(Annnd here's chapter 1! I'll try to upload a new chapter every week, if possible. Oh and uh... the Akatsuki partners are mixed up. P I'll explain more next chapter.)

The teen Vampire wandered around an old, abandoned construction site, tossing the packet of cigarettes in the air. Any other day he would've been pleased with himself, but he knew that the store owner had noticed. He stopped suddenly and scowled out at the water of the harbor, the place the construction site was nearest to, 'what the heck am I waiting around for? I should be gone already...' he frowned and then sighed, and was about to make a quick escape when a white headlight caught him. He sprinted past the car as it came to a screeching stop.

"Damn. Ain't no way I'm getting away with this now," he growled, jumping over two support beams that created an 'x', "I really know how to get myself into trouble, seriously," he watched the other cars as they came to a stop around the other one, out of which stepped two men. He squinted, and then banged his head lightly against a metal beam. He recognized one of them as the Slayer captain, Thatch. He recognized Raptor, another Slayer captain, who stepped out of a different cruiser. If he didn't know better he would've thought that Raptor was a Vampire; the man was too smooth in his movements. The rest of the men were, he guessed, normal cops.

"They just don't use their lights anymore," he noted, chuckling a little.

Police officers cautiously stepped out of their cruisers after the Slayers gave a signal that it was safe, for the moment. A few of them pulled out hand guns, and the smell of nervousness reached the teen's nose.

'Only the Slayers know I'm behind and above them, watching,' so he flipped off his perch and landed in front of them, right in the light. From his crouched position he turned his head and heard one of the officers swallow loudly before Thatch pulled out a small, glowing dagger. The weapon would burn the Vampire's skin if it made contact.

The teen grinned then, exposing his gleaming teeth and sharp fangs. His bright violet eyes glimmered with anticipation and a strand of his silver hair hung across his forehead. The bunny hug he wore had a signal red cloud in the center of it, on the front. He examined the cops before sighing.

"Aw, fuck."

Thatch merely watched when the teen bolted off to the right. He scowled at the other officers as they fired aimless shots at him.

"You'll never hit him. He's a Vampire; I've dealt with him before. Name's Hidan."

The others looked at him.

"Really, Captain Thatch? You've dealt with a Vampire before?" a cop called out as Thatch calmly stalked in the direction Hidan had gone. Raptor gazed after him, unperturbed. Sometimes Thatch hated the fact that nothing really bothered Raptor, but that's what made the man a good Slayer.

"I've dealt with several. The only reason why I'm still on the force is because I'm a Slayer," he ducked under a beam. Raptor followed him, and, not wanting to hang around with a Vampire on the loose, the other cops hastily followed.

"So why don't you kill him sir?"

Thatch was silent for a few moments. He stopped next to a beam and tapped the dagger thoughtfully against it.

"Slayers and Vampires have an... understanding right now. I can't attack a Vampire without risking all of your lives. And if I kill Hidan," Thatch threw the dagger at a black cat. It hissed and trotted away, "he'll definitely kill me."

The other cops shuddered at the mere indication to him, the Prince of the Vampires. No one really knew what the relationship between the two were, but Thatch had a sinking feeling that it may be Hidan's father, who had been killed before the agreement had made. Thatch walked toward the dagger and bent over to scoop it up. He turned sharply when footsteps sounded off to his right.

"Comin' ta get me, Thatch?" Hidan's mocking voice called out. The cops looked around nervously, pointing their guns in every direction. Raptor squinted in the light the cruisers provided before nodding at an opening that led out to the water. Clearly, if he could, Hidan would make a break for the water. There would be no catching him then. Thatch tapped his dagger thoughtfully against his chin, regarding Hidan's relaxed silhouette.

'Maybe I should just let him go. I could tell from that cashier's voice that he was sure it was a Vampire that had been in his store. Humans aren't so stupid as to look at the blood cigarette section,' he sighed, and let duty take over instead of common sense, "I was hoping you would be more co-operative, Hidan."

Laughter reverberated around them.

"You want me to co-operate with you, filthy Slayer?"

"Yes, I do."

