
All of a sudden, she threw the scythe at him.
Hidan twisted out of the way just in the nick of time. But her throw was powerful, and the cord yanked him back with the weapon. He and the scythe crashed into a wooden shack full of forestry instruments. Sharp tools and wood toppled all over him. A string of curses fell past his lips. An axe had nicked him in the leg, drawing blood.
Sakura barged into the shack with a furious burst of the door.
He had very little time to gather himself and pick up his scythe. Before she could attack with her fists of fury, he pushed her back with the handle of his scythe until she hit the opposite wall.
She wrapped her hands around the handle, glaring death at him, her jaw set.
Fuck, watching her move around with his weapon, fight with fury in her eyes and such deep passion made his pants tighter. She looked hot as fuck with her hair dishevelled, cheeks pink.
"You should have stayed in the fucking ground." She ground out through her teeth.
"And you should have learned to stay in one sodding place." He bit back, pushing a bit more on the scythe.
She sneered and pushed back on the scythe, though not strong enough to budge him. Her hands were pinned to her chest by the scythe. Both of their knuckles were white from the effort of keeping it in place.
He was so close to her he could smell the sweat on her, feel her breath on his face. His mind flashed back to three days ago when she'd kissed him, and Jashin help him, he wanted to feel her soft lips against his again so fucking badly. As if tempting him, she bit on her bottom lip, and fuck it all, he went for it.
Sakura pressed her lips in a thin line, refusing to react. He coaxed her with his tongue to relax and open her mouth. Their grip on the scythe loosened until it fell on the ground with a dull thud. Her hands went to his cheeks, fingers digging in his skin while he pulled her closer by her waist. There was so much hate in that kiss and need. Shit, she actually meant it this time.
Until Sakura shoved him away, panting, a nasty sneer on her face. "I fucking hate you so much."
Hidan laughed maliciously. "I wish that you'd drop dead."
Then, in unison, they were upon each other again, kissing roughly and biting each other on purpose, teeth clacking. She wound her hands in his hair, pulling on the strands, and he gripped her in a bruising grip by her waist.
He moved from her lips and left bites down her jaw and neck, soothing them with his tongue.
Sakura yanked harder on his hair, cursed and leaned into his touch and wandering hands, accidentally brushing against his dick with her thigh.
He shuddered and cursed, pushing his hands under her shirt. Fucking hell, he had never been so aroused in his life. The shit this little bitch did to him.
Suddenly, she pushed him back harshly, and he crashed into the opposite wall with a crack of the wood, saw dust raining down on him. With the frown on her face, he expected her to punch him. Instead, she kissed him again while fumbling with the front of his pants.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. He got the message and helped her with the button and the zipper, briefly breaking their lip lock. When her dainty fingers wrapped around his cock, he groaned, head hitting the wall.
She kissed him again, nipping at his lips and hand slowly stroking him.
Hidan sunk his fingers in her hair, freeing it from the hair tie, angled her roughly and deepened the kiss, tongue meshing with hers.
Sakura pulled back, removing her hand, and he almost whined from the loss. He blinked dumbly while she stepped out the shorts she had underneath her skirt. Not soon after that she jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him without abandon. He barely got time to react and prepare for the sudden onslaught of Sakura.
Holding her up by her thighs, he rolled them around, pressing her back against the rough wood. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he peppered small nips and bites on the side of her jaw, hands sliding to grope her naked ass.
She rocked against him, moaning, and snaked her hands under his jacket, dragging her nails over the naked flesh there.
Random curse words fell from his lips, and fuck he needed her, he needed to feel her, be inside her. He pressed into her just trying to feel the curves of her body, rocking against her. Little moans slipped past her lips, and shit, he could feel the heat of her. He pulled back enough to slip a hand between their bodies. Sakura moaned louder when his fingers slid over her slick pussy. Now that was something he wanted to hear more of.
He rubbed her clit in small circles, watching as her body tensed and her eyes screwed shut in pleasure. She bit on her lip, letting her head rest against the wall. And what a pretty picture she made – hair mussed, lips dark pink from his abuse, chest heaving from her heavy pants. He retracted his hand to position himself against her, rubbing the head of his dick against her slit. She was still rocking against him, practically begging for his cock, and who was he to refuse her.
When he finally sunk into her, he groaned into her shoulder. Fuck, she was so warm and wet, and she was squeezing him so damn tightly. She urged him to move with her hips, hands fisting in his jacket. Hidan chuckled, a crude comment about her thirst for his cock at the tip of his tongue when she just started moving on her own, rocking against him, using his shoulders as leverage. And all intents of being a cocky bastard flew out of his mind.
