Second longest chapter. 14 pages long. I actually had to do a bit of research for this one, so that's why it's a little late. However, because of it's lateness, I have something else for you guys =). It's a drawing!! WOW I drew (oh yes I drew). I'll post a link to it in my profile ASAP. But first, the story. Had a bit too much fun (and no, they don't do it until much later) har har har, I know how much you all love me xP. A part of this will be told from Hiashi's perspective. Why? Because it's better that way, than telling it from Hinata and/or Hidan's perspective since Hiashi is the interrogator. Yeah. Quizzing Hidan about his past, you bad man, you! Oh, and I realized that I made Hinata's hair amethyst in this story, when it's actually midnight blue. Oh well. I used blue in the drawing, fyi xD. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this (nare-chan, please don't die from the length LOL).
Songs: "Is it you?" by Cassie, "Give it up to me" by Sean Paul ft. Keisha Cole, "Butterfly" by Crazytown (though that is totally a HidaKona song) for the first parts. For the last parts: "Strictly Physical" by Monrose and "Innocence" by Avril Lavigne (- that is the song that inspired this fic, btw.)
Chapter 7: Tradition
Hinata opened her eyes and blinked groggily; it was pitch black in the room. Her lavender eyes sought the window only to find that it wasn't much brighter outside. Music was blaring from somewhere outside Hidan's apartment, and the song soothed her a little.
Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness of the room and she glanced down at the floor. Her eyes came across something dark blue and in a heap...
Eyes wide now, she shot a hand down to skim her thigh. Skin met skin and she resisted gasping. Closing her eyes tightly she reached back, her hand shaking, and grasped at Hidan's leg, fearing the worst.
Her fingers touched fabric, and fro that much she was grateful.
'W-what I d-don't understand is w-why I'm s-s-so tired...' she tried to move away from Hidan, a bit frightened now but his arm tightened around her waist as he mumbled, "nothin' happened.... damn music is so freakin' loud; one in the freakin' morning..."
She couldn't help giggling a little at his tiny tirade, but her fear was not suppressed even with his assurance. Her lips quivered, 'start simple,' so she did, "h-how l-long have you b-b-been awake?"
"Half an hour at least," he pulled his arm away and gingerly touched her bare thigh, "sorry about that, seriously," he had a regretful sound to his voice. She gasped a little and he chuckled, grasping the meaning of her sudden shyness. His fingers caught the fabric of her panties and he pulled it back before releasing so that it snapped against her skin, making her jump and squeak.
"They're still on, seriously," and she elbowed him, her face crimson; he laughed quietly. Hinata then turned over to face him, frowning a little. He set a hand on her hair, massaging her head. She sighed and relaxed under the sensation. He removed his hand and when Hinata opened her eyes she saw that it was on the bed sheets between the two now. She swallowed lightly and brought her eyes up to meet his; Hidan's gaze was intense.
"H-Hidan..."
"Hm?"
"What h-h-happened l-last night?"
He was silent fro a moment and Hinata turned onto her back so she could stare at the ceiling. Suddenly Hidan placed his hand none too gently between her legs and she gasped, flipping over immediately so her stomach was against the bed, blushing furiously. Her eyes were wide open and her breathing was labored. She clutched the bed sheets tightly in her fists, "I – I – I – you – me – wha -" but she couldn't make a sentence . Hidan laughed darkly and first Hinata felt the bed shift.
Then she felt Hidan pressed his chest against her back.
His left hand pressed into the mattress – near her left hand – pinning her between the bed and his body.
"I'll tell you what," he whispered, his voice very low and next to her ear, breath warm on her face, "last night was hot and sexy and, damn, somethin' probably would've happened but when I touched you down there..." Hinata squeezed her eyes shut, memories finally coming back to her. His hair brushed against her neck and he spoke again, "you reacted the same way you did just now, so I left you alone, seriously."
He kissed her neck, the top of her ear and then he rose off of her and got off the bed. Hinata curled up a little.
'I l-like that h-he's g-g-giving m-me s-s-space but I d-don't want him to m-m-move...'
The blankets were pulled over her body and she watched as Hidan bent over and picked up her jeans. He shook them out and then walked out of Hinata's eyesight. She heard fabric rustle and then nothing. At least two minutes had passed and still she heard nothing.
"Hidan...?" she squeaked, rising a little. She heard him laughed quietly, but the sound was far away.
"Don't worry, baby, I'm coming back."
Hinata settled down and waited impatiently for a minute. The bed dipped down behind her and Hidan tugged her toward his body. She wriggled in his grasp and he let her turn around to face him while he brought the covers over them both. The music was quieter now, and Hinata pressed her forehead against his shoulder, letting her body get a little tangled with his.
"What time do you have to be home today?" he asked in a quiet murmur, combing his fingers through her hair.
"One in the afternoon," she replied sleepily, yawning. She snuggled against him and heard him ask, "you'll tell him right?"
She only managed to give a tiny nod of her head as she fell asleep.
--
The sound that woke Hinata was an annoying beeping sound. There was no warmth as her back and for the moment she panicked. The beeping stopped, and when she cracked open an eye she saw Hidan removing his hand from the clock. He smiled at her and leaned toward her, gently shaking her shoulder, "Hinata, time to get up. It's eleven thirty."
