Sun, 23 Dec 2007 05:06:42 GMT

Finally, I seem to be understanding LJ a little more. ^^'' Hopefully now that I have the internet in my home I will be able to get used to it quicker. The only problem about having the internet is that it's in the kitchen. Which is 1) freezing cold and 2) not private so I can't look at some of the things I want to look at here. :P It also has no working sound. I am unhappy. Ah well.

It's nearly christmas already! I really don't feel like it's christmas at all, you know. But I might get a Wacom Tablet, so I'll be very happy :D While I'm at it, I have some pictures. Let's see if I can get them all under the cut this time. It was my first time putting pictures up here, but thankfully they worked after a couple of tries. If you can't see the pictures, please tell me. Now, click below~

I'll post more soon, maybe. Projections (comments) are appreciated! Oh, and if you have a question about the characters, feel free to ask ^^

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 16:20:03 GMT

A KakuHidan fanfiction (first of many, I hopes ^^)
By - Heiwa-dan http://heiwa-dan.livejournal.com
Rating - I’d say 18+, I guess ^^
Contains - Yaoi, violence, extreme language (yay to Hidan’s ever-swearing moods :P ), questions on genitals, and…grey coffee. Ew.

*
It was another dark night. There was no reassuring glow of silvery moon hanging in the sky, or the sparkling of stars. All of that beautiful, natural light had been covered up by deep black, rolling clouds. It made most of the inhabitants of the town uneasy; a storm was coming, they were sure of it. And a storm meant a lot of rain. If there was too much, their crops would be drowned and their lands flooded.

One person was definitely not thinking about this. Kakuzu sat alone at an empty table outside a bar, the part of his face that was uncovered cast into shadow. Sighing, the man swirled the half-empty bottle around on the table in front of him before taking another gulp. He noticed a couple of young men watching him and raised an eyebrow. However, one of the men’s eyes didn’t leave him despite his intimidation, wandering instead over his body and trying to work out where he kept his wallet.

Frowning, Kakuzu finished his bottle and got to his feet. He felt uncomfortable with those men around, and causing a ruckus by killing them would not be a good idea. He sighed and walked away into the darkness, the wind blowing gently at the collar of his coat. Beneath the cover of some trees, Kakuzu stopped and glanced back at the bar. The men who had been watching him were gone. Two of them were walking away in the other direction, but the other must be planning to try and mug him. Smirking a little, Kakuzu closed his eyes and continued onwards.

Barely five seconds after he had begun walking again, Kakuzu heard the telltale noise of an attacker sneaking up behind him. He waited until the other man was close before dodging to the side. The man stared at the air in front of him, surprised at the others’ speed. He didn’t have much time to think about that, though, because then he felt something touching his legs. When he looked down, he was hit in the face with a tangled mass of black strings, which dug into the skin around his mouth, sewing it completely shut. Kakuzu stood over him for a moment before holding one arm out and extending more of the black threads.

Once he was done, Kakuzu’s threads retracted and he stalked off along the road. Behind him the man’s body lay still twitching, his chest cavity ripped open and his heart missing. Kakuzu gave a small smile that no one would have seen even if they had looked at him and looked up at the bleak night sky. Yep, it was definitely going to rain.

Another night alone , sighed Kakuzu. He rather wished that he had someone to keep him company sometimes. Being alone all the time was a little boring, too. Kakuzu frowned as he remembered something; something which he really shouldn’t have nearly forgotten about already. It had to be the drink…

Just today he had been introduced to his new teammate in the Akatsuki, the man who was also his new partner. Kakuzu had thought of him as a rather quiet type, as the other hadn’t spoken to him much all of the nine hours they had been together for training today. But then again, talking during training could sometimes prove fatal.

Hidan. That was his name. Silver-grey hair and strange violet-purple eyes, he wielded a scythe with three blades. He also wore a necklace that proved he was a follower of Jashin, the “Evil God” religion. Maybe that was why he was kind of quiet.

