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Magenta eyes scanned over the small room, which was to, in about seven months, hold his child. A slight bit of worry washed over the Jashinist as he rubbed his stomach, which curved out slightly, showing the beginning of pregnancy. Hidan walked over to the mirror in the yellow bumblebee themed room and sighed softly. Pale hands lifted his shirt in up most safety to reveal the small lump which would only grow in the coming months. Regarding it with slight ease and precaution, the Jahinist couldn't help but smile.

"My own child... Well I'll be damned. Kakuzu doesn't seem to care too much about it, but at least Yuurei is helping." indeed, the blonde haired girl was helping. Hidan had gotten her to stay, only after he had found out about who Yuurei was. Ever since, Yuurei had protected him for the two months Hidan had taken on being the vessel for the anti-Christ like figure. Begrudgingly, Yuurei took Hidan's duties of being Kakuzu's partner, while Hidan stayed back, eating random foods with Konan, whom was also in a state of pregnancy.

"Hidan, it's two in the morning. Are you okay?" Yuurei's voice asked from the opening in the door. Hidan looked back, his eyebrows furrowing in contempt over the overall situation.

"Never been better." he drawled out, making sure he hit the right note of sarcasm. Yuurei frowned and crossed her arms over her yet to develop breasts.

"Huh... It's Kakuzu, isn't it?" she asked, but her and Hidan both knew it was not meant to be an actual question.

"I guess." was the reply she was presented. Biting her bottom lip, she thought of what to say next, when this came to mind:

"Do you love him or something?" spiteful, yes. However, Yuurei wasn't too fond of the miser herself. A lack of fondness that bordered on hate, but the daughter of Jashin had a mission, which included never harming Kakuzu. Hand in hand, this was most likely a factor to why she was so driven to dislike him. Hidan choked, as if the words had began to ring his neck like a murderer of sorts.

"Love? Kakuzu? No way, no fucking way." he muttered, his voice lowering dangerously. "Ever since we got married, if you want to call it that, he fucking doesn't talk to me. I mean, he checks up once in awhile, but he's always counting money." Hidan criticized, his hands opening and closing in even timing. Yuurei noticed the action and scoffed. Since she had gotten to know Hidan, it was only natural she soon had deducted what made the Jashinist tick. Every flinch, curse, and emotion change she had learned and memorized, for sake of keeping him safe and sound. The movement Hidan was presenting now was one of stress. As the clenching action continued, the I want line formed on the albino man's forehead. Sighing, Yuurei grabbed a hold of Hidan's shoulders in a swift, yet simple movement.

"As much as I hate to say it, but maybe it wouldn't hurt to talk to him." Yuurei admitted. "I'm not a fan of Kakuzu, but you obviously seem to be more interested in him than you lead on, Hidan." she affirmed, her eyes holding nothing for magenta ones to catch.

"I... But... Fuck, I can't do that-"

"Yes... Yes you can." Yuurei countered, her tone now sharp in her usual sing song voice. With stammering words, Hidan managed to say:

"W-when though? Exactly how am I going to talk to him when all he cares about is fucking money? I can do fine on my own. I don't need him." the albino retorted, his tone matching the younger girl's. Letting go, Yuurei's hands went to her hair and pulled at the blonde locks that were out of the pony tail for once. "You're an idiot!" the blonde teen growled while pulling at her hair in frustration. "Face it, if you keep being such a whiney bitch about Kakuzu, all you'll end up doing is wanting the fucker more." to this, Hidan was silent. How could a girl of merely four-teen understand so much? Was it the gifts of being a god's daughter, or did Yuurei simply know the dead truth? Hidan blamed both things, but could not bring himself to speak to the girl in front of him.

"How... You know fucking what... You're right as much as you're a bitch!" the albino agreed, nodding his head.

"Oh I know. So, go talk to him." she ordered, punching his shoulder lightly.

"Fine. If I come out with a black eye, know I tried my best." the Jashinist smirked. Yuurei laughed at this and pushed him towards the door gently.

"Okay, now go! You stupid idiot!" she snickered and watched Hidan leave. After the footsteps of the albino faded, she sighed, her arms dropping to her sides. "Good luck, Hidan." she said softly.

Even though it had taken about seven tries, the miser's door had finally opened for Hidan, said man behind it. However, as soon as Hidan opened his mouth to speak, Kakuzu, of course, interrupted.

