FOLLOW YOUR ARROW
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Hidan lay sprawled across the length of the loveseat, his bare feet hanging off the end of one armrest, with his face buried in the crease of the other.
He'd been laying here for what felt like hours, and found himself strangely tired. He'd already fallen off the couch once from jerking back awake after he'd balanced on the line between concious and not. And when it happened the second time he'd run to the bathroom to take a cold shower to wake himself up.
Hidan never really could explain his aversion to sleeping out loud. Most of the therapists and people who inquired about it liked to think that he actually tried to sleep, and simply couldn't.
While this was true to an extent, there was also true that on occasion, he purposely stayed awake.
Most people dealing with mental illnesses were at either one extreme or the other, they either couldn't sleep or couldn't stop. But the zealot liked to consider himself somewhere in the middle.
See, he hated sleeping for many reasons. The first being how much time it wasted, though he had no more backing for that excuse on the grounds that he always wasted time anyway, and really it was just a cover for the truth, which he didn't care to explain people.
The second reason was a much more personal one.
It would make sense that growing up the way he did, constantly moving from place to place, never having any sort of stability or constant family figures, one would get used to falling asleep alone, or at the very least it wouldn't bother them so much. In fact it would stand to reason that they'd grow accustomed to it, and have more trouble sleeping with someone else present.
But not Hidan. He didn't see it that way at all. Instead of just getting used to sleeping alone, he'd simply trained himself to go without sleep for long periods. Since he was a child, since his first night in a foster home, when they gave him nothing more than a pillow with hardley any padding and a rag of a blanket to cuddle up with, he'd decided that sleep was unneccessary anyway. It was just like hunger, just like the demons in his head, all he had to do was trick his mind into thinking it was a reality, and he didn't need it.
He lifted his head from it's position, glancing at the clock before letting it slap back down to the cushion, silver-white hair falling forward to dangle over and tickle his ears.
He didn't like being alone either.
Of course, just like anyone, he had his moments where he simply wanted some privacy, but most times it didn't last long. It didn't matter if no one was physically in the room with him or not, just so long as he knew they were in the same general location.
His borderline fear of sleep didn't follow the same guidelines, and this was because you could never be sure what was going on in the real world while you're off in lala-land.
It wasn't even the actual action of sleeping that frightened him. It was waking up that did the most damage. For someone like Hidan, most people would expect nightmares and terrors to be a common thing for him. But honestly, it was the opposite. He had wonderful dreams, happy dreams, dreams where he could do and have anything and anyone he wanted. Love, possessions, money, superpowers, sanity, all his for the taking.
And then in a second it was gone and he was cast back into his desolate, lonley, lifestyle, stripped of control and happiness as if he were some doll with his life run by a cruel, angry child.
He liked to think anyone would do what he did, if in his shoes... What good was a healthy body when your mind was broken anyway?
He'd fallen asleep yesterday at the table, strangely enough. Passed out right there on a pile of papers and folders that reeked of the sanitizer Kakuzu used everywhere in the clinic. He hadn't thought much of that, since he hadn't slept for 53 hours (just over 2 days) previous to that occasion.
And with that being so, he shouldn't be so tired already. Hell, he'd already had a whole pitcher of coffee, and even now the house smelled of a fresh batch.
He was though, his head ached and his throat was sore (another reason for having so much of the hot beverage), and it was all he could do to keep his eyes open.
Maybe he'd been spending just a little bit too much time out in the sub-zero weather... the symptoms were pointing toward a cold.
Jesus, he hadn't had a cold in years. It was one fact that he really never understood about himself, he had one hell of an immune system. Especially considering he couldn't stand the taste or smell of anything citrusey, which is what normally contained Vitamin C, and coupled with the fact at how badley he took care of himself, well, it was a mystery. Just another strange thing that happened to him that he'd never really questioned. Really, why would anyone complain about rarely getting sick?
The thing that pissed him off the most, of course, is that when he did get sick, it lasted foreevveerr. And that meant he was going to have to go to his new bullshit job with a new bullshit cold and his bullshit boss would give him bullshit for it.
But, he had at least a little bit of ammunition up his sleeve. Itachi had had to go get that druken geezers ass, and he knew without a doubt that the miser was most likely humiliated about it. And if he wasn't, then Hidan would just keep rubbing it in until he was.
And that was why he at least had to wait for Itachi to come back, if he came back, that is. He wanted to hear about what had happened, whether it was interesting or not, he wanted every detail.
But, with the smile his roommate had been wearing, he had a feeling he'd probably invite himself in his man-toy's house when he dropped him off, if not just to clear the air between them then probably to try and get the poor, drunken, bastard to screw him.
Really, for as dignified as Itachi came off, he was a little damned weasel when it came to getting what he wanted.
Again he lifted his head, setting weary eyes on the clock.
It had only been five minutes since he last checked.
"GODDAMMIT! Fuck you, time!" He shouted to the empty room as he heaved himself off the piece of furniture.
He sniffed once as he stalked over to the coffee pot, letting out a bubbling sound as it finished up its brew. After this he sniffed again and then growled in irritation when he felt the need to blow his nose.
"Fuck you too, weather." He mumbled, filling nearly half the mug with cream and sugar respectively before pouring the coffee in.
He heard the voices outside the door just after he'd grabbed a spoon to stir it all, making him freeze in his current actions.
One of them was unmistakeabley Itachi's voice. The other he couldn't tell for sure, but he had a pretty good guess as to who it was.
"Oh hell no!" He said, leaving his mug abandoned to storm over to the door.
This was Itachi's house, and he respected that. He didn't rightfully have any say on whether the guy brought his little sex-projects home with him at night.
But that fucking bastard had tricked him and locked him in his own bloody room to keep him from witnessing a drunk Dr. Hoku with his own eyes! If that scrawny little asshole thought he could just rob Hidan of that pleasure and go drop the Doctor off at his house and still bring What's-his-name home for a late-night lay, he was out of his goddamned head!
It was almost four A.M. anyway, this was Hida's quiet time!
He twisted the knob and wrenched the door open, taking in a lungful of air to unleash his vocal fury upon the man, and then nearly choked when he saw not two, but three faces looking at him in surprise, irritation, and distress respectively.
He felt his face go slack in shock of his own as words actually failed him.
"Dammit, I told you he'd hear you. This is why I said to let me go in first!" Itachi said, giving the giant beside him a light punch on the upper arm.
"Hey Kid!" The tall guy, whatever his name was, said, ignoring this completley. "Up for a sleepover?"
