A/N: Hello, people! Chapter 8 here :D

So lately, I've been thinking about what would happen in the story in the upcoming chapters, and...yah. My mind is pretty much filled with ideas and I don't know which to pick from. But one thing is for sure, this story is going to be a long one. I hope nobody hates long stories? :D

Also, I've figured out that in this story, Hidan and Kakuzu's relationship pretty much goes up and down. In other words, things will happen that will either get them closer, or push them apart...You get the idea, right? I suck at explaining such things xo

And people...It's just...Your reviews made me jump a couple of meters up in glee. I don't know what to say...T_T THANK YOU, EVERYONE! Every single review is greatly appreciated, and that also goes to readers and followers. I LOVE YOU ALL. I can't believe there is such nice people reading my story 8D

And now, on with the chapter!

000

''Kakuzu...Kakuzu! KAKUZU!''

Kakuzu finally snapped away from his thoughts. ''What?''

Toru raised an eyebrow. ''You were spacing out. What were you thinking about?''

Kakuzu said nothing. No way in hell that he would tell Toru that he was thinking about that silver haired man...

Wait...what? He wasn't thinking about that bastard! He was only wondering why he felt so guilty...Yeah, just wondering about the guilt. He totally wasn't thinking about what the immortal Jashinist thought about him now that he left him in the prison. No, it wasn't like he cared...

He sighed as Toru began asking questions. How Kakuzu got in prison. If he got hurt. If he was hungry. If that Jashinist tried anything funny again. If he was sleepy. If he was tired...

Kakuzu didn't answer a single one of them.

They were in Toru's car, with Toru driving. When Kakuzu was rescued from the prison, Zetsu left to his home, saying it was late and he had to get back. Kakuzu and Toru had been wondering where they could go, since there was no way they could go back to their homes, with Kakuzu's father knowing he was in prison, and with Toru's father also knowing that Kakuzu was supposed to be in prison. In the end, they decided that the best option for them was to sneak into Toru's home, without any one knowing Kakuzu was there.

When they arrived at the mansion, Toru opened the door with his keys and entered silently, and Kakuzu stood outside, waiting for Toru to open the window of his room. Once the window was open, Kakuzu transferred some of his chakra to his feet, and began walking on the wall until he reached it, and entered.

Toru closed the window. ''Shit...A maid was awake and was walking around the hall. She almost caught sight of me! So y'know, I hid behind the curtains, and once her back was facing me, I stepped out of them and ran away silently, but I somehow fell and the sound scared the wits out of her! You should've seen her face!'' And he began laughing, not too loud so nobody would wake up.

Kakuzu said nothing as he walked to the carpet laying on the floor and laid down, not expecting Toru to suddenly grab the edge of the carpet and pull, making the stitched young man fall on the floor.

''Are you nuts? No way I'm letting you sleep on the floor!'' He said, arms crossed.

''I'm not sleeping on the floor. I'm sleeping on the carpet.'' Kakuzu said nonchalantly.

''Same thing! C'mon Kakuzu! This is the first time you sleep over! You'll sleep on the bed! With me!'' Toru said, smiling.

Kakuzu was staring at him blankly, when suddenly his eyes widened.

Toru raised an eyebrow. ''What? Is something wrong with that?'' He said.

Kakuzu cleared his throat. ''No...It's just that...I've never slept on the same bed with anybody before...'' He said. It wasn't like he didn't trust Toru. No, it was just that sleeping on the same bed with someone was foreign to him. Anyone who had never slept on the same bed with their parents or siblings before would feel the same thing, so no one could blame him.

''Oh...Well, isn't it even better! I'd be the first! Isn't it great?'' Toru said, smiling again.

Kakuzu thought about it for a moment, and grunted, standing up and walking to the bed. He was very tired, and he knew Toru wouldn't stop nagging unless he agreed.

He laid down, surprised at how soft and comfortable the bed was. The bed he slept in in the prison was rough and uncomfortable, and his own bed was worse. He immediately felt his eyelids drop, and drifted off to sleep.

Toru couldn't believe how someone could sleep this fast. Though, the dark haired man was probably very tired...

Smiling unconsciously, he too laid down. He turned around, facing Kakuzu, who was still floating in Dreamland. He looked so peaceful. Innocent.