"What are you doing here?" the tired and now angry voice of Kakuzu demanded. Frowning, Hidan said:

"Well, you see-"

"It's two in the morning. What in Kami's name could be that important?" Hidan, after being interrupted a second time, started to become angry.

"Hey, listen man! I-"

"It better be good. I swear, Hidan-" this time, Hidan was the one to cut off Kakuzu, instead of the opposite.

"Fuck! Shut up!" he whispered. "I want to talk!" he growled quietly. While surprised, Kakuzu actually went quite, his eyes looking down at the small bump underneath the Jashinist's shirt.

'That's my kid in there. For fuck's sake...' as simple as the thought was, it had a more than simple effect on the miser. After a minute of consideration to turn the younger man away, Kakuzu said this: "Come in then." nodding, Hidan followed the tall man into the dark room, the only light shining was the moon from between the cracks in the curtains. "So, what do you want to say? It's too early for any of this."

"No, I needed to talk to you." unusual, however, the tone Hidan was serious. Oh so serious. Raising an eyebrow, Kakuzu sat down on his bed, watching Hidan stand in front of him.

"All right, go for it." he sighed, but the inner confinements of his mind were telling him this was indeed a moment of a trivial turning point in this strange love/hate relationship the two had expressed for each other.

"I want you to stop trying to get away from me. We're fucking married, Kakuzu. In seven Jashin damn months I'm going to give birth to a baby girl. I want her to have two fathers, not one. You gotta help out." he murmured, his magenta eyes looking into Kakuzu's with need. As much as Kakuzu hated it, the man adjacent to him did speak the truth. He would have to help out, or at least, it felt like the right thing to do. Not that Kakuzu knew exactly what the 'right thing' was at that.

"... Fine. If you do one thing." Kakuzu sighed, rubbing his temples for a minute, before looking back at the man who was unbelievably his husband. Hidan tilted his head to the side and blinked, confused once again.

"... All right... What?" he asked, a bit wary from past requests the miser had asked of him. However, Hidan was likely to see it was coming when Kakuzu had said this: "Blow me."

"What?"

"You heard me." the request was simple, but to Hidan, it seemed like one of those brain teasers that would stump an average person for days. Thoughts ran through his mind if what he heard was Kakuzu asking for a blow job, or why the man had to be so blunt. All would indeed stump the no exception to this norm, Hidan.

"... You want..." he trailed off, blushing. The colour of the blush on Hidan was rather comical to the miser, from the tones of his skin, more so the lack there of, to the blush.

"Yes Hidan, I want a blow job. Just come here." he rolled his eyes, ushering the Jashinist over. Grimacing, Hidan walked over to the older man, kneeling in front of the bed, between the stitched man's legs.

"Fine, but only since I want you to help." Hidan muttered and watched Kakuzu smirk, then stitches on his cheeks turning upward like the skeleton from the movie Nightmare Before Christmas. The younger of the two waited while Kakuzu pulled down his own boxers, to reveal a semi-erected penis. Gulping, Hidan scooted closer to his husband. "What if I-"

"Choke? Hidan, you're immortal. Don't make me laugh. I'll make sure you breathe, for the sake of that... Our child." he sighed, finally admitted what he was so strongly against at the beginning. Hidan's mood seemed to brighten at this statement.

"Alright, I'll definitely do it." he nodded and spit on his palm. Kakuzu would have said something about the lack of sanitizing. However, none of this was actually clean in a second opinion. While thinking over the matter, Kakuzu was suddenly pulled from his thoughts when Hidan had began a rhythmic up and down motion on his manhood. Without looking at the man before him, Hidan took a deep breath an exhaled.

"You know... All those times when I said I hated you, I didn't mean it all the time." the Jashinist said softly, his voice quiet in the dark room. Kakuzu looked down at his husband, utter surprise spread across his face.

"Really now? Why are you bringing this up now?" he asked. Hidan, not looking up, continued his steady rhythm.

"Hah, because I need to." the man said simply and closed his eyes, a small smirk making its way onto his thin lips. "I did it because you always said you hated me. I didn't want to look like a pansy in front of you. All my life, I was treated like one. Akatsuki was like a new start, where I could be a new person. The fact that I care about people scares all of you guys, so it worked. I didn't want anyone to think I was weak." to this, Kakuzu chuckled.

"Hidan?"

"Yeah?" he asked, finally looking up as he removed his hand off the miser's shaft.