'H-he's been u-up for a while. H-he's already f-fixed his h-h-hair,' she thought while smiling cutely. She noticed that he couldn't resist leaning down to kiss her. She opened her lips against his and felt him smile before he pulled away. He grinned at her as she sat up, rubbing her eyes.
'B-being so r-responsible...' she stood and he turned around. Hinata yanked on her shirt, trying to pull it down over her thighs as much as it would stretch before taking a few steps forward and wrapping her arms around his chest. He chuckled and she pressed her ear against him back so she could absorb the sound.
"You're awfully affectionate in the morning, Hinata."
She giggled and released him, before turning again toward the kitchen side of the apartment to hunt down her jeans. She found them draped over a chair and she tugged them off. As she pulled them on she glanced over her shoulder at Hidan to see that he was busily distracting himself with small things. She finished buttoning her jeans and approached him, wrapping her arms around his chest again when he straightened. She pressed her ear to his back, taking comfort in listening to his gentle heartbeat. He wrapped a hand around both of hers and they stood like that for a moment.
"Probably going to rain today, seriously."
"C-cloudy outside?"
"Yeah, and dark too. I think that damn party when until some ungodly hour like, four or somethin'."
Hinata smiled and pressed her lips to his spine, eliciting a shiver from him, "t-then I'm g-glad you c-c-convinced me t-to leave early."
He laughed lightly but immediately became serious, "you're going to tell him, right?"
Curious to know why he would want her to explain to her father exactly what happened, she swiveled around in front of him without letting him go.
"Why d-do you w-want me t-to explain? I m-mean, I'm just c-curious to know."
His cheeks turned a little pink, "well, you know, I j-just don't think it would be a good idea for me to explain since it's my f-fault that, uh -"
He tugged on her jeans to get his point across. Hinata frowned, "but I w-was the once who t-temped you."
At this he was silent, unsure of what to say.
'It's because h-he knows it's t-t-true. That I sh-shamelessly tempted him.'
He opened his mouth once or twice to argue, but there was nothing he could argue about.
"If m-my father g-gets mad at anyone, he'll get mad at m-me."
--
Hiashi – after Hinata had finished telling him what happened – stared at her in absolute silence. She swallowed lightly, and Hiashi blinked. Fury flickered across his features and he reached toward the phone, "I'll have a word with that boy, indeed I will!"
Hinata clenched her jaw, 'he d-doesn't understand!'
Her pale hand closed around Hiashi's wrist and in defense of Hidan she cried, "don't you get it? I'm the one at fault! I'm the one who started it and I'm the one that was willing to let it go t-t-too far!"
He jerked his wrist out of her grasp and Hinata saw Neji poke his head around the corner. She turned her attention back to her father, the same rage in his eyes reflected in hers.
"Don't try to justify his actions."
"Excuse me?! Were you even t-there? I don't think so!"
Hinata couldn't believe she was arguing with her father, but she continued, "I think that I know b-better what happened to me than you d-do, because I was a-actually there!"
Her father was silent, until he stood. Hinata became fearful and she took a step back. Neji chose that moment to intervene and he bowed slightly to Hiashi.
"Uncle, please. Control your temper. Hinata's right; you have no idea really happened last night and because Hinata was there she obviously knows what happened better than you do. You can't continue to treat her like she will stay innocent forever; even Hanabi has more freedom than Hinata does. Stop treating her like a girl, because she is a woman. Stop treating her like she is incapable of taking care of herself, because she can take care of herself."
Hiashi stared at Neji, as did Hinata, 'h-he's defending Hidan and I...? Neji...'
Finally Hiashi sighed and backed off, "very well," then a smile came to his lips, as if he'd thought up some punishment for Hidan anyway, "Hinata, you and Hidan have been together for what, two and a half months?"
"Hai."
"Then I think it's time the family got to know him better. I want to have a traditional meeting with him. Yes, by traditional I mean Kimono's and hakama's and the like," he began to walk away, a thoughtful expression on his face now, "maybe I should call in photographer's, or maybe..." his voice was lost to Neji and Hinata who stared at each other in shock.
"... awesome!" Neji suddenly exclaimed. He gathered Hinata up in his arms and swung her around. Hinata couldn't believe her luck, and as she stared into Neji's happy eyes she found that she could only stare.
Neji, who had always disliked Sasuke.
Neji, who had deliberately let Hidan talk to her.
Neji, who had chastised her father about his expectations.
Neji, who had always been there for her and would always be. She wrapped her arms around his neck, jolting him out of his spinning craze.
"Thank you, N-Neji. For everything."
She gave him a kiss on the cheek and then walked away. She would have to warn Hidan on Monday, and pry the date out of her father.
--
Sunday morning dragged on slowly, Hinata's father acting oddly suspicious during lunch, 'I s-suppose now would be a g-good time to pry t-the date out of h-him.'
"Father?"
"Yes?"
"W-when is this m-meeting wit Hidan t-taking place?"
"Well. Now that's a good question," he had the start of a smirk on his lips. Hinata scowled.
"Father. I'm not going to let you surprise him."
