Author's Note:

Sorry for the late update. As you can see, An Unexpected Reunion is headed towards a darker mood, but no worries! I have a few oneshots coming up for 'How to Be Inappropiate', which are obviously more silly and fun!

Hope you like it!

"Mama, Daddy, can you take me to the Art Museum?" Himaru asked one day at the dining table.

Kiyomi's eyes lit up, "Why yes! Himaru, I am quite pleased that you're bringing this up! You haven't been there since you were three!"

Hidan yawned dramatically, "Phooey. Who wants to go an Art room? Boring as heck!"

"Hey!" Himaru scolded, "It's for my homework! And art is pretty!"

Hidan huffed. Why was his son in Deidara-persona today? Jeez!

Kiyomi looked down at her watch around her twiggy wrist, "Hmm, it's a nice Sunday morning, why don't we set off around two o'clock in the afternoon?"

"Okay, okay!" Himaru nodded attentively, hopping off the stool and running to his room.

"Jeez." Hidan rolled his eyes, chewing hard on his tuna sandwich. He felt Kiyomi's bare leg brushing his ankle. He glared at her, who was smiling sheepishly at him. Hidan cocked an eyebrow, "What?!" Naughtily, she moved her leg higher, to his calves. Whoa, Sweetcheeks was attempting to play footsie with him, huh?

"Hidan-danna," She pleaded in a flirty tone, "Please come with us, it'll be fun."

He snorted, "I'll think about it."

"Please," She tried again, this time, courageously, she placed her foot on his thigh.

Inhaling sharply, Hidan cursed himself mentally. Damn this woman, with a simple gesture and now he's got a boner!

"Hmm?" Kiyomi blinked innocently.

Growling beneath his breath, Hidan reached underneath the table and placed his hand on her ankle, rubbing it in a sensuous matter, "Well, since you've asked so nicely…fine."

She let out a satisfied smile and quickly pulled back her leg, "Great."

"And you're just gonna leave me here?!" Hidan groaned, enduring the burning lust between his thighs. Instead, he gnawed on the remaining sandwiches.

Kiyomi wore a simple, white summer dress with her hair down and Himaru wore a plaid shirt tucked neatly into his shorts as they stood at the door, "Ready to go?"

"Yeah, whatever." Hidan stood up from the sofa. He was bare-chested and was just wearing a pair of pants. A pair of…well, rather tight pants.

"Hidan, go put on a shirt!" Kiyomi frowned.

"No!" He replied stubbornly, "It's so hot outside, I don't want to!"

"You are such a baby!" Himaru put his hands on his hips, "Go put on a shirt, Daddy!"

"I'm not a baby!" The Jashinist retorted, "And fine! I will." He attempted to stomp away from them, but noticed he didn't have any clothes. Well, appropriate attire for whatever –the-fuck the Art Gallery's dress code was. He stared at Kiyomi dumbly, mumbling gibberish.

Kiyomi sighed, striding to her bedroom, she pulled off a white shirt from the hanger, "Here, put this on." She tossed the top to Hidan, who caught it before landing on his chest.

"Hey, why the fuck do you have a man's shirt in this house? I'm the only one that's fuc—um, banging you, so whose shirt is this?" Hidan demanded furiously, "Are you cheating on me? Are---are you 'cock-holding'?!"

"Hidan-danna," Kiyomi rolled her brown eyes, "Firstly, it's correctly pronounced as 'cuckolding' and secondly, no, this is a brand new shirt I bought for you, just in case for occasions like this."

Hidan threw out his arms out in disbelief, "'Cuck' and 'Cock' sound exactly the same. Like 'Tomay-toe' and 'Tomah-toe.'"

"Now will you please put it on now?" She pleaded with a hint of impatience.

"Yeah, okay." He nodded, hastily putting on the cotton shirt. His fingers fidgeted with the buttons, not exactly knowing how to put them on.

Kiyomi burst out into a giggle and quickly shut her mouth close, reaching over to button up his shirt. Pressing her palms down on his now-covered chest, she smiled, "See? You can look good with clothes on, too. You look more…classy."

Surprisingly, Hidan blushed, letting out a shy but toothy grin, "I…I knew that already!"

Strolling through the entrance to the gallery, it had been much better than what Hidan had anticipated. Dozens of paintings with naked chicks were hanging in golden frames on the wall!

"Holy shit!" Hidan practically jumped up the air in delight, "They show tits here?!"

"Hidan!" Kiyomi hissed, "Keep your voice down. And yes, this is art. Not pornography."

"Ohhh…" Hidan rubbed his chin, throwing an arm around her shoulder, "And you know what porn is, huh?"

She blushed madly, "I know the word. And in an art gallery, you have to be quiet. Try to experience the beauty within. So don't make a scene."

