Out of the hole

Twenty-five

Kakuzu returned to the small room to find Hidan on the ground giggling with the strong smell of fruit and nuts in the air. The laughing man was surrounded by sake as well as a few bottles of stronger alcohol. "Of course you'd get drunk while I'm gone." Hidan mumbled out a few curses as Kakuzu sat on the bed. Hidan stood up and stumbled his way to the older man. He let out another giggle. "K-Kakuzu ho-ld meeeeee." He mumbled in a sing-song tone. "Cooom-me on pl-please? I-I've been waiting all-alllllll day!" "I've been gone for less then a half hour." Hidan sat on the older mans lap and pressed his head on his chest like a dog that wanted to be pet. "Knock it the fuck off, Hidan. You acting childish." "B-but K-Kaku-zu, I'm a-always fu-fucking c-ch-c-childish and y-you're alw-always a-an as-asshole." Hidan continued to push his head against the older man's chest. He giggled again then stopped moving, looking up at the taller man. "Hold meeeeeeee go-god dami-damit!" Hidan whined like a child that was scolded by its mother. Kakuzu didn't say anything, he just watch the grown man on his lap beg for affection in the most annoying way possible. Hidan then wrapped his pale arms around him. "Come o-on you as-asshole! Hug m-me back!" He pleaded. "Fu-fucking cuddle me." His voice began to slur as he got more and more tired. "Fine if you drink some water first." Hidan growled. "No h-hug me n-now!" Hidan crossed his arms. "I swear you act more like a brat as you get older." "I-I am not f-fuckin-g a-a brat!" He growled as he crossed his arms once again.

Hidan got up and stumbled his way into the kitchen and got a glass of water. He drank it slowly, not liking the cold feeling on his gums at all, but he wanted to cuddle with his boyfriend so he sucked up the uncomfortable feeling and finished the glass. "T-there I wat-water som-e fu-fucking drank! N-now will you cu-cuddle me?" Hidan question. Kakuzu smiled, amused that Hidan began to mix up his words. "Fine hurry the fuck up." He sighed opening his arms. "Y-yay!" Hidan yelled as he nearly fell twice as he attempted to walk properly to his boyfriend. He sat back down in Kakuzu's lap and let out a moan of satisfaction as the larger man's arms wrapped around his back. "I-I l-love y-yo-u, K-Kakuzu!" "I love you too, Hidan." He sighed. "You're-r warm." Hidan laughed as drool fell down his chin. "You are a mess." Kakuzu replied as Hidan whipped away his spit. He laid down on the bed. Hidan closed his eyes. "Shut t-the fuck u-up." He slurred tiredly as he started to fall asleep. He moaned in his sleep as Kakuzu turned to his side to get more comfortable. "Goodnight asshole." He muttered as he too fell asleep, pulling Hidan close.

Hidan felt alone again. He felt weight, the weight crushed his chest, the weight of the earth. His neck felt like it was snapped into eight, he couldn't see anything. The darkness felt like a cold, unloving, blanket. He hated it, he hated the feeling stuck in his own skin. He tried to squirm around, desperately trying to escape but his legs and arms refused to work. He let out a dry, weak groan as he attempted to move again only to once again fail. It hurt, it hurt so much. He couldn't move, nothing was connected. He started sobbing, he just wanted out, wanting to move. His eyes stung to hell and he felt worms as well as the other bug squirm in the stump at the end of his neck. His teeth rotting in his skull, his skin drenched yet flaking off, he could taste the dirt and mud of the rocky roof. He sobbed louder. He heard footsteps above him. "K-kakuzu!? Is that you?!" He called out but it was more like a huff of air. "Hay Kakuzu?!" His voice was a whiney creak, a desperate cry, begging for his lover to come carry him away like he did last time. A stomp on the ground was his only response. "Shut the fuck up!" A voice yelled from above, it wasn't Kakuzu's, his eyes widened. His sobs were heavier but almost silent. "Kakuzu." He whispered over and over again as if he would come just by the repatriation of his name. His voice got louder and louder until he was screaming. "I said shut the fuck up!" The voice yelled again, he finally recognized the voice, it was Shikamaru Nara's. The teenager who buried him alive.

But he had come so far from that hole. Had it been fake, a lie, a dream? No this currently felt fake. This was a dream a bad bad dream. He knew this but just because he did, didn't mean he would know how to get out of it nor would it improve the dream. Somehow it made it worse, he felt even more stuck. The tears refused to stop falling as he let out a miserable sniffle. He heard footsteps walking away and off into the distance. "D-da-d-dammit al-all t-t-o he-hell!" He muttered. He knew this was a nightmare but it felt never ending. He felt dead and ill. His eyes grazed over every square inch of the darkness that surround his head and body. "T-to he-hell." He was much quieter. His eyes scanning desperately for any sign of light yet none came for his hopeless begs and pleas. He let out a shriek of frustration. He felt something fall on his eye, it was the dirt of the ground above, the irritating, irritating dirt.