At this Hiashi frowned, "but, Hinata - "
"No buts, father. Tell me the d-date."
"No," he said stubbornly, crossing his arms like a child. Hinata glared at him then looked away. Minutes passed by in silence, "... Hinata?"
She remained silent, 'I'll g-give him t-the silent t-treatment.'
"Hinata?"
"..."
"Hinata?"
"..."
"Hinata?!"
"..." she stuck her nose in the air and "hmph"ed. Hiashi's eyes widened and he reached toward her. She crossed her arms.
"You aren't... going to talk to me until I tell you the date are you?"
She nodded sharply once. Hiashi whined like a little kid and finally gave in, "all right. I was thinking this Saturday and Sunday. There's a bit of a twist on that but I'm not telling you what it is," his eyes were glittering like he knew something.
"B-but, father, I d-don't have s-school next Monday."
"I know."
She stared at him hard, trying to dig up the meaning behind his words – or the threat. She couldn't guess and settled instead with the knowledge that she'd at least be able to give Hidan some kind of warning.
--
At lunch on Monday she met up with Hidan, and they sat on a bench near the far end of the courtyard, where cherry blossom trees grew up. Pink petals kept on landing all around them, no matter how many they swatted at or tried to brush away the petals kept coming back.
"Hidan," Hinata started as she leaned against him. He looked down at her, nose brushing the top of her head.
"Yea?"
"M-my dad... well, he wants to h-have this l-like... t-traditional family m-meeting w-with you a-and he w-wants it to h-happen this S-Saturday."
Hinata wasn't quite sure how Hidan managed to get up and stand in front of her so quickly, but he managed. His eyes were wide as he stared at her.
"You mean... hakama's and kimono's and geta and the like?" his voice broke at the end of his question. Hinata nodded, worried as to why he was so upset.
"Are... you... fucking serious?!"
"Y-yes."
"OH MY GAWD!" he sat back down heavily, burying his face in his hands. Hinata placed her hands on his shoulders, "H-Hidan!?"
He looked up at her with a completely distraught expression, though there was humor in it, "Hinata, I don't fucking have a traditional outfit. Oh... damn, I am so screwed."
Before Hinata could reassure him that she would help, a hand came down heavily on her shoulder. In the blink of an eye Hidan had yanked Hinata to her feet and stood protectively in front of her.
"Back off, Uchiha."
Sasuke merely stared at him, then looked around to try and see Hinata. She pressed herself into Hidan's back, trying to hide.
"Scram."
"You're not worth her time," Sasuke growled. Hinata's hands fisted in Hidan's school jacket, 'how dare he!'
"I'm worth more of her time than you ever were, you prick."
"Right, so someone who's failing all their classes is worth more than someone who passes them all."
"I'm bringin' my grades up, nitwit. Or did you not notice?" Hinata could tell that Hidan was struggling not to just jump on Sasuke and beat the crap out of him.
"You and I both know you're going to fail," it pained Hinata to hear all this and stand useless behind Hidan's back.
"I sure as hell am not going to fail," Hidan snarled, his hands twitching. Hinata made a growling sound in the back of her throat and stepped around Hidan, glaring furiously up at Sasuke.
"Listen, boy, Hidan actually spends time with me, which you rarely did. Only Saturday's, you said. I don't have time for you any other day, you said. Putting yourself before me all the time. I come before anything he wants, because unlike you he's actually had to struggle to make ends meet – and let me tell you that made him humble - there is nothing he could possibly want more than time with me. He makes me feel special and loved, which you never did, and my father and my cousin and my sister and everyone else likes him. Now shoo; you've become a nuisance."
Hinata then turned on her heel and grabbed the hand of the very shocked Hidan and dragged him away, leaving Sasuke to stare speechless after them.
As the bell rang and Hinata and Hidan had to part to go to their separate classes Hidan commented, "wow, Hinata that was... well, that was quite the speech, seriously."
She smiled at him happily, because she could tell he was proud of her, because she could tell he was happy that she could say something like that to someone she had loved.
--
"But what the hell am I going to do?!" Hidan exclaimed into his phone. Pein – who was on the other line – tried his best to answer, "I'm pretty sure you would fit into my old one. And if you don't you know Martha can fix it up."
Hidan groaned and flopped down on the bed. He only had five days to pull this outfit, this act and his courage together. Family meeting meant opening up about his past, which meant he would probably have to have a long talk with someone, and let it all out.
"Don't worry Hidan. We'll think of something. You can do it; I know you can."
Hidan laughed a little and flipped over onto his stomach, "you believe in me more than I do, seriously."
He could hear the smile on Pein's voice, "start believing, Hidan, because confidence is valued in richer communities."
"Thanks for the heads up."
"You're welcome. Now I'd love to chat more but I believe Konan's found something. We'll talk more tomorrow."
"Okay, well, good night then."
"Good night," and Pein hung up. Hidan snapped his phone shut a second later. Hidan groaned again, 'I need to talk to somebody. I need to... to get rid of all these shitty emotions I've still got hanging around in my heart... damn it...'
