Title: rabbit-proof fence
Summary: without her memories, she was nothing but a pretty toy for them to play with; and she didn't know enough to mind. /AkaSaku/

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Notes1: You'll be the smoke in my mouth; I'll suck you in, I'll push you out.

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"Oh Jashin, that's good."

She pulls her mouth off him with a wet 'pop', expressive emerald eyes staring up at him; hands frozen until violet eyes meet hers in annoyance. She tilts her head to the side, long pink hair falling off her shoulder like a curtain. "What does Jashin-sama have to do with it?"

Hidan stares at her, jaw slack – previously from pleasure, now from incredulity – and he wants to stab something, preferably her. It's not often he gets the bitch – that damn Uchiha makes sure of that – so when he does have her willing in his bed, he likes to exploit it to its fullest.

And that's fucking impossible with her asking questions every five seconds.

He scowls down at her. "What?"

She watches him for a moment, looks in front of her at his twitching member, then back up at him. She frowns. "You said 'oh Jashin'," The genuine confusion in her eyes makes him want to gouge them out with a kunai. "Why are you saying his name when he has nothing to do with…" she squeezes him for affect and he hisses through his teeth. "…this?"

Yep, he definitely wants to stab her.

"It's not – what? No; it's an expression."

She pouts, removing her hands from him entirely to fold her arms over her chest. "Well I don't like it." She turns her head to the side and glares at the wall.

Hidan stares down at her, dumbfounded. Holy Jashin, maybe it was a good thing he didn't get her a lot – he wanted to slit her fucking throat. "I don't care if you don't like it, I didn't say it for you!" One large hand brushes past her cheek to the back of her neck, where it tangles in her hair. "Get back to suckin', bitch."

She jerks her head away from him with a glare and stands – oddly intimidating for a naked girl with pink hair. "You're a jerk, Hidan!"

He watches her stomp out of his room in disbelief. Seriously?

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Notes2: This one was more humorous than serious. Leave prompts and pairing requests please!