A/N: Hello! I'm really glad you people like this story :D I've never expected to even write a good story in my entire life :L. You guys are the best!

And by the way..-looks left and right with narrowed eyes- I'll tell you a little ''spoiler'' (not a very spoil-ish one but still) Kakuzu is going to take a long time to start liking Hidan. That means, Hidan will do many failed attempts to finally get Kakuzu XD. But with Yuki and Toru and the other bad guys getting in the way, it'll be harder. And Kakuzu would be starting to develop feelings for Toru on the way (which means Hidan-jealousy ;D) Oh, and I assure you, I won't be rushing this story, even if it seems like that. I'm not the type to let that happen!...Right?

Anyway, I just noticed all the grammar mistakes in this story e_e. But I'm too lazy to fix them :L. Hope you don't mind? :D

And uh...I kind of forgot to put a disclaimer in this...XD

Disclaimer: I don't even know how to talk Japanese. The only thing I know in Japanese is...Konichiwa? Tell me if a spelled that wrong -.-.

000

Hidan couldn't believe his eyes. Kakuzu, his future lover, was protecting that bastard, Toru. Kakuzu's arms were in front of his face, with the giant scythe's blades deep into them. It was a very serious wound, and a heavy amount blood was leaking out of his arms. He glanced at the stitched man's eyes, and his own eyes widened when he saw the anger. Not normal anger. Murderous anger. And before he knew it, he received a punch in the face that sent him flying to the wall.

He crashed into the wall, making a few portraits fall down in the process. Ignoring the pain, he looked up only to see Kakuzu helping the bastard up. Anger shot through him faster than light, and he lost knowledge of what he was doing. Grabbing his scythe, he lunged to the two, who were currently busy checking if the other was hurt, and had their guard down.

Swinging his scythe, it almost connected with Toru's head. Almost.

Clay. White, sticky clay was all over him, stopping him from moving. He knew who the clay belonged to, and snarled. His best friend always ruined the best moments...

''Hidan, un! What the hell are you trying to do? Killing someone on a party like that.''

''Shut up, Deidara! And get this disgusting mud off of me!''

''It's not mud, un. It's clay. AND IT'S NOT DISGUSTING! It's more artistic than your face! And if you think I'll just let you kill someone innocent just like that, your more retarded than I thought.'' Deidara chuckled at the Jashinist's frown.

''Who the hell are you two?'' The blonde artist turned around to the direction the shout came from, and saw that the person who shouted it was a slightly chubby man, with light brown hair and black eyes, and was standing next to another man.

Deidara's eyes widen when he saw the abnormality of that guy. Was that even a guy? He'd never seen such eyes. And those stitches? He looked like a rag doll...

''We are people that you shouldn't speak to that way. We could kill you right here and now, un.'' The chubby man seemed to get even redder than before, and was about to attack them before a stitched hand shot out and grabbed his own.

''Toru, calm down. The guy is right. We should go.'' Kakuzu said, just wanting to get out of there before anyone of his family saw him. He'll be in deep shit if they found out that he was fighting with the superior families' heirs.

He knew that blonde guy. He was the Iwa family's art obsessed heir. He'd once peeked at his father's newspaper and read an article about a blonde man accidentally blowing up his mansion when he was trying to make his clay bombs more effective.

''Oi! Wait, dammit! Don't go!'' They turned to look at the Jashinist, who was almost entirely covered in the blonde's clay.

''YOU!'' He tried pointing, but couldn't move his arms. Instead he pointed with his tongue. At Toru.

''What?'' Toru said, not caring if he shouldn't talk to him like that.

''Don't think this is over yet, fat ass! I've never lost a competition before, and I'm not starting now! Be careful when you alone in the dark! I'll hunt you down and fucking kill you slowly and painfully! No one touches what is mine! Yes, mine. YOU HEARED THAT? MINE! MINE! M-I-N-''

''Shut up already, retard! And what was that about never losing a competition? You remember that time when you and Sasori no Danna were-''

''Idiots...'' The stitched man said, dragging the other man away from them, and leaving.

''Hm...So, what did you get yourself into now, un?'' Deidara said, helping the Jashinist out of the clay.

''Nothing! I was just talking politely with the tanned guy when that fucking balloon came out of nowhere and attacked!''

''Your obviously lying, un. You did something.''

''I didn't''

''You did.''

''I didn't!''

''You did, un.''

''I didn't fucking do anything! I was just trying to get to know the guy! No reason to get fucking pissed.''

''…..'' Deidara smirked.

''What?''

''Look here.'' The blonde handed him a mini TV that showed the views of the mansion through security cameras. The bomber's smirk turned to a grin as he pressed a button, and a picture of Hidan trying to kiss Kakuzu appeared.

