The Beach Episode//Bastards and Heathens
“Come on old man! Why can’t we just go some fucking place like all the other fucking members!”
‘Your being an insolent brat. Vacations cost money. Time off costs money. Money I dont want to spend”
“Your such a fucking cheapskate. Everyone else goes on vacation together, why not us? Its not fucking fair!”
The stitched man growled in response to the Jashinists perpetual whining. All Hidan wanted was a moment in time, a weekend at most, time to spend with his lover away from all the chaos. Away from the missions. Away from the base. Away from the day to day never ending monotonous grind that comes with being a contractual employee.
Time for the two of them to enjoy the sand, the sun, the nightlife and the never ending passion that would ensue when doors were closed at the end of the day. When all that was left was the bodies of the two lovers wrapped in a never ending state of coitus until the sun rose again. But the old man who sat behind the old oak desk, in the leather bound chair, flicking through the green paper in his hand, was not enjoying the concept in any form.
“Such a fucking heathen. Only caring about your Jashin forsaken money ....”
The silver haired man rambled under his breath without a care of who was in earshot. Inky black threads shot out of the elders stitches and across the room. Grabbing the younger by the wrist and dragging him over so that his face was minuscule inches away from the masked man’s. Emerald and ruby eyes glared intensely.
“Would you like to repeat yourself? I don’t have time for petty games from little boys.”
“If you're askin’ you already know heathen.”
The younger smirks drawing out the syllables of heathen slowly. He knows how much it irritates his masked lover when he does so. Improper use of language or something of the sort. But he wants the irritation. The anger. Drawing a rise out of him was his favorite foreplay game. Getting a response, any response is better than this back and forth bickering about a stupid vacation to the beach. At least that will lead to something.
“You're a bastard. Now shut up and let me get back to my work.”
Inky threads launch him across the room and against the clear wall of the office. The sting of the rock wall against flesh did not hurt nearly as much as the word that was said.
Bastard
Calling him this. This slur. This word. This name. It was clearly a boundary that he did not want broken but just was. Kakuzu knew what he was doing at that moment. Knowing full well that calling Hidan a bastard would draw out the memories that he hid well. The buried memories of what he was called as a child with an absent father figure. A mother who was emotionally gone. Memories of the things he witnessed. Saw. Experienced. Things that only could be drawn up by a simple reference. The normally hot headed, unbothered Jashinist was currently at a loss. Emotionally stunned and shocked. A tear trickled down but was quickly wiped away with the back of a hand.
“You didn't have to do that you know”
The Jashinist mumbles to deaf ears. He half expected a response but knew full well that one wasn't going to come no matter how hard he tried. Picking himself off the floor, feed softly pad to the couch where he lays down facing away from the sounds of counted flimsy paper money. He didn't want his lover to see the look on his face, the tears he fought back, how stupid and immature his flaring emotions are.
Silence other than the sound of the ticking of the clock and flicking of money between fingers. The occasional scratch of a pen in a ledger. He remains curled on his side on the couch. Avoiding everything yet nothing at all. The sounds comforting but the silence keeps the burning and old broken wound open. Finally he speaks.
“You didn't have to say that shit you know…”
Words softer than normal. Quivering as he speaks. His tough, boisterous, rude exterior cracked a tad bit more than usual.
The sounds of paper being counted pause momentarily. A gruff sigh.
“I don't do confrontations, brat. Specifically not from you.”
“Yeah whatever.”
Another pause. Longer than usual. Another gruff sigh.
“You really want to go on that beach trip you wont stop yammering about dont you.”
Ears perk up. Did he really just say what he thought he did? Sitting up he faces him. His face slightly red and tear streaked against his will.
“I mean yeah but it's fucking cool if we cant. I know you hate spending money on shit.”
“If you want to go I will do it. But to be clear, I'm not happy about it. I just hate seeing your ugly mug cry like a bitch.”
“You really mean it kuzu?”
“Don't call me that. But yes.”