Deidara was out of the question. Sasori? Definitely not. Itachi was busy tonight with another research paper, and Kisame was uncomfortable talking about family issues; besides, Kisame had enough problems at home to deal with, 'though thank goodness those problems are gettin' better, seriously.'
Pein and Konan were busy with whatever Konan had discovered about helping Hidan get ready for this family meeting on Saturday, and Zetsu and Tobi were definitely no gos because they were both miles away in university. Which left Hidan with one option.
Kakuzu.
'But he's busy with other things...' Hidan said to himself, staring at the ceiling, 'I could relay my past to my reflection. That would work.'
But the more he thought on it the more he realized that it wouldn't work, and the more he realized that he really needed to open up to someone about everything. Who better to open up to then the one that had taken him in until he could support himself?
Closing his eyes he lifted his phone, punching in the number that he knew all too well, and hit call, bringing it to his ear.
'Please answer,' he silently begged, listening to the ringing sound, 'please, please answer.'
On the tenth ring – and as Hidan was about to hang up – Kakuzu answer, "I'm here."
Hidan stayed silent for the fraction of a second, trying to compose himself. When he spoke he realized that he had failed miserably, "hey."
"What's up, kid? You don't sound too good," the worry was easy to identify. Hidan covered his eyes with one hand, "I need... to talk to you. Now."
"I'll be there in a jiff."
Hidan remained silent, listening as Kakuzu put away some papers and snapped something shut, "what about your work?" he managed to ask in a voice that didn't waver.
"It can wait," there was another moment of silence before Kakuzu said, "I'll see you soon."
"Okay..." and with than Hidan snapped the phone shut and dropped it on the bed next to him, before curling up into a small ball on his side. Minutes passed by – though they felt like hours to Hidan – and when the door finally opened he knew by the way the person moved that it was Kakuzu. A hand came down on his shoulder, squeezing lightly, "let's talk, kid."
Hidan took a deep breath before uncurling, "okay, so it goes like this..."
--
Hidan decided that he had never cried so much over his past before, 'probably because I fucking tried to forget about it...'
He was currently leaning against Kakuzu's shoulder, the very picture of a father and son. For Kakuzu it was kind of awkward and Hidan knew it, but the older man made no implication that it was awkward for him. He just comforted Hidan to the best of his ability, and Hidan thought he was doing one heck of a job. For someone with such a cold and calculating persona, being able to show that he actually cared about someone else was, in a way, exposing a weak spot. Hidan appreciated that.
Hidan had to convince Kakuzu to leave though, and that he would be okay.
"You sure?"
"I'm sure."
"You're really, really sure?"
"I'm really, really sure," Hidan insisted, a smile making its way onto his face.
"Are you absolutely, positively -"
"KAKUZU!"
"What?" Kakuzu asked in the exact same voice as his original question before Hidan interrupted.
"I'm absolutely, positively, fucking sure, that I'm going to be okay. Sheesh old man, sometimes you scare me you worry about me so much."
At this Kakuzu raised an eyebrow and as he walked out the door Hidan heard him mutter, "you're the closest I'll ever get to having a son."
Hidan merely stared at the door, shocked beyond belief, as it shut.
--
"Hold still for goodness sake," Martha clucked. She and Konan were making last minute fixes on Hidan's attire. It was Saturday already, and the two women had managed to alter Pein's traditional outfit to fit Hidan more snuggly. They just needed to hem a few more things, and then the hakama would be ready.
Hidan was already wearing the kimono that Martha had managed to tailor, and though she had known that black was the traditional color used for men she had made the under kimono white. Over top of this was the kimono itself, and it was black. Adam was busily rummaging around in a box that Hidan hadn't bothered to look in ever since he had run away from home and dragged it with him everywhere before settling here in this shady apartment. Adam had taken the liberty of installing a light so that Konan and Martha could see more easily.
The sun was casting dim rays of pale orange light into the room and Hidan fidgeted.
"I thought I told you to hold still!" Martha exclaimed as Konan giggled.
"Yeah, well, I can't really when the time for me grows nearer and nearer and this thing isn't even ready yet!" Hidan complained, shifting from foot to foot, "and these socks are really, really uncomfortable, seriously."
"Well, you're going to have to live with it, boy."
Hidan was about to retort when Martha instructed him to step out of the hakama. He gladly did so, and Konan began snipping away under Martha's order. Adam returned from his rummaging around, his hands behind his back. Hidan tilted his head at him, 'I wonder what old-man bartender found.'
"You won't believe what I found, Hidan," Adam revealed the item. Hidan stared at it; he had long since forgotten that his father had given that too him. He cautiously reached out, disbelief on his features.
'It-it can't be real. I-I lost it...' he took the silver between his fingers, and released it like it was fresh out of a fire.
"Where -?"
"In the box, son," Adam informed Hidan, slipping it around Hidan's neck, "now I'll be back; I just wanted to give that to you first."
"You realize that we still don't have a haori for him right?" Martha called. Adam laughed, "that's what I'm going to get. I found one. It's not cotton though; made of silk."
Hidan ignored the conversation, choosing instead to stare at the long-lost family heirloom. He lifted it, staring. It was a simple circle with a simple upside-down triangle in it; his family crest. The necklace had been made by his father when the man had still worked in a silver smithing company. He had given it to Hidan on his tenth birthday – shortly before he and his wife began to neglect their son.
