Out of the hole (rewritten)

Chapter eleven

Grime covered his skin. Gulping for air so he could try to satisfy the burning in his throat, but the only thing that filled his mouth was the soil that engulfed him. There was no where for the oxygen to go anyways, his lungs were molding in his torso, the whereabouts of that were unknown. The pain was turning into numbness at that point. Either by him getting used to it, or his nerves dying. Everything was dark, everything was quiet. All of his sinuses were stuffed with mud. If he had opened his eyes the grime would getting in there too, but they've already gone. He didn't even have to open them to know his sight was starting to leave him, soon all his vision would be was a wonderful dream, forgotten when you wake up. Hidan would be like that too, if he continues to rot away in the earth. Nature was unkind to him, it stole him from everything, taking anything he held with pride with it. He hated greed, how greedy even the wilderness was. Here he was reminded of the humiliation of defeat. Here he had forgotten what gentleness was. The only escape he could possibly take was to decay in his sleep. This is hell.

Even with his eyes open darkness swallows him. A rock sits on his diaphragm, preventing it from dilating, stoping him from breathing. Another heavy stone sits on his chest, but it's more to crush his ribs then affixation. Coolness hit his skin, a direct contrast to his grave. The gentle coldness of the air around him, didn't snap out if his panic. He tossed whatever caged him down, and leaped off the the bed. Stumbling before his back was shoved back to the earth.

Hidan crawled on the ground, like a snake trying to avoid being stepped on. His hands clawed desperately into the softness of the fluffy ground, drawing the corpse to anything to get him away from the crushing agony of numbness.

Hidans breath ran thin, he could just barely push anything out of his drying mouth. The carpet beneath him grew itchy, and he felt the dirt hide under his nails. He could almost feel roots stab into him and plants grow out of his pores. The maggots squirming in his eyes, slipping down his face. Their acid in sitting in his tongue as they feasted on it, before trailing down his throat making they're way to his lungs. They ate and ate with no remorse.

His hand hit a wall, a sold object to keep him encased in a vile pit. He pushed himself against the wall, tightly snuggling himself to it. Something pounding against his head, shattering his crown. It then slammed in the squishy chucks of his brain. Each hit added with the fractional bits of his skull sent his nerves on fire. Burning through the sides of his head and melting his skin. Tears began to appear in his charred eyes.

His hand skated along the wall, finding a thin fabric to grab. Maybe something to keep him warm. He jerked it closer to him, making the like bleed in like a gushing wound. Like a glowing angel shinning with a healing aura, and he was no longer decaying, he was alive.

He collapsed on the floor, still holding onto the fabric like it was the only thing protecting him from the harshness of the world. He crawled up in the small rays of gold hitting the warm carpet, much like a cat. The tears had finally gotten to there trip down to the floor. He couldn't be in the hole because the air was chilling. He couldn't be in the hole because he wasn't mangled. Hidan couldn't be in the hole, because, when left there, all around him was an ocean of gloom. At least now he couldn't see the white light.

Kakuzu felt like something was wrong. While returning to the inn he was hit with sudden dread. An anxiousness pooling in his bones, replacing the marrow and making them feel like lead. He watch people walk past him, as uneasy leaked in his stomach. He picked up his pace, the thought of that person breaking into the room crossed his mind more then a few times on this small journey he took. He hoped forcing them to be in a more public setting rather then a almost out of the way motel would deter them. However, he had a feeling he was wrong.

He look down at his wrists, making sure the rings around his wrists were covered before entering the hotel. Despite no longer being in prison, the tattoos sat there like shackles. "Hello sir." The a different voice called. A healthy man, who looked not much older then the woman who stood there before, smiled at him.

Kakuzu passed by the man, barely even acknowledging him. There was a issue hiding somewhere in the room.

He held the cold metal of the key. There was a violent quietness that ate away at him. He slid opened the door and there was Hidan. Laying as if he was a fetus on the floor. His hand tangled in the curtain, making the open eye of light shine through. The body on the floor shifted, moving over to face him. His eyes were surrounded by a puddle of tears, each blink making them over flow, and drip down his face. His eyes reminded dead, and slightly distorted due to the dome of liquid.

"Hidan." Kakuzu whispered kneeling down beside the weak cultist. "What the fuck are you doing?" Approaching things emotionally was neither of their strong points. Hidan sat quietly for a moment. "I had a shitty dream. It fucking sucked." He mumbled, he rubbed his eyes, though his tears didn't die out.

Kakuzu helped Hidan off the floor. He guided him to the bed, allowing him to rest his body on something soft. Hidan rested his head against the pillow. Slowly Hidan curled again. Kakuzu moved his hand to silver haired mans cheek. The corpse leaned into the touch. "I'm hungry." He whined, lowly, sulking. A sigh left the older. Of course the brat would be. Kakuzu remembered the woman from yesterday, her mentioning of a restaurant not far from here. Kakuzu normally wouldn't waste money, he only was staying in hotel rooms for Hidan. However, at the moment: he hadn't slept well, he was cranky and tired, Hidan desperately needing to eat added on to the pressure. For once he decided to just sucked it up. "Do you think you can be left alone?" Hidan nodded. "Yeah but be quick! I don't want to wait forever!" He shot. Kakuzu moved his hand to the top of his head, gingerly combing through his hair with his fingers. "Spoiled brat."