The sight of the person he had just been thinking about jerked Kakuzu out of his thoughts, and he slowed to a stop before retreating a couple of steps and peering into the window of a small café. Hidan was looking absolutely miserable, head bowed over his greyish-looking cup of coffee.

At least I don’t seem to be the only one who’s lonely , Kakuzu thought, and then knocked on the glass separating them. Hidan’s head snapped up and he almost spilled his coffee as he saw the face looking back at him in the window. He cocked his head to one side in a rather cute way before getting hurriedly to his feet and leaving the café, his cup clutched tightly in his hand.

“It’s fucking freezing!” he moaned as soon as he stepped out of the door, “Why’re you out here when it’s so cold? Hell, why’re you out here anyway; are you fucking spying on me?!” Kakuzu raised an eyebrow as the other began to walk beside him, sipping at his coffee.

When he received no answer to his question, Hidan raised his head and looked up at his partner. “Hello, anyone there, idiot?” he enquired.

Kakuzu gave a pained smile. “It seems I misunderstood your silence when we first met,” he muttered, “I thought you were always like that.”

Hidan made a face. “I can’t stand staying quiet,” he grumbled. “I was just like that because…well…” He flushed slightly. “I was just kind of shy. I mean, I’ve never had a partner before and…um…” He seemed to think he had said something wrong, because he squeaked and covered his mouth immediately. Kakuzu actually laughed, and then looked surprised himself. It was rare that he ever laughed.

“You…you have a nice laugh,” Hidan mumbled, refusing to meet Kakuzu’s gaze. The taller man looked down at the other, a suddenly very affectionate look in his eyes. Hidan glanced at him and noticed this, blushed, and then said: “Ew, look at you, you big pansy. You’re getting all mushy over a little compliment!” His aloof and rude attitude appeared and then disappeared again suddenly. “I guess you don’t get complimented much,” he whispered.

“Nope.” Kakuzu nodded his head in agreement with the other and sighed. “I don’t care,” he said.

“…Why the fuck not?” Hidan asked. “I’d not be happy at all if someone didn’t compliment me every day or, hell, even speak to me! The others… they keep their distance from you. Why the hell is that? Are you like, fucking cursed or something? Because if you are, I want a different partner. There’s no way I'm having a partner who’s cursed with some… something really bad!” He looked up at Kakuzu again, violet eyes boring deep into the dark green as he awaited his answer.

“I just don’t like company,” replied Kakuzu.

“Fuck! Then why did you want me as your partner? I-!”

“I didn’t ask for you to be my partner. My last one was killed, so they put you with me. We don’t choose who we’re put with. The guys higher up do that,” Kakuzu explained. Hidan, however, didn’t look like he was listening.

“Did you just…interrupt me?!” he cried, startling a group of women nearby. One of them called to him, asking him to quiet down, but Hidan turned on them instead and yelled; “Fuck off, you old bat! I’ll fucking shout if I fucking bloody fucking well want to!” Kakuzu shook his head at the overuse of swear words, but realized that he was probably going to have to get used to it. It looked like Hidan’s personality certainly wasn’t quiet. Usually…

“Hidan?” Hidan stopped yelling at the women and looked at his partner.

“What?”

“Were you lonely?”

Hidan’s eyes widened a little and Kakuzu watched, amused, as the pale cheeks of the other turned a bright red. Hidan lowered his gaze and regressed into his quieter self, hands drawn close to him as he fidgeted.

“U-um…I…” he stuttered, unable to get more than one word straight out at a time. In the end he gave up and fell silent beside Kakuzu as the two walked towards the outskirts of town. Kakuzu laughed again and saw that Hidan’s face turned an even deeper shade of crimson.

“Do you like my laugh?” he chuckled, beginning to like it himself. Hidan was looking extremely flustered by now, but managed to answer with a short nod. Kakuzu smiled and stopped. Hidan walked a couple more steps ahead before realizing that his partner wasn’t with him and looking back.