Hidan's silhouette walked toward them and out of the shadows, spreading his arms.

"Okay. I'll co-op with ya, bastard."

Thatch sighed and rubbed his forehead, "hands behind your head boy." Hidan did so, but not quietly, like Thatch had hoped, "the hell's the point of this anyway? If anything you should be putting friggin' duct tape over my mouth or something. Seriously, you guys could be -"

"Quiet, Hidan."

" - dead as soon as you get over here. I have fangs. I'm not afraid to use them."

"Shut up."

"Make me, bastard."

"... you've already fed," Thatch commented, approaching the teen. Hidan cocked an eyebrow, "how can you be sure of that?"

Thatch froze, "you kill them, I have a valid reason to kill you."

Hidan huffed and made a face as though to say he felt insulted that Thatch thought he would kill a human just for a bit of blood. Suddenly he was in front of Thatch instantly, hands still locked behind his head. Thatch pressed the dagger against Hidan's throat instinctively. A sizzling sound was heard followed by a hiss from Hidan. The Vampire's skin was being burned by the blade. Hidan looked him evenly in the eye; he was as tall as Thatch.

"Don't forget your son goes to my damn school, Shikaku," Hidan reminded him, using his name, "wonder what'll happen to your kid -"

"Continue and I'll -!"

"And you'll what?" Hidan challenged, smiling triumphantly. Shikaku glared. Raptor took an uncertain step toward the pair.

"Captain Thatch...?" the other Slayer's tone was cautious, and in Hidan's mind, too smooth and pretty. Shikaku grabbed Hidan by his shirt collar and started dragging him toward the cruisers.

"Get in the cruiser, kid."

"Why don't you just -?" Hidan protested. Shikaku jerked him forward violently.

"In the cruiser."

"But -!"

"Now, Hidan!"

"Fine, fine. Sheesh," Hidan muttered. Shikaku released him and watched him stalk toward a car he knew all too well. 'How many times have I been in this thing? Some freakin' huge number like, fifty or somethin'... Hidan's thoughts trailed off. He caught a glimpse of some stars in the sky. They were a rare sight, so he stopped stalking and stared up at them.

'You up there, dad?'

Someone abruptly jerked his arms down from the back of his head.

"Shit!" Hidan yelped, turning his head sharply. He narrowed his eyes at Shikaku.

"These again? I'll break these shackles like I did last time."

"Huh," Shikaku grabbed Hidan's hair and yanked his head back before slamming the teen against

the side of the cruiser, "you'll leave my son alone... if you do anything to him..."

Hidan grinned viciously, "it's not what I'd do to him. I wouldn't fuckin' touch him. It's what he'd do."

Shikaku growled and shoved Hidan into the backseat.

Red smoke billowed into the air as a Vampire walked calmly through the halls of the stagnant smelling prison. Any other day he would've sent one of his friends, but he had to make his presence known eventually. It wasn't like he was trying to disobey his Prince, but Shikaku was really starting to get on his nerves. The Slayer was too used to old customs, like Vampires listening to everything the Slayers said. The argument had ended along the lines of the Vampire saying, "times have changed, Shikaku. Get used to it. We aren't your slaves."

He approached the front desk, his eyes keeping a steady gaze on the receptionist. The woman behind the counter looked up and squinted at this bunny hug clad character walking toward her. The first thing she noticed was the cigarette.

"Hey, no smoking in -" the color of the smoke dawned on her, and she changed her mind, "never mind. Uh... you're here for -?"

"Hidan," came the smooth reply before she could finish asking her question. She glared at him. He had never been down here before, it had always been someone else. As he waited for her to digest the situation he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and blew red smoke into her face. She blinked, surprised to find that the smoke smelled sweet. She did cough a little though, when she inhaled the smoke. Then she remembered who he was here for and her expression clouded.

"Why would someone like you waste your time on that piece of -"

"Say it, and I'll snap your neck," the Vampire growled, a big hand closing around her neck. His grip wasn't tigth but it still frightened the woman a little. He knew she wasn't scared of him, even as she nodded and in a shaky voice said, "let - let me get C-Captain Thatch for you."

