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Chapter 7- Flame

The back room of the eatery was hardly a prepossessing backdrop, but in a spot away from what was once Yusuke and Ruriko, Mia couldn't believe what Hidan was doing.

"I can feel your eyes on me…" she mumbled when he drew away from the kiss, her face red.

Before she knew it, he had her pinned to the floor and he sunk down to kiss her again. Having never had any sort of contact like this, Mia was naïve to the longings within her. This childishness made her feel ashamed, and Hidan could sense her tension. He drew back, quivering above her.

"You've gone shy?" he questioned, half-smiling.

"No!" she replied indignantly, but he clearly sensed the uncertainty in her voice.

"I won't rush into anything, if that's what you're thinking." He smirked. "Besides, you probably wouldn't know what you were doing, when you were doing it."

"I'm not that ignorant!"

"Good to hear. Because there's plenty of things I'd like to do to you, Mia Hayashikan…Just tell me when you've had enough."

She felt herself blush, and her body grew warm. He lowered himself and pressed his hips to hers, stroking her face. Something stirred in her belly, which was in confused knots. More of his weight pressed down onto her and once again Hidan's lips were gracing her face, and then tracing lines down her neck, leaving trails of fire behind them. As he met her mouth again, she couldn't help but reach up and lace her tiny hands into his hair, attempting to hold him in place.

"That's it," he encouraged, breathless, and continued to kiss her but with a triumphant smirk.

This time, he darted his tongue into her mouth, exploring the inside, making a small noise escape from Mia. He laughed a low rumble in his chest. Mia couldn't help but think that this was a totally different Hidan to his normal persona. It was free, honest, but fiery and so him.

So she decided to reciprocate. She tentatively poked her tongue into his mouth, and he made a very human kind of noise and fought back. She felt oddly happy, knowing she had disarmed him, and caught his tongue, sucking on it like a baby.

"Mia!" he growled, briefly breaking off, before turning his attention to her neck once more, dashing more scorching kisses along her quivering skin. His hands wandered and roamed around her body, snaking up her thighs, and suddenly he pushed himself between her legs and her body tightened. He was knelt between her on the floor, hands exploring, mouth caressing. Mia's hands were still hopelessly entangled in his hair. He always groaned when she gave it a tug.

As a hand found its way to a new place, she finally relented to her brain which told her to say…

"Okay, stop."

He paused where he was, and immediately rolled over to be on his back beside her. They were both breathing like they'd run a marathon, and Mia instinctively reached out to hold his searing hand.

"Hidan…" she sighed.

"You're one hell of a girl," Hidan exclaimed. "Thank Jashin you told me to stop when I did, because otherwise there would have been consequences."

His shamelessly mischievous tone had her almost squirming from the way she heated up under its power. He smiled wider.

"You really get a kick out of seeing me like this, don't you?"

He snorted. "It's the Jashinist within me."

Hidan's advances may not have been any semblance of love, compassion or any of that. Desire, for sure, and curiosity, too. Nevertheless, as they left the bloody room in the eatery, Mia felt far more attached to him than she had before. She had to admit… she'd felt attached to him since she fist found him, in body bits buried underground, but this was stronger, and she'd never felt it before.

It must have taken a lot for him to finally show him a little of his true self, but it wasn't enough for her liking.

I have to be patient… she thought firmly, Give him some time to open up. Maybe he has feelings for me, maybe not… Ah, I don't know what in the world to do! Give me strength, if you're real, Lord Jashin!

It did no good overthinking this. She switched on her sunny smile and followed him from the town wordlessly, flitting inquisitively about just as she always had, and ignoring Hidan. He was acting like what they did was meaningless. And she thought it had great meaning. Bad combination, there.

"Are you going to tell me what the fucking problem is, Mia?" he came out with suddenly, a mile or so from town.

She stopped dead in her tracks and swivelled round. "Whatever are you saying?"

"You haven't said a word since we left town…"

"I wouldn't have thought that bothered you, you know, since you're focused on so much else." Mia couldn't help the note of thinly veiled resentment that snuck into her tone.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, it's fine!"

He sighed in frustration and stepped in front of her, forcing her to look directly at him. She turned stubbornly to the side.

"Man, Mia," he said, scratching the back of his head. "If you're that bothered about something, just tell me."

"Fine! It's because…B-because you're acting like what we did earlier meant nothing at all! You were fine while we were in there, and you just walked out like nothing had happened between us. I don't know what you're thinking. Hidan, I said I'd follow you to make your life less boring, right? Well, haven't I at least done that?"

He blinked, and his humoured expression died down.

"I never saw you this serious about something."

"Likewise. You were serious earlier."

He tensed. "Yeah, I guess. Ah, I'm sorry, Mia. Jashinists don't get to love, you know."

"And neither do orphaned immortal clan girls with hefty emotional baggage apparently." Her lips began to tremble, and before he could see her tears, she hurtled off into the forest, alone.