Hidan's eyes had flicked over these two quickly and then come to land on the third visitor, none other than his boss, standing just behind them, snow piled on his broad shoulders and mussed hair.
His gaze didn't leave the man, even as those bloodshot eyes narrowed at him in anger.
"What the hell's going on?" He finally said, not moving from the doorway or averting his steady stare at Kakuzu until Itachi gently pushed him out of the way.
"We ran into a bit of trouble, Hidan. Please let us in, it's horrid out here."
"Trouble? What kind of fucking trouble?" He said back, stepping out of the way as the three men filed slowly inside, then absently shutting the door behind them, eyes locked onto his boss yet again depite the older man having his back turned to him.
"Turns out your roomie here drives like an asian schoolgirl."
"We hit a chunk of ice, Kisame." Itachi said firmly to him, then turning to Hidan. "I lost control of the car and we got stuck in a snowdrift. Kisame and the Doctor are going to be waiting here until the weather eases up and a cab can reach us."
"What the hell?" The albino said again, still watching the silent one of the trio as he moved to the dining table,removed his coat, and draped it over the back of one of the chairs.
"I sent you a text. I'm assuming you've lost your phone again?" Itachi explained, stepping into Hidan's range of vision and centering the man's attention to himself.
"I didn't get any fucking texts." He finally said, fishing his phone from his pocket to check. He then held it out to his roommate, showing him the empty inbox.
"Hn." The Uchiha said, beginning to remove his own coat. "Probably this damn weather..."
"What? Don't wanna share your nice warm crib with us?" The scarred guy, Kisame, Itachi called him, laughed. "It's only for a couple hours. Chill out, kid."
Hidan's brow dropped now as he finally shook off the confusion. "Quit fucking calling me 'Kid', Shark-dick." He retorted back, making Kisame bark out a laugh once more.
"Shark-dick! Never been called that before. That's creative!"
Hidan immediatly decided he didn't like this guy's cheery attitude. Who in their right mind approves a rude nickname like that?
"Did you make more coffee?" Itachi said then, sauntering into the kitchen to check instead of waiting for an answer. "I told you Hidan, it's far too late to be drinking so much caffiene."
"Tch. I can't fuckin' sleep anyway." He lied, following him to grab his cup. "And besides, it's not late anymore. It's early now."
"I could definitely go for some fresh coffee. My hands are frozen stiff." Kisame piped.
Itachi sighed in response. "Go ahead and have one, Kisame. Hidan goes through an entire can in a day anyway. Might as well get some before it's gone. Would you like some too, Doctor?"
"I'm fine." Came the gravelly reply.
Hidan stared at him for awhile, taking a slow drink from his mug until he had to step out of the way for the giant, ocean-lover to get past him.
"Hey 'Tachi I thought you said the cabs didn't run after midnight?"
"I was misinformed. Apparently they run constantly on weekends."
"Tch. You'd think one of you tightasses woulda known that." He said more to himself as he made his way back over to his spot on the loveseat. "Woulda saved everyone a shitload of trouble."
"Indeed it would have." Kakuzu spoke up, glaring at Kisame and making Hidan twist around to stare sideways at him.
Did Doctor Hoku actually just agree with him on something?
"Hey, c'mon!" The tallest of the group replied after taking a sip from his own steaming mug. "You were the one on the phone!"
"You were the one who threw it to me."
"So I was a little drunk! You were too, don't pin this all on me here."
"Please..." Itachi interrupted wearily, holding up his hand for silence. "Let's not play the blame game. What's done is done, at least we're out of that cold." With that statement he pushed himself from the counter where he'd been leaning. "Speaking of which, I'm going to try to find someone to tow my car out of the middle of the street. Hidan, would you turn to channel 11 and keep an eye on the weather, just in case."
The albino man groaned from the couch, his voice cracking slightly as he did so. He continued on anyway, hoping his roommate wouldn't take notice and ask him if he was getting sick in front of Doctor Asshole.
"GOD 'Tachi it's already fuckin' shit outside. Does it even matter if it gets worse?"
"Our two guests here would like to go home as soon as possible. If the weather gets worse or better then it could affect the timeframe in which their ride arrives."
"Well even if it does it's not like there's anything you can fuckin' do about it."
"I would still like to keep informed Hidan. Now do what I say!" The Uchiha finally snapped.
Hidan scoffed and lifted the remote to flick through the channels. "As you wish, Master."
-o-
Itachi sighed and thanked his roommate for cooperating, and turned to regard Kisame. As he did he caught Dr. Hoku staring at the back of Hidan's head with a tired but somewhat thoughtful expression. And it occurred to him that the man must be dead tired to actually let his emotions show like that so freely. Usually trying to determine his thoughts was like conversing with a brick wall.
He faced Kisame fully now, nose-deep in his mug. "I'd also like to talk to you in private, if you'd allow me..." His voice went quiet.
Little did the two men know that he'd fully overheard their conversation, hanging up in the middle of his call with the cab company before he'd even had the chance to request a ride.
Tonight surely was some kind of bright, flashing sign. For everything to be falling into his lap so neatly, it almost made him nervous, yet excited at the same time.
Hitting that chunk of ice had actually not been among his plans to fake a small crash, and he was a bit upset about it. But he had a wonderful lawyer, should his insurance fail to pay for the damages, so really it was only a minor setback. And it had given him the advantage of not having to lie. And this was only further proof that he was doing what he was doing strictly by fates design.
Kisame swallowed his mouthful of coffee loudly, forehead creasing in concern. "Erm... I guess that's okay..."
This response confused the Uchiha for a moment before he realized why the big man was reluctant. He began to inform him that it had nothing to do with their relationship, but then thought better of it, what with the two deathly quiet men sitting well within hearing range. They probably would not catch on anyway, but it was best not to take chances.
"Just a quick chat." He said, smiling warmly, "And I'll let you be. I'm sure you're exhausted anyway."
"Hah. I'd probably have claimed that extra couch by now if your buddy didn't have the nectar of the gods here waiting for us." Kisame replied, still tense, but visibley less-so. He took one more drink, effectivley draining the cup, and sighed in content.
"Go ahead and make yourself another, my bedroom is at the end of the hall, I still have to make a few calls, but come back whenever you wish."
Hidan whirled around on the couch sudden at this, looking as if he were about to be murdered there on the spot.
"Don't do it Shark-dick! NEVER chase the cobra into her den! You'll never come out alive!"
"Oh shut up you child!" Itachi half-shouted, grabbing the first thing withing reach, which happened to be the coffee-stirring spoon, and chucking it at him.