He chuckled and released her neck, sticking the cigarette back in his mouth, "that coward again?"

She tried to keep scowling at him, but the smile crept across her lips anyway as she turned and picked up the phone on the table behind her. She, the Vampire had learned from friends, didn't really like Shikaku. The reason they had decided on was because her boyfriend was a Vampire, and she didn't like the way Shiakaku treated the Vampires. She pressed a number and as she waited she asked, a little nervously, "so, who were those other guys who kept on coming down to bail him out?"

"Cronies. I came this time 'cause I felt like I had to make my presence known."

She giggled lightly. Into the phone she said, "Captain Thatch... someone's here to... yes, for him. Okay," she turned back to the Vampire, who was now leaning against the desk, "he's coming."

Brisk footsteps came to an abrupt stop.

"You -!" a startled voice called. Shikaku stared at the hooded man in disbelief.

"Yes, me, Shikaku," the Vampire said with a dramatic voice, like he was on a stage. The receptionist stifled her laughter. He knew that she knew he was just trying to make up for scaring her.

The Captain took a breath, "what do you want?"

"A stupid question. You have someone that belongs to me. I highly recommend you give him back."

"And if I don't?" a bluff.

"I'll spill some guts and see how many Slayers I can kill before the Government sends in a Squad," Shikaku paled as the Vampire grinned, baring his teeth, "or maybe someone else will pay the price, eh, Shikaku?"

"Leave my son out of this you leech!" Shikaku roared. The Vampire tilted his head.

"How many times have I told you my name, Slayer? At least I'm making a damn good effort to be polite."

"... Kisame."

"That's better," Kisame said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and crushing it in his fist.

"So it's you who always bails him out?"

"I'm rich."

Shikaku made a face. Kisame pushed the hood off his head, his blue skin glistening in the dim light. He ran a big hand through his dark blue tresses, spiking them up.

"Well?" he asked, his bright blue eyes glittering the same way as Hidan's.

"I'll go get him," Shikaku sighed, defeated. He nodded to the receptionist before turning on his heel and heading back down the hallway. He turned left and stopped at the second cell, glaring at the captive inside. Hidan grinned at him and stood.

"Lucky fiend," he growled under his breath as he opened the door. Hidan brushed past him and walked right into Kisame's chest. He stepped back before slipping the packet of cigarettes into Kisame's pocket. The shark-like Vampire frowned slightly and raised an eyebrow as Hidan continued down the hall. He stared at the younger Vampire's back before following.

"I hope I don't have to come back here, Shikaku... Hidan."

Hidan stiffened and stopped walking. Kisame stopped once he was standing directly behind his

ward. He rested his hand on Hidan's head.

"We'll be going, then," Kisame said off-handedly. Blue light consumed the two before they disappeared. Shikaku held up his hand when Raptor's group of Slayer's came dashing in.

"They were just leaving boys. No need to be alarmed."

Raptor nodded before shooing his men away.

"I could've given you money for these."

"I like surprising you."

"Me being surprised isn't worth going to jail for," Kisame argued, flipping over on the bed. Hidan looked up from his books. He sat at one of the only pieces of furniture in his room besides the chair he occupied, the couch and the bed: his desk. He had books from school strewn all over the top.

"They throw me in jail 'cause I'm a friggin' Vamp. I should get community service for that," Hidan muttered, looking down at his book again. He expected Kisame to say - again - that the cops couldn't do that because nobody ever knew when a Vampire might feel the need to feed on a human's blood. Sure, regular food did it's part in making the Vampires fit in, but they needed blood to survive. Instead Kisame sighed and pushed off the bed, shuffling over to Hidan's chair. He glanced over his ward's shoulder.

"You're going to ace that test, Hidan."

"Never hurts to study."

Kisame lowered his head and breathed against Hidan's neck. A small smile appeared on his lips when Hidan shuddered but it quickly faded. The area of skin around Hidan's throat looked raw, and Kisame was surprised he hadn't noticed earlier. He wondered why the cops hadn't searched Hidan for what he had stole, and it registered in the back of Kisame's mind that the cops were too afraid.