Yes, those scars and stitches made him look rough, but who cared? He still looked good. And love wasn't about looks. It was about everything in a person. Even someone that was called ugly many times in their lives, would be adored and treasured. All it required was the right person. The one. The one that will see you from the inside, not the outside. The one that didn't care if you had some sort of physical problem, and didn't blame you about it. The one that knew that nobody is, was, or will be perfect.

Toru hoped that Kakuzu someday would think of Toru as the one for him.

He closed his eyelids, still smiling, and grabbed Kakuzu's hand, drifting off into sleep.

000

Hidan yawned as he stretched his arms. His whole body was sore. Who knew that there was beds that were this hard and uncomfortable?

He was about to turn around and morning greet Kakuzu, when he remembered what had happened between them last night.

It wasn't that Hidan was still angry. No, he was perfectly fine. The only reason he didn't want to talk to Kakuzu was that he was afraid that Kakuzu was still angry, and would be angrier if the Jashinist just started talking to him as if nothing happened.

Still, he was itching to talk to the stitched male, and 'impatient' was a good word to describe the silver haired male with.

So he turned around, grinned, opened his mouth and gasped.

Was it only him, or Kakuzu's cell was empty?

Whatever it was, it made the Jashinist go batty.

He spotted a bunch of guards and what looked like detectives talking nearby, and so, his mind put the blame on them. ''HEY! WHERE THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU FUCKERS TAKE KAKUZU?'' He barked. They turned to him and gave him a confused look, which was, in the Jashinist's mind, translated as ''You're insane''. Which pissed him off.

They ignored him, which pissed him off even more. ''OI! I TALKED TO YOU!''

No answer...''I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T ANSWER SOON I'LL-''

''...He escaped.'' One of them answered.

Saying Hidan was shocked was an understatement...

000

Takeshi sat at the kitchen table, eating as fast as he could. He would spend this day to keep looking for his little brother. Nobody had found him yet, and his mother's condition was very bad. She never talked anymore, unlike the cheery and happy woman she was. She had gone paler, and was eating less and less food. She was very worried. His father was too very worried, but he didn't show it as much as she did.

Osamu looked up from his plate, watching as his oldest son was eating faster than he had ever seen him. ''You could choke if you keep eating this fast.'' He said.

He didn't get an answer. Takeshi kept eating. ''Takeshi, you can stop looking for him now.''

That was what made Takeshi choke. He tried to talk but the huge lump of food in his mouth was stuck in his throat. He swallowed it all, ignoring the pain, and managed to find his voice.

''W-what?'' He said, wide eyed.

Osamu sighed, expecting that reaction from Takeshi. ''You don't have to strain yourself this much. You're not even eating properly.''

''What do you mean 'don't have to'? Hidan is missing! And why are you worrying about me, when Mom is not even eating anything!'' He snapped. He couldn't believe his father said that.

''Takeshi, calm down.'' Those words were from his mother.

His eyes widen even more. ''How can I calm down? You're asking me to stop looking for my little brother! He had been missing for three days! Three fucking days!'' He slammed his hand on the table, making the plates and glasses fly and crash down on the floor. ''Are you telling me that you just gave up on finding him?'' He shouted, face red from fury.

''Takeshi, you need to calm down!'' His father barked, now getting angry too. Takeshi didn't want to make his father angry, since it will lead to nothing but bad trouble, so he forced himself to calm down.

Osamu sighed again. ''You misunderstood us. We're telling you that you don't have to look for him anymore, since all of villagers and citizens in every country that heard of the award are looking. I'm sure that they will find him sooner or later. It would just get things worse if you strain yourself like this. You're hurting yourself. Just be patient. That's all.'' Osamu said, before standing up and leaving the kitchen.

Takeshi could only stare at his father's empty seat.

000

''What, un? He's missing? Since when?''

Deidara had a very hard time believing his personal servant's words. Was his best friend really missing? Was that why he never answered Deidara's messages and letters?

''His brother said that he had been gone since the day after the royal party, at 2.45 PM.'' His servant answered.

The day after the royal party, 2.45 PM...Deidara was sure he had heard that befo-

...Wait... Wasn't that the day Hidan told him that he was going to meet this 'Kakuzu' guy? And he had said that they would be meeting at 3 PM in Konoha. He knew Hidan pretty well and knew of his filthy habit of arriving late, and it took 20 minutes to get to Konoha from Hidan's home. Deidara wasn't exactly the smartest blond on earth but he could easily figure out that Hidan had probably gone out at 2.45 to get there.

