12. Initiation
Sasori led Hidan to the outskirts of the village where the remaining Rain Village shinobi camped. Hidan sighed at the pitiful mess of heathens; such a pity for all to live. Sasori stepped away after telling Hidan to only kill one, one that wasn't near the others. A lone wolf. Hidan snorted at being ordered around like a kid that didn't know any better. He inhaled long and deep before a crazed grin spread across his flawless face. He uttered a quick prayer (Sasori didn't understand the odd language) before rushing after the nearest lonely soul.
'Hidan really isn't all that bad…' Sasori trailed, watching as Hidan surprised the young nin patrolling the border. He watched in shock as he withdrew a spear and jabbed his hand, drawing a replica of his pendent on the ground with his blood. The other nin shot him a look questioning his sanity, as did Sasori. The hesitation prevented a perfect opening and Hidan struck, throwing his scythe which he had attached to a cable the puppet master hadn't noticed before. The nin had dodged a fatal blow, although Sasori suspected that Hidan wasn't trying to send him one. The scythe managed to slice his skin, however.
He watched the pink tongue flick out once the weapon was jolted back to Hidan's waiting hand and lap at the red liquid. Sasori's eyes widened when he turned black, white skeletal markings etching across his body. Hidan shuddered, raising the hand that held the pike directly over his heart. Sasori moved, about to stop the insane, suicidal moron. Although he wouldn't have made it if he teleported; blood gushed from the man's chest. Sasori, as he ran to try and help, noticed the man cough up blood, clutching his own heart.
Hidan began to spasm in pure ecstasy, eyes rolling to the sky. He sighed before laying in the circle as his body rejuvenated, finishing another prayer to his beloved Jashin. Sasori stopped, panicking; he recalled his uke mentioning that Kakuzu would be pissed if Hidan were to die. He was sure that suicide still counted as dieing. He hovered over Hidan, eyeing him worriedly. Hidan's eyes were closed, mouth parting to utter his prayer. Sasori shook with relief; he wasn't dead…
"Oi, what the fuck are you staring at?" Hidan spat, pulling the pike from his chest after his prayer, sitting back up. "Oww, fuck the pain."
"Maybe you shouldn't fucking stab yourself next time." Sasori glared.
"Meh! Self-inflicted pain is part of the ritual, puppet boy. It's also my jutsu, I'm immortal, so get used to it. Now, you said we had to dispose of the corpse?" He stood, walking over to kneel and poke at the body.
"He's dead?" Sasori thought for a minute before it clicked together, "Oh, so when you stab yourself after all that preparation," Sasori blushed when perverted thoughts crossed his mind (he thanked Hiruko), "the person who's blood you take… dies?" He watched as Hidan's skin returned to normal.
"Yeah, now, how the fuck do we dispose of this? I'm not carrying it all the way to base."
"Both of us will carry the body, chibi no baka."
"'The fuck'd you just call me!?" Hidan fumed as they both hefted the body.
"Chibi no bak- ow!"
Once Hidan and Sasori tossed the body into Zetsu's chambers, the redhead led him to his room. Hidan followed quietly, beginning to blush. He hoped his partner wasn't in the room. His rituals always turned him on. He needed release, he wanted the man to hurry to his room. After a minute, what felt like an hour for Hidan, they arrived at his and Kakuzu's room. He rushed into the room, slamming the door in the other's face. He leaped out of his clothes and under his covers.
'Shit~!' He whined to himself, reaching down under the covers to grasp his hardened member.
Kakuzu was aggravated when Deidara burst into his room, announcing the leader wanted to see him. The brat interrupted his work. He grumbled, whacking Deidara on the head in passing. Zetsu was just leaving the room when Kakuzu arrived.
"What do you want now?" He growled, standing before the desk.
"You and Hidan are to head for the Crescent Moon Island. We need more money before we make our big move."
'So soon?' "Crescent Moon Island to get more money? That's an island that wastes money."
"It is a rich island though, quite prosperous. I'm sure you'd have easier luck there than elsewhere."
"Hmm… I suppose you've got a point…"
"Why so unwilling to go? Got a gambling problem?" Pein joked.
"More or less. Let's just say, in the end, I always get the money." He grinned evilly.
"Is that why you snapped there and killed your last partner?" Pein scoffed in disbelief.
"Hai."
"Well, no matter, your new partner is immortal." He grunted, tossing Kakuzu a folder of statistics and charts involving the Island. Such as which places they should hit. There was also some money for necessities. (Food and place to rest.) "You're dismissed. Leave when ready."
"Whatever." Kakuzu rolled his eyes, tucking the files into his cloak.
