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He missed Hidan today. The rotten part about being in a relationship with someone was, as far as he could tell, when they were apart. It couldn’t be helped though. Kakuzu had to do solo missions from time to time. It still didn’t stop him from thinking about how quiet it was, or how much he’d rather be getting annoyed at Hidan pushing a subject he wasn’t particularly interested in. Annoyance was much better than loneliness, he decided bitterly. How had it even come to this?
Most of his life, Kakuzu had been happy to travel alone. He’d been perfectly fine with his own thoughts on the road, focused on his target, and enjoying the nature as he walked. There had been a time before Hidan, when he would have never even dreamed of being lovesick like this.
He could still remember the first time they’d kissed. Hidan had been so angry at him that day. They’d had an argument on the road just before a thunderstorm had hit, and Kakuzu had insisted that town was too far off to take shelter in a motel. There were some caves in the wood that would have been just fine with a fire and their sleeping bags. Looking back on the day, he realized that the argument hadn’t been about where to take shelter at all. Thunder storms carried terrible memories for Kakuzu, and he’d just wanted to get out of the rain before it even started.
Hidan had been able to suss out that there was a problem deeper than the weather, and that’s where the fight had really taken root. Trust. Kakuzu had snapped that he would never trust Hidan or his judgement. He’d said so in a wild fury that seemed to leave his partner hurt and confused.
Hold on asshole! That’s not fucking fair and you know it! I’ve always had your back! Always! I’ve never given you a reason not to trust me and you spout that bullshit?! Fuck you Kakuzu! Fuck you! I hope you get soaked out in those woods!
Kakuzu could still remember the way that Hidan had yelled at him. He remembered the way the lightning cracked through the sky, and before long, he was on his own, drenched to the skin, and being pelted by hail. Of course, it had been one of the few times where Hidan had been absolutely right. They could have probably made it to town just fine. They could be warm in a motel somewhere with a hot cup of tea. The more Kakuzu thought back on things, the more he remembered.
He’d been having nightmares for weeks before that argument. Nightmares of another night and another storm. Hidan had been bothering him since they’d started, and trying to get to the bottom of what was really bothering him. Nobody else had ever cared enough to try, and frankly, it had terrified him. The thought of being so exposed to someone.
He remembered his map getting drenched to the point it was unreadable, and finally in the height of the thunder, lightning, and hail, Kakuzu had given up and taken shelter under a low hanging rock ledge that barely covered him. His legs were still getting soaked, and the splash back from the rain had made his shelter pretty much useless. a rookie mistake, and embarrasing for an S-Rank Shinobi. But his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Not until he realized that Hidan had come back for him.
Kakuzu paused then, and put his map away. He sat down on a bench just inside of town, thinking back on that moment. Hidan’s eyes were alight with his own fury, bursting with the ache to say I fucking told you so. And yet… he didn’t. He simply sat beside Kakuzu under that miserable ledge through the whole storm, quiet, and brooding. Shoulder to shoulder until the shaking stopped, and they sat watching the rain together.
“I’m sorry.” It was probably the first time Kakuzu had ever apologized to him.
“I know you are.” Hidan had spat back. They sat together until Hidan’s shivering became too much for Kakuzu to ignore. Eventually, they made it to a roadside in, several kilometers away from where they’d initially been headed. Kakuzu strained to remember just how that argument had lead to their kiss.
It was hard to think passed the way Hidan held his face, pressed their lips together, and whispered sweet nothings against his lips. It hit him, then that he’d cried. He told Hidan about that night in the rain. He had wholeheartedly believed that his partner would give him the sharp tongue lashing he needed to get him back on track but instead, behind the light of all the fury inside god’s chosen disciple, Hidan cast aside his biting remarks and had held him. It was the first time in his life that Kakuzu had ever been held with compassion.
There’s nobody in this world I would trust more than you. He’d told Hidan desperately. And that’s when Hidan had kissed him.
Kakuzu leaned his head back and drank in the memory. Since then, they’d been nearly inseparable, and now all Kakuzu wanted was to be held and kissed until everything else in his mind faded away.
His eyes fluttered open as a weight landed itself unceremoniously in his lap, Like a wish come true, pale fingers pulled his mask down, and lips crushed against his again, again, again, again, until they were both grinning into each other.
“You travel slow as fuck old man. I barely had to try to catch up with you,” Hidan laughed against him. “Did you miss me?”
Kakuzu’s hands slid up Hidan’s thighs, coming to rest on his hips as he gazed at his boyfriend with a spark of gratefulness that could never be expressed with words. Hidan would always find him when he needed him the most.
“Not a chance.”