''I love the way you lie to your best friend, un.''

''Shut up!''

''So..What did you mean ''No one touches what's mine''?'' The blonde said, smirking. He knew Hidan perfectly well, and had no doubts about the conclusion that came to his mind.

''Eh...Well..What if I don't want to fucking tell you?''

''You don't need to, un. I already know..Aaah, Love in the first sight...'' Deidara snickered.

''Shut the fuck up! Your lucky you already have a boyfriend!''

''But I still got those annoying fangirls haunting me.''

''At least your not forced to marry one of them...'' Hidan sighed. Deidara already knew the Jashin people's sick tradition, and he really felt sorry for Hidan having to deal with one of those fangirls as a wife.

Deidara absolutely loathed them. He never had a good night's sleep without them appearing in his nightmares. He was grateful that his parents accepted Sasori as his lover.

He too had tried to convince Hidan's father to let Hidan himself to choose if or who he wanted to marry, but Hidan's father was as stubborn as the idiot himself...

The blond bomber sighed, knowing Hidan meant what he said when he told the chubby guy that it wasn't over...

000 (after the party)

''I should have known it meant trouble bringing you with us!'' Akato said, punching his bloodied son in the face.

Yes. Just like Kakuzu said, his family wasn't amused about what happened in the party with Yuki and Hidan. Though they didn't know about what happened later, which Kakuzu was very grateful for.

With a last kick to the stomach, his father exited, slamming the door behind him.

Kakuzu sighed, recalling the events of the party. He saved Toru. Yes, he hated him. But that didn't mean he wasn't grateful that someone actually liked him, and he wasn't about to let that someone die anytime soon. Besides, if he let the arrogant Jashinist kill Toru, his family would find out and kill him right off the bat. So he wasn't regretting what he did.

Though he wondered why the silver haired guy even talked to him...

Thousands of reasons clashed in Kakuzu's mind, but not a single one of them was the right one.

Because that reason was impossible...right?

000

''Oh how fun we're going to be having! I mean, we could go shopping! Or maybe swimming. Nah, a musical could be fun! Or maybe a fun park! What do you think, honey? I think it'll be so fun if we go to a prom party! All the ladies will be sooooooo jealous! I'm so exited! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!''

Hidan was about to claw his eyes out. Won't that bitch ever shut the fuck up?

After the Toru and Kakuzu incident, Hidan and Deidara separated and walked back to their families' tables', not knowing that it was ball dancing time. Deidara was ecstatic, dragging a disgruntled Sasori to the dance floor and danced like real couples should. Hidan however, regretted not ditching the place and stalking Kakuzu. The moment Yuki saw him was the moment he wished he was dead. She dragged him to the dance floor like a mom drags an unwilling child from the ice cream store. His feet were sore, because she stepped on them at least 25 times. And the worst thing? Deidara had been taping it all.

And now, his parents forced him to take Yuki to his room to talk and know each other.

'Fuck...' He sighed, walking down the hallway with Yuki clinging to his arm as if her life depended on it. All he wanted was to snatch his arm back, grab his scythe, kill her and find Kakuzu.

Speaking of the stitched man...

Hidan felt like he was in heaven shaking hands with Jashin-sama when he looked into those eyes. They were so abnormal that it was beautiful. They were so unique. It made him want to kill something knowing that people took it for granted. Like that Yuki. And those stitches... They were just as unique and perfect. The threads were sewn in perfect lines, straight and even. He wished that the annoying rat was replaced by Kakuzu...

Hold on a second... She was his sister, right? Then she lived with him. Which means she knew the address! 'I'm a fucking genius!'

''Oi, Yuki-chan!''

''Y-yes?'' He said her name! He actually said it! And with a 'chan'! 'I love my life!'

''I just wanted to know your address. You know, so I could visit sometimes.''

She felt wonderful, thanking every and any god there is for her luck. ''S-sure! It's in the village of Waterfalls. A big mansion. It's the only one in the village, so it won't be hard to find. Oh my god! Honey I'm so happy!'' And she hugged the shit out of his arm. Though he wasn't there at the moment.

'Village of waterfalls, eh? Perfect.' He smirked at the thought, but immediately regretted it as Yuki thought he was smirking at her, and began rubbing up against him.

''Well, sorry but I'll just go to the bathroom! SEE YA!'' 'Not.' He ran as fast as he could, not wanting to hear her shrilly voice a second more.