The albino dodged it, his serious expression not leaving his face. "It's a trick! Don't listen to him!"
"Do I need to lock you in your room again?" Itachi growled, glancing at a nervous-again Kisame. If only that immature idiot knew that the conversation he hoped to have was for his benfit... well, no, the oblivious man would probably still resist.
"Hey fuck you! I'll get you back for that 'Tachi, just you wait."
"Oh I have no doubt that you will." He replied. "Please behave yourself in front of our guests." He said, shaking his head and rolling his eyes in Kisame's direction, a silent way of telling him to ignore the idiot.
Hidan's nose crinkled as his roommate sauntered past him. "Do I look like a goddamned dog to you?"
"You certianly act like an animal." Kakuzu's voice said before Itachi could reply. He stopped and turned now, unable to help the small smirk on his face.
Hidan was on his knees now, holding on to the back of the couch so that he could face the older man.
"Hey you old miser. This may be Itachi's place but I fuckin' live here too, so I have just ass much right to kick your wrinkled ass out into the cold!"
"No you don't." Itachi said, turning to continue into the room.
"Goddammit Uchiha, he didn't need to know that!"
"Behave, Hidan."
"Oh my God! This house is a prison!"
Itachi shut the bedroom door before he was dragged into another arguement. He almost hated to leave the poor Doctor out there alone with him when he was in such a hostile mood, but he knew hidan was only reacting this way because of the uncomfortable circumstance of Kakuzu's presence.
That man was so transparent once you knew him well enough.
And if Hidan thought Itachi hadn't noticed his nasally voice and the way he continued sniffling, he was terribley mistaken. He simply hadn't said anything for the fact that if Hidan were pretending not to be sick, and putting on such a show in front of Kisame and Kakuzu, then he probably didn't want it to be known. Too bad the man wasn't as good an actor as he seemed to believe.
It worked out anyway, he supposed. leaving those two alone would likely force some kind of interaction between them. Eventually the Doctor, if he hadn't already, would have to notice Hidan was sick. What would happen from there is anyone's guess, the elder man might even ignore it.
But that was okay, they had the rest of the night and all morning tomorrow to get well acquainted, seeing as there weren't actually any taxi's coming to get them.
Oh, the pains of being a good friend... and evil genious.
-o-
Kakuzu had already had all he could take by the time Itachi dissapeared into his bedroom. He'd heard him ask Kisame to join him, and didn't dare make eye contact with the man. He knew as soon as he did his younger friend would surely ask for some kind of direction.
Sure, the situation looked a little perverted, but this was none of Kakuzu's concern. Kisame had gotten himself into this mess, and he would get himself out.
He was torn though. He certianly didn't want Kisame to wander into the bedroom and participate in whatever went on in there only to leave him alone out here with the hyperactive, shouting, twerp. But then again, he really couldn't take much more of this rediculous bickering between Hidan and whoever he decided to bark at. If Kisame left, and Kakuzu refused to speak any more, the idiot would be forced to shut his insolent mouth, and with any luck, doze off to sleep.
God, sleep. That word sounded wonderful.
Too bad he had only just arrived, and there was still hours left to go.
"Seriously dude..." Hidan said, breaking the older man from his thoughts. "Don't go in there. It's a one-way-street."
"Can it kid. There's nothing going on between me and your buddy." Kisame said calmly, fixing himself another cup of coffee.
Kakuzu stared at it longlingly. The smell was starting to get to him, he'd refused earlier only for the fact that Hidan had been in the kitchen, and he would have to be near the brat in order to make himself a cup. And he sure as hell wasn't going to let the Uchiha boy make it for him. The Doctor was very specific about how he made his coffee.
"Yeah, that's what you think now. Until you get back there. 'Soon as you walk in that room he'll trap you in his web. Then you can kiss your ass goodbye."
"You're starting to sound like he's a serial killer or something."
"MAYBE HE IS!" Hidan gasped, feining terror. "That explains why I've seen so many dudes go back there, but never seen them come back out!"
"You're hilarious..." Kisame drawled.
"Tch. Fine, don't listen to me. I've only known him since he was 16. What would I know?"
"Kisame, will you just hurry up and get back there so he'll shut up!" Kakuzu growled then, massasing his eyes. "I can't take any more of that inane droning he calls speech."
"HEY FUCKER! I TOLD YOU TO WATCH YOUR SHIT!" He shouted back.
"Hidan! Quiet! Now!" Itachi's shout sounded from the back room.
Hidan huffed, finally flipping back around in his seat to survey the t.v., which he flipped back to the channel he'd had it on previously.
There was silence in the room for a total of 10 seconds.
"How many guys do you see go back there, exactly?" Kisame said suddenly.
Hidan barked out a laugh and waved at him, not even turning to look. "I'm just fucking kidding Shark-dick, you gullible fuck. 'Tachi hasn't gotten laid in forever."
"What's that have to do with anything?" Kisame asked back, stopping in his tracks.
Hidan did twist only his head now to smile innocently at the man. "Why don'tcha go back there and find out? Or, you know, run while you still can."
Kakuzu rolled his eyes as his younger friends face twisted with worry, and he turned to give the older a pleading look.
He sighed heavily, "Kisame you're a grown man. You have the ability to say no if it comes to that. Just go." Really, it was that dult's idea to come here in the first place. He was so damn clueless sometimes... Trap him in his web, indeed.
Hidan was still staring at the taller man, entertained. Kisame looked back to his, scowled, and turned to go on his way, ignoring Hidan's chuckles.
Kakuzu took in and then let out a deep breath when he heard to door open, Itachi's gentle mumbling, and then the door being shut softly. He looked up at the coffee pot, steeling himself for the comments that were surely coming his way as soon as he got up to fix himself some.
He pushed from the table, counted the seconds, each step, waiting for the idiots voice to break the near silence and shout over the quiet television some useless trash to try and trick him into argueing with him. He'd done more than enough of that on Friday, he'd fallen for it enough so that he knew now, as hard as it was, he simply had to remain silent. If for some reason (and there would never be one good enough) Hidan ever ended up in his house, he wouldn't hesitate to tear the boy a new one. But with the circumstances as they were, that hope was non-existant.
He reached his destination, tentatively reaching up to grab himself a cup from where he'd seen Kisame take his. Still not a sound from his employee.
He glanced over to see the colorless man sitting in the glow of the television, face relaxed, seemingly at peace as he watched some man in a hockey mask decapitate a woman with a machete.
He flicked his gaze back down to his task, pausing every other heartbeat to look back up at Hidan. Was he really not going to say anything more?
