Disclaimer: If I owned this, Hidan would not be in a hole and...well...a lot of other stuff that's not there would be there :D
A/N: I'd like to thank DerangedLychan from DA for the idea of this chapter's title :D it was just corny enough for me to love it! I hope you enjoy this although it is rather short . I'm trying!
A/N 2:
"TOBI!" -talking
'Stroots is shamazing!' -thinking

Hidan stared above him at the wide eyes of Kakuzu. "Shit..." he muttered softly before grabbing the knife and quickly scrambling to stand up. "What are you doing here?" he asked softly, meeting Kakuzu's curious stare with his own frightened one.

"I honestly think you should answer that question," Kakuzu stated just as softly. He shifted his gaze to the boy's chest. There in the middle was that scar he noticed earlier. It was indeed the same thing that was sewn into his beret. It also had three deep gashes going across, with a steady flow of blood trailing a bright red path to his equally as bright pants. 'He has such slim hips...' Kakuzu startled at that thought and pushed it to the side in favor of figuring out what happened. "What the hell are you doing?"

Hidan shivered at the hardness of the masked boy's tone. He liked Kakuzu's voice. "I was just, uh, sitting here." Hidan looked down, finally averting his eyes from Kakuzu's now steady gaze. He knew the other boy wouldn't believe it, you would have to be an idiot if you did, but for some reason, Hidan didn't want this boy to make fun of him.

"You must have mistaken me for Tobi. He's the stupid one in our family," the other boy stated stoically, "You want to tell me what you were really doing?" Although it was a question, Hidan could here the demanding tone in his voice.

Hidan looked up pleadingly to Kakuzu. He really didn't want to say what he was doing. Not that he was ashamed, far from it. He didn't want to be sent away again. He had been moved so many times, he may as well be a sofa.

Kakuzu watched as the bloody boy's eyes seemed to glaze over in thought. He knew that look, though. People often told him he looked like that when he thought about his accident. Hidan was thinking back to something in his past. "Oi, Hidan. Look at me," he said, snapping his fingers near the smaller boy's face.

"Just call me the human sofa," Hidan said softly, looking at a spot just over Kakuzu's shoulder. Kakuzu followed his eyes and noted he was looking at a tree.

"Ok 'Human Sofa,' let's go clean you up before you get an infection," Kakuzu was about to turn when he saw the small boys eyes go wide. He looked again to see what had scared Hidan. Kakuzu immediately stepped in front of Hidan and began to take his shirt off when he saw the rest of the boys walk out of the front door. 'Thank god I decided to double up my shirts today' he thought as he pulled the sleeves down on his long-sleeve shirt. "Hidan, put this on. Now." Kakuzu tossed his discarded shirt at the bleeding boy.

Hidan stared up at Kakuzu with a questioning look. 'Why is he doing this? He just met me not even an hour ago...' As he thought of these things, he slipped the shirt over his head and shoved his arms through the sleeves. "Damn, this thing is fucking huge," he said softly, looking down at the shirt. It looked more like a small dress on him.

"What's up with you, Hidan?"

And here come all the questions...

"Why did you stalk out?"

"What did Konan say to you?"

"Why are you wearing Stitchy's shirt?"

"Why is there blood on you hand, un?"

"DOES HIDAN-KUN NEED A HUG?"

Hidan stood there looking from face to face as they all circled around him. He suddenly felt very...heavy. His legs buckled underneath him and he waited for the ground to meet his body, but it never came. Instead, he felt like he was floating. Darkness washed over him and he welcomed it with open arms.

Kakuzu-*
The onslaught of questions caught him off guard, but the complete silence behind him worried him more. As he turned, he was just in time to see Hidan's legs buckle under his body. Kakuzu was immediately beside him and holding him up.

"Dammit. Can you all just shut up?" Kakuzu asked as he held Hidan's limp body against him. He looked down at the boy's flushed face, his mouth was slightly parted.

"Dude, what the hell happened? And why is he wearing you shirt?" This was Kisame. The large boy was standing directly in front of Kakuzu now, looked down at Hidan's face with concern. Kakuzu looked around and saw that everyone there had the same confused look. With the exception of Tobi, that is. He was running around trying to get a good look at Hidan.

"Tobi. For the love of everything. Sit. Down." Kakuzu fixed Tobi with a glare that promised immense amounts of pain should he not comply. They hyperactive boy's running around was grating on Kakuzu's last nerve. Luckily, Tobi hid behind Sasori and Deidara when he saw the glare.

Now that he had a little quiet, Kakuzu took this time to look at the lithe boy in his arms. He was very thin and weighed next to nothing. He was sure it wasn't healthy. His skin was a deathly pale. Probably from the blood loss and the fact that he had just fainted. He then looked at the front of his shirt and barely suppressed a groan of annoyance. 'That's going to stain...And I have to get him inside before the others notice. It is quite clear he doesn't want anyone else to know.' The dark spot on his shirt was slowly growing.

"Alright, well, I'm taking him back to my room so he can rest. And yes, Tobi, I DO mind if you come. So don't." The masked boy glanced back to make sure everyone else also got the message. He was going to have a chat with this idiot as soon as he woke up.