"We can talk about feelings later, just finish what you started." as simple as the sentence was to the miser, Hidan, as it seemed, was affected by it. His lips tightened into a hard line, the I want creased forming in the middle of his forehead. Kakuzu watched the storm like expression on the Jashnist's face and frowned. Surely, the younger of the two would start some sort of argument. That was, after all, the kind of person Hidan was. However, as quick as the storm had come, it passed. A calmer mask replaced the previous, relieving the miser of any future disagreement.

"Fine, have it your way." Hidan muttered and parted his lips, kissing the tip of his husband's erected dick. Kakuzu grunted and watched as his partner suck on the tip of his manhood. Much to his dislike, Kakuzu did realize the man before him was attractive. A sense of pride washed over him, to know that said male was his own husband, no matter how much he tended to aggravate the miser. No matter how hard he tried, a small smile broke onto his usually stoic features as the Jashinist scoffed at him. "I'm gonna choke, seriously!" hearing the complaint, only made the smile stretch, much more, Kakuzu liked the unusual emotion. Chuckling slightly, he grabbed a fist full of the younger man's hair.

"Oh shut up."

"You know, I don't get it, yeah." Deidara mumbled and crossed his arms over his chest, all three of the mouths he possessed were turned down as he looked out of the living room window.

"I know what you mean." Konan replied, the only mouth she had turned down like the blond's was. "They hated each other, what, a month ago? And now, this?" she asked, watching the two immortals outside under the old Elm tree in the yard of the base. Squaring his shoulders, the bomber huffed, the blond bang that covered the left side of his face lifting up slightly, then falling back into place.

"Someone must have fucked with those moron's heads." Yahiko joined the two Akatsuki members. "Are... Are they spooning?" he asked, his voice breaking at the last word. Konan nodded and sighed.

"Yes sir."

"Cut it out, Konan. We have to find out why my two immortal grunts are... Are actually in love." the red head muttered, ruffling his own hair. Deidara frowned and glared over at the leader of the Akatsuki.

"Leader-sama, this is half your doing. You and Konan wanted this, for that child, hmm." the youngest of the Akatsuki said pointedly, making sure to gesture towards the bump under the blue haired woman's shirt, which was only a month bigger than his best friend's. Konan looked at Deidara, then towards her tummy.

"That's true..." Konan muttered softly and rubbed the bump with circular motions. "I mean, we did do this for us… However, I think it's cute." she finished, looking back at the two males near her. Deidara smiled, while Yahiko could do nothing but frown.

"This isn't some fluffy fairy tale, Konan. Those two are supposed to hate each other. It's like night and day, my dear. You can have each, but they will never get together. Night is night, day is day. Kakuzu is Kakuzu, and Hidan is Hidan." he explained, the frown yet to remove itself from his features. Deidara made a low grunting noise and decided to take his leave before the anger in his stomach proceeded any further, to the point where punching his own leader would make an even better idea. Konan, however, did not move, not one bit. Her eyelids lowered as she whispered:

"Yahiko. I won't let you get in the way of them. Hidan is my friend, sort of, so I won't let you bring him back to what he was a few months back. This Hidan is different, love. He's more level headed and… Happy." the blue haired woman spoke evenly, a small, yet sad smile was spread across her lips. Yahiko opened his mouth to say something, when the door slammed open. "WELL FUCK YOU TOO!" was heard, along with a crash of the vase that had been residing on the hall way table by the door way. Konan whirled around in time to see a raging Jashinist walk into the living room. Yahiko gaped, his eyes filled with shock, but soon recovered into a stare of ill contempt. "You son of a-"

"Yahiko, dear. Please leave. I need to speak to Hidan." Konan whispered into the red head's ear, but the tender sound of her voice had momentarily melted into a hiss of warning. Yahiko took notice and nodded slightly, walking off as fast as he could, without looking like he was actually running. Once her husband had left, she looked at the red faced albino. "What just happened!" she asked. She would have been shocked, sure. However, she knew what Yahiko had said was right. Night and day are not the best match up. Hidan raised a single eyebrow at the woman before him and drawled out the unsteady sentence, which would truly shock the angel of Akatsuki.

"He said he loved me." Hidan indeed drawled out. Konan, to this, could not find anything to say in the matter. For what seemed like hours, Konan did nothing but stare, until a smile spread across her face. Another second passed, before the outburst came. Hunching over, the paper kunochi burst into fits of short choking noises, which were mixed, of course, with laughter.