He continued staring at the younger man, irritated at himself for doing it but at the same time unable to distract himself from it. The picture was a completley different one from the Hidan at the clinic. Even just previously he hadn't noticed to differently the boy looked tonight, with his hair down, wearing black sweatpants, no shirt, a silver crusifix around his neck... Now that he was actually quiet and still...
BAH! Damn it all!
He growled and tore himself away from the image, scowling down at his cup as he poured the coffee and creamer in at the same time, mixing them perfectly.
Dammit you old man. Hidan is NOT attractive. Stop ogling him that way. For the love of Benjamin, he's almost 25 years your junior.
The fact that he was even having to tell himself things like this only irritated him more, and he ground his teeth together as hard as he could, trying desperatley to control his lock-jaw grip on his mug so as not to shatter the thing in his hand. He was not a woman, dammit. He was closer to a robot, if anything. Having even normal interest in Hidan was bad enough, but sitting there staring at him? How his hair glowed in the flickering light of the flat-screen in front of him, how his chest rose and fell evenly, toned enough to see his pectorals and crunched abdominals underneath, but not so buff to where it looked as if he were flexed constantly.
...
FUCK! He was doing it again! And not even looking at him now!
Oh good lord, he was fantasizing.
Very close to just stopping righ tthere and punching himself in the face, he turned to head back to the table, coming to an abrupt halt and thanking whatever universal force was out there that he was able to contain his shock when Hidan was suddenly right there behind him, glaring up at him.
"Don't drink all my coffee, I need that." He said sternly, holding Kakuzu's stare for a moment before stepping around him and moving to, as the elder assumed, get himself more coffee.
"Mister Uchiha made it perfectly clear that I could have as much as I like." He retorted, shaking off the surprise and slipping back to the table just outside the kitchen.
"Tch. Just wait until I get my first paycheck and buy my own shit. Then he can shove it up his ass. 'Bout fuckin' sick of being bossed around by everyone..." Hidan said back, eerily calm, over the soft tinkling of the spoon hitting the ceramic as he stirred the contents of his cup.
Kakuzu sat back down, raising a brow at the boy. "Perhaps if you didn't behave like a child, you wouldn't be treated like one."
Hidan came around the counters, just within Kakuzu's range of vision, and stopped, seemingly studying him. "Hey shithead, you're the one who didn't like me minding my manners. Don't even start with me." He didn't move after he said it, still standing there stareing at him.
Kakuzu fought back the urge to tell the brat to go away, but he bit his tongue, doing so might make way for more teasing. Instead he hmph'd for a reply and raised the cup to his lips.
"So how come your eyes are always like that?" Hidan said, coming to sit at the table across from him, much to the older man's discontent.
"Why is your hair white at twenty-two?" He countered.
Hidan made a face at this. "Because I'm albino you dumbass. I was born like this."
"As was I."
"I fucking know that! Fuck, maybe I didn't make myself clear. What I want to know is what makes them red like that all the time? Were you just born with fucking weed in your blood and you're stoned all the time, or what?"
"Do you have any brain at all?" Kakuzu said back. He wasn't exactly sure how to react to this situation. Hidan wasn't yelling at him, or ignoring him. He was just sitting there across from him calmly, speaking at a normal volume, and inquireing the elder man about himself while they shared a pitcher of coffee.
He wasn't used to the man acting so mature. It was strange.
"You wanna crack my skull open and see it?"
Kakuzu nodded. "I would love to break your neck as well."
"Well, I'm right here Old man. Come at me."
The doctor hesitated now, regarding Hidan with a mirrored, blank expression. "What are you trying to pull here, boy?"
Hidan just clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, pushing his chair back to get up. "Damn, you're boring. I dunno what the fuck those two like about you, crotchedy old man." He said, going back over to the couch and settleing himself in. "And I'm not a goddamn boy. And neither is Itachi. Don't sit there acting all wise and talking about being treated how you act, you fuckin hypocrite."
"Watch your tone, Hidan."
The man twisted around again, smirking. "Oh what? Hidan? Who's that? I thought my name was idiot, or moron, or boy."
"If you're trying to make some point here then make it already. I'm sick of hearing your insufferable voice."
"Holy shit! We agree on something. Another first."
"Annoying brat." He said, going back to sipping on his coffee and doing... absolutly nothing else.
"Tightass grampa." Hidan retorted, turning back around to watch t.v.
-o-
Kisame sat awkwardly in Itachi's crowded bedroom at the desk he had shoved in the corner. The Uchiha sat a few feet in front of him, crosslegged ont he corner of the bed, smiling expectantly.
The giant of a man smiled uncertianly, reaching up to smooth a hand through his hair. "I don't know, Itachi... Sounds like something that'll probably end up biting me in the ass."
"Nonsense. I'll take complete responsibility if anyone ever finds out. As long as you're careful, they won't. I'll do most of the work anyway, I just can't do it by myself."
"But what if it doesn't work out?"
"Then at least we'd have tried."
He sighed, looking around the room nervously for the billionth time. He'd always thought of Itachi as a clean freak, and finally seeing his apartment had reinforced this belief. But his bedroom... well, it was clean, certianly. No trash or dust to be found in this place. perhaps, cluttered was a better word to describe it. The younger man had explained that with Hidan using his office as a bedroom, he'd had to convert his own room into his workspace.
His queen-sized bed sat against one wall, with his closet directly to the left of that. There was only enough space for someone Itachi's size to stand in fron t of the small door, then there was his large dresser, which was probably about as long as the bed itself, standing 4 and a half foot tall. It stretched down to the corner, and then in front of it there was only enough room to open the drawers before his rolltop desk. On the other side of the desk was two small fileing cainets, with a small bookshelf balanced precariously on top. The wall right of his bed was left bare for the fact that there was only a foot and a half of clearance between.
"Kisame, please help me do this. Just from what's happened tonight, can't you tell it's simply meant to be? You think we'd all be here together if it weren't some kind of heaven-sent sign?"
"Yeah... It is a damned coincidence..." He said, meeting Itachi's dark eyes again. "But it's just so weird... I mean.. I only just found out about...You know. I haven't even gotten used to it yet, and if by some miracle it actually did work out, I don't know if I could take it..."
Itachi sighed and averted his eyes down to the carpet. "You said yourself that it would probably lighten him up. Surely his life can't be all that enjoyable going on the way he has been."