Since Hidan was his partner, he wouldn't be able to take his cloak off anytime soon. He sighed, heading for his room. He opened the door and noticed said partner had returned, laced with sweat, he had a musky and bloody scent, laying in the bed naked.
"You should consider doing that in the bathroom next time." Kakuzu rumbled, startling Hidan.
He jolted up, tugging the covers over himself, blushing in embarrassment and fury. Kakuzu ignored him, tossing the file on his desk before heading for his own bed, still completely dressed. Hidan growled at him, glaring. Kakuzu ignored him, turning on his side, facing away from the other's piercing magenta eyes.
"What?" He finally snarled, getting annoyed.
"Umm… I need clean clothes." Hidan's face reddened further.
"What's wrong with the one's you had?" Kakuzu groaned, rolling back to face him.
"They're all dirty and unclean. Not to mention they're fucking whorish." He scoffed.
"What do you expect me to do about it? Why tell me?" He sighed, rolling back over.
"You're my fucking partner, fucking do something!" he whined.
"Fuck, go ask Deidara." He moaned, covering his head with a pillow.
"But-! I don't know where and I don't have any clean clothes to wear." he moaned, flailing in his bed.
"Konan delivered your cloak earlier." Kakuzu's voice was muffled under the pillow as he pointed to the desk where a black cloak was neatly folded on top.
Hidan wormed his way out of bed and over to the robe. He pulled it on, buttoning all but the top few buttons, liking the feel of the cool cavern breeze on his chest chiseled with old scars from his rituals and sexing. He soon found him caressing a particular scar that Deidara had given him their last time, right before leaving the whorehouse. It sucked though, because Hidan, unfortunately, couldn't read the kanji. It was near impossible to see and the symbols messy. He exhaled, he'd have to get someone to read it, although it was right below his navel. Deidara refused and anyone else that had fucked him after the blonde gave it to him was far more illiterate than Hidan. He knew a few kanji, such as boy, girl, love, I (feminine), and other such single words, as well as his own. He exhaled slowly, buttoning up another button that covered the scar.
He was about to leave when he remembered he had no idea where the blonde was. He turned to ask his new partner when he heard a rumbling snore though, he had realized the man had fallen asleep. He groaned and reluctantly left the room; he'd have to try and reawaken his old ninja training, try to pinpoint chakras. He received a shock when one signature drowned out the rest, he followed that one down a few hallways until he reached a hallway with two rooms in it. His hallway had only his and Kakuzu's room. He decided to try the first door, knocking lightly. In this hallway he only sensed maybe three chakra signals.
"Who is it?" Kisame's voice rumbled behind the door.
"Hidan, fish-fuck." he replied with a sneer.
"No need to confirm with your sailor talk. Kisame sighed, opening the door.
"What do you want, 'Uncle'?" Kisame sneered.
"Shut it, fish-fuck. So, sister told ya or did you just fucking remember me out of the… blue." Hidan bit back laughter, eying the blue skin.
"Oh, hardy-harr-harr." He grimaced, "A variety of both. There's also the fact you look like Mum." Kisame explained with a shrug, stepping out of the room, closing the door.
"I'd prefer you didn't acknowledge her as your family. We're not fucking blood-related--Thank Jashin for that-- Fuck, y'know where Deidara-chan is?" Hidan looked to the other door.
"Uh, yeah, he's in there with Zetsu." Kisame frowned, eyebrows knitting in confusion.
Hidan's expression copied him. He recalled the insane green guy Kakuzu had warned him about. The cannibal that tried to eat him and apparently wanted to eat Deidara. Hidan tried not to think this with his overly-perverted mind. He headed straight for the door, knocking sharply.
"Oi, blonde-fuck, I have a fucking favor to ask ya." he shouted, continuing his knocking until the door swung open, Zetsu bumped past him briskly, heading down the hall around the opposite corner Hidan had come from.
"Hidan-chan, what's your favor, hmm?" A smile danced across his lips, but Hidan saw worry in his old teacher's visible blue eye.
"I need clothes…" Hidan trailed blushing as he recalled Kisame's presence.
"Eh, what'dya do with them, already covered with the reek of sex, man-whore?" Kisame joked, patting an increasingly pissed off Hidan on the head.
"Fuck off, Shark Boy, go find Lava Girl." he snarled, snapping his teeth at the hand that had yanked back swiftly.
"Nah, I'll wait for you guys." Kisame smirked, leaning against a wall in the hallway.
The other two rolled their eyes and the blonde pulled his light grey-haired friend in the room. He led him over to his closet and showed him his selection. Hidan snickered when he spotted a few certain pieces.
