Hidan stepped out of the shower, towel around him and looked around. "Kakuzu," he called, receiving an immediate response in footsteps. A tall, dark-skinned man with stitches walked up to him. "Hey, Kakuzu, what's the deal with your brother?"

Kakuzu leaned against the wall. "He's entirely messed up in the head."

The stitches in Hidan's arms, shoulders and hands no longer caused him to bleed. His skin was plain white with black thread that had crept itself threw. He still didn't want to discuss the unsure details of what had happened. "It's morning, I'm off to breakfast."

Staring at Hidan's upper body for a minute, examining the stitches, Kakuzu felt uneasy. "Hidan, wear a shirt."

"It's not unusual for me to go around without a shirt," Hidan said, walking through to the dining room.

"Kakuzu," he heard, turning to Kazuki. "That guy is an annoying little pest who doesn't know what he wants and pretends not to like what he likes. He was hard through that and still crying stop, stop, stop. Why of all people is he your partner in crime?"

"Kazuki," Kakuzu said, as if receiving a dark aura about him, and glaring into Kazuki's eyes. He sent a punch to his younger brother's face, which hit him with great force. "You shouldn't speak for people. Nobody would like what you do."

"I like what I do," Kazuki chuckled. "I need the Akatsuki to put me up for a while. I've gone rogue."

Kakuzu sighed, walking towards the dining room. "Wait a while. I'll get Pain to deal with it later."

As Hidan stepped into the dining room, around the table he received odd stares from a few people. Sasori knocked Deidara with his elbow, claiming it as rude to stare, and Itachi told Kisame to focus on his food. Still, the two Zetsu stared at him as he walked to his seat. "Damn it, why is everyone staring at me?!" he yelled.

"...Did you and Kakuzu fight, un?" Deidara said, staring at the body beneath Hidan's neck. Hidan looked down at himself, seeing the threads which were still set into his skin.

"Fuck no," Hidan answered, absentmindedly gripping the salt and pepper and pouring them over his cereal. "What the hell gave you that idea?"

He was surprised when at that statement, Itachi and Sasori, stared at him. Itachi cleared his throat, "how did you get those?"

"Don't know," Hidan said, looking down at his cereal. If they thought Hidan had a fight with Kakuzu, it was alright, except that they never fought.

Kakuzu stepped into the dining room. "Sorry I'm late," he said, stepping forward. Unlike with Hidan, the entire table watched Kakuzu go to his seat beside Hidan. His dark aura, from speaking to Kazuki, still circled around him - they could tell he was angry. "What?"

Deidara leaned over the table. "So if you didn't fight why does Hidan have those stitches and why is Kakuzu angry?"

Sighing, Kakuzu looked down at Hidan. "I told you to wear a shirt."

The stares at them grew more intense with that line. Hidan looked up at Kakuzu. "Didn't think we lived with a bunch of prying bastards."

...But the stares were redirected to the door, when Kakuzu followed behind Kakuzu. The same hair, the same face and eyes. He just wasn't wearing a mask. "Kakuzu, how do you turn the shower on here?"

Kakuzu turned around to Kazuki, and the anger circulating him grew stronger. "Just turn the tap, Kazuki."

Kazuki walked back through the door, and Deidara once again spoke. "Who is the doppelganger, un?"

"My little brother," Kakuzu answered.

"Did he have a fight with Hidan?" Deidara questioned.

"...Not exactly," Kakuzu said in unison with Hidan. He couldn't tell them what had actually happened. But it might be better than if they found out on their own.

Hidan began eating his salt-and-peppered cereal, the table falling into awkward silence as everyone ate their breakfast. He couldn't look at Kakuzu's face without thinking of Kazuki. They were identical. It wouldn't be great to not be able to even look at Kakuzu, they were partners. The way he had no way to fight back was pathetic. He stood up after eating his cereal, beginning to walk towards the rooms, to which Kakuzu gripped his arm. The stares were returned when he stopped Hidan from going back.

"Wait for me," he said. Hidan understood, Kazuki was probably about to come out of the shower if he went to the rooms. He would have to wait for Kakuzu.

The stares from around the table faded slowly as people tried to concentrate on eating, and Kakuzu led Hidan through to the rooms. Walking beside Kakuzu, Hidan found his eyes wandering the corridor. Kakuzu walked into Hidan's room, before declaring, "how would you feel about shared rooms?"