The beat of the drums urged Hidan to work out faster, crunch twice as many times than the previous workouts, there was something about this music that put him into a zone, let him concentrate on the task at hand. As the guitar riff joined in, Hidan began his mountain climbers, pumping left and right, faster each time. 10…20…30, the count carried on. Sweat dripped down his face, making the floor under him slightly wet. He controlled his breathing, forcing his lungs to take deep breaths, forcing oxygen around his body. The vocals of Konan began to drift into the song, giving it a haunting melody, setting the stage for the lead male, Yahiko, who could sing like an angel and scream like a demon escaping hell. The drums grew louder, competing with the guitar riff, giving the song an adrenaline feel, making Hidan work harder, push harder. The chorus came in, where the vocals of both singers harmonized, complementing one another. The song carried on in a similar pattern, as it ended, Hidan began to slow his exercise, breathing fast. By the time he was finished he was drenched in sweat. He turned off the music and made his way to the shower, turning it as hot as possible, filling the room with steam. He started to strip off his clothes and got into the shower. The water helped to soothe his aching muscles and wash away his sweat. He quickly washed his body and hair, turned the water off and walked back into his room with a towel around his waist, and one on his neck, catching the water droplets from his hair. He dressed quick in jeans and a shirt with the Akatsuki logo on it. He ran a hand in his damp hair, pushing it off his face, as he made his way to the front door. He lived in a decent sized flat. It had two rooms, though one was currently used as his gym. The kitchen and living rooms were open plan. He grabbed his boots from the stand, put them on and made his way out. 'Another day in hell' he thought to himself as he began the walk to college. He decided to listen to his music, plugging his headphones in, another Akatsuki song playing. He drummed his fingers against his leg as he walked, losing himself in the beat, closing himself to the world.
Hidan normally made sure that he was always aware of his surroundings, however, today he was lost to the rhythm, that he didn't notice where he was going. When he bumped into the person in front of him, he was shocked to find someone in his path and annoyed to have been pulled out of his thoughts, his music interrupted that he growled in frustration and snapped at the unfortunate individual, "you just had to get in my way" he complained, not giving the person even an ounce of attention, not until they spoke, "you are the one who walked into me, let me guess, you're the one that is blind as a bat" the voice scolded. Looking down he saw the girl from college, the one who he sat with in science, and she used his line against him. He smirked at her, which only seemed to irritate her more, "what are you smiling about? The least you could do is apologise for walking into me" she seethed. Hidan couldn't help it, he smiled at her, showing his teeth, the woman stamped her foot down, mumbled about something under her breath and made to get out of the way, Hidan got in her way, "so the timid little rabbit has a voice after all" he teased her, causing her face to turn slightly red. He let his gaze devour her, she was well built from what he could see, her shirt fitted at the top and flared from the waist down. He found himself staring at her breasts, and found himself fantasizing about them, thinking of what they would look with nothing on, as his eyes lowered, he made out a narrow waist. She was wearing a skirt that showed off her long, defined legs, that disappeared into knee length boots. He forced his gaze higher, to look at her face. Her eyebrows were pinched together, showing her annoyance with him, her grey eyes lit bright with frustration. Her lips were slightly parted, and he could see her taking in deep breaths, as if to calm herself down. He chuckled at her expression and moved out of her way and carried on with his journey "well guess I'll see you in class then" he called behind him, earning him a grumble. He knew he'd enjoy college a little bit more, he would enjoy annoying the spitfire that he left behind him.
Hinata couldn't believe her luck, she made sure that she stayed aware of her surroundings, turning her music down low. Yet it was the annoying guy who happened to have bumped into her, and yet he couldn't even say sorry for that, he had to berate her for his mistake. And the way he smirked at her, as if he could get away with whatever he wanted to. She was tempted to avoid going to her classes, just to avoid him, but decided against it, 'he will not make me run' she thought to herself, she wasn't going to let some moron dictate what she did. She took a deep breath to calm herself and carried on her way. By the time she reached college, she found her friends at the gates, they waved at her as she walked past, she smiled at them. "Hey, what's bothering you? You look like someone ran over your foot or something" Tenten asked. Hinata sighed and told them about her run in with the new guy, "I can't believe how rude he is, yesterday when I bumped into him, I tried to apologise, and he shut me down, and now he walked into me and blamed me for it and couldn't even say sorry". Hinata normally kept her temper, but there was something about this guy that got under her skin. She shook her head, forcing her to clear her thoughts, the group started to walk towards their class.
As they got nearer, they noticed a note on the door, with a group hurdled around it, "What is all this about?" Sakura questioned, she pushed her way through the group read the note and walked back to her friends, "seems like professor Asuma isn't in, so we have a free period" she announced. Hinata was happy with the news, 'at least I won't have to be around him' she thought. She decided to go to the library and read in the secluded corner. She found her favourite book and sat down on the armchair facing the large window, giving her the view of the grounds. She opened the book and lost herself to the characters, the detective who had to try and solve the unsolvable, catch the serial killer before they struck again. Hinata turned page after page, losing track of time.