Hands on her thighs, he matched her movements, finding the right rhythm they both liked. He'd been fantasizing about fucking her for months now and, hell, his fantasy had nothing on the real thing. The real thing was much more ferocious and warm, so, so warm.
Sakura pulled him by his hair for a kiss, and she was not gentle. This was something he hadn't thought to be true, that she'd enjoy being like this, that she'd want this as much as he did. She bit him hard enough to nearly draw blood, and he moaned into her mouth. It was like she knew exactly what he would like, like she could read his mind and scratch, bite and squeeze him just at the right moment.
She bit him again, and this time it stung, and he groaned. The mix of pain and pleasure made him lose his rhythm. It probably had been an accident for she drew back, looking at him with lustful yet shocked eyes, lips stained red.
Still, he kissed her again, sucking on her red lip, the familiar taste of copper on his tongue. His hand was starting to cramp from holding her up, and he silently had to curse his body for betraying him like that. A high-pitched moan slipped past her lips when he hoisted her up higher, her hands wounding into his hair and pulling on the strands. Fuck, he won't last much longer if she'll continue to squeeze him like this. The fucking muscles on her, damn, she was practically pulling him in.
She was throwing him for a loop. The part of him that was depraved and horny as hell had hoped she'd be all this, that she'd be a hot hate fuck. The other more rational side had been hoping for something lacklustre, for something to just get her out of his system. But here he was utterly fucking lost in her – in the green of her eyes, the little sounds she made.
Before his hand could cramp again, he pressed into her, grunting and trusting her to keep herself upright, he freed one of his arms. Making sure she was looking at him, he leaned back a bit and smirked, snaking his hand between their bodies. Sakura gasped when he rubbed her clit in tight little circles, her body arching into him. The angle of his hand was awkward, and he switched tactics. Taking hold of her again, he pounded into her harder.
Sakura came with a sudden cry, squeezing and fluttering around him, nails digging into his skin.
He cursed, slowing down to let her ride it out. His hand was cramping – again, goddammit – and he rushed to reach his own release.
She combed her hands through his hair just as he bit into her naked shoulder, muffling his release.
He stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the warm and fuzzy bliss of afterglow. Hidan lifted his head up, heavy breaths mingling with hers, searching her face for...he didn't know what… For disgust? Bliss? Hatred? None of it was there, and he let her down back on her feet before she could change her mind about the whole ordeal and slap him into the next century. He stepped back, shaking out the tingles from his arm.
Sakura stood on shaky legs until she gave up and sat down, back leaning against the wall.
Hidan sat on the opposite side, righting his pants and raking a hand through his mussed hair.
The shed was a mess of tools, firewood and splinters. Half of the shed was destroyed from where he had fallen through it. A soft breeze tickled his damp skin. Birds chirped in the distance and mild chatter from the town flew in.
The usual clarity that had plagued him for the past month didn't come. He expected to feel disgusted with himself for touching her, for enjoying fucking her. Instead, looking at her rumpled and flushed form, he wanted to do it all over again. It was…
"So what was it about not getting your dick?" Her tone was light, teasing.
He frowned, hands clenching, angry with himself for letting it happen after he said that he wouldn't and for wishing it would happen again. "Oh, shut up before I choke you."
She pouted. "Please don't threaten me with a good time."
Hidan stared at her for a couple of seconds. Did he just fuck her brains out or something? He wasn't against it, but damn, she totally did not look the type to be into that kind of thing. "You're way more fucked in the head than I thought."
Sakura scrunched her face in distaste and then sighed, thumping her head against the wall. "Yeah, you're probably right. I sought out you after all."
And there she was, back on that again.
"You're such a fucking cunt."
She laughed. "And you're a murdering asshole, so I guess we're even."
He grit his teeth until… "Whatever. I'm outta here. Don't come looking for me again." He didn't have the energy to deal with her bullshit. His scythe was buried under a pile of firewood and he moved to retrieve it. He hissed, all the little marks Sakura left on him stung and had yet to heal.
Sakura snorted. "Like I'd do that again. Please, I have better things to do."
Yeah, he ran from there before he got into another fight with her because seriously; she was asking for it and he did NOT want a repeat of what had happened… Maybe that was a bold-faced lie, but he wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of being right or getting the upper hand on him again so soon.
I'm going to post the second part of this later in February (27th).
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