Adam came back out with the haori, and Hidan released the necklace, letting it fall softly against his chest. He held out his arms and Adam pulled the haori on, adjusting it and making sure it fit properly. Hidan saw the circle and upside-down triangle embroidered in the silk on either shoulder in red thread, so it stood out vividly.
"Put this back on then tie it up, and you're ready to go!" Konan exclaimed, a little bit too excited for Hidan's comfort.
"Cool it, Konan, please..."
She merely giggled at his protest as he pulled on the hakama. Martha made a last minute adjustment on the obi and then clapped Hidan on the shoulders. She looked like she was going to start crying.
"Hey, hey, Ma, don't give me that face," Hidan muttered, touching her shoulder lightly. She smiled sweetly at him before straightening his collars and obi, and then smoothing out the haori.
"Give me your head, boy," she instructed, so Hidan lowered his head. Martha placed her hands on either side of his face before kissing his forehead.
"You're ready and -" there was a honk from outside, "- Kakuzu's here now. No need to keep him waiting."
Hidan clutched his necklace tightly, before walking out the door. Kakuzu stared at him for a while and when Hidan settled himself in the passenger seat he asked, "so why'd you leave your hair like that?"
Hidan made a face, "there is no way I'm doing my hair up in a bun. Seriously. And besides, my hair isn't long enough."
"How do you know it's not long enough?" Kakuzu inquired, pulling out onto the street. Hidan fingered his hair, "Martha said it wasn't long enough... and that was after I told her that she could try to make a bun out of it."
Kakuzu raised an eyebrow, turning a corner, "you aren't swearing," he stated, and after a minute of silence finally turned onto Hinata's street.
"Have to practice, ya know..." Hidan fingered his lip ring. Kakuzu slowed to a stop and Hidan looked out his window just in time to see Neji disappear a little too excitedly into the house.
"Leave your earrings in. And those," Kakuzu instructed, gesturing to the eyebrow piercing and the lip ring. Hidan gave him a look that was crossed between horrified and confused, 'he can't be friggin' serious!'
"As long as you're honest, and just be yourself – besides your swearing – it should go smoothly. You know as well as I do that Hinata adores that lip ring."
Hidan pouted at Kakuzu then got out of the car, Kakuzu calling after him, "good luck," before driving away. Hidan hurried across the street and froze at the door.
'Don't be a coward. Raise your damn fist and knock.'
He took one last steadying breath, and knocked on the door. There was a short argument from inside, and finally someone pulled open the door.
They stared at each other.
Hidan knew that he was blushing – he could feel the heat rising to his face – but he had never known that something so formal could make innocent Hinata look so, so not innocent.
'My innocent Hinata,' he thought fiercely, surprised at how possessive the tone in his mind sounded.
Hinata's kimono was a rich wine purple with silver swans embroidered at the bottom, swimming in a pond of sorts. There were smaller "m" shaped birds flying away in the sky. The collar of her under kimono was a pale lavender, like her eyes. Her obiage was almost black; a very dark purple. The obi itself was a lighter purple and the obijime was a creamy color, with some gold in it. He glanced down at her sleeves to see that the inner part of her kimono was a metallic purple.
Hidan was unaware of the photographer that was taking snapshots of the two. He vaguely registered that Neji and Hiashi were dressed similarly to him, and that Hanabi was almost as elaborately dressed as Hianta. He rose his eyes to her face, finally seeing it this time, instead of staring through it when she opened the door. His breath caught in his throat.
There was a thin layer of purple eyeshadow on her eyelids, silver glitter across her eyelashes. Hidan could see that she had some powder on her face; a dash of blush and lip gloss. Her bangs were left as usual, the rest of her hair brought up in a bun on top of her head, secured by a simple sparkling silver clamp. Her long fringes were left to frame her face.
Hinata reached toward him, and Hidan took a step forward.
--
When she opened the door, Hinata didn't know what to expect. Upon seeing Hidan she couldn't believe her eyes.
His eyes, she noticed, were wide like hers and she could see more clearly in the light of the setting sun that, though his eyes were violet, there were dashes of magenta in them. His silver hair was completely slicked back, leaving no stray hairs with a thought at being defiant. He'd kept all his piercings in, and she glanced at the lip ring in appreciation at that fact. She would be sure to make that clear later.
'H-Hidan... my Hidan...' she stared into his eyes until he looked down - seemingly unaware of the photographer - at her attire. Hinata, on the other hand, was a bit too aware of the man. She wanted Hidan to gather her up in his arms and hide her from the camera, but her eyes were too distracted by how his shoulders filled out his black silk haori. She guessed that the circle with the upside-down triangle in it was his family crest.
The color of his under kimono startled her, since traditionally it would be black. His was white and contrasted nicely against his skin and the rest of his attire. She took note of the necklace around his neck, the silver standing out against the black of his kimono. His obi – black, like everything else – had a slight bulge at the right hip, and Hinata could see the top of the sensu poking out.
She swallowed lightly, the clicking of the camera finally getting to her head. She reached for Hidan and he stepped forward into her grasp.