“What’re you doing?” he asked quietly after a few seconds of stillness. Kakuzu ignored his question and moved slowly towards the other, who was now looking worried. “Hey, are you on drugs? What the hell are you doing?! Ack!” Hidan cursed a couple of times as Kakuzu’s arms wrapped around him, but when he noticed that they were the only ones in the street he calmed down a little, bringing one hand up to tug at Kakuzu’s arm. “Oi, I asked you a question,” he muttered.

“I know.” Kakuzu smiled and buried his face into Hidan’s hair, receiving a squeak for doing so.

“W-well, aren’t you going to answer me?” Hidan enquired, suddenly a little breathless. Kakuzu shook his head and Hidan sighed. “You’re a handful, you are,” he muttered playfully, reaching up and pulling Kakuzu’s head down to look into his eyes.

“So are you.” Hidan gave a small laugh at Kakuzu’s reply and nodded.

“I always am. Deal with it,” he murmured, so close that their lips touched with every word. Kakuzu took this as a good sign and leaned in a little more, finally bringing their mouths together. He was unable to suppress a small moan of delight at the feel of Hidan’s lips parting as he grinned, tongue slipping out to lick at Kakuzu’s mask. “Aren’t you going to take it off?” the silver-haired man asked.

“What, can’t you wait?” Kakuzu snickered, pulling back a little. Hidan glared at him.

“Hey, I'm not some needy little whore! Of course I can wait!” he cried, indignant. Kakuzu chuckled and released him.

“Good, because that’s all you’re getting until we get back.”

“WHAT?!” Hidan looked outraged. “Hey, you can’t just stop me in the middle of a fucking street in the middle of a fucking town where there could be fucking people fucking watching and be so…so goddamn irresistible that I can’t help but want to fucking kiss you and then say that I have to wait ! I can’t wait, dammit!!” After his last sentence, Hidan blushed a bright pink and buried his face into his hands. “I can’t believe I just said that,” he groaned.

Kakuzu gave a little smile beneath his mask as he reached up and slowly removed it. Hidan stared at him for a second, and it was then that Kakuzu remembered that Hidan had never seen him without his coat on.

“Wh-what happened to you?” Hidan’s voice was barely a whisper as he reached out to touch the thick black threads that wove their way in and out of the skin either side of Kakuzu’s mouth. Looking into the dark green eyes, Hidan closed his mouth upon realizing that the subject was not to be discussed. Instead he took a step closer, wrapping his arms tightly around Kakuzu’s neck and pulling him into a kiss.

Tongues met, shy and curious, and Hidan pressed hard against his partner, rolling his hips against Kakuzu’s and feeding little groans of pleasure into their mouths. Kakuzu had never really thought that Hidan’s lips could be so soft, considering the words that left them sometimes. Growling gently, the man tipped Hidan’s head back a little to enable himself more access to the others’ mouth. Hidan responded by shivering and squeezing Kakuzu more firmly, gripping his shoulders and moaning loudly. Eventually, the noises attracted unwelcome attention and the two broke apart as someone yelled at them.

“What did you call me?!” Hidan shouted, eyes blazing with more than just passion now.

“I say’s you’re a faggot! Get a room!” the man replied, laughing with his friends. Hidan clenched a fist in rage.

“FUCK YOU!” he bellowed, so loud that Kakuzu flinched and the men jumped. “Fuck you, you homophobes! So what if I'm a fucking faggot? What’s it to you, eh? IT’S ABSOLUTELY NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS! NOW GO AWAY !” Obviously, his raging yells were rather scaring the men, because they disappeared quickly, still laughing, although also sounding rather shaken. Hidan, hands on his hips, watched them go before turning back to Kakuzu.

