Unpacking, Kakuzu decided, was a bitch.
Not to get into Hidans course language, but going through personal items and placing them in the exact positions made his mind royally fucked. Sometimes he wished that vodka was in the depths. So he would be befuddled, screwed over and land on the spilling mixture of underwear, scrolls, and various accessories. Grumbling was exactly his forte; he chose to do it as he shifted through the knapsack, finding broken kunais and splinters cluttering up the bottom of the fabric. He blew a stray black strand out of his general vision. Great, bloody perfect.
Cleaning patrol was not what he wanted to spend his night doing. Rather, he wanted to rest, sprawl out on the bed, and think about the 20 million bounty he had laid his hands on. The money suitcase had been placed on the wooden desk; Kakuzu knew that the contents wanted to be touched; and he scheduled time to do so. He imagined the money sliding gently in his hands. Carefully, he made sure he didnt have an orgasm thinking about it on the spot.
He craned his neck upward towards the bed, for he was dipping at a very far angle. Low and behold, his zealot partner was doing the same thing, only a smaller bag in his cross-legged lap. That white, porcelain skinned lap. Kakuzu licked at his lips anxiously. Almost hungry for the man in front of him he was. It seemed Hidan did not see him staring, so the action was continued.
His face, delicately pretty in a non-girl way, was not in his usual sneer. Sort of expressionless, in a blank sort of worry. Kakuzu was not used to this sort of manner, at least not when he was eying him up. The Immortal held up a cat figure, a sign of luck; he promptly threw it over his shoulder and sighed. The hardened clay smashed against the wall, pieces collecting on the small desk. Boredom was probably setting in. He finally looked up, the peony colored iriss locking onto Kakuzus. The other stood up at full height immediately, scratching at his head as if he wasnt guilty.
Taking a shower, Hidan mumbled, a long one. He uncrossed his legs, dumping the bag unceremoniously to the side of the bed, and flipped the un-gelled hair out of his eyes. With the door slamming behind him, Kakuzu idly wondered if Hidan was upset in anyway. He shrugged, going back to unpacking his boxers and assorted trinkets. The boxers were placed away in separate drawers. Hidan's messy set on the left and Kakuzu's on the right. As the man did this, a constant nagging kept pounding in his ears. It dawned on him that he never actually knew what his partner packed. Quickly glancing sideways (the door was closed; the shower was making noise) Kakuzu walked over to their bed. The limp bag was zipped up halfway. Did he do this on purpose? Objects told a lot about their owners.
Kakuzu was never this curious. He found it funny. Shifting his hands through, the Akatsuki nin was unsurprised to feel a lot of sharp instruments. He pulled out medical looking ones; ones that looked ready to gouge; ones that split open and revealed more blades. Senbon were the commons ones, along with kunai. A feel that was a sharp contrast finally was felt to the touch. It was smooth, jagged at the end but with paper. Curling his fingers around it, Kakuzu pulled the thing out, and it revealed to be a picture. A very old one. Burn spots were in some of the places but it wasnt that note that caught his eye. It was the people in it.
Him. Hidan. Both together, in the film-like picture. Motionless, of course, yet he could sense a lot of feelings in it. Thousands of things unsaid. While he had a mask on, for certain Kakuzu knew he had been smiling. One hand was curled on his shoulders. Hidans, naturally. The man looked completely different. In some looks; his hair was shorter, and his body frame a lot less muscular, leaner even. The face, however, was startling. He was smiling. Not a forced smile, or one of those show all your teeth say cheese! smile, but a laughing smile. Like the person he held onto was the only one in the world that could make him this way. Enjoyable as it seemed, Kakuzu couldnt suppress the nostalgia. Back then, they detested each other. He couldnt even remember when this was taken. Clouds hung over their head, the sky a forget-me-not blue. Very peaceful.
Not wanting this to faze him, Kakuzu placed the photo gently on the bed spreading. He reached inside, only to find another. This time, Kakuzu remembered that he was the one who took it. Hidan was sopping in mud, drenched with it. Of course, the Banker had found this hysterical and snapped this. Hidan was laughing, eyes closed, hands tugging at the pendant around his neck. Almost looked like he was tripping. Kakuzu didnt know a smile was etching his face as he kept finding more; one showed Hidan all bloody and shrugging both shoulders in a comical way; another with both of them, by the campfire, Hidan closed eyed and grinning. No matter which was unveiled, Kakuzu noticed two things. One, the zealot was smiling. Always. Never a dull frown or moment. And two, the only frayed/damaged one was the first he had seen. Maybe thats why his partner looked all calm, but noticeably upset. Small possessions was what he loved. Like the Jashin pendant. Countless hours went into polishing the damn thing. Kakuzu fully unzipped the bag and rummaged around some more. A flower was there, dried and pressed, the petals green and vibrant. Wrapped around the stem was another, only this time, the petals shone a violent purple. Irony was dripping from Kakuzus pores. He knew what they symbolized. Hidan could be too sweet sometimes.
Sounds of water instantly stopping made Kakuzu go nervous for a second, but he calmed down and breathed. Hidan always took extra time to do his hair and towel off. He lay all the pictures in a pile, the flowers off to another end, and started up again. Beads, bottles of blood, shuriken, broken sea glass that shone in the lamplight. Pack ratting, thats what it was called. Some of these things probably meant a whole lot to him though. Kakuzu could only find stuff like marbles and sand grains that meant absolutely nothing.
His mind couldnt just get off all the pictures. Special as they were, Hidan had never been this sentimental. Why now? Especially with enough pictures to create a photo album and then some?
Hey bastard, have an extra
.. Hidan words fell short, making Kakuzu whip around. Clad in a towel wrapped around his waist, Hidans stoic face blinked slowly. His hand gripped on the door, nails embedding into the wood. The banker cleared his throat, standing up straight. Yes?
I wanted to know if you have an extra towel, dumbass
.but it seems I have a new question. He stumbled over, hair dripping all over the cream colored carpet. Why are you going through my shit? Hidans tone suggested morbid curiosity and a little suspicious. His eyes narrowed thinly, foot tapping on the floor. The pictures ruffled from the fan blowing overhead. Kakuzu could only sweat.
I never see what you have. He merely stated, while the priest went over towards the bed. Slim fingers, almost like pianist hands, caressed the photos softly, tracing the burn marks on the first. Hidan picked it up carefully, making a slight flapping sound from the material being bent. He held it so close that Kakuzu thought hed eat it.
This one means a lot to me, Hidan whispered, a lot a lot a lot. Repeating over and over, he swiveled towards his partner, his best friend, and held it up. The photo almost became see through because of the light; and burn marks stood out darkly. Kakuzus green eyes blinked, tilting his head. The sheer meaning of one owned item was great. How could he have missed it so easily?
Suddenly, Hidan was in his arms, and he was hugging the white haired man back. Warm tears were felt on his bare chest. Hidan, crying? The bastard never cried, never allowed it. Muffled words echoed on his skin, almost tickling in some sort of way. Everything to me
Hidan sobbed out. Kakuzu believed he was thinking of the good times they had, things they shared. Almost heartbreaking it was to see those memories be placed into the past section.
Youre everything. Kakuzu mumbled, rocking back and forth slowly. He hummed to calm his other down. Settling on the solid fact that unpacking wasnt a bitch anymore, Kakuzu stayed that way. His head tilted towards the other photos, eyes catching one that mustve been overlooked.
Overhead, the fan blew the others out of the way for a better look, as if right on cue. There he was, him and his partner, lip locked in a sweet way. Hidans arm was in view, the one taking the snapshot. What a tearjerker. How sublime in every way.
Yet, in his mind, it was picture perfect.