"Why study?" he asked, pretending not to notice the burn mark.

"I have nothing better to do."

Kisame abruptly picked him up and threw him into the nearest wall, which was, in actuality, quite far away. Hidan flipped in mid-air and ricocheted off the wall. He had been expecting that. It was Kisame's way of saying, "hey, I'm bored, spar with me", which Hidan did happily. He found himself quickly pinned to the floor, however, by Kisame's body. His head was pushed forcibly back, his neck exposed.

"So, where'd you get this burn from, and why didn't you heal it, oh healer of mine."

Hidan tried to talk but the only word he could get out was "I..." before Kisame rested a hand against his throat. The salt from Kisame's skin burned his throat. Hidan struggled.

"Shit, Kisame that hurts!"

"Of course it hurts," Kisame stated. He pressed Hidan down and lowered his head. Hidan's eyes widened briefly.

Kisame licked the edge of the wound, dry blood settling on his tongue, watching Hidan out of the corner of his eye. Hidan's reaction was easily predicted; he healed the wound. Kisame flipped off of him before closing his hand around the hilt of Samehada, which then appeared in a flicker of light.

"Get that scythe you've been saying you got. I intend..." Kisame averted his eyes and thought for a moment,"...to inflict great pain upon you!"

"Sure you do," Hidan agreed, waving a hand. He rose and leaned against the wall, holding his scythe defensively in front of his chest. Kisame grinned.

"You think that's going to keep you safe?"

Samehada embedded itself in the wall where Hidan had been standing.

"Why would I think something like that?" Hidan called, laughing slightly.

"Because you're the defensive type," Kisame whispered in Hidan's ear. Hidan gasped and looked to the side before he was slammed forward. Hidan managed to land flat on his feet and he launched himself off to the side before Kisame could get to him, whipping off the bunny hug. No point in getting it damaged and then having to explain to everyone that he and Kisame got into a "friendly fight". Kisame mimicked his action.

They glared at each other for a moment. Kisame always won spars and worse the older Vampire knew it. Hidan didn't like losing. Kisame knew that too. He liked making Hidan lose. Either way it was a win-win situation on Kisame's part. Hidan blew white light out of his mouth, startling and blinding Kisame temporarily. Kisame ducked then pivoted to the right, avoiding the scythe both times. He grit his teeth, snarling. Kisame had never fought Hidan with the scythe before. He didn't know how skilled his little healer was with it. This time, it would be trial and error on Kisame's part.

They clashed in the middle of the room, Hidan managing to keep Kisame from pushing him back. Kisame smiled a bit; they were equally matched.

Kisame morphed into water and Hidan wisely attached himself to the ceiling. His eyebrow twitched before he dropped to the ground. Water erupted around him.

"Go figure," he muttered under his breath. Now he was wet. He whipped around, his scythe almost piercing Kisame through the side. The shark stared worriedly at the scythe, even though he had blocked it with his huge sword. Hidan smiled before yanking his weapon back toward his body.

Kisame let himself get pulled toward Hidan. He laughed at Hidan's 'I hate you' expression before he let the momentum carry him right into his ward. Hidan went flying back while Kisame regained his balance. Kisame hefted Samehada onto his shoulder and scrutinized Hidan, who was leaning against the wall and breathing rather heavily.

"You've been spending all your time with school work haven't you?" Kisame asked, slowly moving toward Hidan. He couldn't believe the healer was sweating already. Sure, he had gotten wet because of the water blast but Kisame could tell the difference between sweat and water. And Hidan was sweating. Kisame's fist connected with the wall next to Hidan's head, showering both men with pieces of rubble. Blood trickled out of the cracks and dripped off of Kisame's knuckles when he pulled it away from the wall. Hidan rammed into him, throwing him off balance. The staff of the scythe hit Kisame's legs and he would've hit the floor if he hadn't somersaulted backwards. He blocked Hidan's next attack and noted that Hidan was rather unsure with the large weapon. His movements were slow - slow but powerful.

