"Mr. and Mrs. Fusho." Sasori slid a set of IDs across the table, eyeing Hinata.
Hidan thought that the Mrs. was a bit much, but once Sasori suggested it and Hinata agreed, Hidan just let it happen. Hinata picked hers up and tilted it in the light.
"Where are you going?" Sasori idly wondered.
"Kinda defeats the purpose of disappearing if we tell you." Hidan narrowed his eyes on him.
Sasori tilted his head indifferently. "I just think it's interesting to know how people use my work."
"Let's get going." Hidan pulled his ID off the table.
"We're even," Sasori called after him.
"Yeah," Hidan called back.
"What did you do for him?" Hinata asked as she caught up with him, not looking comfortable with the neighborhood they were in.
"You don't want to know," Hidan told her.
Hinata just ducked her face into his jacket as they passed open streets. She even made slinking the shadows cute.
Hinata's head dipped again. She was trying so hard not to fall asleep on the train, but they still had a ways to go. She might as well get the sleep. Hidan guided her head to his shoulder. Was this making him look soft? Maybe it made him look badass to have a girl on his arm. That's how he was going to justify it to himself. This was the act. Right?
Ugh, he had to admit he was enjoying it.
Hidan selfishly wanted to take advantage of all her sweetness while he had it. He didn't know how long this would last, but he knew that it realistically couldn't. Getting caught wasn't the only risk. Hinata wasn't like him. Killing her father was an accident. She didn't go into that fight, wanting it to end that way. She didn't have it in her to get past it without guilt. She didn't want this.
And she would wake up one morning, probably soon, and realize she made a mistake in coming with him. She was going to be disgusted with herself for wanting to kiss him. The thought of sleeping beside him for comfort would make her skin crawl. Reaching for him when she was scared would make her feel insane.
And it was going to hurt. That's how he would be able to let her go. Hidan could work with that. He would wait for that, and then he would tell her she could leave, and she could keep her secret that she gave him any affection.
Hidan laid his head down on hers and closed his eyes.
Then their adventure would be over, and they would both be back where they belonged.
The wind dusted through Hinata's hair as she sat on the rock wall just shy of the docks where the community was moving about the stocks of fish. The water's movement washed the thoughts out of her mind like it was taking it out with the tide. Hidan remembered that she liked the water.
Hinata flinched as something cold came to the side of her neck. Hidan pulled the drink back and grinned as he climbed over to sit beside her, holding out the drink. "I am looking up an old mate." Hidan cracked open his drink. "I think he can help us stay hidden for a while."
"You don't want to sell fish?" Hinata tilted her head.
"I don't want to smell like fish," Hidan switched their drink bottles so she had the open one.
Hinata giggled. That was the answer she was expecting.
Hidan's face suddenly became serious. "If someone finds us out here. I want you to tell them that I forced you to come with me." Hinata lost her smile. "Tell them I broke out to find you and did everything on my own and that you were scared. That's what I am going to tell them. I was obsessed and came to find you."
Hinata brought her knee up to wrap around. "If they read the letters, they are going to know that it was never like that."
"I don't think anyone is going to think it's a leap with my history." Hidan downed his drink.
"You didn't kill my father." Hinata sipped at hers.
Hidan pointed the empty bottle at her. "No one needs to know that."
"I know." Hinata laid her head down.
"He deserved it." Hidan eyes flicked down to the healing bruise across her neck. "If you didn't kill him, he would have killed you."
Hinata knew that was possible. "That doesn't make me feel better."
"You're going to have to live with it." Hidan crushed the bottle and put the lid back on it.
Hinata took the bottle from him. She wasn't sure if he would just throw it to litter, but she wasn't taking the chance he would. "How do you?"
"I know that they deserved to die. That's all I need." Hidan told her. Could she justify it that way? "You already thought he was a murderer. He was about to kill again. What was stopping him from killing his other kids?"
Hinata bit down her lip. She couldn't think of Hiashi hurting Neji or Hanabi, but… he did try to strangle his oldest daughter. How was he going to cover that up? How would he have explained that away? Would he just bury her somewhere? Would he have panicked and killed Neji too? She didn't want to think about it, but maybe she needed to to live with herself. "Maybe…"
"If he didn't grab a knife, I could have probably got him first." Hidan lifted his arm where his sleeve was hiding the bandages.
Hinata looked back out at the water, pressing her face into her knee. It wasn't just herself she was protecting. Maybe that's what she needed to think about to live with it.
Hidan held out a stick to Hinata. He was enjoying real food. This was one of the things he missed in prison: good street food. Yeah, he didn't have to think about meals, make shit, or pay for shit in prison, but the food was garbage. Hinata tilted the stick, smelling it before taking a bite.
Shit. Why did she have to be so cute? "You never have a meat skewer?" Hinata shook her head, taking another bite. "Never been to a fair or festival or a good food street?"
"I wasn't allowed to go to festivals," Hinata answered, licking her lips clear of sauce.
"Never?" Hidan face twisted.
"My sister snuck me out to one when we were kids, but my father caught us when we came back." Hinata's eyes looked down at her finished stick with a new sadness. Her father was more controlling than she said he was.
Hidan lowered his head to take a bite out of her stick. Hinata smiled and held it out to him. "We are going to have a visit some. Who the fuck doesn't let their kids go to the festival." He said with his mouth full. "We can get you a kimono."
"Yukata." Hinata corrected with a smile. "Kimonos are formal wear."
"Whatever." Hidan took another bite of the stick in his own hand.
Hinata tucked herself into Hidan as they weaved through a bar. She had only ever been in a bar enough times to count on one hand, and every single time, she was dragged out.
Hidan tucked her into a corner. "Wait here." Hinata kept a hold of his jacket. She didn't want to be left out here. This was clearly not a normal bar. "It will be fine. I'll just be a minute." He pulled her hand off him and lowered his height to hers. "You can hit anyone with a frying pan if you like."
"That's not funny." Hinata whimpered.
"It's a little funny." Hidan chuckled. "I'll be back." He disappeared into a room, and Hinata backed herself into the corner.
They had stopped at a few questionable places, but she really didn't like this one. She wasn't sure what it was when she first came in, but right now, it was the guy looking at her at the nearby booth. Don't get up, please. Don't get up, please. Don't get up, please.
He got up.
Hinata pressed her lips together and tightened her grip on her arms. Was it too much to ask to just be invisible to men?
"Hey, you don't look like you should be here." He commented, resting his arm on the wall beside her.
"I'm just waiting for someone." Hinata didn't look up at him.
He nodded. "You look like you are waiting for something better."
Hinata couldn't keep the cringe off her face. Was that a pickup line? Hinata flinched as the guy went from leaning close to her to his back, slamming to the wall. She looked up to see Hidan with a scowl on his face and his arm held out to her. Hinata latched on to him and took a step behind him. "Ready, sweetheart?"
Hinata nodded and pulled him back in hopes that they could leave quicker.