#hidansan

[kaknzn]

"Sorry" (Apologise to me, old man!) -- hidan-san

Send me ‘Sorry’ and my muse will fill out a formal apology form for yours

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[narutorpcpositivity]

@hidan-san is a sweet, and wonderful person. Her Hidan is very well written, and plotting with her is so much fun. Her ideas and thoughts are like little nuggets of gold I just can't help but run with. I'm grateful to have her as a friend and writing partner.

[kaknzn]

"Can I buy you a drink?" -- hidan-san

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     He was definitely surprised. Not that he thought of Hidan as a selfish person, but it surprised him that Hidan would have enough to buy him a drink in the first place. Something tugging at his chest made him pause.

     “Why not...?” It would be nice to be the one treated for once. “I could go for a whiskey.”

[kaknzn]

“How long has that been bleeding?” -- hidan-san

Post Trauma Starters

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     Pain radiated through his side; Kakuzu was low on chakra, meaning his threads would be slower in stitching up his wound and stopping the bleeding. His attack style focused more on being a powerhouse, while Hidan was better at ranged attacks with his scythe, it seemed. While they could both be versatile, Kakuzu had focused on his stronger battle style. This had been an important fight-- and they’d still managed to muck up by killing their enemy and marring his face beyond recognition. 

     Waste of time. Waste of money... and Kakuzu was too stubborn to acknowledge that his legs felt like they were on fire, shaking with every step. As he walked, he left a trail of blood in the dust. He was too angry to stop and think about resting for his injuries. 

     “Forget it,” Kakuzu snapped. “Let it go, it doesn’t matter. We’ve lost enough time and money on this useless fight. Just focus on getting our next victim, and don’t muck it up this time.” 

     Well aware that the blunder was more on his shoulders than Hidan’s, he felt a rush of satisfaction at the thought of Hidan being as angry as he felt. Petty, he knew that, and he didn’t care. 

[kaknzn]

Forgetful Falls-nin || Closed

@hidan-san

While seeing Kakuzu hit the ground and lie there for a few moments was nothing out of the ordinary – it was a tactic the two of them used frequently and efficiently – him staying there even after the enemy was defeated was truly a strange occurance.

The sight pierced Hidan’s heart deeper than any spike, and he did not enjoy this kind of pain at all. A thought he usually banned to the darkest corner of his mind crawled into his consciousness – while both of them were champions in immortality, only one was truly out of death’s reach. He was not ready to be alone again, Hidan realized as he begged his god for his partner’s life.

But then Kakuzu opened his eyes and relief flooded Hidan’s system. He took a deep breath and comfort in watching the threads do their beautiful work, mending cuts and stitching slashes. Kakuzu, however, did not. Instead he seemed – unsettled by the procedure. Maybe he was just as shocked as Hidan that the blow had hit him so much harder than expected.

“It will stop hurting in a minute,” Hidan reassured, even though he was not exactly sure whether it would. Kakuzu neither stated nor showed when he was in pain, so Hidan didn’t precisely know how painful the whole process was.

‘Who-?’ Who had been able to afflict such damage?

“I don’t know, man. Bounty hunters maybe. Who cares, they’re dead now. Fuck ‘em.” The curse was followed by a spit in the direction of the closest corpse, still drenching the ground in blood.

“Can you sit up?” Hidan asked and reached for his partner. After all the noise and destruction they had just caused, leaving was probably not a bad idea. His ritual would have to wait.

      The feeling was worse than awful. His breathing became rapid and short, and Kakuzu reached for the threads, attempting to pull a handful of them away from him. They were like centipedes inside of him. With that thought in his mind, his stomach revolted. He must not have eaten, as there was nothing to throw up but the taste of bile in the back of his throat. He managed to choke it back.

     As the stranger had said, the movement stopped after a moment, and the pain began to subside. The question fired at him went over his head for a couple of minutes as he laid there, staring confused at the sky. By all means, he should be dead. Dead. This was hell wasn’t it? He was killed. He’d been killed. Did the First Hokage do this to him? Was the war still happening? He had to get back to his village-- he had to tell the elders... had he already? It was so hard to remember.

     Slowly, he pushed himself into a sitting position and looked around. Trees. But... Not from the Mokuton. These trees were old. Some of them broken from what appeared to have been a terrible fight. Looking down at himself was even more confusing. He turned his hand over once, then twice, and pulled up his sleeve to look at the tattoos on his wrist.

     He had been to prison... but these tattoos were... old. The fading in them spoke volumes. 

     This didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense. How old was he...? His hands had been weathered. 

     “Who... are you? You know me, clearly but I have no idea who you  are. What village are you from? I don’t recognize the symbol.” He looked around the area once more. “We aren’t anywhere near Taki... are we?” 

     What happened to me...?

[kaknzn]

“Breathe. Come on… breathe, please…” -- hidan-san

Post Trauma Sentence Starters

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     Slowly, Kakuzu opened his eyes. His chest ached-- burned. Breathing was difficult, but he was beginning to steady. His head and vision swam, and Kakuzu was sure he was going to vomit. What happened? 

     The last thing he remembered was... shackles? He’d been in prison hadn’t he? Or... was it the scroll he remembered last? Losing to Hashirama? Or even... the Hokage leaving him on the border of his village? Which order did these events happen in? Everything was foggy. Who was this man? Why was he so desperate to see Kakuzu breathing? He didn’t even recognize the village symbol on the man’s headband. What village was he from?

     “Chest--... hurts,” he gasped out, moving his hand to his chest, only to feel a gaping hole where his heart should be. What the fuck? What the fuck?! Something under his skin crawled, and Kakuzu thought for a moment it was... bugs. Worms. No... Soon, his body began to stitch itself closed, and those threads inside of him moved something through his body. His body was acting to replace the heart that had been damaged. What the hell was going on?!

     “Who...” He croaked out, unable to say more.

[kaknzn]

"Want some ice cream?" -- hidan-san

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     Was that a legitimate offer? Curious, Kakuzu pinned Hidan with an interested look. There had to be some catch. Nobody ever just... offered him things. That wasn’t how his life worked. People weren’t nice for no reason. Especially those in the Akatsuki. Even if he accepted the offer, and Hidan wanted nothing in return, he would still feel like he had a minor debt. That simply wouldn’t do. 

     Despite himself, Kakuzu finally looked away from Hidan, going back to his book.

     “No. Thank you for the offer.”

[kaknzn]

“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.” -- hidan-san

               @hidan-san ♥

     To Hidan’s credit, he was right for once. Though, not many knew the reason this part of the land was so dangerous. Nearby, along the borders of The Land of Stone and the Land of Waterfalls, there was a ruin of an old library. 

      “Fools with a death wish,” Kakuzu replied evenly. In that old Library, there was access to what would appear to be a vault. Beyond those carefully locked doors, Kakuzu kept his most treasured possessions. Things he could not afford to be caught traveling with. Indeed, the presence of monsters in these woods was a tale he’d spun. It kept out curious and greedy souls alike. 

     “Scared?” He asked his partner, an edge of mocking in his tone. “Afraid of monsters, are you?”