Hidan was surprised that they managed to spar in his room at all. Sure, it was a large room, but there was no way it could've been large enough to allow them the space.

'Maybe we're just used to fighting in here by now', Hidan reasoned, pivoting to his left to avoid Samehada. Kisame's back was to the wall opposite the bed. Cornered was something Kisame did not like being. Samehada came out in front of him and Hidan quickly turned to his side.

The look on Kisame's face when the sword shaved off the skin on Hidan's arm made the silver haired Vampire worry. He noted that Kisame's eyes were wider than normal, his mouth open slightly.

Blood splattered all over the wall as Hidan's scythe blades pinned Kisame there; one blade through his chest, one through his stomach and one in the wall. Kisame dropped Samehada, his hands going limp.

"Shit. Kisame, what was that?" Hidan demanded, running a hand lightly over his bloody arm. Kisame stared at him for a moment, in a daze.

"I was afraid I..." Kisame's voice trailed off and his head drooped. Hidan reached forward with his uninjured arm and grabbed Kisame's chin, forcing him to look up.

"The hell? Kisame, if a Slayer found that out... man, the only thing they'd have to do is threaten my life and bam! you'd be all co-operative and shit."

Kisame sighed and leaned his head back so that his chin came out of Hidan's hand. They stared at each other in silence until Kisame coughed up some blood.

"Oh... right..."

Hidan jerked the scythe out of Kisame, tugged off what was left of his destroyed shirt, and pressed a hand to either wound. It took a few minutes but both of the wounds closed up securely. Once that was done Hidan turned his attention to his own arm. Kisame merely watched him before he decided to do something about all the blood on the wall. Hidan wiped the back of his hand over his forehead. Kisame rested a hand on his shoulder, then glanced at the clock on the desk. It read, in green neon lights, 11:30 PM. Hidan's care-taker still wasn't back yet.

"Hidan."

"Hm?" came a sleepy reply.

"Why isn't Kurenai home yet?"

Hidan frowned and looked away, "she's... doing business..."

Kisame muttered a soft 'oh' before removing his hand from Hidan's shoulder. Hidan walked over to the desk and switched off the lamp, which plunged the room into temporary darkness. Music drifted into the room through the walls, neon lights flashing outside the window. Kisame vaguely remembered being told there was a club next door.

Hidan lay down on the bed, exhausted from sparring and healing; it took a lot out of him. Kisame's weight abruptly settled on top of him. Hidan let out a startled laugh and Kisame chuckled.

"You know, any normal human would think we were gay, seriously."

"Bah, let them think. Mortals don't understand Vampiric relations."

"Konan does. Sakura does too."

"Mm, and so do Slayers, Hidan."

Hidan sighed, turning his head to the side. He remembered when he was a kid, when his dad would let him sleep on his chest. Those were always comforting memories, compared to what Hidan had now. Kisame rolled off of him and propped his head up on his hand, his elbow making a dent in the mattress. Hidan curled into a slight ball, causing Kisame to run a hand through Hidan's hair lovingly.

The action made Hidan screw his eyes shut. It reminded him too much of his father. In his mind Hidan saw him and he clung desperately to that image until Kisame's voice finally penetrated into his thoughts, "I'm reminding you of your father, aren't I?"

Hidan bit his lip, "you are."

"I'll stop, then."

"No! Don't... just..." but words wouldn't make a sentence for him. So he curled up against Kisame's chest instead. Kisame pulled the covers over them both, since separating from Hidan when he was like this really wasn't going to help the teen get over his father's death. Hidan's mother had agreed to let Kisame be Hidan's keeper. After all, Kisame was - really - quite old. He and Hidan's father had been good friends. Hidan was only seventeen; both in Vampire and human terms, and There was only one reason that made Hidan's age explainable.

It was a reason Kisame didn't like to discuss, and was one that Hidan's mother had always tried to hide from everyone else when she was in the city.

And as Kisame stared at Hidan's tranquil face as the teen slept, he found it excruciatingly difficult to believe that Hidan was a half-breed.

(soo... how many of you thought that Hidan was getting the cigarettes for Kakuzu? xD!!)