Hinata wrapped her fingers in his haori and tugged so he came through the door frame further, and finally she had coaxed him in far enough for Neji to be able to sneak behind him and close the door. Hinata clung to Hidan, blushing madly, 'that ph-photographer is h-having too m-much f-fun.'
Hinata noticed that Hidan was exchanging a look with her father, and she looked up when Hidan said, "Hinata?"
He brought a hand up to her face, stroking her cheek gently with his thumb before leaning down and kissed her.
Right in front of her father.
Though blushing till her face glowed red, she slipped her tongue out of her mouth to slide it over Hidan's lower lip, grazing the cold lip ring. Hidan shuddered a little and then pulled away.
'P-pulling away before t-tempted to g-go further, Hidan?' she wondered, gazing up at him. He smiled at her, like he'd heard her thought, and took her hand, finally going over to the floor table – surrounded by plush, comfortable cushions – and sat across from Hiashi. Her father's gaze was intense, expression unreadable. This made Hinata grip Hidan's hand more tightly, and eventually they interlocked fingers.
She remembered when this had happened with Sasuke. She remembered that it hadn't gone as well as she had hoped. Hinata prayed that this would go better, 'a lot better.'
--
Hiashi had watched the exchange with a hawk's eye. He knew that the photographer was bothering Hinata – 'maybe that was a bit much' – but Hidan seemed unfazed by the other presence; his focus was solely Hinata. With Sasuke, it had been the same and yet... different. There had been a certain forwardness that Sasuke had let off, and right now it seemed that Hidan was waiting for Hinata to permit him entrance. This interested Hiashi.
'The little I know of him all points to that he should be at least be a little bit disrespectful. Of course, this could also be because I'm here. Taking into consideration, however, what Hinata has said about him, he is respectful. How odd this young man is; indeed, I can't wait to find out more.'
He gave the photographer a signal, and the man backed off. Hiashi exchanged a look with Hidan, 'show me, Hidan. Show me how brave you really are,' and Hidan had looked down at Hinata – the photographer perked up, hands tightening on the camera – and asked, "Hinata?"
When Hiashi's daughter looked up, Hidan kissed her. Now, that was definitely some guts. Hiashi gave a slight nod, and observed how the kiss was gentle and sweet, but he could have sworn that Hinata had pushed the kiss a little bit. However, Hiashi let that slide.
When the two sat down in front of him, hand in hand, he noticed that Hinata had taken on a fearful expression. He knew that this was probably from the previous experience with Sasuke when he had come, 'but that was mostly my fault. I should apologize to her about that sometime.'
Hiashi straightened, "well, I suppose this is a more proper meeting than before, Hidan."
Hidan nodded and mumbled, "indeed," Hiashi watched as his fingers interlocked with Hinata's. He regarded his daughter, 'she must really like him.'
Taking a breath, Hiashi asked the question that he figured Hidan would have some difficulties answering, "I think you already know what this is about. You'll tell me about your past, won't you, Hidan?"
Hiashi was pretty sure, in any other situation, Hidan would have sworn and chomped down on his lower lip. However, Hidan's lips pressed into a straight line instead.
"I had a pleasant past until I was ten."
Hiashi and Neji perked up, Hanabi resting her head on her arms on the table. Hinata leaned into Hidan, resting a hand lightly on his chest. He glanced at her before continuing, "my parents, they're good parents, don't get me wrong. They loved me; still do. But when I was ten they kind of... forgot I even existed, seriously. They would be gone at twelve in the afternoon and home by two in the morning. I hated being alone, but they didn't seem to care. Well," he looked a little thoughtful at this point, and finally looked up at Hiashi, "my mom cared, but my dad wanted all her attention.
"She would come into my room when they got home and apologize softly for being gone so late, before givin' me a little kiss. That always helped me sleep. But eventually, I'd had enough. After they got home one night, and after mom had given me that little kiss, I got up, packed a suitcase, grabbed my little box," Hidan smiled like it was a fond memory, "and high-tailed it out of the house. Scribbled a note for them too; pretty sure it made my mom cry like crazy, seriously."
He paused, tilting his head at Hiashi. Hiashi quirked an eyebrow, "your mother didn't seem to be drunk when she came home then."
Hinata had never given her father such a disapproving look before, 'oh. Shouldn't have mentioned that.'
Hidan shrugged, "my dad was the one who came home drunk."
"Ah. Continue."
Hidan hesitated, then began, "I guess you could say I kinda' stole from them, but I took a wad of money," upon seeing Neji's expression Hiashi watched as Hidan gave Neji a "well duh" face. It made Hiashi smile a little.
"I had to get from point A to point B, and I needed to have money to do that didn't I? My family wasn't poor; we just acted like we were, seriously. Anyway, I got on the train and just waited around on a seat. I heard the speaker say "Konoha" so I got off," Hidan shrugged, "I sat around at the station for a few hours, and then Kakuzu found me."
"Kakuzu?" Hiashi asked, 'Sasuke mentioned something about Kakuzu a while back...'
Hidan's face paled a little, "well... I – I won't lie to you but... I'm in the same gang as Itachi. More for the companionship than anything else, though, honest. So, like, Kakuzu looked after me till I was sixteen and got a job. My parents found out where I was and got my number – still don't know how the heck they got it – and my mom calls me practically everyday. Which is why I go home early sometimes."