After Hidan's teasing, Kisame had come back and entered the room, receiving a warm smile from Itachi that made his stomache churn and flutter at the same time. The Uchiha had motioned for him to take a seat where he was now until he finished up on the phone. And the large man had awkwardly accepted, sitting there tapping his fingers in quick succession against his thigh as he waited.
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Itachi finally thanked the person on the other end of the line and shut his phone, sighing, and then turning around and seating himself on the bed.
"I'm sorry it's so cramped, Hidan's in my study, so I had to move everything in here. This apartments not really buit for two people..."
"Eh, it's okay. It's... erm... cozy."
Itachi laughed and rolled his eyes, the sound making Kisame's heart beat a little faster. It reminded him of bells. Not church bells or christmas bells, or any kind of specific bells really. But it just left a sort of pretty ringing in his ears.
He mentally slapped himself. Jesus christ, he'd only been informed that he apparently had a crush on the guy a few hours ago, and now he was like some nervous little girl on her first date.
Itachi is a man, Kisame. A man.
But not really... now that he really looked. He was so... so pretty, like a girl. Long dark eyelashes, a soft chin, plump lips, that cat-like smile...
"Don't try to spare my feelings, I hate it. But there's nothing to be done about it. I'd rather have a lack of space than a lack of a best friend."
"Yeah... You guys really are super-close, huh?"
"I've told you of how dear to me Hidan is, Kisame."
"Yeah but, I mean. I don't know, I guess it didn't really click until I saw your place here. Him standing in your doorway half-naked was... I don't know, not unexpected, just weird."
Again Itachi laughed. "He's not ashamed of much, that's for sure."
Kisame forced out a chuckle as well, stopping abruptly when Itachi became serious suddenly.
"Kisame. I really am sorry about what happened. If you're not ready to talk about it we don't have to, just please don't shut me out. It hurts, you're my best friend."
"I thought he was your best friend?" Kisame said, confused and uncomfortable now that Itachi had finally brought the subject up.
"You're my best friend in a different way. Hidan, I love him and all but he's more like a baby bird that hasn't been able to leave the nest. One of these days he'll finally get back up on his feet and be off again, and I know him well enough to know that even if he tries, our friendship will distance itself. But you... I don't know, you feel much more permanent. If that makes sense. Not so much someone for me to take care of, just someone to relax with, have fun, forget the world for awhile."
Kisame stared, dumbstruck. He really couldn't have hit the nail more on the head with that one. it was exactly how he'd felt about Itachi, at least... before Friday..
"Yeah... that makes sense."
"So you won't shut me out?"
"No.. I just... I don't want things to be awkward."
"They'll only be akward if you make it awkward, Kisame. I won't step out of line again. I know it seems impossible now but things will go back to normal. Just pretend it was a dream, if that makes it better."
The tall man winced at this. That wouldn't make it better, that just made it more disturbing. Pretending it was a dream meant that another guy had got him all hot and riled in his subcioncious, which was even worse than not realizing he liked guys.
Not even guys. Just Itachi...
With his soft voice, flowing, raven-colored hair, the smooth but intentional way he moved. The way he looked at everything as if not only seeing it, but seeing through it as well... how he could sit in such an undignified position like he was as still look so pristine and regal...
"Anyway, what I really wanted to talk to you about is Dr. Hoku. I'd like you to help me with something."
He was snapped from his daydream-like state by these words, his face screwing up in confusion. What on earth could Itachi need help with that concerned Kakuzu?
"And what's that?"
"I want to get Hidan and the Doctor together."
If he'd have been taking a drink of his coffee right now he would have spit it everywhere. Instead he nearly choked on his own spit, and had to spend a lengthy amount of time gathering himself while Itachi stared at him in a mixture of disapproval of his actions and vague concern.
"You want to WHAT!?" He sputtered out.
"Get them together, romantically."
"Why the hell would you wanna do that? Or even think of doing something like that!?"
"Well just look at them, how they act around each other. Look at everything that's happened since they've met, the situation we're in now. You don't think it makes sense?"
"Hell no it doesn't! Kakuzu is Forty-three, Itachi. Your buddy's only a few months older than you."
"And you're sixteen years older than me, Kisame." Itachi stated emotionlessly.
"Well... yeah... but... I mean... that's different."
"Is it? How so?"
"Well, because-"
"Because they're twenty-four years apart instead of sixteen? Because Kakuzu was in college by the time Hidan came into existance?"
"Yeah! Exactly!"
"You're rediculous. And wrong. They're both grown men now, Kisame. Love is love, and destiny is destiny. Age makes no difference. The Universe is billions and billions of years old and yet something brand new occurs within it every single second."
"That's not even the same Itachi..."
"But it is!" He said loudly before flinching and looking toward the closed door. When he turned back around he had lowered his voice again. "Maybe I can convince you another way, I know I said I wouldn't speak of it anymore but Kisame, do you like me?"
"What!? I.. well Yeah, of course I like you."
"Don't do that, you know what I mean. You're aware that I have affections for you that cross the boundaries of mere friendship. What I'm asking is if you feel the same way about me?"
Kisame swallowed hard, wringing his hands. "I... I don't know, Itachi. I mean.. You're a guy... and... It's a lot to think about..."
"Well I won't push you for an answer. But say that eventually you did come to the conclusion that you felt the same way, and you wanted to pursue that feeling. Would you? Would you want me even knowing that I was only just born by the time you were a junior in highschool?"
"Well... You can't expect me to answer that-"
Itachi sighed in irritation and rolled his eyes. "Kisame, plese it's a hypothetical question, it's not even about you and I. How about this, have you ever been in love?"
Kisame jerked in surprise at this as well, he'd somewhat expected Itachi to get on the subject of them as an item, but certianly not anything like this.
"What? No, I-"
"You've never loved? You didn't love your parents or your siblings?"
"Well yeah of course I did, but that's not what you're asking."
"No it's not, but they're both similar anyway. Just imagine the love you had for your mother, and put my image in her place, and what do you feel?"
"Itachi, really I'm not comfortable talking about this right now..." He finally said, raising his palms to the man to puncuate this.
Itachi's perfect brows dropped in anger, but then he sighed and dropped his head. When he lifted it again his usual kind smile was back in place. "I'm sorry. I ... don't know what's wrong with me, getting so irritated like that. Let me come at this from a different angle." he said, pressing his own palms together, and pointing them at Kisame.
"Hidan is bisexual, always has been. Though he's mentioned before that he doesn't really like women for anything other than intercourse. He has a terrible fear of being alone, Kisame. And though my being here, and our friendship helps sedate it, that is all that it does. I think that if he could find what he needs in another human being as far as love, it would solve that problem, and all the others would fall in place on their own."
