Necro again

okay I got mixed reactions to this fic, thankfully the good out weighed the bad.

To all the haters and discriminators out there...this is a work of fiction. If you don't like the pairing or yaoi in general then I say in the nicest possible way...piss off.

I give you fair warning and from here on out I will tolerate no more flames because as a wise person recently told me...flames should only be used for grillin on the BBQ...amen to that

oh n shikamaru might seem alittle emotional but when u consider the circumstances of the fic...well you'd me emotional if u were in his position 2.

so on with the stroy and thnx to all my wonderfull reviwers

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Tap…..tap…tap

Ugh…no…I don't wanna get up

Tap…tap…

Damn…what is that?

Shikamaru reluctantly awoke from his sleep. He forced his eyes open only to squeeze them shut again as something came and hit him in the face.

He tried to opened his eyes again and saw none other then Hidan sitting only a few feet across from him with a bag of peanuts in his hand; he grabbed one of the said peanuts and threw it at Shikamaru's head, it bounced off and fell to the floor with a tap.

" Bout time you woke the fuck up. I'm telling you, your one lazy sonovabitch" Said the religious man as he casually popped a peanut in his mouth.

Shikamaru stared at him. He remembered losing his cool, and being captured just like he remembered how his beloved sensei died by the hands of this foul mouthed man.

"Hey, dumb ass! Don't you fuckin ignore me! I know I'm not talking to myself here."

Did Hidan really expect to get an answer? After all he put him through, did he just expect for Shikamaru to have a conversation with him as if they were best buddies?

"Hey listen to"-

"Will you shut up already" said Shikamaru through clenched teeth.

Hidan snarled at him and threw him a rude gesture which he chose to ignore. He had more important things to worry about, like how he would escape from where ever he was being held and how he would leave a dead Hidan in his wake.

His hands were being held over his head by chains, he figured they would be pretty easy to get out of, until he saw the two seals that were put on them.

If he remembered correctly the first seal was meant to drain a person's charka, which would explain why Shikamaru was so tired, and the second was to make sure that the chains couldn't be tampered with and escaped from.

Shikamaru let out an irritated sigh, maybe escaping wouldn't be so easy.

"What's wrong pineapple head? You're dead wrong if ya thought I'd just use any ol' chain to keep your ass in place." Said Hidan with a chuckle.

"Just what the hell are you trying to accomplish by keeping me in this…room? Let me go and let's finish this"

"Finish? What are you talking about, we haven't even started."

"You…after all you've done how dare you just sit there and act so damn casual around me…I'LL KILL YOU!"

Shikamaru felt the same sensation of rage that had filled him in the forest not to long ago and sprang up from the ground, launching his body at Hidan.

Rolling his eyes in irritation, said religious man sprang up as well and easily pinned the chained and charka drained Shikamaru against a wall, pressing his forearm tightly against the younger man's chest to hold him still.

"Hey listen fuck face, don't go making threats to the person who decides whether you live or die, okay?! I mean honestly you were supposed to be the smart one but you're acting like such a dumb ass." Gritted Hidan.

Hidan's face was only an inch or two away from Shikamaru's and his body was brushing against his. He was staring into the eyes of the man who had taken Asuma's life and in all honesty, it was kind of scary.

Shikamaru had never felt so many emotions well up inside of him.

Shame, anger, sorrow, hatred, pain, regret, loneliness, aggravation, irritation, disappointment.

All these things came crashing down on him and he just couldn't hold it in.

His eyes were staring to burn and he could feel the bile building up in the back of his throat. He tensed his body up to try and suppress the shivers that were threatening to rake through his body.

No. He couldn't break down now. Not in front of this Bastard, he wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

But like an animal Hidan sensed Shikamaru's weakness and he was going to exploit it.

With a devious grin he pushed off of Shikamaru's body and let him slide down to the floor.

"You remember that day pretty well right? The day I killed your sensei." Asked Hidan with a hint of glee in his voice.

He turned his back to the boy and walked to the middle of the room, giving a small glance to watch as his prey's body convulsed in effort to suppress all his emotions.

"I don't see why it's such a big deal to you" He continued as he bent down and began drawing the symbol of Jashin on he ground, "I mean those fuckin cigarettes would a killed him sooner or later any ways, right?"

He could tell from his flustered face that he was pushing all of the right buttons to piss the kid off.

"Don't…don't you talk like you know him. You don't know ANYTHING about him."

"I know how he died" whispered Hidan sadistically.

Shikamaru's head shot up to glare at him with strained blood shot eyes.

"It went a little something like this…" Hidan said as he pulled his pike out and put it into position in front of his chest.

He watched closely as Shikamaru's eyes widen and he gave the boy a moment to replay his sensei's death in his head before plunging the metal through his own skin.

Déjà vu.

The younger's eye reflexively twitched and Hidan himself couldn't help but let out a shuddered moan of pleasure.

He always got a euphoric feeling when he spilt blood in the name of his beloved Jashin-sama, but this time was different.

It was more painful and consequently more gratifying with Shikamaru chained to the wall with transfixed eyes gazing at him in horror.

"Well…whaddya think?" asked Hidan, curious to what exactly was going through Shikamaru's head, even though it was kind of obvious.

At first Shikamaru was mute. His mouth opened and closed a bit, like a fish out of water, but no sound came. Finally he managed to croak out the words, "why…why are you doing this to me"

At first Hidan just stood there with a dumbstruck expression, pike still protruding from his pierced flesh.

He had expected for the boy to lash out at him, like a women with PMS, seeing as that was what the boy had been acting like since he had been awoken by a peanut assault.

Instead Shikamaru sat there with a blank gaze and hot tears running down his cheeks, no longer willing to stay unshed.

"Because my little sinner…this may have been the way your sensei ended…but this is how we began."

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w00t w00t chappie 2

Thnx again for the positive feedback, I want to keep goin with this fic a bit longer but only if you guys are feelin it

I use compliments to fuel my arrogance and criticism to wipe my ass, lol

Please I really do enjoi feedback and advice if you have any, so review for the love of Jashin!

-Necro