Out of the hole (rewritten)

Chapter eight

"Oi, Kakuzu! Can you carry me? I'm tired!" Hidan whined, holding the older mans arm in a hug like hold.

The elder knew it would happen eventually, Hidan hitting exhaustion. He was surprised by how long Hidan had lasted. He had been walking kilometres for hours with no break, and with the lack of fat, the little he ate, and his already constant pain he'd give out before the day did.

Kakuzu shifted thread out of his back and had it wrap around the scythe, pulling the large weapon to the stitch. Just between two masks. He hoisted Hidan up, so there fronts were touching.

Hidan had always been lighter then him. Kakuzu had throw him over his shoulder and carry him of hours a number of times, but it was absurd how light he was now. Like a bucket with only a small puddle of water in it, he had some weight, but he could be carried effortlessly.

"I missed your ugly mug." He said slowly, sleep started to crawl up his legs, making its way to his eyes. "I missed you too." He pressed his lips against Hidans temple. The pale man rested his  head on Kakuzus shoulder. "I'm gonna pass out." Hidan mumbled, allowing this eyes to shield themselves form the harsh sun. "Then go to sleep, it's probably for the best." Hidan hummed in response, soon being followed by his body going limp. He had fallen asleep, drifting off into a tired that had been nipping away at him since noon had hit.

Kakuzu moved with urgency, there was a threat out there somewhere, and it wanted Hidan to return to his grave. It went after them the first moment Hidan was alone, they were probably following since they left the hidden leaf. Despite not sensing any chakra, he had a feeling deep down in his gut telling him that they weren't too far behind. Just a few footsteps away.

Hidan started to mumble, softly. His voice told him nothing but barely audible gibberish. The murmurs of his brain dribbling out of his mouth. There was nothing to them other then that. "Ka-kauz-u..." His own name was the the only thing he could pick out in the string of unintelligible words put together by torn lips.
He could never get a break from his voice when Hidan was near, even when the zealot was asleep he remained noisy. Though he has been without his voice for so long he didn't mind it much.

It had been a full day since they began the walk. The sun had started to make his way down to the tree tops, lightly grazing them as he past. He knew he had to stop, he just burn out the already extinguishing sunlight. He placed Hidan on the ground, leaning on a tree beside a small flowing river. He then started shaking his shoulder. "Hidan, it's time to wake up." He spoke gently. Other then a weak hum. Knowing that Hidan wasn't going to wake up. "HIDAN!" He yelled. Hidan shot up, he panted desperately, begging wordlessly for air to get into his gored and scared lungs. He slammed his head back down, hitting the tree behind him. "Fuck! Why did you you do that?" He growled rubbing the back of his head. "For a ninja you sleep pretty heavy." Hidan opened his mouth for a moment, though nothing but the air that he was so desperate gasping for seconds earlier seeped out. "Go fuck yourself! Bastard." He muttered, resting his head back against the wood. "That doesn't answer my fucking question." Kakuzu moved his hand to the side of Hidans face. Gently stroking it, feeling Hidans anger seep down as the younger leaned into his touch. "You have to stay awake now. I'll get us something to eat, just stay here and conscious." He instructed, moving his hand away from Hidans rough and dry cheek. The stick like man reached out for him, wanting the larger hand back on him. "Don't go." His voice was strained, desperate for the other. He stayed with Hidan a little longer. "I'll be in yellings distance. I'm not going to go too far when your this injured." He started to draw back again, this time with little protest. Hidan let him leave. "If you need me you just have to yell." He finally fully detached himself from Hidan.

Standing, Kakuzu looked down at Hidan, who's hair drenched down his shoulders, and swam down his back, making a stream of sliver. He didn't like how long Hidans hair has gotten, but it was more of not being used to it rather then disdain. Not to mention it was up to Hidan to say wither he wanted to keep it or not.

His eyes shifted form his hair to his face features, he was no where near his former glory but he was definitely healthier. He was so much more healthy than what he once was. His face was more filled out, less skeletal. The large scar on his mouth had almost disappeared. His uniquely pink eyes started to rise instead of being sunken in pits. He looked more like Hidan.

After a few minutes of taking in the hard work him and Hidan had been doing to heal him, he finally walked away. He allowed Hidan to rest on the tree.

Hidan heard the footsteps disappear, getting farther and farther away. Fading in the distance. He was alone now. He was weak and couldn't defend himself against anything or anyone. As unfortunate as it was it was really the only thing they could do. Hidan needed to eat, so someone had to get food, but he was no longer able to hunt for himself. However if he went with Kakuzu, he would have just been in the way. Leaving him was the best option.

His body suddenly flared. Someone's chakra was close and it wasn't Kakuzus. He was about to yell but it disappear again, probably realizing others were out here and didn't want to intrude or someone no longer wanted to be in the woods. Though something told him, that person was hoping that them being noticed would soon be forgotten.