"Shut up, un. Those are great presents to Danna." Deidara pouted.
"You still call Kakuzu that?" Hidan laughed, running a finger over the soft, lacey lingerie.
"Huh…? Oh, nope, it's a nickname reserved for my lover only." Deidara giggled, startling the other.
"I swear, if I hadn't been fucked by you, I would say you're the fucking bitch." He scoffed, pulling some regular slacks of a hanger. It seemed all the Akatsuki members wore garb similar to this and black shirts that suited them well. He, honestly, saw no need for a shirt, he was proud of his chiseled and slightly pale chest littered with barely visible scars for his worst injuries, a majority self-inflicted.
"Was that a compliment, hmm?" Deidara chuckled, wrapping his arms around the man, playfully innocent.
"Tch, don't flatter yourself. I take it I'll be forced to go commando?" Hidan frowned.
"I'll lend you one or two of them, hmm. However your waist is slightly larger than mine. Hmm…" Deidara blew in the ear.
"Fuck you!" Hidan pouted at the offensive comment.
"Nah, I gots Sasori-danna." Deidara purred, reaching into his drawers hidden in the closet, pulling out a few expendable pairs of his underwear.
Hidan groaned. 'Damn Deidara and his fetishes.' He watched as the blonde lay the women-like undies on the bed that had been pushed apart from Sasori's. Yeah, he'd be going commando for sure. Not like anyone was interested in him that he cared about. Even his Deidara had moved on, or at least gave up on playing with Hidan's trailing emotions. He wondered if he should confess his feelings.
"D-Deidara?" he began, feeling the blood rush already.
"Hmm?" he replied, now pulling out regular male underwear.
"Can I have the non-lacey ones?" He chickened out, "Although I wouldn't mind having one in reserve just in case?"
"Sure, here. Now, tell me what was really on your mind, hmm? You haven't said a single curse in awhile now. I've been with you long enough to know that means you're contemplating your feeling of love. Which, by the way, is making my mouth drool, if you wouldn't mind speeding the convo up, hm?" He handed him the wad of underwear and three pairs of pants.
"It's nothing really… I was just wondering… is Sasori still a virgin?"
Deidara froze, whipping to glare at the other. 'Fucking possessive much?' Hidan cringed, cradling the hand-me-downs. Seeing Hidan's reaction, Deidara's expression softened and he sighed.
"Yah, happened the night we brought you here." he answered, blushing now.
"Ah. Um, that's actually not what I meant to ask though." Hidan looked down.
"Does it have to do with Kakuzu?" Deidara loved the reaction Hidan showed.+
"Why does he dress the way he does?"
"Ah…. Hmm, next question?" Deidara smiled an apology.
"Oh, come on, you can't answer that slight question?" he steamed.
"I could, but then he'd kill me. Hmm. I think it's best you let him reveal himself to you." the blonde answered, scuffing the other's hair.
"Kisame, get in here."
"Why?" Hidan and the addressee asked the bomber.
"Take these clothes to Hidan's room, toss them wherever. Then meet back in the living room for Hidan's orgy." He grinned, snatching up the bundle in Hidan's arms, tossing it to the shark-man.
"Orgy!?" Hidan blushed as Deidara led him out, hand hovering behind the small of his back.
"Yeah, a welcoming party and hoping to you for lasting, hmm." he explained.
They continued down a few hallways. They passed the kitchen and into the living room. Hidan first noticed Itachi and Sasori huddled in the corner of the room, deep in conversation. Then he saw Zetsu over in a separate corner, playing chess with no one. He noticed Deidara scowl in Itachi and Sasori's direction.
"Oi, Itachi, what the fuck are you doing; didn't think you'd rear your ugly mug at a social event such as this. Hm." He approached the two, Hidan in tow.
"Behave, Brat." Sasori grumbled; he was in Hiruko, again.
"But Danna~!"
"Shut up, can't you see I'm having a conversation?"
"No, what I see is you alone with my enemy, completely disrespecting me, yeah." Deidara fumed.
"Seriously, Deidara, chill out. Yeah, Sasori and Itachi have been together in this organization longer than you. Why talk with a novice?" Zetsu rambled, appearing directly behind Hidan, scaring the shit out of him.
"I'm not a novice! HM!" Deidara snapped.
"That's right, Deidara already had his welcoming party, this time it's Hidan's turn." Kisame reappeared in the room, grinning smugly. Hidan didn't appreciate that it was aimed at him.
"If he even lasts." Zetsu smirked down at the albino, licking his lips.
"Zetsu, don't start." Deidara glowered a warning.
"What the fuck's that mean?" Hidan snapped.