Hidan shrugged, "Uhh, yes ma'am." His violet eyes were glancing around at portraits of the nude women with saggy breasts posing next to landscapes. Wow, he didn't know these places existed, is it even legal for the models to pose naked in public for the artist to paint them? If he could paint naked women, he would do that for a living! Hmm, he should ask Deidara a few questions next time. Maybe he makes sculptures of naked, hot women with that explosive clay of his too.

"Yo, Himaru," He whispered, tapping his son on the head. His son was busy scribbling notes down on his notepad.

"What, daddy?" The boy asked without looking up.

"Look," He pointed at the closest painting with gold framing. It had a woman with red hair standing next to a willow tree, naked, once again, with her hand over her waist, a sorrow expression on her face.

"Oh that's pretty," Himaru nodded, "What's your point?"

"Boobies!" Hidan exclaimed, excitedly.

The small albino shot him a death glare, throwing his hands out in despair, gritting his teeth as he said, "Daddy, you are so tasteless! This is art, not some cheap whore you screwed!"

Hidan's jaw dropped open in shame. "I-I-I…I was just trying to admire the paintings, that's all!" He insisted, his hands pulling on the hem of his new shirt.

He for once, was embarrassed. Being called out like that by his son was just excruciating!

"Himaru, I think your Daddy learnt a lesson." Kiyomi couldn't help crack a smile. Standing next to Hidan, she snaked an arm with his, holding his hand, "Why don't we just be silent for once and finish this exhibition?"

Hidan nodded eagerly, gripping tightly onto Kiyomi's hand.

"Did you know that these four paintings are meant to represent the four seasons?" She pointed at four portraits hung up in a row.

Hidan squinted his eyes and tried his best to squeeze out a bit of his artistic side. How does a pink blur, yellow circles, an orange blur and white dots represent the seasons? He did not get it at all. He snapped, "Of course I do! I mean, that's like simple art or whatever that shit is called. It looks like a five year old painted that."

Kiyomi smirked, "You're half right. It's abstract and simplistic. Good for you."

"Hmph, of course." Hidan tilted his chin up cockily.

See? Art was easy. He can be Deidara too. But who wanted to be a clay-playing pagan? A blond one too.

"Holy shit, that exhibition blew my mind," Hidan exclaimed, throwing his arm around Kiyomi's waist as they exited the Art museum.

She laughed heartily, "It sure did."

"And I'd like you to blow my cock." He whispered crudely to her.

"Ew, Hidan!" Kiyomi's face flushed pink, "I thought all that art would mold you into a classier person! With your nice shirt on and all…"

"Well, all those breasts and naked chicks made me all horny." He blew hot air into her ear.

His lover just giggled and pushed him away, "Not today."

"Damn tease." Hidan rolled his eyes. Ugh, he had already came to this freaking art show; she played footsie with him in the morning and left him alone with a boner and now she won't even give him a freaking blowjob?! He'll get back to her someday…

Later on in the night Himaru skipped over to his mother,"Mama, I finished my paragraph!"

Kiyomi sat next to Hidan on the couch; Hidan was snoring, his bare chest exposed again, since four of the shirt's buttons were undone.

"Shh…" Kiyomi held up an index finger to her lips, "Let Mama read it."

The boy handed her mother the piece of paper with his neat handwriting on it:

Today, my mother and father took me to the Art Gallery. We looked at many pretty artworks there: paintings, sculptures and more! The quiet museum was delightful and I really enjoyed the artistic experience. Also, my Daddy, who isn't exactly familiar with art had learnt a few lessons today with me as well. I taught him to read between the lines, to look past the surface and try to understand the emotions the artists are trying to convey. He was first a little noisy, but then began to keep his voice low and admire the paintings with my Mama. It was a wonderful day! Not just the art made me happy, but also being able to spend a fun afternoon with my parents!

"I'm happy too, Himaru." Kiyomi smiled, extremely pleased. Her son had practically written her exact same thoughts down.

Himaru grinned proudly and climbed onto his father's lap. Causing Hidan to stir in his sleep with a frown.

Then all of a sudden, Himaru slapped both his little palms onto Hidan's chest.

The Jashinist jumped up, "Hey, what the fuck was that for?!"

The answer he got from his son was, "BOOBIES!" with his tongue stuck out.

"You don't know how wrong that was!" Hidan hollered, "I'm gonna beat your little ass one day, y'hear me?!"

"Whatever, boobie-man!" Himaru cackled.

Oh well, he'll show his paragraph to Daddy some other day. If Daddy could read that well.

A/N: Oh well, maybe I'm losing my funny touch. But this was fun to write and hopefully was an easy read for y'all :)

The next chapter will be about Himaru meeting the Akatsuki! Yay!

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