“You’re right. Maybe I should have just waited,” he muttered, a light blush crossing his cheeks. He blinked as Kakuzu hugged him once more, pressing their bodies close, although it was more a comforting gesture than a sexual one. Hidan noticed this and smiled slightly, burying his head in Kakuzu’s strong chest and sighing. “My voice hurts now,” he groaned, sounding a little hoarse.

“Good. It means you won’t wake as many of the others up tonight,” Kakuzu commented, and then grinned as Hidan whacked him over the head, face pink.

“Aw, look what you’ve done now,” the smaller man whined, feeling his cheeks. “You’ve made me blush, dammit!”

“Correction; I’ve been making you blush ever since you left that café earlier,” Kakuzu replied with a grin. Hidan took a moment to think this over before he replied.

“No you haven’t.”

“Um, it’s easier for me to see your face than it is for you. Believe me, I know you were blushing,” Kakuzu said.

“Hn…” Hidan folded his arms and kicked a stone. “Whatever. Let’s go home now, yeah? It’s still fucking freezing.”

Kakuzu couldn’t help but answer with; “You want me to warm you up ?” at this, and laughed again as Hidan stumbled and coughed, flustered. “Here.” Hidan was actually shivering, so Kakuzu put an arm over his shoulders and walked along close beside him, letting the other cling to his side.

“Hey. Can I um…get in your coat with you?” Hidan enquired, tugging at the collar of Kakuzu’s long black coat. Kakuzu looked down at him, raising an eyebrow.

“No. I’ve had enough of you yelling about homophobes already tonight.” Hidan smirked at this.

“They deserved it. Fucking twats,” he spat. Then he turned back to his partner. “Can I go in it tonight?”

Kakuzu hummed for a second. “I think we’ll be busy taking our clothes off , you know,” he said cheerily. Hidan pouted at him, blushing slightly. He laid his head against Kakuzu’s arm as they walked, as he was too small to lay it on his shoulder.

“I meant after that…” he murmured.

“I guess.”

Hidan grinned and hugged his partner tightly. “Thanks.”

*
By the time the two got back to the Akatsuki HQ, (Wtf is there such a place? I don’t know…~!) everyone else was already asleep, it seemed. Which was just as well, really, because Kakuzu didn’t really want to be interrupted for the next few hours.

As soon as they had entered the room, Hidan was pressing up against Kakuzu again, bringing his head down for a fiery kiss. Kakuzu kissed back just as passionately, guiding the other over to his bed and eventually pushing him down onto it. Hidan broke away and stared up at him for a moment, his hair slightly askew and his eyes wide, filled with some emotion that Kakuzu couldn’t discern.

“Heh…” Hidan laughed quietly, “My first night here and I'm not even going to sleep in my own bed,” he chuckled. Kakuzu raised an eyebrow, his reply to the others’ words mere silence as he leaned down and kissed him in the mouth. It was unlike their previous kisses; hot and even a little needy. This kiss was different - it was soft, gentle, rather reassuring. Obviously, Hidan liked this type of kiss, as he began to moan and grind himself closer to Kakuzu’s body, seeking warmth, searching for something.

By now, his breath was running out, so Kakuzu pulled back to breathe, gasping and drinking in the cold air around him. Hidan was gazing hazily out over the room, silent for once as he too tried to get his breathing back under control. Kakuzu looked down at him, noticing the soft, pale skin of the others’ neck and smirking. Hidan’s breath hitched and he let out a low, guttural moan as Kakuzu began to suck at the sensitive skin, biting down gently. Hidan squirmed beneath him.

“Do it…harder,” he gasped, shivering. With a small smile, Kakuzu complied, nibbling and sucking until a dark mark had appeared on the others’ skin. He pulled back for a moment to admire his work. Hidan lifted a shaking hand and felt at it, hissing slightly.

“Does it hurt?”

“Kind of…it feels good, but when I turn my head…” Hidan muttered, doing so and whimpering. “It doesn’t. Fuck…” He rubbed at the mark, frowning. “Do it again,” he said.