He ran until he was at the cross between the first hallway and the second one. Taking the second one, he ran up until he got to his room, praying Yuki got lost somewhere in the mansion and died. He called for his butler, Tadao, and waited til the door opened up to show his most loyal servant, whom he knew when he was 4 years old.

''Yes, young lord?''

And so, the Jashinist told him everything that happened at the party. About Kakuzu, about his family, and about what he wanted for his butler to do, all the while grinning from ear to ear...

000

Akato was sitting on the couch, drinking coffee when he heard the doorbell ring. He put his cup on the table and went to the front door. Opening the door, he was greeted by the Jashin family's special mailman. He put on his nicest smile and greeted back.

''Hello. So what has the Jashin family sent us?'' He watched with disgust as the man handed him an old brown box. On the box there were various hate letters and insults, and he managed to see that the sender was the heir, Hidan.

''This is from the saint to Kakuzu-san. He said that if anyone but Kakuzu-san opened it, they will immediately be punished with death. Have a good night.'' And so the man leaved.

Akato closed the door and smirked. He read one of the hate letters and his hair almost turned white. That guy sure had a foul mouth. Kakuzu would be happy...

He walked up to Kakuzu's room, kicking open the door and throwing the box at Kakuzu's bed, where the stitched male was sitting.

''This is from Hidan-sama. Be grateful that you even got attention from him. Enjoy opening the box, then.'' He left after slamming the door closed, as usual not caring if it broke down.

Kakuzu looked at the box and raised an eyebrow. All the insults and swear words made him feel like he really shouldn't open the box, and so he ignored it and continued staring at the cracked ceiling of his room.

He laid there for about 5 minutes, struggling against his curiosity and the part of his brain that was bugging him about opening the box.

Finally, he gave in, cause the nagging was causing him a headache. He hesitated a little, again thinking he shouldn't open it. If there was one thing Kakuzu feared, it was hate. He'd had enough of it. He was tired of it. He was used to the hate he received from his family, but he always feared being hated by more people, let alone someone he just met.

He convinced himself that he himself hated that arrogant Jashinist, and he would rather get hate letters from him than get peace declarations and friendship letters.

He ripped it open and felt his blood boil at what he saw.

Roses.

And a cell phone.

Fucking bastard...

000

Hidan smirked as he looked at his cell phone. He left a note in the box that had his number written on it. Now he only had to wait for Kakuzu to call him...

000 (five minutes later)

'Hm...Wonder why he hasn't called yet...Maybe he hasn't received the box yet...'

000 (another five minutes)

'It's been ten fucking minutes! And the mailman's already here! Well, maybe he isn't used to cell phones and need some time to learn...Yeah, that's probably it.'

000 (ten minutes later)

'WHAT THE FUCK IS TAKING SO LONG? It's been 20 minutes! The fucking bastard better be calling before I finish counting to 30! One, two, four, three...

000 (another ten minutes)

'GAAH! THAT'S IT! I'm calling him myself!' Just as he was about to call Kakuzu, the phone ringed, and he immediately accepted.

''FINALLY YOU FUCKING SNAIL! Who would take an hour to call someone?''

''It was only 30 minutes... Idiot.''

''Well at least you called now. Anyway, I hope you like the roses. You know, it's a real pain in the ass deciding what to choose as a gift.''

''Get to the point. Why did you send them?'' His voice sounded so cold...

''Well, isn't it obvious? I mean you don't send fucking roses and a cell phone to anyone just like that.''

''What do you want?''

''Oi oi, why so angry? You didn't like them?''

''…''

''Alright...I just wanted to meet you. Only talk and such.''

''…''

''Dammit...Look I know your upset about what happened at the party, but I promise, I won't do anything but talk!''

''Promise?''

''Yeah, promise!'' He crossed his fingers.

''Alright. But we have to meet somewhere where nobody sees us.'' He'll be dead if Yuki found out...

''Fucking great, man!'' Where nobody sees them...Perfect! ''So how about that place in Konoha. (I have no imagination, so you can make up a place) I've been there a couple of times and it was deserted. And the time can be at 3 P.M.''

''Okay...'' Kakuzu had a bad feeling about this. Konoha...

''Right! So it's settled then.''

''Hn...''

''Oh! And one more thing!''

''What?''

''Eh...Good night...'' He'd never said that before...

...And Kakuzu never received that before. ''Good night''

End chapter 3

Oh my god! I've just had a plot attack. I have millions of ideas! There's gonna be a lot of action and drama later on!

Thank you all of my reviewers! And Moyasu-uisuka, PLEASE UPDATE 'Lifeless Doll'. I can't wait to read the next chapter!

And one last thing to readers: PLEASE REVIEW! I'd appreciate it so much! It gives me hope for this story! :D

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