Hinata hummed, holding the blanket to her face. She woke up to the nightmare not being a dream, but she was warm and groggily enough to forget about it for now. Hinata knew what compelled her to sleep in his bed. She didn't want to feel alone. She wanted to be held. She didn't want to ask. Even after she threw herself at him, he offered his comfort, and for that, she was grateful.
If she was more awake, she might find it funny that he had kicked off all his blankets like he did in the corner of her room. It's not why she brought her blanket with her, but she was glad she did.
Was this going to be her life now? Motels and snuggling up to a serial killer?
Could she judge him anymore?
Wasn't she worse? She killed someone she knew.
Hidan grunted and stretched before he pulled her into his chest like a massive pillow he was content to squeeze the life out of. Hinata closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to her chest. She could just go back to sleep and think about it later.
Hidan stepped out of the shower and realized he needed more clothes. He shouldn't be stupid and go out again wearing clothes that could get him caught. He dried off and redressed. His gauze was soaked through, but he was sure she would rather that than him taking it off.
He was going to make that joke, but Hinata wasn't there when he got out.
Shit, but her stuff was still there. Well, what the hell was he going to do? If she called the cops, they would catch him. If she just went out, she would be back. Hidan flopped back on the bed she must have made up because he certainly didn't and sighed. Time to wait.
Hinata tucked herself back into the motel door with bags in tow. She only realized after she left that she should have told him something. She was too groggy to think that much, but she had enough mind to pull her hood up while she shopped.
"I thought you took off." Hidan propped himself on his bed.
Hinata dug into her bags and pulled out the medical supplies she bought. "Where am I going to go?"
"Police?" Hidan offered. "Cry wolf? What are they going to do? Believe the convicted killer or the school teacher?"
"I am no better than you now," Hinata grumbled as she undid his wrapping and started on better closing it.
"Is that what you are going to convince yourself, sweetheart?" Was that meant to be endearing? It sounded like an insult. "Fuck, ow." He jerked away.
"Stay still. I need to disinfect it. I only had antibiotic ointment last night." Hinata tightened to keep hold of his arm.
"Damn it." Hidan jerked again before grabbing onto her thigh and gripping it. Was he doing this for a show, or did he actually have self-control because his grip didn't become painful? He started talking to keep his mind off it. "I know a guy that can get us some IDs. Make us disappear."
"Do you know a doctor too?" Hinata ripped open the packaging, glad he was looking away from what she was doing.
"No. Why the hell would I?" Hidan turned his head and realized she was holding a needle in the thread. "Oh, hell no."
Hinata pulled him back before he could get away from her, but she knew if he wanted to overpower her, he could. "I need to keep it closed."
"I don't give a shit if it scars." Hidan cursed.
"If it stays open, it's more prone to infection. I am going to put in a few small stitches just to keep it closed." Hinata lit the lighter she bought to sterilize the needle. "You gave yourself a Jashin tattoo with a needle and a pen. Don't act like this is worse."
Hidan face twisted as he watched. "Where the fuck did you learn how to do this?"
"Television," Hinata answered, threading the needle.
Hidan leaned away from her. "That's not making me feel better."
"Survival documentaries." Hinata clarified.
"You know they were going to make a documentary about me," Hidan commented and winced as she stuck the first jab into his skin.
"I am sure it would have been dramatized," Hinata mumbled in her focus. She didn't know what she was doing, but if he wasn't worried about a scar, it didn't matter if it caused a jagged scar.
"Maybe they would have asked you to talk about our letters." Hidan's grip tightened with each stab, then purposely loosened until she was done. He was deliberate even when he acted like he wasn't.
Hinata tied off the last knot, then added antibiotic cream and wrapping. "I wouldn't have done that. If they want anything from our letters, they can ask the prison system to release them."
Hidan raised an eyebrow at her. "You wouldn't take the money?" Hinata flicked a look at him. "Nah, you're too loyal to the cult leader." Hinata stopped to frown at him, and he laughed. "I can see that shit being spun."
"They will say it now." Hinata finished the wrapping. "I got you some clothes." Hidan's hand slid off her leg as she got up to dig in a bag. Hidan caught what she tossed him. "Put a shirt on, please."
"You didn't have a problem with it last night," Hidan grumbled, but then he realized what he said, and his face twitched into regret.
Hinata felt a stab. She didn't know what she was thinking. She already threw her life away. Maybe she thought she might as well throw the body in the mix. "I'm sorry."
"Hey." Hidan put his hands up. "I told you what I thought."
Hinata wasn't sure if that was comforting or not, but she was happy he stopped her because she might have woken up with a lot more guilt than she already had. Instead, she woke up feeling safe and warm and appreciated that.
But at this point… what was stopping her? Hinata was already running away with him. What was she going to do, tell people that he was her older brother? They didn't even look like they could be distant cousins.
Hidan got up to tower over her with his head tilted down, his arms curled around his clothes. "Stop thinking. You are not helping yourself by overthinking everything. Say fuck it and do what you want to do."
What she wanted to do now was lean up and let the intrusive thought take over. Was this something that happened after murder? Hormones cloud all rational decisions because all the other chemicals were so high?
Would she regret it?
Fuck it.
Hinata closed her eyes and tipped her head up.
Hidan kept his stomach floating for a moment. Damn it, that was too cute.
Hinata broke the kiss, staring with hooded eyes, and he realized this was a bad idea. He didn't need her falling in love with him if he was planning to let her run off to claim to be a victim.
Hidan dipped his head back down to recapture her lips anyway because he didn't make smart decisions.
Hinata thumbed through the clothing racks, looking for something she didn't like. She wanted to not look like herself, but she also knew that to not look like herself, a cap and a hoodie wasn't going to do it forever.
Hinata frowned at the top she pulled out. Low cut, brightly colored. She never showed cleavage, but if she was going for the opposite of what she usually wore…
Hidan snagged the top out of her hand, putting it back. "Don't dress like a hooker. You'll stick out more and look more suspicious if you are constantly uncomfortable." Hinata's face lit up stop-light red as he read her insecurity. "It's not going to impress me. I am more of an ass man anyway."
Hinata covered her mouth to hide the bashful smile that spread. Was that meant to hide him being nice, or was that what actually came to mind? Maybe a little of both.
Hinata could probably cut her hair. Hidan might need to dye his. Hiding him was more difficult than hiding her, but then again, more people were looking for her because the news was already reporting that she was possibly kidnapped.
The one thing that she couldn't get off her heart was that Neji wasn't going to know the whole truth. Should she have left him something to tell him she was okay? No. He would have given it to the police and tried to find her. There was no way to tell him that he would be putting her in more danger but trying to find her. He was going to have to suffer alone through the new information that her father had a motive to kill his, all while thinking she was in danger.
Would Hanabi pick up his calls? How long would it take of her thinking that Neji was being annoying before she picked up the phone? These were the things that were going to keep Hinata up at night.
"What about this?" Hidan held out some awful coat from the rack. She took a moment to realize he was being serious and shook her head. Hidan frowned at it and put it back on the rack.