“Ooh, getting a bit demanding now, aren’t we? What about my pleasure?” Kakuzu asked, raising an eyebrow. Hidan blushed.

“U-um…anything specific that you have in mind?” he enquired, glancing down towards Kakuzu’s crotch. Kakuzu just grinned and began to unzip his coat. He watched Hidan’s eyes widen more and more as the coat slipped off his shoulders and fell to the floor around him, revealing his scarred body. Hidan continued to stare at him for a few seconds before he shook his head vigorously and moved his hand to Kakuzu’s thigh. Kakuzu moved off of him and Hidan kneeled between his legs, looking a little apprehensive, but showing no other emotion.

As the other slowly undid his trousers, eyes averted from him, Kakuzu wondered just how Hidan could be like that. Everyone else who had ever seen his body had been scared of him, as if he was some sort of Frankenstein’s monster or something, but Hidan hadn’t been fazed at all, really. Maybe it was just because of the fact that they were both desperate for the sex, but Kakuzu couldn’t help hoping that there was another reason.

All thought suddenly left Kakuzu’s mind as his partner’s mouth encircled him, swallowing him down to the hilt. He let out a low hiss and jerked slightly; Hidan obviously didn’t like this and pulled back a little, glaring up at him.

“Oi, watch it with that thing, idiot,” he grumbled. “I’d rather not choke, even though it makes no difference.” Kakuzu vaguely wondered what he meant by that, but mumbled a ‘sorry’ and Hidan started again. Head jerking back, Kakuzu shuddered as Hidan worked him with his mouth. The silver-haired man was surprisingly good with his mouth, which made Kakuzu speculate about why he used so many swear words to illustrate the things he was talking about. Perhaps swearing made one better with their mouth…?

Just then, Hidan pulled back, wiping his lips with a strange look on his face. Kakuzu looked down at him curiously, panting. Hidan’s lips curved into a smirk and he lay down on his back, opening his legs a little.

“I'm not giving you any more until you put that ,” he motioned to Kakuzu’s rather large erection, “somewhere else .” A bright spark had been lit in his violet eyes and he was breathing heavily as Kakuzu leaned over him, burying his head in the crook of Hidan’s neck as he thrust into him. Hidan’s whole body shook at the intrusion, but he forced himself to relax, clinging with sweaty hands to Kakuzu’s back and digging his fingernails in every time Kakuzu plunged into him.

Kakuzu was already feeling close, and realized that it was probably because he hadn’t had sex for so long. But this, this was different from anyone he had ever had before. Hidan’s body was tight and - fuck! - so hot. His gasps became louder in Kakuzu’s ear and all of a sudden he let out a wail that could rival a banshee, and Kakuzu felt something sticky and wet splash onto his lower stomach. As this happened, Hidan’s body became even more clutching and Kakuzu lost control, biting down hard on his lip as he climaxed. Hidan let out a squeak and then a moan, head falling down onto the pillow beneath him. Kakuzu collapsed on top of him, but rolled to the side after a moment for fear of crushing the other.

Hidan gazed silently at him with half-closed, glazed over eyes, a light blush gracing his pale cheeks. He reached out slowly and ran a hand shakily through Kakuzu’s hair; Kakuzu wondered to himself just when his mask and head cover had been taken off, but shook the thought away. He nudged himself forward a little, closing the distance between them, feeling Hidan’s arms encircle his neck as he leaned down and kissed him gently in the mouth.

“F-fuck…” Hidan stammered at last as they broke apart, faces still close. “I never thought it would feel like that…” He ran a hand through his own hair and sighed slowly.

“Well, I suddenly appreciate that body of yours so much more now,” Kakuzu murmured, grinning. “Do you have any idea of how much of a nice ass you have?”

“Is that on the outside or on the inside?” Hidan asked with a snicker. The two looked at each other for another moment before bursting into fits of laughter. Suddenly the door slammed open and Deidara stormed into the room, followed by Tobi.