"Nothing to concern yourself with, Hidan-chan." Deidara wrapped his arm around the other's waist, pulling him over to the couch. "Alright, let's start with the usual 'getting-to-know-you's."
The others gravitated over, on by one. Sasori claimed the other seat by Hidan on the black leather couch. Itachi claimed the loveseat that made the right side of the U of three furnishings. Kisame joined him; keeping his distance despite everyone knowing them to be "out of the closet". Zetsu took the loveseat across from them.
"Okay, who does Hidan want to question first? In return they will ask a question of you, hmm." the blonde explained to the zealot.
"Sasori," Hidan addressed, facing the puppet to his right, "What's your prick made of?" Laughter boomed throughout the base, mainly from Kisame, however Zetsu and Itachi joined in a bit more contained laughter. Deidara looked faint.
"T-that's none of your business." Sasori whined. It was funny to hear such a thing from inside Hiruko.
"Fine, Deidara, what's his dick made of?" Hidan smirked.
"Same thing yours is made of, damnedable brat." Sasori glowered, Hiruko's tail twitching.
"Thought you were a puppet…"
"Only half, mainly just my main torso." Sasori was beet-red within his defense, "Would you get an erection if I were to do this?" Sasori sneered, pressing the blade to Hidan's throat.
"Uh… m-maybe if you twitched it." Hidan was shivering. Everyone looked at him like he was nuts until Deidara explained he was a masochist.
"Next, you, Kisame." he snapped, carefully pulling Hidan from his lover's poisoned blade and into his lap.
"Are you blue from head-to-toe?" Hidan snickered when the one in question - and his partner - flushed.
"H-hai…" Kisame looked away from the others' widened eyes. "Have you ever missed your family?" he recovered.
"…" Hidan paused for a minute and tensed when he saw the hidden message, "Fuck no, they're immortal and I've already wasted too much of my never-ending life with the bitches." he replied coldly. Kisame gave a curt nod. The atmosphere was heavy until the blonde called Itachi's name.
"Is it hard to give your partner head?" Hidan recovered and Deidara slapped his palm to his face in annoyance, 'Here we go.'
"I have no idea, hn." Itachi replied calmly (surprising Deidara), "Have you ever been responsible for a family member's death?"
"My family's immortal, but yeah, I have." The blonde felt the man's muscles tensing up, his fingers digging into the other's pants.
"Alright, Zetsu, before I let it go though, I vote no more family questions."
"OK, Fine."
"Zetsu…what were you meaning earlier? About my lasting?" Hidan asked this time Deidara tensed.
"Well, Kakuzu angers easily, so he kills every partner matched with him. I bet you'd not last 3 days. And I bet a week." Zetsu grinned, "Now, answer why you're naked."
"Because damned clothes are uncomfortable, got a fucking problem, psycho-plant-pansy?" Hidan grinned smugly, "And since there's two of you, mind fucking explaining what the fuck you where doing in Deidara's room?"
"Hmm, Mission info exchange, and simple small-talk." Zetsu answered, seeing Deidara sigh in relief, "Now we get another question. Did Kakuzu fuck your brains out yet?"
"!" Hidan felt the blood drain from his red face, below his waistline. Everyone else bit back a laugh in case Kakuzu was to appear out of nowhere and slaughter them all.
"No." Deidara answered for Hidan whom was appearing to struggle finding a comfortable and slightly more dignified position.
"Hmm, if you say so." they replied drolly.
"Okay, shit, um, Deidara, mind telling me where you went after leaving me?" Hidan asked, getting his slight erection under control at last.
"Alright, not now though, after the party, but I'll ask you my question," he paused to consider his words, "Are you happy to be back with me and the other 2, hmm?"
The others shot confused glances at one another.
"Fuck off, why would I miss you heathens? You left me to rot in that heathen hole." He snapped, startling Deidara. "I suppose I did sorta miss you and Sasori though." he mumbled, then smirked.
"Haha, you suck. Well, regardless, welcome to the Akatsuki." Deidara laughed, wrapping his arms around the other's neck.
They partied until the sun rose. A majority- Dei, Kisa, Hida, & Zet- were drunk off their asses. Sasori was playing chess with the Uchiha, Deidara sighing contently in his lap with an occasional, light hiccup. Kisame was watching the game, not really paying attention; zonked out. An unconscious Hidan had been carried/dragged to his room by a slightly stumbling Zetsu. Zetsu's rational side- the human one- had been temporarily poisoned by the alcohol, dormant; leaving his demon half intoxicated and in control. He wasn't meaning to tumble in bed under the covers with Hidan, but he didn't correct himself, soon falling into a deep slumber, crushing the still-naked boy beneath him.