"Ha ha ha! That's what you're mad about! Hidan! That's a good thing!" the woman blurted out, her chest aching with the action of laughing too hard. Hidan stared at her in anger, more so that she was laughing at him.

"It fucking well isn't! This is all bat shit crazy!" the Jashinist yelled. Konan felt tears threatening to spill over and stood up straight once again. When she looked at her friend's upset expression, she knew exactly what was wrong this time around.

"Oh Hidan… I'm sorry for laughing. However, you're being silly." she cooed and walked over. Hidan watched her and frowned as she took his hand, leading him over the dark green couch. She sat down and pulled him down next to her while she continued. "It's just your hormones, honey. Kakuzu loving you isn't bat shit crazy. He actually cares for you. Come on, you know that." she said softly. Hidan blinked twice, then sniffed. "Fuck… I hate this." Hidan admitted, looking at his stomach. "I bet I drive the fucker nuts. Absolutely fucking crazy. I must look like a lunatic."

"Well a bit, with the lunatic. However, I think it's unique. I mean, Kakuzu might not like it, but nobody likes every trait their partner has. I hate Yahiko's god complex. I think it's far from the peaceful world we originally wanted. Just because someone doesn't like one thing, doesn't mean they don't love you." she explained, rubbing her friend's hands with hers. The albino smiled slightly and laughed.

"Jashin, you're good, Konan." he laughed slightly, the stormy expression on Hidan's face fading into a more or less sunny like one. Grinning, Konan let go of her friend's hands.

"I am a woman!" she chirped, flipping her bangs out of the way of her vision. "Now, go apologize for being a bitch." Hidan, to this, couldn't help but laugh.

"Fuck, all right."

"One thing though. I have a question for you, Hidan." Konan said suddenly, her tone going into a serious one. Hidan blinked and stood up, but nodded.

"Shoot."

"Why would you give birth to a child who can only have one possible future?" she asked, her eyes filled with sadness. Hidan felt his heart clench in guilt, but quickly ignored it.

"Because… Jashin- sama is my saviour. I owe him my life, Konan. That's why." However, it didn't seem like that was the right answer.

"Hey." was all the Jashinist could say while standing in front of the miser, who at the moment, was sitting against the huge Elm tree in the front yard. Kakuzu looked up and frowned, trying his best to push the anger to the back of his mind. "Can I sit?"

"I don't know." he began, rubbing his temples in a slow motion. "Are you going to yell again?"

"… No."

"You can sit." the stitched man answered and watched his partner sit down slowly, his eyes fixed on the small, yet pronounced bump that had settled on the Jashinist's lower abdomen. Taking a deep breath, Hidan nodded.

"I'm… I'm sorry. For you know, yelling. I just, I've never had anyone say that to me. Besides family. Even then, I've been so numb from it, ever since I left Yugakure. I guess I just thought you were bullshitting me or something." the younger of the two explained, looking down at the grass that was now painted darker from the night. Kakuzu sighed deeply and placed an arm on one of the pale man's shoulders, gently squeezing it, to show some sort of support.

"I wasn't bullshitting you, Hidan. You know I would never say something like that if it wasn't true. I'm not that kind of person." he frowned, trying to keep the man in front of him calm. Hidan looked up at his partner and smiled sadly.

"All right… I guess you're right. So… I… I love you too." he admitted. "And that's that." to this, Kakuzu chuckled, the hand reaching down and around the smaller man's other shoulder, pulling him closer to him.

"Then that's that."

"And?"

"And what?" Hidan asked, feeling his patience being tested as the Uchiha watched him curiously.

"How're you feeling?"

"What the fuck? Do you think you're my doctor?" he asked, jabbing an accusing finger towards the ex-Konoha Shinobi. Itachi rubbed his temples and calmed himself with a few self-praising thoughts.

'You're a trooper… No real doctor would deal with this dumb ass.' he thought and sighed. "Listen, I'm the best you've got for a doctor. Unless you want to go to Zetsu… And he'll eat the baby, stupid." to this, Hidan calmed down. "So, how are you feeling?"

"… Better than I was." the Jashinist replied, shrugging his shoulders. Itachi nodded and watched the albino carefully.

"Well, you're five months along, so you're doing pretty well for a male pregnancy." the Uchiha responded. 'Not that anybody in the world has treated this kind of thing. Take that Dr. Elliot P. Joslin'

"I guess so. I've gotta question." Hidan stated and sat up straight. Itachi blinked and nodded slightly to show this albino to ask away. "… After I have this kid… What happens to my future in Akatsuki?" he asked, his tone evasive. Itachi watched the expression of confusion on the albino's face and sighed.