It was only when someone sat in the chair opposite her, announcing their arrival with a loud sigh followed with a grunt that she looked up from her book, to find herself staring at purple eyes and a smirk, 'seriously, I can't even get away from him in here' she thought to herself. Hinata clenched her jaw and tried to get back into her book, but the person opposite her had some other ideas, "Whatcha reading? He asked, she pretended not to hear him, and carried on reading, "Oi, I asked you a question, aren't you meant to answer back" his tone was sarcastic, and he had leaned forward so his elbows were resting on his knees. Hinata sighed and shut her eyes, "What do you want?" she asked, not really wanting an answer in return. The guy huffed out a laugh, "well aren't you the frosty ice queen, I was just trying to be nice", Hinata couldn't believe that he thought he was being nice, he wouldn't know the meaning if it hit him in the face. "Why do you care, and last time I checked, you were a jerk who couldn't apologise for bumping into me, and here you expect me to give you any attention" she said, a biting tone in her words, she didn't care if she sounded mean. He chuckled at her response, making her irate, 'what is it with him?'. She shut her book and made to leave, except, he stood in her way, "Can you please move out of my way" she said to him, raising her head to meet his gaze, her lips pursed slightly showing her annoyance. "since you asked so nicely, I guess I should" he replied, tilting his head to side, and moved slightly, causing Hinata to have to squeeze past him, she tried not to let any part of her body touch his, but her feet had another idea, she tripped over nothing and fell into a hardened chest, she felt how muscled he was as her hands landed on his front. He steadied her, placing his hands on her waist. This close she could smell him, and disturbingly, she found that she liked the way he smelt, spice and man. But she wasn't going to admit this to anyone. She looked up and saw him looking down at her, his eyes dancing with amusement. He did have amazing eyes, she found herself drawn into them, the colour like nothing she had seen. He had a straight nose and full lips that looked soft. Some of his hair had fallen into his face, and she felt an urge to run her hands in it, to see whether it was as soft as it looked, she realised that she was staring and quickly righted herself, "sorry about that" she said, embarrassed to find herself staring at the guy who annoyed her so much. He smirked at her, "by all means, carry on looking". She felt heat rise into her face and pushed past him, only to hear him chuckling. She forced her legs to move away from him. 'why does he have to be so infuriating?' she thought. Hinata left the library quickly and made her way to the toilets, slamming her belongings on the counter, she placed her hands on the sink and stared at herself in the mirror. She was still flushed from her encounter with the jackass, it was his fault that she tripped, he annoyed her, yet she found herself thinking about his eyes and those lips. She touched her own lips, thinking what it would feel like to be kissed by him. She quickly moved her fingers away, surprised at her train of thoughts, 'I will never kiss him nor want him to'.
She washed her hands and made her way to the next lesson. Sitting in her usual spot by the window, she opened her books and started to read, waiting for the lesson to start. After 5 minutes, the class was filled, and the teacher called the class to attention. They carried on with their history assignments, writing about the wars of the past and how they benefitted some people and caused ruin to others. The hour went by fast with Hinata busy in her work, soon the lesson was over, and they had to hand in their assignments. Hinata placed hers on the edge of the desk, got her things together and packed up, getting ready to leave. She spoke to the other students, talking about their work, others gossiping about anything.
Hinata had one lesson left for the day, her favourite, art. She made her way to the studio, grabbed her phone and started her playlist, and zoning in on her painting. She started to blend the spring picture with summer. Trees slowly filling with lush greenery, the sky lit with the bring sunlight, flowers in full bloom. She carried on with the work, blending, painting, creating a beautiful picture out of the colours. It helped soothe her. She carried on like this for a long time, staying longer than was necessary.
Hidan was lying on his bed, and found himself thinking about the ice queen, there was something about her that intrigued him. He was still thinking about the way her body felt when she had fallen into him, he had felt the fullness of her breasts, and if he was honest, he liked how she felt pushed up against him. When he had helped steady her, he had placed his hands on her waist, he could feel her toned belly, he was tempted to pick up her top and place his hands on her flesh, to feel its softness. She had a beautiful face, her gorgeous grey eyes captured him, he had almost lost himself in their depth. And those lips, when they had parted, he was taken over with an urge of pushing his tongue into her mouth, to taste her. He wondered if she tasted as sweet as she smelt. He had smelt her lavender shampoo, but there was a sweet scent that he couldn't identify, whatever it was, he liked it and wanted to smell it again. Hidan smiled to himself, he couldn't remember the last time a woman held his attention like this, he wanted to see her again, if only to see the different emotions that crossed her face, the way her eyes lit with fury, her nose scrunched up and eyebrows pinched together, he wondered what she would look like when lost in passion, he wanted to see her like that, lost to pleasure. Just thinking about her like that caused his cock to pulse. He groaned inwardly as his cock pushed against the zipper of his jeans. He pushed against himself, enjoying the sensations, he took off his jeans and boxers and thought more about her, how she had felt against him, he imagined what she would feel like under him, he grabbed himself tightly and moved his hand up and down, slowly first, but as his fantasies grew, so did the pace. The pace increasing slowly, building the pleasure, soon he was grunting through his release.
