Title: Us
Chapter: 2
Main Pairing: KakuHidaKaku
Side Pairing(s): DeiSasoDei, KisaIta, SasuSaku, ZetsuKarin, PainKona
Warnings: Sexual Themes, Swearing, Minor Violence

Kakuzu woke up, sore. Not the bad sore, but the good, "I did well," sore. He grimaced, smelling like stale cologne. His pants were on the floor, boxers wrinkled on his body from sleeping on them oddly, buttons undone on his shirt, tie crooked... but overall, it was a good night.

He sat up, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, looking at his neat room; stacked books of classics next to his bed stand and on the shelves, a laptop at the desk, where paperwork was in manilla folders (and manilla folders in manilla folders), organized by alphabetical order, all the way through. His checkbook lay closed on the desk. Kakuzu heaved himself up and walked over to it, checking through to the back to see that it had been a few days since he had last balanced his checkbook.

The male sat down in his chair, grabbing a pony tail wrapped around his pink pen and tying his hair back before going to work.

Hidan yawned, stretching his arms far above his head and his feet spanning across the bottom of the bed. His toes curled like a cat's, then sprawled out wide. "Oh, Jashin, that was a nice nap," he smiled, curling up on his side. His shoulder scrunched a little much and he winced in surprised of pain that shot through his shoulder. He sat up, putting his hand on his shoulder, feeling around. He felt small indents, but nothing other than that. Hidan threw his feet over the side of the bed, getting up and heading over to the mirror. He stepped over books, clothes, garbage and plates to get to the space where he dressed in the morning. The pale man bent to see what was on his shoulder, to find teeth marks.

He started to remember the night before, and he started to brood. He thought Kakuzu had been a nice guy, worthy of being his, but he was wrong. Kakuzu was just another douchebag who wanted to get into his pants.

Well, probably, anyway.

Hidan stood up, looking around for a shirt. He found one, all the way across the room, and sneered at it. The door was just to the left of him. He didn't want to go an extra 6 feet to get a lousy shirt when he could go without one. He turned toward the door and left, heading up the stairs.

He opened the door at the top of the stairs, walking into the living room and closing the door gently. He turned toward the kitchen to find Sasori standing at the stove, looking at it with a frown.

"What'd you do this time, Saso?" Hidan asked, walking toward him.

"I..." Sasori looked at him, "You do it."

"Do what?"

"Cook. You're so damn good at it, why don't you wake up earlier instead of making Deidara and I to wait for your lazy ass,"he sneered, walking to the table and sitting down.

Hidan looked at the stove, finding the frying pan sitting there, nothing in it. The stove wasn't even on. He looked back at Sasori with a confused glance, then moved to the fridge. "Speaking of the blonde, where did the mutt go?"

"He's still sleeping," Sasori said, "I was planning on having breakfast ready for him before he woke up, but that didn't happen as well as I had planned."

"Obviously," Hidan said. He grabbed eggs, bacon, butter and the bread from the freezer, putting them all on the counter. Reaching for the handle of the cupboard, he opened it and pulled out a bowl and four plates. "Could you get me a paper towel?"

"For what?" Sasori said, getting up.

"The bacon," Hidan said, "You put the paper towel on the plate and the bacon on that so the fucking gross-tasting grease gets soaked up... Duh."

Sasori's eyebrow twitched, but he obeyed anyway, grabbing a paper towel and putting it on the plate stack. He sat back down, watching Hidan do his thing.

Hidan turned on the stove, opening the butter and cutting off a chunk, throwing it in the warming pan as he opened the container of eggs and the bowl, grabbing one at a time until he got to six eggs and cracking them with one hand as he moved the butter around the pan with a spatula. He lowered the heat on the stove, opening the bread and putting two pieces of bread into the toaster, then moving to the drawer with the silverware in it and grabbing a few forks. He moved back to the bowl, whisking the eggs together. He moved to the sinks, grabbing the faucet and putting a few teaspoons of water in the bowl as well.

"How do you do that?" Sasori asked.

"Do what?" Hidan asked, moving to the frying pan with the bowl and turning the heat up again, pouring the eggs into the pan.

"Remember what to do, without screwing up or getting the ingredients wrong?"

Hidan paused for a second, looking at the eggs; "I guess it's a matter of practice,"he said, "If you do something enough times, of course you're going to remember how to do it. It's like riding a bike; it's more of fucking muscle memory than anything." He turned, leaning on the counter, "Like, cooking is to me as making those damned-creepy puppets is to you. It's a craft we're fond of and find it easier and easier to do every time we do it, but they're still good quality."

