Out of the hole (rewritten)

Chapter twelve

The ribs were rubbery and the sauce tasted cheap, but neither cared. Hidan was excited to get to eat meat, his teeth had developed enough to withstand the tough squishy texture. Kakuzu was just tired, exhaustion still sat in his bones. He watched Hidan eat. It wasn't rare for his partner to be happy with something other then with his god, but when it did happen one just had to appreciate it. No whining. No complaining. No nagging. He could be mistaken for just a normal person, not some mentally rotted, god obsessive, guiltless murderer. He was just happy.

Hidan moved his slender arm, it slithered on the bed much like a searching snake before clasping down on Kakuzus ankle. He then started shifting his body. Moving closer, before sitting on the olders lap. He weighed nothing. If it had been him before he was locked in the ground, he would have to quickly adjust to his weight, but now he doubted he was anything more then paper.

Hidan nuzzled into him, feeling warmth of five hearts. He still couldn't eat as much as he wanted, but it felt nice having something sit in his stomach. He felt drowsy, and debated just falling asleep on Kakuzu. He rested the side of his head on Kakuzus shoulder, and allowed his eyes to slowly shut. "'M tired." He muttered. His body started to go limp. Kakuzu slid him off, letting the once drifting man to fall on his side against the bed. "Oi! I was almost asleep! Dickhead." Hidan threw the blanket over himself, the only thing poking out was his hair, spilling over his pillow.

Kakuzu sighed, moving the now empty container to the floor before getting in bed behind Hidan. His knees against the back of the others. His arms wrapped around his waist. Hidan could feel Kakuzus hearts beating against back. A rhythmic pattern lowering him to sleep. Kakuzu moved his head until Hidans crown was under his chin. The smallers body was tiny, guilt still sat in his stomach. How he wished he could have gotten him earlier maybe Hidan wouldn't look like a corpse. Thankfully his body didn't have too much to heal now. He had started to put on weight, no longer did his skin tightly hug his organs.

He pushed his regrets to the side. There was nothing he could to now. At least he was able to get him. That's all that mattered. Slowly he joined Hidan and drifted off to sleep.

A clank made Hidans eyes snap open. Everything around him was a dark silhouette, as if a black sheet covered the room. He slowly shifted his eyes down towards the foot of the bed. The only thing that was even slightly illuminated by the window was a desk, stood underneath a blurry picture made with nothing but swirling greys. For once Hidan felt as if he was looking out of his own eyes and not to orbs filled with static. Though this didn't feel as celebratory as it should of been. That sound came from the glowing glass. Maybe something had tapped on it, like a branch, yet something inside of him ate away at his once dead insides like those maggots had. He was once again being feed upon, as a familiar dread plucked at his brain. Leaking into every little thought.

He was laying on his back, and Kakuzus was facing him. It appears they moved in his sleep. His subconscious must have believed that him in his most vulnerable state was safe.

Another muted sound blasted in his ears, this one was a shuffled thud. Something was being dragged along the floor. He didn't dare look at the wall to his left where those sounds stirred. He rarely ever felt fear when he was a full man. He hated being afraid. He despised the slow drop into anxiety. The lead in his stomach had gotten worse since he was buried. His stomach was cut open, his organs were sun bleached and there were coyotes sniffing about.

Step. He took a shaky breath. He found his voice, it sat on the tip of his tongue. Forcing his frozen lips to moved, he only let out a whispered demand. He hoped that the knowledge of someone awake would be enough to scare the attacker. "Get the fuck out." The sound disappeared. It was as if death herself was looming in the corner of the room. The air was thick, and the ceiling began to slowly slid down, scraping the walls as it past. He heard someone breath, right beside the bed. The person was standing beside him looking down at him. Something glistened in the light. He turned to his side slowly, reaching his hand. out. "Ka-" A hand snatched tightly at his mouth, shoving his back to the mattress. He desperately clawed at the hand, thrashing around, trying to get the person who was now climbing on top of him away. They forced his weak hips and face still. He pathetically hit the arm with the sides of his fits, the attacker remained undeterred.

A thin, sharp piece of mental slashed across his stomach. He shrieked against the small palm, which pressed the back of his head harder against the bed, making the springs wail out in sorrow. The blade stopped at his left hip before turning upwards, like a ballerina makings graceful turn. It cut jaggedly, no longer caring to make it smooth or clean. He miserably began to try to bite the skin of the palm that muffled him, as he screamed in anguish. It grazed his sternum and ribs, the blade pushing in harder over the bone with each sawtoothed movement. The kunai stopped moving when it made it to the area between his collarbone and his right armpit. This left the skin on the front of his torso more like a thin, pale sheet covering his organs. The blade left his shoulder, only to be pressed against his throat. A slam of skin on skin rang out. The person's flopped down, before getting back up and stammering to the window, with Kakuzu chasing after them. He almost followed them out the window, though he stopped and turned back to Hidan. Hidan reminded still, the adrenaline died out, he felt weak. He stared emptily at the ceiling, a person had left his lights on.

No words were spoken as the older sat beside the bloody pool of a man. His arm detached and threads snacked out. Pricing the flesh and wrapped around both of the sides, reattaching them. Hidan hissed, making the first sound between the two. "Deal with it quietly." Kakuzu said coldly. Hidan muttered under his breath, something about how much of a greedy heathen Kakuzu was. The brunette moved his other hand to Hidans cheek, rubbing his thumb against the skin. A nice sensation to ease the slight discomfort burning in his tummy. He slowly closed his eyes again, he didn't know if he'd go back to sleep or just needs to close his eyes. He let the air out of his nose, cuddling into his hand. "All done." He looked down at his torso, the black bumps lined across his hips and marched up his stomach to his chest.

Then Hidans eyes widened. "I can see." He mumbled, it was a slight improvement from before. Much around him was blurry but he could make stuff out. The rods in his eyes were still severely damaged so he couldn't see colour. He looked over to Kakuzu, again he couldn't see much but he could make out his  body, his hair, and what he's pretty sure was his mouth. He leapt into the olders lap. "Don't do that, you'll spilt yourself open!" Kakuzu scolded. "Yeah yeah, you're missing the fucking point though. It's blurry as shit, but I can see."