Kisame considered this, staring at the younger man in uncertianty. "Not to sound like a jerk or anything, but that sounds like a bunch of fairy-tale bullshit, Itachi..."
The Uchiha's face darkened and Kisame rushed to continue.
"I mean. I makes sense in theory. Really. And I agree that getting himself some ass would probably make Kakuzu lighten up a bit. But do you really think your expecations from this are realistic? Like they'll both get together and suddenly become perfect? I mean, they're both such... Well, I don't know, I just... I just don't see what would be so promising about it."
"It has nothing to do with being perfect. Merely filling a very large void that they both have commonly in their lives. And really, look how they act towards each other, you know they have a thing."
"A thing... Kakuzu hates Hidan."
"He hates him because he likes him."
"That doesn't even make sense."
"It doesn't have to Kisame! Tell me, how much attention has that man ever paid to anyone else? Even claiming to hate them? Has he ever felt any sort of extreme emotion at all? You may think that the opposite of love is hate, but that's incorrect. The opposite of love is indifference, as well as the opposite of hate. The point here is not that he hates Hidan, it's that he feels whatever emotions he's feeling as strongly as he is." He said,pausing for a moment mercifully so Kisame could get his head to stop spinning. This whole damn night... was rediculous... All these weird realizations... He'd never been so confused in all his life.
"I need you to work Kakuzu's end while I chip away at Hidan. You know him better than I and I've not done a very good job of getting into good graces with him. So tell me, are you with me on this or not?"
.
And that's where they were now...
"Dammit... I can't... I can't say no when you use your crazy logic against me."
Itachi smiled, actually showing his perfect top row of teeth. "There's no such thing as crazy logic, Kisa. But I'm taking that as a yes, if you're not able to say no."
He sighed and leaned back in the seat, both hands draped over his forehead and hair. "Yes, yes.. I guess I'll be a part of this insanity. At the very least I'll get to have a good laugh at their expense... And we have good intentions right?"
"Absolutely. The best intentions."
Kisame looked at the beaming man on the side of the bed, unable to keep the small smile from the corner of his mouth. His stomache felt light, he felt like he was going to throw up, he was hot and cold at the same time.
God save him... he did like Itachi. He really liked Itachi.
"I'm still blown away by your ability to meet someone for five seconds and figure out every detail of their personality. I've known Kakuzu since I was in highschool, thats a long time Itachi, and I still didn't know he liked dudes."
Itachi nodded at this. "He certianly radiates heterosexuality doesn't he? And he hides it well. He's ashamed of it, as much as he tries not to be, as much as he tells himself it's okay. I can tell though, you learn to pick up on things like that in my business. Learn about people by their body language instead of their words. He looked me up and down when we first met as well, knowing full well that I was a male. "
"A male... yeah..." Kisame said sadly, brows creasing, though he didn't break eye contact.
Itachi's smile dissappeared as concern fell over him. He tipped his head slightly to to the side, still holding the large man's gaze, before finally breaking it to look down at his leg bouncing restlessly.
Kisame, meanwhile, was having a war in his mind. Half of him wished he was still drunk, because as much as he hated to admit it, he wanted to throw himself on top of the Uchiha and taste those amazing lips again, feel his tounge against his own, run his hands over the perfect, pearly skin...
The other half of him, not so much fighting it for the fact that he was a man (though that was still a small portion.) simply wasn't comfortable with it. He realized suddenly that as well as he knew Itachi, this strange new development had him feeling like he was sitting here in a complete strangers bedroom. Of course it didn't help matters that he'd never actually been in Itachi's bedroom before.
To do what his body wanted, to give in to these fuzzy feelings, it seemed wrong. It... it just wasn't the right time. They'd taken far too huge of step before, and it had destroyed the foundation that their friendship was built on. Had Itachi just come out and stated his feelings instead of jumping Kisame the way he did... maybe things would have been different. If they'd taken it slow, given it time to resonate with him, let his realize at his own pace that he had feelings for the guy... Maybe it would be different...
"Kisa... are you alright?" Itachi said, leaning slightly forward and unfolding his legs to rest them on the floor.
He must have taken his shoes and socks off when he'd first come back to the bedroom, as Kisame only just now noticed the man was barefoot.
Kisame had really never been a foot guy before, but holy shit, he'd never seen more perfect feet, or more perfectly painted toenails. And he was slightly disturbed at the surge of lust this brought out in him.
"Yeah... I'm doing okay..."
"Am I making you uncomfortable? You can go back out to the livingroom if you wish. Hidan and Doctor Hoku were my entire reason for bringing you back here. I don't want to push you away by pressing on the matter..."
"Itachi?"
"Hm?"
He leaned forward, making sure those beautiful coal eyes were locked onto his before he continued. "Why didn't you just tell me?"
The younger man shifted uncomfortabley, taking on an expression at first as if he were going to play dumb. Kisame's heart sank at this, but rose again as the expression passed and the Uchiha slumped his narrow shoulders.
"I... I don't know... I was nervous. Scared of rejection. I knew that you were not aware of my feelings, and I really could not determine if you liked me in the same manner I did you. You're a puzzle, Kisame. I can't seem to figure you out, not completley at least."
He considered this for a moment before following the question with another. "If you were nervous and scared I'd reject you, what made you turn around and... kiss.. me... like that? I mean, if I had said no... wouldn't that have made it worse?"
Itachi's pale cheeks tinted red then, and damn it all if it didn't just make him more beautiful.
Kisame blinked... never in his life would he ever have thought he'd ever consider using such a word to describe a grown male. But really, nothing else fit Itachi. He certianly wasn't handsome, and saying he was sexy or hot wouldn't really be a lie, but it didn't quite fit quite as well as beautiful.
"That... was a moment of weakness. I tried to stop myself, Really, I did. I don't know, the way you smile and the light shines behind you in through that window, and your eyes... those amazing, dark, soul-pits, you have for eyes... I don't know. I was close to losing my mind, it felt like. That's why I decided to leave a little early. And you followed behind me and you put your hand on my shoulder... it was like I was struck by lightning. I know it's sort of childish but you've really never touched me that way before, but for a pat on the back or a high-five or something like that... I just... I couldn't control myself..." He stopped his rambleing, looking almost shocked that he'd even said all that, and looked back to Kisame, cheeks staining even darker. "You're always so confident, I wanted to be confident too. I usually have no problems such as that, I perfectly comfortable with myself, but with you... I feel like a mouse sometimes... if that makes sense."