"Go home early?" Hiashi just loved picking out things that made Hidan uncomfortable. Hidan blanched at this, and took a breath before saying, "my mom calls at lunch, so I'll run home sometimes and miss fifth period... she talks a lot," and Hiashi could see that Hidna wasn't trying to blame her, "I mean, I've told her a million times 'call me at eight, call me at eight' but then I'll remember that she's usually at the club with dad – where he's wasting his money away – until two. So she can't. Twelve's the only time she can call."
"What days does she usually call on?" Hiashi asked, 'my, he is an interesting boy!'
"Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. Sometimes Sundays, but she knows I have work so... yeah. I usually call her on Sunday."
Hiashi's eyebrows flew up at this, but he made no comment. He noticed how his daughter was staring at Hidan with an emotion in her eyes that he couldn't quite read, 'she hasn't learned much about his past, either. Interesting, very interesting.'
"So they begged me to come back home, but I didn't want to 'cause... I didn't want to be influenced and ruin my life that way..."
Hiashi smiled at him, "and now you're here. Where you are now because of that. I appreciate your honesty. Now," Neji and Hanabi stood before going into the kitchen, "she worked hard, I'll have you know."
Hidan's violet eyes turned to Hinata, "you can cook?" there was surprise in his voice. Hinata nodded, and snuggled against him. Hidan blushed lightly, looking away.
"You brought other clothes, right?"
"He gave them t-to me on W-Wednesday, f-father. That b-black bag I brought home? T-that was them."
"Ah. You know, she has been very tempted to open it. So tempted, in fact, that we had to hide it in Neji's closet."
Hinata pouted as Hanabi and Neji returned with the food and set the steaming dishes down on the table before returning to their seats.
"Now," Hiashi let a schemeing tone slip into his voice, "let us eat."
He caught Hidan's "oh gawds he's planned something hasn't he?" expression before the silver haired boy reached around Hinata with one arm. It was cute, watching Hidan try to eat but having Hinata feed him. Hiashi couldn't help laughing, and he watched as Hidan's face slowly turned red.
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Hinata currently sat on the couch wearing white jeans and a white halter neck, watching Hidan stomp around. Her father, Neji and Hanabi had just left, and Hinata couldn't believe that her father was doing this to Hidan.
"Well, we'll be leaving now," Hiashi said, rising. Hidan stared at him, "what?"
The smile on her father's face made Hinata a little furious; how long did her father plan to make Hidan suffer?
"Neji, Hanabi and I are going to a hotel in the center of Konoha for three days. You two get to stay here. This is all part of my diabolical plan!" hearing her father actually say that made Hinata gasp. Hidan's expression was very tight, and as soon as the car had driven away and the photographer had left Hidan leapt to his feet and exclaimed, "oh that scheming bastard! Argh!" and Hidan had effectively attacked the door. Hinata had merely stared at him, not at all surprised or offended that he had called her father a bastard. She stood and shakily hurried up the stairs, letting Hidan vent and changing into different, more casual clothes, letting her hair down and taking her make-up off.
Hidan had finally stopped pacing and was sitting next to her, one strap of his tank top falling off his shoulder. She pushed it back up and he grabbed her wrist – gently – and brought her hand to his mouth. She blushed as he pressed his lips to the back of her hand, turning his head from side to side so his lips brushed lightly over her hand.
"Left us alone for no damn good reason at all," his violet eyes caught hers, and again Hinata was distracted by the dashes of magenta in them.
"H-Hidan..." she sputtered, pulling at her hand. He tightened his grip for a split second before he released her wrist. Hinata pulled her hand away slowly, 'w-what d-does he m-mean?'
Hidan turned toward her, then moved forward rather quickly. She braced her arms behind her, closing her eyes ever so slightly, her lips quivering, his chest pressing lightly against her breasts. He had braced her arms on either side of her hips, putting his whole weight onto his arms. The bridge of his nose touched hers, "we're alone, Hinata. In case you haven't fucking noticed. Alone, and your dad fucking did it on purpose."
"H-Hidan, he d-didn't d-do it on p-purpose," she insisted, scooting back just a little. She didn't like the look in his eyes but at the same time the look made her giddy. She was startled to realize that she wanted something to happen.
'Two and a half m-months,' she closed her eyes and Hidan took the hint. His lips moved against hers for a moment, then he pulled away by a millimeter. She coughed lightly and he smiled before sitting up straight. It was nine already but Hinata wasn't tired. Without a word she took Hidan's hand, pulling him to his feet. She glanced at him and was pleased when he tensed in anticipation; she knew he'd seen the look in her eyes.
Going up the stairs and into the hall, Hinata led Hidan toward her room. She paused by the door, then thought better of it, 'not big enough...'
She continued down the hall and had to drag Hidan into the guest room.
"Hinata, what -?!" she pushed him roughly against the door she had just closed, her hands fisted tightly in his shirt, bunching it together. She glanced down at his stomach, admiring the way his abs constricted. She brought her eyes back up to his face; saw the amount of control that he was exerting. It was nearly pitch black in the room, the window offering only the light from the stars.