"Ah," Sasori sat up a little straighter, "I guess I understand."

"Yeah,"Hidan said, "Would you mind going to wake up the fucktard? Breakfast will be pretty close to done when you come back down."

Sasori nodded, getting up again and walking toward the stairs going to the top floor. He started walking up them, Hidan watching him until he disappeared. He turned around and started cooking again, getting done with the eggs and putting the bacon in once the scrambled eggs were spread out evenly between the three plates. He put the forks, napkins and plates on the table where everyone liked sitting and went back to the bacon to flip it over.

Deidara came down the stairs with Sasori in his arms, looking at each other with smirks on their faces. The blonde had a large hickey on the side of his neck, visible like a neon sign. Sasori leaned up and kissed him, "Your turn to be top tonight, Dei-Dei," he said.

"Mm, Saso," Deidara chuckled, "Not in front of our roommate, bebe, hmm."

The blonde set Sasori down in a chair, sitting next to him, hands clasped on the table. He flashed a big smile, his blue eyes twinkling, "So, hmm, how did your date go last night, Hida-Hida?"

The albino stopped moving, the frying pan sizzling as his silence continued."I'd rather not talk about it," Hidan said simply, putting the bacon onto the plate.

"Oh, come on – was it hot? Did you touch him? Did he touch you, hmm?"Deidara leaned forward.

"Again, I'd rather not fucking talk about it."

"Please, just a little sneak peak on what went down? Did you do anything? Hmm, come on, tell us!"

Hidan turned around, glaring at Deidara, "It didn't work out, we didn't do anything, I didn't even leave the house. We're done with this conversation."

Sasori frowned, "What? But the first date went so well. You were so infatuated with him."

"I guess he's just not my type, alright?" Hidan shut off the stove, grabbing the plate and putting it on the table, "I have to get ready for work. Don't do anything too fucking stupid, now," he said, heading toward the door to the downstairs.

Sasori and Deidara looked at each other, dissatisfied with the answer they had received from Hidan. This had been Hidan's seventh date in the past two months, and none of the men and woman had worked out. Kakuzu had been a friend of Sasori's for a long time, and when they had gotten in contact, Kakuzu had come over for breakfast one day and met Sasori's housemates. He had taken a liking to Hidan, and met him for coffee a few times, and then asked him out. The first date, Hidan came back with a red face and a bundle of white roses, his favorite flower.

As they ate, Sasori wondered what could had gone wrong last night that made Hidan so ornery.

The bread in the toaster came up, burnt and steaming.

Hidan pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, sitting there for a moment before opening the door and walking toward the back entrance. Zetsu stood there, talking to himself for a moment before he noticed Hidan.

"Look who it is! It's the fucktwit. I was going to say it's Hidan, but alright." Zetsu held his arms out, having Hidan walk at him and give him a hug. "How have you been? Hopefully 'shitty', like you usually say."

"Yeah, shitty is a good way to put how I'm feeling today," Hidan said, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and looking at it, "I fucking want one, but I have to work,"he growled.

"Well, have one at break," Zetsu said.

"Zet, you don't have an addiction. You don't know what it's like to have one now instead of later."

"I do too have an addiction. An addiction to my girlfriend's pu-"

"OKAY..." Hidan frowned, "Too much information, there, Zet."

"Speaking of Karin, I'm thinking of proposing to her, I really do like her, so rather than fucking her brains out, though I can do that too, I feel as if proposing to her then fucking her brains out will be the better option."

"Fuck, how much sex do you have with this woman?" his lips twisted into a sneer, "If you want to propose to her, do it! You two have been together for six fucking years, just go get a ring and propose to her, man!"

Zetsu smiled wide, teeth showing, "You really think so? Is it too early? I mean, six years isn't a very long time..."

"In a relationship it is – dude, just go for it," Hidan said with a smirk.

Zetsu just smiled wide, "Thanks man. You've really helped me here – I've been fighting with this idiot to do it, but he wouldn't listen to me. Hey, it's not something you can just jump into with no commitment for the situation. You know me. Free as a bird. But a sophisticated, intelligent bird. Whatever."

Hidan just laughed, stuffing his cigarettes into his back pocket and walking inside with a roll of his eyes.