“Will you two shut u-!” The blond stopped mid-sentence as he saw the two. Kakuzu didn’t blame him for staring. They were both naked and sweaty in his bed, clothes strewn around them, utterly disheveled and, if Hidan turned over, covered in hickeys. Hidan had decided to give Kakuzu a few while he had been busy. Plus, there was also the fact that they were laughing, and that probably scared Deidara alone because Kakuzu never laughed.

“Ooh, sempai’s!” Tobi squealed, hiding behind Deidara, who looked like he wanted to be the one hiding. “What on earth have you been doing?” The young man asked the question acting as if it wasn’t already extremely obvious. Deidara frowned.

“Shut up, Tobi,” he muttered. “I think we should go.”

“But Deidara-sempai, I want to ask them-!”

“Look, if we leave now, I’ll come with you so you can go and annoy Zetsu in the garden with questions about his genitals.” Deidara grabbed the back of Tobi’s coat and dragged him out of the room, the door sliding shut behind them with a small ‘snap!’. Hidan giggled nervously.

“Questions about his genitals ?” he enquired, looking at Kakuzu. Kakuzu smirked.

“Plant stuff,” he replied. Hidan’s mouth formed a small ‘oh’ and he nodded, unbelieving. “You’ll figure it out tomorrow when you see Zetsu for yourself,” Kakuzu explained. “Believe me, if you’re as smart as I think you are, you’ll get it straight away.”

Hidan pouted. “Can’t you just tell me?”

“Well, that would almost be calling you dumb then, wouldn’t it?” Kakuzu poked him on the nose. “Come on, it’s late. Go to sleep.”

“’Kay.” Hidan sat up, grabbed the sheets, and pulled them up over them both before snuggling close to Kakuzu and burying his head in his chest. Smiling, he put his arm around his partner, closing his eyes. Kakuzu looked down at him for a little while, just watching, until Hidan finally sighed and looked up at him.

“What?”

Kakuzu made a non-committal sound. “Nothing.”

“Fuckin’ lies. Tell me,” Hidan said, squeezing him a little. Kakuzu raised his eyebrows.

“I was just thanking you.”

“When?”

“Just now.”

“I never heard it.”

“That’s because I was thinking it,” explained Kakuzu with a sigh of his own. Hidan made a face and shifted a bit so that he had access to Kakuzu’s mouth. He kissed him for a few brief seconds before pulling back and looking at him.

“Why are you thanking me?” he asked softly. “For a good fuck?” A small grin sidled onto his face.

“No, no,” Kakuzu mumbled, “although it was good.” Hidan beamed at him and made an agreeing noise. “It’s just that I'm amazed you never ran away from me, even when you saw me.” Hidan blinked at him, confused. “My scars . The threads . Everyone else who has seen them stays away from me. They think I'm some sort of zombie or a monster or something… and you’re the first who stayed.”

Hidan’s inquisitive eyes softened a bit and he kissed Kakuzu again, pressing close against him. “You’re my partner,” he breathed when he broke away. “I’ll never leave you.” A deep blush crossed Kakuzu’s cheeks and he blinked at Hidan for a few seconds. The other laughed and patted him on the head. “Aww, you should see your face when you blush!” he chuckled. “It’s fucking adorable!”

“You’re going to have to do something about that language,” Kakuzu muttered.

“…Fuck you!”

*
Owari. Ah, how OOC was that, eh? Could I possibly make Hidan more unlike himself? I'm a mushy person, I guess… >.< Anyways, this was my first time writing KakuHidan fanfiction! Yays all round! *mutter* Heiwa, you really need to write more of this shit…
Right. Please leave nice comments. ^^ Constructive criticism is appreciated, although if you want to say “Fucking hell this was horrible!”, be nice about it. I’ve sensitive, especially about my art and stories. :P
I still have no name for this, even after finishing it… ^^’’
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