"Well… I have heard we are moving, actually. Since both yourself and Konan-chan are having children, we will need a bigger house." the raven explained. "You yourself will most likely have to take care of the child until she can function partially on her own." Itachi finished, pulling his hair back into the usual pony tail. Hidan watched carefully and nodded, a small smile gracing his features as he realised he would not be kicked out or replaced.

"Sounds good to me." Hidan grinned. Itachi chuckled slightly at this.

"I should say so."

"Is she immortal as well? Do you think?" he asked suddenly, looking down at the bump.

"… I don't know that much, sorry, Hidan." Itachi said softly. "However, if Jashin was the one who made the possible, he must have some crazy plan." he shrugged. Hidan smiled at this, his eyes lighting up in child like amazement.

"You believe in Jashin, Itachi?" he asked, almost thrilled. A small smirk made its way onto the young Uchiha's lips as he shook his head.

"No way."

"Oh fuck you."

Kakuzu sighed and walked into the living room, a smile spread across his face, which struck the leader as odd when he saw him.

"What is with that smile?" he asked, his head tilting to the side. "And if it's anything sexual, don't mention it, all right?" the red head added in, remembering when he had asked Kisame the identical questions months back. Kakuzu chuckled and sat next to the head of the Akatsuki on the green sectional couch. "Kami no. However, this morning I woke up, and Hidan… He looks… Different." the smile yet to be wiped away from his features. No matter what the conversation would lead into, Yahiko grew curious to what could have happened to the albino over the course of what seemed like a night. "Huh… Different? How so? He finally give up on the pretty boy look?" he asked casually. Kakuzu chuckled lowly and shook his head.

"Just the opposite, actually. He looks amazing. After eight months, he's gone from looking like a sick crack addict, to something short of an angelic figure." the stitched man explained, watching his leader's face contort into a mix of surprise and confusion.

"Really now? Ah… Konan told me of this. It happens to pregnant women- people." he corrected, thinking over again how strange it was to have a male pregnant, more so, one in his organization. 'It's surprising that Madara hasn't said anything to me about it… You'd think he'd be mad…' Yahiko thought.

"Ah… Well, I'm surprisingly happy about it. No more emotional rollercoaster… Hopefully, it'll be mostly smooth sailing from here on out." Kakuzu sighed in relief. Yahiko nodded, but was far off into thinking about what would happen when Madara finally paid him a visit.

"I'm sure it'll all turn out." Yahiko replied simply. "If you want, talk to Konan… She'll know far more about this pregnancy stuff." he shrugged, staring out of the big glass window. Kakuzu furrowed his eyebrows, sensing something was wrong with the man beside him. "… All right… I'll do that. Uh, see you later, leader." he said calmly, standing up. Yahiko nodded and continued to stare ahead as his friend left. Once alone again, he let his stare drop to the floor.

"Good luck explaining this one, Yahiko." he whispered to himself bitterly.

"Angelic you say?" Konan asked, looking up from her magazine. Kakuzu nodded and sat on the bed beside his husband's equally pregnant friend.

"Yeah. So, is the emotional rollercoaster over now or what?" the stitched man asked. To this, Konan giggled light-heartedly. "Awe, so eager to have the old Hidan back? If you ask me, not much of a change."

"Good point, but old Hidan didn't look like a drug addict." Kakuzu said pointedly. The blue haired kunochi smiled and nodded.

"Ah, touché, Kakuzu. Touché." Konan announced and closed the pages of her gossip semi-weekly. Kakuzu watched the Angel of Akatsuki sit up straight, crossing her legs as how a five-year old would always do. "Anyway… Yes, I'm pretty sure the rollercoaster is over for now… Well, until after the child is born. Then he'll just be mad about getting up all the time." the girl shrugged and punched Kakuzu's shoulder. The stitched man, to this, frowned slightly.

"Dear Kami… Seriously?"

"As Hidan would say, Seriously." Konan slurred, pretending she was indeed the Jashinist she spoke of. Kakuzu snickered at the sad attempt and ruffled Konan's hair. "Well, thanks for the talk, Konan. At least I can bask in the glory for awhile yet." the tanned man rolled his eyes and stood up. "How are you getting along?" he asked. Konan shrugged and placed both hands on her tummy.