"This... t-this is w-where you're s-s-s-supposed to s-sleep," she wished that she hadn't stuttered while saying that. No matter now though. Tugged at his shirt, bringing his head down. She communicated her intentions clearly – there was no need for words.
There was a certain reluctance in the way he brought his hand up to the back of her neck, fingering the tie of her halter neck. He licked her neck once, then lifted his head to stare relentlessly down into her eyes. She shivered, her grip on his shirt tightening.
He licked her lips and she opened them, her tongue sticking out a little. He licked her tongue before pressing his open mouth to hers. She moaned, releasing his shirt and pushing her hands under his shirt instead. He stepped forward and she felt his muscles contract and twitch under her touch. She pushed her hands higher, his shirt riding up with her arms. He pulled away and Hinata ended up pushing his shirt over his head and off.
A second later her halter joined his shirt on the floor, and the parts of their bodies that touched – Hinata silently cursed her bra – made Hinata shake. Hidan was unfazed, his large hands pressing against the sides of her thighs, pulling her harder against his body. She responded almost too eagerly to his hard kisses, hands in his hair and on his neck and over his shoulders.
Once Hidan pushed her down onto the bed – not breaking their heated kiss – she felt defenseless and vulnerable. Hinata was sure he would take advantage of it but he didn't. She smoothed her hands across his chest before he pressed down on her fully, her thoughts distracted, 'he has a nice chest...'
She trailed her fingernails along his sides, making him shiver and breathe in deeply with his nose. He pulled away, both gasping for breath and staring at each other. Her hands twitched against his back. He shook his head before muttering, "damn," and lowering his lips to hers again; more passion, less aggression. More slowly, making her moan and whine and mewl; a tango of the tongues; a waltz.
Both their bodies had broken out into a light sweat. Neither cared though - showers could wait until morning. It was going so smoothly, she decided. It was the right place, the right time, the bed was comfortable...
He reached down with his hand and touched her there again, but this time – this time, she didn't flinch or gasp or turn away. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at him, shaking.
If he could have, Hinata realized that Hidan would have slammed his fists against the wall. Instead he pushed them into the bed and gripped the fabric tightly. Hinata gazed up at him confused, "Hidan...?"
"I – I can't, I just can't..." he stared at her guiltily, "not you; not yet. Damn it."
He got up and strode out of the room, Hinata struggling to sit up.
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"Hidan!?" he heard her cry after him, but he didn't reply. Not with temptation that close. He walked into the bathroom, turned on the water and splashed it – icy cold – all over his face. He leaned against the counter, hands flexing, 'calm down, damn it, calm down.'
After splashing the cold water onto his face a few more times he dried off his face and walked back to the guest room. Hinata had curled up, hugging her knees to herself.
'Maybe I should have replied... shit...' he nibbled on his lip, spinning the lip ring. He hurried over to the bed after closing the door again and uncurled Hinata. She looked close to tears, her lower lip sticking out.
"Hey, baby, don't cry. Don't cry, Hinata," he cooed, pulling her against his chest. She threw her arms around him, clutching him tightly.
"S-s-s -" but Hidan wouldn't let her finish that word, so he quickly tipped up her chin and kissed her. She sighed, fingers skimming the back of his neck, just under his hair. That made him shiver. They eventually had to separate for air, pressing their foreheads together.
"W-why?" she asked; he knew what she meant, and straightened, bringing a hand up to caress her cheek.
"I'm not going to take your innocence away from you, Hinata. It's worth it to wait. My parents regret not waiting, seriously," at this Hinata's eyes went wide and he chuckled sadly, "yeah, you heard me. My mom was probably fourteen when she had me; dad was eighteen. She's thirty-two now. Still really young."
Hinata just stared at him and he stared at her, 'dunno, maybe I should tell her dad about that...'
He would've continued talking but Hinata silenced him the same way he silenced her. He released a short "mm" from the back of his throat and when she pulled back he said, "alright, alright. I'll shut up, seriously."
She smiled and pulled him down, "I w-w-want to s-sleep now," she informed him. He grinned – she sounded awfully cute when she was tired. She curled up against his chest and he pulled the blankets up, stroking her face gently before letting his arm drop over her waist.
Well? did you like it? Hee hee, I liked it. Poor Hidan *pets him* he has to go through so much temptation for Hinata! Will be continued next chapter. Do know though, that I'll be in Vietnam while writing it. XD. So I'll get it up in exactly a week. AND BECAUSE I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH, here's a sneak peak at what's happening next chapter =D
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Chapter 8: It's not over
The doctors began to wheel him away, his hand being pulled out of hers. Her lips were quivering, her eyes lachrymose.
"Baby, it's okay. I'm gonna' make it through this, and I'm gonna' go to university. I love you," even though his voice was hoarse he still spoke, because she was that important to him.
Her tears were already streaming down her cheeks, "I love you. I love you too."
He gave her a pained smile before his hand was pulled completely out of hers, and the doctors rushed him into the emergency room. She fell to her knees, both hands covering her mouth, her eyes shut tight against the rivers that flowed down her cheeks.
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please, don't hate me for that xD