Here it is, chapter 2.
Disclaimers and stuff were in number one.
By the time Kakuzu came for Hidan, it was night and he had collected the bounty, thinking Hidan was still busy, since they hadn't been able to meet at the stipulated time. Hidan always did have a tendency to taka a longer time when it came to free time killings. But when he saw Hidan lying on the floor unconscious, he knew he had made a huge mistake in going ahead without the zealot.
"Hidan?!" he said, crouching down next to the Jashinist. Hidan opened one eye, his left eye since his right was hindered by the stain of dried blood running down from a cut on his head. He seemed to be trembling. Kakuzu leaned over him, and Hidan didn't move. "I…" he started, but then he stopped. "What? What happened?" Kakuzu asked sternly, but Hidan shook his head. "Right now, can we go somewhere so I can clean myself up?" he said, and Kakuzu nodded. He stood up.
He waited, but Hidan didn't move. 'God, he's in a really bad position right now…' Kakuzu said, looking down at the silver haired boy who had already fallen asleep again. He slowly picked him up, gently, and decided to take him to a nearby hotel. Right now, he'd just use some from the bounty, and pay Pein back later. After all, it was Hidan that mattered most right now. The safety of Hidan. He seemed hurt badly, and they needed a place to stay the night. Kakuzu spotted a hotel. Tsukisa Hotel, 5 stars. He decided that whatever the cost, he'd fork it out. And that was saying a lot for Kakuzu.
"One room for 2, please." He told the receptionist, and she nodded, smiling at them both, even though Hidan obviously wasn't awake to see it. "Would you like me to send anything up?" she asked, and Kakuzu turned to her. She shrugged. "I don't usually do this, but you look so cute together. Need anything?" she said knowingly, and Kakuzu chuckled. "The only thing I need is this one awake. Thanks anyway."
He took Hidan up to their room for the night, and lay him down on the bed, leaving to take a quick shower while the other one was asleep. By the time he was done, Hidan was seated on the edge of the bed, awake. He clutched his coat slightly tighter to his body when he saw Kakuzu, then stood up and nodded. "I'll take a shower now." He stated, and Kakuzu held onto his wrist. Hidan tugged away almost immediately, spinning around to meet Kakuzu's eyes.
A silence followed. Kakuzu looked at Hidan up and down. "Are you… are you ok? Did something else happen earlier?" he asked warily, and Hidan looked hesitant, as he shook his head. "No. it was all good. I'm fine. They just got away, I'm a little pissed they got away is all." He said, forcing a smile and entering the bathroom. A second later, Hidan tossed his coat out of the room and Kakuzu frowned.
Why was Hidan so worried about him seeing his body?
Why… why did Hidan have rope burnt wrists?
Hidan looked at himself in the mirror. Cuts… scars and bruises. Scratches, burns and stabs. He closed his eyes and leaned onto the mirror, tears leaking from his eyelids in shame. 'I am a whore. Those men used me, and I couldn't do anything about it.' He thought, as he opened his eyes again, met with the sight of his ugly scars. He glared at them, every single one, and turned away from the mirror, his eyes shielded from his own view to avoid the embarrassment of the shame hidden behind them. He ran the bath, turning the heat up the maximum as he took note of his injuries with disgust, realizing that somehow they had managed to get all the way up to his thighs and even to back of his neck. He had bruises EVERYWHERE. He touched his wrists gingerly, feeling the wires and cords vividly, cutting and some of it even tearing his skin. He sighed. Almost none of his wounds had closed, save for a few small cuts which were clotted with dried blood.
This was going to hurt.
'No… problem!!!' Hidan assured himself in his heart, as he winced and hissed loudly, lowering his right leg into the steaming hot water. In all honesty, he had no damned idea why he had this insane sadistic urge to stick something wooden and splintered into that bleeding graze on his right thigh, or the urge to pour some white effective burning antiseptic onto the clawed scars on his back. He didn't even know why he had this wanting for pain, or why he had intentionally set the water to be so hot, but it felt good. Very, very good.
Eventually his entire body lay limp in the tub, and the water rapidly turned from a murky red to dark red, his wounds burnt open all over again. Soon his skin turned from alabaster to white, and his pink eyes that he was sure Kakuzu would hate now shut serenely. His silver hair hung over his eyes, and all that was visible over the opaque surface of water now was his head from the neck and his knees. He looked up at the ceiling. The entire bathroom was steamed up, what with the water being above 80 degrees Celsius. His eyes slid shut as he tried to forget.
Tried to forget today… tried to forget it ever happened…
He needed to forget… forget how…
How Kakuzu never did… come to his rescue…
A tear slid softly out from under his eyelid.
Kakuzu sat on the bed, waiting. Hidan did like long baths after missions to distress, but wasn't an hour a little much? Didn't the Jashinist have an inch of urgency?? He growled and ran a hand through his hair, knocking on the door hesitantly.
"Hidan?? Hidan, are you done? It's been an hour, you idiot."
No response.