"Your welcome, Kakuzu. As for the pregnancy thing, I think I'm doing pretty darn well. You should go bask in some of that glory now… It won't last for too long." she mocked and picked the magazine back up, flipping through it again. Kakuzu rubbed the back of his head and walked out of the woman's room. Out in the hallway, he encountered Yuurei, the strange girl who had, months earlier, came to meet the Jashinist. Eight months later, she still remained to stay in the Akatsuki, which shocked the miser to be surprised. He was even more shocked when he had found out she was to replace his husband in terms of his partnership. If Hidan had pissed him off before, there were no words to how Yuurei behaved towards the eldest of the Akatsuki.

"Kakuzu." the only other girl of Akatsuki said, bitterness evident in her voice, as it always was. The man in question looked down at the blonde and frowned.

"Hello Yuurei. What is it you want?" he asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"… Hidan wants you." she huffed, not seeming content about what she had said. "… Thank you." Kakuzu replied and walked past her, ignoring the death glare she was giving him. 'I don't know what her issue is…' he thought as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of the Akatsuki robe. 'I wonder why he wants me…' the stitched man inwardly asked himself. As he thought of the possibilities, he quickly found himself at the Jashinist's door. Grunting, he knocked twice, ready for the issue his husband might have, good or bad. When the door opened, Kakuzu looked down to see none other than Hidan himself.

"Hey, hey. I wanna ask ya something." the shorter of the two drawls out, voice bored, but eyes excited. Kakuzu read Hidan's eyes well, knowing by now it was the only way to tell the Jashinist's real feelings about anything trivial. As Kakuzu followed the Jashinist into the room, he noticed not a spot of blood dropped onto the floor, which had been transferred of carpet to wood, ever since the stitched man found out about his partner's little routine. In fact, Kakuzu also took in that the younger male's scythe was leaned up against one of the corners of the room. Observing closer, he saw a thin layer of dust had resided along the shaft of it. "So, what is it you want to ask me?" the older of the two asked, his eyes never leaving the seemingly abandoned weapon. Hidan blinked and looked towards where his partner's eyes were currently fixed. His magenta eyes settled on the scythe, regarding every thing Kakuzu had.

"Since the baby isn't immortal, I never use the thing." he muttered, as if he answered a question. Which, he had. Kakuzu scoffed at this. He knew every thing about Hidan, but Hidan knew every thing about him as well. Kakuzu hated it.

"Ah… You don't even shine it anymore? You do it all the time." the stitched man said pointedly. Hidan tensed up and pulled slightly on the miser's sleeve. Kakuzu frowned at the child like action, but looked down, none the less.

"That has to do with what I wanna ask, man." Hidan said, slightly distracted. Kakuzu became confused. What could Hidan possibly ask that had to do with a stupid scythe?

"Uh.. Alright. Go for it." Kakuzu nodded as Hidan let go of his sleeve.

"Well, I guess I won't beat around the fucking bush around here or anything… Umm, do you really mind if the kid is a Jashinist?" he asked, his tone serious. Kakuzu blinked and stared at the albino. Hadn't Hidan and himself already sort this out? Why ask again? Thoughts like these prodded Kakuzu mind. Was there something serious about this child being a stupid Jashinist?

"… We've already agreed on this, Hidan. Why are you asking of this again?" Kakuzu asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. Hidan caught the hint of anger and narrowed his eyes as well, as a mean of defense.

"W-well, yeah! But I want to be fucking sure… That… Err, you're okay with it." Hidan retorted, uncertain with the words he picked. 'I can't let him find out about that stupid deal with Jashin. Not yet. He'll flip shit if he knows his child is already to be wedded off… Before she's even fucking born.' Hidan thought, frowning. 'Not that I wouldn't be like that. Of course I'd be fucking mad… If it wasn't Jashin asking… This is fucking rough.'

"… Huh…" Kakuzu snorted. "Alright then. Yes, it's okay." he announced, not at all convinced about what Hidan had said as a rebuttal.

"R-really? Sweet. Thanks, Kuzu." the Jashinist purred and hugged him tight around his torso. Kakuzu couldn't help but smile, even thought everything felt like a simple lie. One he would have to believe, for now.

"Your welcome, Hidan." the taller of the two chuckled, hugging his partner back. 'You better tell me sometime, you idiot.' he thought, looking at the smile spread across his partner's face. However, he regarded that he was wearing the same exact one as well.

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