Kisame couldn't even think straight enough to force words from his mouth at this. His chest kind of ached, it was distracting. He was aware that he had been staring at Itachi's mouth the entire time he was talking, but couldn't seem to look anywhere else.
"Kisame? Are you sure you're alright?"
He almost felt as if there were a balloon inside him, and someone was pumping it with more and more air, filling it up, up, up until it pained him. It filled his body and pushed against his walls, threatening to break him if something wasn't done about it.
His mind seemed to come to some sort of conclusion then, without him having to do much more thinking at all. He had always been an easy-going guy, able to deal with anything life threw at him due to his flexible, optimistic personality. He could get along with just about anyone, and could accomplish just about anything he set out to do with a decent performance, at the very least.
So why was he suddenly resisting now? Life had never let him down before when he'd just gone with the flow. It clicked on a light in his head, making him feel a little stupid for acting the way he had been, for feeling the way he had been. After all, it was like he always said, if it was meant to happen, it's going to happen, so just let it happen. It was strange and unfamiliar territory, but there was certianly no one in the world better suited to walk him through it than Itachi Uchiha.
"Itachi... I think I... I want to try." He said, hating how strained it sounded. Itachi would think he were doing something against his will, but it was actually the opposite. Damn this testosterone, he wanted to attack the gorgeous bastard.
"Try? Try wh-Oh..." He said, the blush that was previously gone from him now returning. "Really? You're not just saying it to spare my feelings?"
"No." He almost growled. "I really, really do." He said, almost laughing on the last part. This was insane. Just ten minutes ago he'd been completley unsure if he even liked the younger man, a few hours ago he hadn't even completley accepted the fact that it was a possibility, and a little over a day ago, his world had been in perfect condition, facing the right direction, with everything in it's logical place.
Now he wanted to do terrible, terrible things with him that he didn't even want to think about long enough to put into words. He was somewhat shocked to realize this, but didn't reject it at the same time. He kind of liked this feeling, of being lighter than air, being so unexplainabley full of... of something that he just might burst. One thing was for sure, he may have had affections for the girls he'd had relationships with in the past, but never, ever had he felt it so damned over-powering like this.
"We can just start slowly. However you want. Romantic status, holding hands... I don't mind. I'm... I'm so ecstatic I can't really even think... I think maybe I'm rambleing..."
"You are." Kisame said, rising from his chair. their last kiss didn't count, he suddenly decided. It was meaningless, seeing as half of the party hadn't really been compleatly aware or consented to what was happening. It had felt wonderful, like a fire was lit in his gut, but it didn't count.
"It so annoying, really. I've never been so nervous before... It's embarrassing... I mean I've had plenty of relationships but I've never had quite such a hard time of it... I'm not even sure if I'm making sense..."
"Same here." Kisame said absently, holding his hand out. Itachi took it and stood from the bed, still distracted with his own flurry of emotions.
The last kiss didn't count, but this one would. This would be the deal breaker. Everything was out in the open, the topic had been discussed, he hadn't been rushed to make his decision. And now that he'd started, he didn't think he could stop himself anyway, mainly for the fact that he didn't want to stop. He wanted to kiss Itachi, this amazing, beautiful, devious angel of a man.
"I mean we don't even have to tell anyone, if you'd like. I don't mind keeping it down low, I know Hidan won't say anthing if I ask him not to and surely Dr. Hoku-"
"Itachi." Kisame nearly whispered, feeling completley detached from himself, almost as if he were asleep, just watching a dream unfold.
"Just pretend it was a dream, if that makes it better."
Maybe it was a dream... maybe this is a dream now...
If so, it was the best damn dream he'd had in awhile.
"Yes?" the Uchiha said, turning to face him as he guided his small shoulder with a hand so much larger that it was somewhat comical. Though there were no laughs to be had, good God he felt like he might just die right now if one more second passed and he couldn't feel those lips aginst his own.
The Uchiha stared up at him with eyes wide, distant and yet so clear. His lips parted slightly as if he were about to say something, but no sound came out. He moved his hand from the young mans shoulder, tearing his eyes away from those of Itachi's to watch his dark hand slide along the fabric, feeling something close to static shock when it ghosted over his collarbone and met the skin at the nape of his neck.
A shudder ran through the lean body, only centimeters away from being pressed against him. He felt the smallest of smiles tug at the corner of his mouth, still watching his own hand, noticing the contrast of their skin, as it moved up the man's neck, along his jawline, and finally down to rest under his chin.
"That last one didn't count, okay?" He whispered, standing straight but with his neck craned down, holding his face just over the younger man's upturned one. He finally looked back into his eyes as he received a nod in response.
"So this is the first one." He said, again getting nothing but a nod.
He smiled, hesitated for a second only for the fact that he couldn't part himself from the look of absolute adoration and bliss he was receiving. He'd seen it so many times before, but just like with everything else happening in this moment, he'd never seen anything like it.
Finally he let his other arm snake around Itachi's waist, and lowered his head those last few inches.
-o-
A long, heavy quiet had settled over the apartment after Kakuzu had given up the little arguement they had going. Hidan was a little alarmed at this, mainly for the fact that he did not want to hear Itachi and Shark-dick's animal noises floating down the hall.
After awhile he'd grown bored with watching old-school Halloween re-run's (which he didn't really know why they were playing anyway, seeing as it was getting near Christmas.) and flipped through the channels, unable to find anything interesting on and abandoning his search without checking to see which channel he'd actually landed on. He'd simply muted the television and turned around to start another bickering match with his boss.
But the scene that graced him when he did was unexpected, not so much for the display itself, but more for the fact that he was so mesmerized by it.
Kakuzu had fallen asleep there at the table, sitting crouched over the surface with his head perched on his right fist. His eyes were closed, brow pinched ever so slightly in his slumber, chest moving out and falling back to it's place steadily. His jaw flexed every so often, giving the albino the impression that the doctor was one of those sleep-grinders.
It was at this point that he had turned again on the couch, with his arms folded across the back of the seat and his head propped on them like a pillow to better study the man.
Again, sitting here stareing at him, he had that strange feeling again, of something being held just outside his means of understanding. Familiar, but not enough so for any sort of recognition. It irritated him just as much as ever, but in this moment he also felt a sort of inner peace that he didn't understand and couldn't place, but it soothed the anger none-the-less. He still couldn't make much sense of the thoughts buzzing about in his head, but for the first time in his life, when he was sober, that was okay.
