Out of the hole (rewritten)

Chapter thirteen

Kakuzu stretched his back as he rose from his bed. It had to be late in the afternoon or early in the evening, neither of them had gotten much sleep those past few days. He felt something wet underneath him. Pulling back the covers, the smell of iron hit his nose when it was revealed everything under the comforter was caked in Hidans blood.

Disgusted he got out of bed, his skin tinted in red. Leaning over the bed, trying to keep his hand on one of the few dry spots, he gently shook Hidans shoulder. Kakuzu softly muttered his names, getting no response. He started shaking him more violently. "Hidan." He said in a harsh tone, getting little affect, a mumble at best. He had a barely controllable urge to just throw him off the bed, but he didn't want to open the stitches.

Getting angrier and angrier at the Hidans lack of waking up, he yanked the blankets off. The grizzly looking body underneath tried to snatch the fading warmth but it was unable. "Oi! You fucking dickhead!" Hidan shrieked. He sat up quickly trying to grab the cover before feeling the blood underneath him. "Gross." He groaned, scrunching up his nose. He stumbled out of bed. His skin much worse then Kakuzus, since he was the source. "We fucking slept in that all night! Ew!" Hidan being revolted by blood was quite the sight. The man, who when in battle was usually in a blood bath and even licked it off his weapons, was disgusted by not even 1/5 of what he's caused. How ironic.

"I'm not fucking paying for this shit," Kakuzu muttered. "We have to leave anyways, we'll just leave by tonight." He looked over at Hidan, who was scraping his nails against himself, though he wasn't really getting anywhere. "I'm going to need a bath." Hidan whined. Both desperately wanted to sleep, but it appeared as if the world didn't want them too.

Kakuzu helped Hidan stand, since he didn't trust Hidan not to throw himself around and reopen his wounds. He was somewhat surprised that Hidan didn't do it in his sleep.

Walking over to the bathtub, Hidan tried to spin the knob but groaned in disappointment when he was unsuccessful. "Fuck, I hate being like this so much." He muttered as low as he could. Kakuzu turned the knobs, letting the water splash in the tub. Hidan placed his foot inside. It was scolding hot, he shot backwards like a bullet, almost toppling backwards if it wasn't for his parent. Threads created a hammock for his back, then they slowly lowered him to the ground. "Be careful, you idiot! You'll open your stitches up and I'm not helping you if you do." He warned. Hidan only stuck his tongue out, before he shifted on his rear. Kakuzu turned the other knob, watching the water change. He felt the water. Hidan slinked his way over. Clearly not learning from his previous mistake since he jammed his hand the the water as well. Deciding that temperature was acceptable he stood and started lowing his body in the human sized bowl. By the time Kakuzu had his shirt and boxers off, Hidan was dunking his head under the water.

Kakuzu sat behind the smaller form. Hidan rested his back against him. "It feels weird seeing again." He mumbled, watching his hands go in and out of the water. Bobbing them up and down, examining as the clear drops of watch drip off his grey hands. Kakuzu just began to scrub the dried chucks of blood off, ruthlessly rubbing his arms with a wash cloth.

The clear water started to become a tinted pink when he finished himself. The cloth was soaked, bloody, and no longer usable. After placing it outside of the bathtub, he gathered another and began doing the same to Hidan. "Ow! Stop rubbing it so damn hard! You'll rip my fucking skin off!" He shirked. "You need to do it roughly so the blood can come off, we can't take too long." Kakuzu argued, grabbing Hidans arm to hold him still, then continued.

By the time it was done, Hidans flesh was a burning red, and a sour look held on his face. "Asshole." He muttered under his breath. Kakuzu pretended not to notice. "It's late." He said looking out the window.

The sun was trying to hide itself under the trees only popping it's little head out, like a game of peek a boo. The sky was a powerful orange, that shifted into a dark purplish blue. Some of the remnants of stars only just barely made themselves visible. The large trees full branch's shifted within a quiet breeze. Yet Kakuzu felt the only two heart he had left sting, a feeling one couldn't get used to.

Turning from the window he saw Hidan stuffing his face with whatever food he could. "We can't afford you to get fucking sick again." Kakuzu scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest. "I haven't eaten in forever!" Hidan hissed. "You are a couple hours ago." Hidan huffed and stuffed another roll in is mouth. "Fine." He growled through his bites.

Kakuzu pushes past him, walking over to the closet. He pulls out a large fluffy jacket. "Here, stole it off a guy. He tossed it over to the thinner. The jacket was much to large for him, but the hope was he'd fatten enough to fit him properly. "Gross, it smells like cigarette smoke!" Hidan stuck out his tongue and wrinkled his nose. The smell never really got to him until he was buried. That man he killed reeked of it, and the boy who buried him had clearly started smoking too. The stench now disgusted him. "Just bear it, you ungrateful little shit!" Kakuzu said through clenched teeth, as Hidan picked up his scythe.

They walked into the lobby. The man from earlier still stood, a fading smile ever so present. "Go wait outside." Kakuzu ordered, making sure he didn't say his partners name. After zipping up the coat, Hidan complies.

Kakuzu is unsure as to why he did it. Why he walked up the the receptionist. The man looked confused but too tired to say anything. At least until an arm shot through and ripped out his heart.