'Could this Kakuzu have something to do with this, un? He thought, suspicions roaming around his mind.

More importantly, he should send his servants to look for the Jashinist. ''Go with every servant here to Konoha, and look for him, un. Try to find him as fast as possible.'' He ordered, watching as the servant respectfully bowed and made his way out of the blond's office.

000

The prison was quiet now that the source of the ruckus happening there the last three days was unusually quiet. Hidan hadn't said a word since morning. No screaming, no complaining, no sadistic jokes. Nothing. All he did was stare at the ceiling with dull eyes.

All he could think of was Kakuzu.

'...Why?' Why did Kakuzu leave him? He had thought that the stitched man was considering him as a friend now, that a little trust was building up between them...

No, he wasn't disappointed because he didn't get out of the prison. In fact, he couldn't care less. He knew that sooner or later someone would find him and he would be leaving this place.

All of the heart-eating disappointment was because of the fact that Kakuzu didn't care about him. He felt as if a close friend betrayed him. He knew that he shouldn't just expect Kakuzu to all of a sudden start liking him just because they were on talking terms, but he had tried to get Kakuzu to like him. Not only because he was planning to get the stitched man, but also because he felt sorry for him. He knew that Kakuzu needed someone that cared about him. He knew how his family treated him. It wasn't hard to find out when his obnoxious sister constantly talked about everything and anything, including Kakuzu.

She had insulted him, said that he was an ugly disgrace for the family, and said that he deserved to be treated that way. He had felt like grabbing his scythe and sending them down to hell where they belonged, but he wanted to find out more about the dark haired male. She had told him how her family treated him, how unfair they were towards him, how uncaring and hating. All the while she had said it with a proud tone of voice, as if her family had managed to solve a big problem...

He cursed them to hell, praying for Jashin that he would one beautiful day make them die a bloody and horrifying death, while he and Kakuzu watched.

His stomach felt as if it turned upside down when he remembered that the tanned man was no longer with him. That he probably must have already forgotten Hidan by now...

He heard the sound of the prison's heavy door opening, and he frowned in confusion as a man he had a feeling he had seen before entered, with Ebisu behind him. The man was big. Tall and slightly fat. He had light brown hair, which reminded Hidan of the guy Kakuzu was with at the party, and his eyes were black, just like that guy's eyes. He narrowed his eyes. He still had a feeling that he had seen this man somewhere before, but when and where?

His confusion grew as the man's eyes landed on him, and his face twisted to an ugly grin, showing off his brownish-yellow teeth.

He grew more and more confused as the man walked up to his cell, standing in front of the bars, Ebisu following him.

Once the black-glasses wearing man was standing beside the suspicious man, he spoke. ''Do you wish to get him out now, Yutaka-sama?'' He said, looking at the confused silver haired young man.

''Yes. And I prefer taking him unconscious. It's a long way all the way to my mansion (1), and I don't want to get a headache.'' The suspicious man, Yutaka, said. That was when Hidan snapped.

''What the fuck are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere!'' He said, glaring.

They ignored him. ''As you wish, Yutaka-sama.'' Ebisu said.

Hidan was about to open his mouth again, but was stopped when he felt a familiar stinging in his neck, and all he saw was Ebisu and Yutaka opening the bars, when he fell unconscious.

End chapter 8

I have a feeling that this chapter was sort of short...Oh well.. XD

And also, I have a feeling that my not-so-funny humor is ruining this story. I mean, this is supposed to be a hurt/comfort story, which is close to angst, and bad humor would ruin the idea...So I want to know if you want me to keep putting in some humorous things here and there, or if you want me to stop abusing the story with my dry humor :) PLEASE TELL ME! IT'S IMPORTANT! It's been nagging on my head and driving me crazy! D:

(1): Yutaka didn't want to keep Hidan in the prison, since more and more people were starting to look for him and there were chances that they would find him, so he decided to take him home and lock him up there. In case you wonder why he just doesn't give him to his family and take the award already, is because if he did it so soon, it will be suspicions, and there would be dangerous risks that he doesn't want to take.

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