Three
"Kakuzu? Ya' still awake?"
"What is it, brat?"
Hidan rubbed his eyes tiredly, yawning as he did so. "I can't sleep."
Kakuzu grunted, his eyes half-open. "Why not?"
"I dunno. I feel…weird," the silver-haired Jashinist whined, burying his face into his chest.
Kakuzu wrapped his arms around him gently. "Don't think too much," he said, his voice muffled.
"Kakuzu?" Hidan said, uncertain.
"What?"
"Do ya love me?"
Kakuzu sighed, rubbing his temple. "Not again, Hidan."
"Please? Tell me," Hidan begged.
"No," he closed his eyes. "Go to sleep. It's late."
"Tsk," Hidan looked away with cold eyes. "You're 'suchcha mean person."
Kakuzu chuckled. "Live with it."
"I hate you," Hidan pouted childishly. "Mean old hag."
"I love you too," Kakuzu smiled, playing with his silver hair.
Awhhh.