Kakuzu began to get worried. Hidan always answered. No Matter What. He knew it worried the stitch nin, and he wouldn't do that on purpose unless they were having an argument. "Hidan?? Hidan, are you ok??" there was still no response. Kakuzu looked down at the carpet. There was some steam emitting from beneath the door, and part of the carpet was wet. His eyes grew wide and he pushed against the door. It was locked. "Hidan??! Hidan, I'm going to break the door, ok??"
Without waiting for a reply, Kakuzu forced against the door and it slammed open, enveloping Kakuzu in a forest of steam. He cursed and squinted. He didn't have freaking Byakugan, for the love of god. How the hell was he supposed to know where the zealot was in these conditions? "Hidan??" he walked over the slippery floor cautiously. 'In the bathtub? Where is the bathtub, anyway? To the left.' He remembered, looking to his left.
"HOLY SHIT HIDAN OH MY GOD." He shouted before he could stop himself. Hidan was lying unconscious for the second time that day in the bathtub. A bathtub of blood. As Kakuzu trailed his hand in his, he figured it was water that was diluted with blood, none of the redness stuck for very long. Not important. "Hidan?? Hidan wake up!!!" Kakuzu said desperately, and he clean lifted Hidan out of the tub. He couldn't see much because of the steam, so he carefully proceeded to step out of the bathroom.
Cuts, bruises, grazes, belts, scratches, burns, welts.
Kakuzu nearly dropped Hidan in shock. Where had all these come from? Then he heard Hidan moan, and he lay the boy down on the bed, carefully laying him on top of a towel he'd spread out, dabbing at him with a spare. "Hidan…" Kakuzu whispered in the younger man's ear, and Hidan opened his eyes, color returning to his arms. Kakuzu walked to the bathroom to drain the bath with disdain, watching the red liquid rush down the drain… and he heard Hidan calling him. He went back and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Hidan. What happened today. And don't you dare tell me nothing again." Kakuzu said sternly, and Hidan recoiled. "It's… nothing important… I just had a rough fight…" he ended, and Kakuzu turned around. Hidan was crouched into a ball, wrapped in the thinner sheets on top of the comforter. Kakuzu crawled in front of the boy, frowning. Hidan turned away from him.
"Hidan… you're covered in cuts and bruises, and that is NOT what you do for Jashin, I should know, I'm the one who cleans up after your rituals." Kakuzu said, and a sad smile playing to his lips. "And I don't think those came from a 'rough fight', Hidan." He hovered on top of Hidan, and he put his lips to the younger man, who immediately stiffened and froze. Kakuzu licked at his lower lips, but Hidan pushed him away. "NO!!" he shouted, and he backed away to the adjacent corner of the bed.
Kakuzu cupped the boy's face. "Hidan, stop it and just tell me, dammit!!! You're… YOU'RE REALLY SCARING ME!!" he admitted grudgingly, and Hidan finally got out from the sheets, pounding on Kakuzu's chest. "IT'S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!!!" he screamed, and Kakuzu's eyes opened wide. [you should understand that this was in the early stages of Hidan's joining in the Akatsuki, therefore he hasn't learnt that many swear words, and he rarely uses this one because he knows it's supposed to be 'exceptionally' bad] What had he done this time?
Hidan pounded on his chest, again and again and again. Even Kakuzu, who had a high resistance of pain, couldn't take too many of Hidan's punches, the zealot's strength was surprising for his build. Eventually, Kakuzu caught hold of the Jashinist's wrists and held them tightly, causing whimpers from the silver haired man, since he had rope burns on his wrists from earlier. "HIDAN!!!" Kakuzu shouted, and Hidan stiffened. He fell loose in Kakuzu's grip, and the stitch nin let his partner go. Hidan slumped on the bed, his head hanging, the sheets wrapped around his legs. With every shift, he winced, the friction against his wounds hurting, and yet at the same time, giving him a sadistic pleasure. "You promised…" he whispered, and Kakuzu leaned in. Hidan glared at him with pure hatred… no. There was something else there.
Sadness and disappointment.
Hidan glared at him. "You promised I wouldn't get hurt, Kakuzu." He whipped the sheets off. "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE 'NOT HURT' TO YOU, RETARD?!!" he yelled, and Kakuzu glimpsed several pulsing cuts and painful welts, and blood stained bits of the sheets. He himself winced. "Hidan, why won't you just tell me what the hell happened?" he asked, his eyes pleading. "I…" Hidan said, his eyes opening wide. 'Why can't I tell Kuzu?' Hidan thought, and he felt his eyes well up with tears. 'I have to tell him.'
Hidan collapsed against Kakuzu, holding him tightly, and crying hard into his chest. Kakuzu cringed at the impact, but held Hidan to himself as well, gently so he didn't hurt him. He was, after all, very much uncertain about his reactions to physical interaction himself. Hidan cried for ages, and Kakuzu stroked his back. Finally, Hidan lifted his head and said in a small tone, "I'm sorry, Kakuzu."
Kakuzu frowned. His heart stopped for a minute. "For what?"
Hidan was unwilling to meet Kakuzu's eyes as he whispered, "Th… this afternoon… I was raped."
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