Kakuzu was wearing another turtleneck sweater, this one a slate gray. Without the labcoat on though, Hidan could actually see how complementing it actually looked on him. It fit perfectly, not too tight, not too loose, hugging his thick biceps, outlining his lats all the way from his strong neck to his mid back. The material flowed loosley and folded in on itself over his hunched stomache, somehow not making the man look to have a gut even though it was bunched the way it was.
He was wearing khaki-colored pants underneath them, somewhere between dress pants and common slacks. The kind with the large pockets on the side of the thigh. Hidan decided that he like these on Kakuzu. The sweater gave him a dignified, respectable look, enhancing and embracing his increased age instead of focusing completley on it. And the pants were of a recent enough style to make him look casual and comfortable, took away the edge of his hardened facial features.
He chewed on his lower lip, sniffling heavily as his nose threatened to run again. He was aware that he was sitting here staring at the man he claimed to hate, and believed that he did. But right now, righ tin this moment, Kakuzu didn't seem like his boss, like a threatening authority figure, like the asshole of the century.
He was just a guy in his mid-to-late forties. The same as everyone else.
Hidan tried, just as an experiment, to muster up some of the anger the elder man caused so easily in him. He even creased his own brow and scowled at the sleeping man, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.
But he stopped soon after, when it felt like he suddenly didn't have all that much energy left to exert. Finally the calm he felt receded a little as a thought popped into his head. Just a simple, innocent thought, but one that disturbed him to no end.
I like him like this.
His eyes widened as he sat backward on his knees. It was just one thought, but as soon as it whispered it's way into his head, it was as if a flood of them suddenly came racing through.
He really is kind of sexy.
No! He's not!
I wonder what he's like when he's happy.
Don't wonder that!
I wonder what he's like in bed.
"Hey!" Hidan said loudly then to escape the thoughts before they got any worse, unable to hold back his smile when his voice interrupted the dead silence in the livingroom, and the older man jerked awake.
His emerald eyes caught Hidan's osft magentaish-pink ones, blinking in confusion for a second.
"You don't have to sit over there at the table you know..." He said, just before the older man's eyes flashed back to their usual angry composure. "I fell asleep at that table the other night, in that exact spot. Holy shit, the next morning sucked, my whole body hurt everywhere."
"What time is it?" His gravelly voice ground out, as he stretched his back and relaxed again to rub his eyes.
"Five Thirty-eight."
"What?" The older man said sharply, snapping his head over to glare at Hidan. "Why is our cab not here yet?"
Hidan shrugged, vaugely wondering why he was still sitting like he was, watching each action the man made. His head was starting to feel a little foggy, probably thanks to his cold. His stupid body was working harder than normal, so now what little sleep schedule he'd had would be all jacked up. Part of him wanted to go ahead and go to bed, and another part, a louder, but more confusing part, urged him to stay out here. With Kakuzu.
"Maybe they got stuck too. Can't even see out the windows anymore, there's so much snow and ice."
Kakuzu rose from his chair then and stormed over to the front door, twisting the knob and pulling it open.
Except it didn't budge.
Hidan raised a brow in interest. That was weird, he didn't remember locking it...
Kakuzu growled deep in his throat, taking a wider stance, twisting the knob and ripped the door open with a loud crack that made Hidan jump from his seat and rush over to the door.
"What the fucking hell are you doing you fucking senile old bastard! You'll break the goddamn door and let all that fucking cold get in here!" He attempted to push the old man out of the way, with absolutly no results at all, the man was like a boulder. And so he abandoned that idea to drop crouch down and look at the latch.
The entire thing was covered in a thick layer of ice.
"It was frozen shut." Kakuzu said, still not moving from his spot.
"Holy fuck..." Hidan said, sniffleing and then dragging his arm across the bottom of his nose without thinking.
"What are you? Two? Go get a damn tissue you idiot!" Kakuzu snapped then, shoving the man easily out of the way as he stepped forward to the outside door and tried to push in the handle. It was in the same state at the big door had been, only this one had three foot of snow drifted up against it to keep anyone from forcing it open.
Hidan was thrown sideways to the ground when he was shoved, having been caught off guard not just by the action but by the strength of it. He was pretty fit, he liked to think, but he kept forgetting how the Doctor was built like a fucking brick house.
"Don't fucking push me around you asshole! It's not my fault we're fucking froze inside this place!"
Kakuzu growled at the door, still looking outside. It seemed the streetlamps had gone out as well, it was pitch-black out there, Hidan noted, following this thought with the internal question of how their electricity was still running if the city lights weren't up and running.
As if on cue, the lights flickered as the wind howled outside. That was strange, he hadn't even heard it pick up so much, usually the windows in this place rattled like a motherfucker.
"Ooohh nooooo..." He moaned as they flickered again.
Kakuzu spun around, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before averting his gaze down to Hidan, a deep scowl set in his features.
"FUCK! You've got to be kidding me!" He shouted, turning and half-way running into the kitchen. "Not now, not with this asshole here and itachi back getting screwed! Don't do this shit to me!"
He fumbled in the drawers as they flickered again, and then went out.
"Shit! Where's the goddamn flashlight!" He snarled.
The light returned then again for only one endless minute in which he spotted what he was looking for, snatched it from the drawer, and looked up to meet Kakuzu's eyes.
Then the lights flickered out one final time.
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A/N-
Slow plot progression whhuuuuttt? Shit's getting hot and heavy up in here.
Hehe, yeah, well, it turns out I accidentally lied... a lot. I wanted this story to be as realistic as possible but you know what? I'm sorry, but I'm getting impatient here. Can't take much more of this dragging ooon and oooon. And Since Kuzu and Hida are nowhere near the level they need to be at for anything to happen, Kisa and Tachi get to step up to the stand, since their relationship is bounds and leaps farther ahead anyway.
You're all probably pissed at me for dragging that out and then stopping where I did too huh? xD Ooohhh cliffhangersss. It's just to keep you reading, I promise I'll do more in the next chapter.
But this one, whew, it was a doozie eh? All four of the characters' Pov's on this one. And I have no idea how long it is, but I know it's long as fuck. AND, and, You didn't even have to wait a day in between chapters. . Though i guess technically it IS friday right now.
Oh hey, look at that. It's valentines day. HAHA! HOW PERFECT!?
I blow my own mind sometimes, seriously.
Anywhosen, forgive all typos and spelling errors. And please, please keep leaving me your wonderful reviews. Hidan, for some reason, it a huge bitch to draw, so I'm having troubles with that, but I'll have him up asap, I promise.
So, have a happy V-day, or at least try... lol.
And I'll see you next chapter!