Hidan laid on his stomach with, his head over his pillow and his eyes half-open. "Shit. What's happening to me."
He rolled on to his back, kicking the sheets on to the floor and sighing as he stared at the ceiling. "I'm acting like a freaking madman... and I'm scared of Deidara." Sitting up, he leaned on the window and yawned. "I don't know what I should do. I've been feeling like shit ever since that incident last night. Maybe I should tell Konan what happened." He chuckled, half-closing his eyes. "The fuck am I on? I'll be a laughing stock."
"You won't." He jumped, turning his head to see Konan.
"And where the fuck did you come from?! You nearly gave me a heart attack, you bitch!"
She sat down beside his bed.
"How in Hell did we buy chairs?" speculated Hidan.
"Kakuzu was on a mission."
"That makes sense."
"So, Hidan, let's talk about what's troubling you. It's something to do with Deidara, isn't it?"
"No- I mean, what the fuck do you mean? There's nothing troubling me," answered the white haired man.
"Hidan."
"Go do something, I'm in a shitty mood," he replied, yawning and lying back.
"So something's bothering you."
"No! Fuck off!" he yelled.
"I saw you talking to yourself, Hidan. 'Scared of Deidara', 'incident'..." A pillow was thrown at her face.
"That's creepy, you bitch! Don't look in my room while I'm in!" It took her a few seconds to realize it did seem a bit odd, and was probably unacceptable. When the hell was she a psychiatrist?
"So... What kind of incident? A fight?"
Hidan jumped, his cheeks going pink. "...No." He felt a pain in his chest, holding his arm.
"One-sided violence?"
"...What exactly do you consider to be violence in that question?" He held his legs to his chest.
Konan's eyebrow raised. Are we actually getting somewhere with this? "Punches, kicks, things that leave bruises, physical scars or scratches."
"No." Hidan was thankful she wasn't making him tell her, but playing some sort of a guessing game. Maybe it would be easier to say. As if I'm going to say it. Tch.
"Verbal attacks? Things like insults," she said, still with her cold voice.
"That couldn't really scare me, could it?" he answered. "I get insults all the fucking time."
But, if not any of those... "Sexual harrassment?"
The room went silent. No sound whatsoever lingered at they stared at each other from opposite ends of the bed, blankly. Hidan didn't reply. They just sat in an awkward stare at each other.
"What?" asked Hidan, not sure if he'd heard right.
"Sexual harrassment."
Yet again, silence.
"Right. I'll take it up with De-"
"Hold on, I didn't say anything!" yelled Hidan.
Konan sighed. "Well?"
"I..." He facepalmed. He should have just kept his mouth shut.
"I'll talk to him about it."
Hidan lied back. The next few days would not be normal.