Okay. Hinata had to come up with something. She couldn't just have him live in her room forever. It was uncomfortable how comfortable she felt with him there, and she wanted the mixed feelings to stop, but if she stopped thinking about that problem, she had to think about the other problem.

Neji wanted her to talk to her father. He nudged her again before he left, but leaving her here alone is not what he would want for her to possibly enrage her father if he knew what she did, but he didn't know she wasn't alone either.

Hinata started dinner. Feeding Hidan hadn't been hard. It wasn't like she didn't take snacks and meals to her room in the past, but it did make her nervous. If she could just take her father's meal to his office, then she could easily take two to her room without question.

Or at least that was what she hoped until her father came out to loom in the kitchen. "Have you been in my office?"

Hinata looked over her shoulder. This was a bad idea. "Yes." Hiashi's face twisted. Hinata poured the contents of her pan into a prep bowl and turned it into the sink to rinse it out. Focus on the task at hand. Don't lose your nerve. "Why is there a folder under your desk."

Hiashi's face turned red with rage. "You stay out of that."

Hinata looked up, knowing her face told him she already looked.

Hidan jumped as he heard something hit the ground in the kitchen, then a yell. He cracked the door and heard enough of a struggle to head down the hall. Hinata squeaked and kicked as her father loomed over her with his hands on her throat.

Hidan lunged for him, yanking him off into the cabinets, putting himself in between him and Hinata as she coughed. Hinata fisted a hand into the back of Hidan's shirt as she caught her breath.

"Who are you?!" Hiashi barked.

Hidan turned his head to check on her and heard a drawer rattle open. He tossed his arm up to miss being stabbed by a kitchen knife by mere hairs. Did this fragile old man really going to try to kill him? Good, Hidan had a good reason to kill him now.

Hidan grabbed his arm, twisted it, and punched as hard as he could into his chest. The old man tumbled back, and Hidan lunged for him.

Hinata struggled to catch her breath as she watched her father, and Hidan tumbled to the ground. Her father still welding a knife. Even if Hidan could overpower him, it only took one good shot. What did she do? This was the worst-case scenario.

Hiashi got a hand loose and slashed at Hidan, catching him in the arm. Hidan cursed and rolled back instinctively to cover his arm, and Hiashi pushed him off. Hinata grabbed the pan out of the sink and swung.

Hiashi dropped the knife and hit the ground like … a corpse. Blood trickled out of the wound on his head and puddled on the floor.

Hinata screeched, dropping the pan and frantically backing up until her back hit the counter, covering her face as she screamed.

Hidan stepped over her father's body, putting his hands out to her. "Calm down."

"I…! I….!" Hinata latched her hand onto his forearms, digging her nails in as she used him to hold on to reality. "I didn't mean to!"

"I know." Hidan put his hands on her hips and lifted her up on the counter. Maybe he could tell her knees were about to give out. "Breathe." Hinata realized she was hyperventilating. Hidan moved his head in between her and her father. "Look at me. It's going to be okay."

"How is it going to be okay?!" Hinata felt like she was going to faint. What did they do?! Blood trickled down Hidan's arm into her hand. "Are you okay?!"

"Breathe," Hidan repeated. Hinata tried to, but it hitched as her panic started to crumble into horror. Hidan's hand came up to wipe away her tears, making her realize she was balling. Her throat burned. What was happening? "Calm down, don't make any decisions on adrenaline."

"Is he alive?" Hinata tried to look around him.

"Look at me," Hidan repeated, holding her face in place to focus on him. "Just look at me and breathe."

Hinata tried to find ground, digging her fingers into his forearms and trying to breathe evenly while focusing on his face. This is not what she thought he would be like. This was not what she imagined murder felt like. This was not the calm she was expecting him to have.

Hidan hands released the pressure on her face. Hinata dipped her face from him to hide as she blubbered. He lowered himself to keep her face in view, keeping the attention on him and not the looming body lying behind him. "You're okay."

Hinata released his forearms, pulling on him to bury her face while she cried.

Hidan sighed. This was a problem, but it was solvable. The question was if he solved it his usual way and stepped out of her life, making her an unfortunate victim to his series of murders, or… he could take her with him.

Hinata took a while of clinging to him to calm down and ground herself. Your first murder came with a lot of panic and a moral brain shutdown. The human body rejected it, but she could get over that. He had.

Hinata whimpered, pulling back to take another look at her father's body. "Oh, my god."

"That would have been a lot more on brand if you said Jashin." Disappointing, actually.

Hinata gapped at him in outrage, but she wasn't looking sad anymore, so the bad joke worked. "I can't do this!"

"Don't rile yourself back up." Hidan rubbed her arm. "What we are going to do is, you are going to go clean up. I am going to make my mess. You are going to pack a bag, and we are going to disappear." Hinata shook her head but wasn't looking at him again. She wasn't thinking about the consequences, or maybe she was thinking about them too hard. "Look at me." Hinata's eyes snapped to him. "The police are going to put together our letters, the bruise on your neck, and this. If I leave you here, you are going to be a suspected accomplice even if I make my mess and run off. Go. Shower. Don't come back out here. I will come to get you. Okay?"

Hinata pressed her lips together and nodded. "Okay."

"Just stay calm." Hidan thumbed over her cheek and pulled her down off the counter.

Hinata took another look at her father's body on the floor and ducked her head to not look as she passed.

Hidan rolled up his sleeves, looking down at the bastard. He was going to enjoy this.

Hinata's hands were still shivering as she grabbed clothes. She paused in the middle of manically shoving them into a bag. What was she doing? Should she just call the police? She already cleaned up. Hidan was probably already smearing blood on the walls. There was no way to argue that she was just defending Hidan because then she would have to explain why she was defending Hidan.

Hinata shut that door the moment she didn't turn him in.

Hinata shoved her clothes into the bag with more force. This was her only way out. She could think about it later once she cried her eyes out. Her choices had brought her here. She couldn't blame even Hidan for that.

She didn't want to look at herself in the mirror. The bruise was already purple around her neck. She was afraid of her father, but she never imagined he would try to strangle his own daughter. What was his plan after? Did he think he could claim another break-in? That he couldn't have done it because of his shoulder? It seemed fine enough to try to force the life out of her. Was it all a lie?

"Hey. Hey. Come on." Hidan's hand slid over her shoulder as he found her stopped in the middle of her frantic packing to blubber. Hinata turned to him. He was suspiciously clear of blood in a new shirt that he must have taken from Neji or her father's room. Had she taken that long? "Let's get out of here." Hidan gathered his few items and tossed the extra bedding he used onto her bed. He pushed her toward the window, grabbing her bag.

"Wait." Hinata pulled back. "The will."

Hidan looked out the window and winced. "Really?" Hinata pressed her lips together. If Neji was going to come home to that. Hinata at least wanted someone to find the evidence that she did. Hidan groaned as he relented. "Fuck. Where is it?"