Out of the hole (rewritten)

Chapter fourteen

Kakuzu left the building quickly, as the hearts inside of him switch places. He grabbed Hidans arms and rushed out. Hidan yelped, feeling the larger man's hand clasped on to him. He was yanked into a run.

At first he thought that the blood was just something Kakuzu left on him by mistake, but he soon realized that the blood was, wet, fresh. Was Kakuzu hurt? Had he gotten injured? Did they get ambushed? Did that person come back? No. Kakuzu wouldn't allow himself to be hurt like that. Where did the blood come from? Did he kill that person? Did they hurt him?

"Oi, Kakuzu! Kakuzu? What's going on?" He received no response. He continued to try and talk to the older but still was met with nothing. Silence. His already weak feet started to hurt, and his weapon grew harder to hold, but he was more concerned with the sudden red liquid that made its way to his attention. His constant questions slowly died down, when he realized it was getting him no where.

Eventually, they did stop in a clearing, just outside of the village. "The fucks going on?" He yelled. His stomach started to turn, after stuffing his skinny face, his body couldn't handle all the running. He felt sick. He leaned against his Kakuzus chest. "Nothing." Hidan groaned, sinking to the floor. His shines wasted on sharp gravel as he started to heave. Kakuzu sat down behind him, stroking his back, and holding his hair.

He didn't know why he did it. Why he killed the man. Other then shifting the one he used back into the fire mask, there was no use for it. He couldn't rest his forehead against Hidans shoulder blades.

Bile raised in Hidans throat, burning the path as it passed. It sprayed out of his body, every little thing he ate less them an hour ago leaked on the ground, on the rocks and little patches of grass. The sounds of slop hit the floor. He balled up, tears leaked out of his eyes, as another crawled up his throat. He gaged as it shot out of him. He let his body go numb, the fire in his legs finally catching up to him. He was in pain. "I can't move." He mumbled, resting his hands on his thighs, to hold him up. "Are you alright?" He rubbing Hidans tummy. Hidan groaned. "Everything fucking hurts." He moaned. He felt a achy emptiness in his gut. His sides felt as if they had caved in.

He was heaving again soon. A puddle of puke splattered all over the ground, adding to the nasty pile up of vomit. He finally stopped, everything left him in that final wet slush that hit the ground. He no longer felt a bubble of hurt inside his stomach. Though some of the other parts of him were not so quick as too throw away the burning that he felt. He feet had been set on fire, scorching up his legs and covering his lungs in a thick smoke.

He coughed and gaged a bit longer, trying to keep everything left inside of him. He then rested against Kakuzus shoulder, taking large, greedy fistfuls of air, before letting them rush out in deep breaths. "Why the fuck... were we running?... And why... are you... covered in blood?" He gasped between his desperateness for air. Kakuzu remained quiet.

He didn't want to tell Hidan of the murder he had just committed. He didn't want to hear him whine about it. 'What? I wanna kill too!' He thought Hidan would say. 'Pretty please!' ''Let me sacrifice someone, I'll be good for the rest of the day. Please!' 'I have to kill for religious reasons!' 'You old fuck, Lord Jashin's gonna get mad at me!" He'd cry. Kakuzu had heard the whole thing before. First he Hidan gets mad, then tries to beg, then it's reason, finally angry reason. That was how their arguments always broke out.

Kakuzu just ignored it, as he helped Hidan stand. The youngers legs were shaking, there was no way he'd be able to walk. Kakuzu sighed. Finally Hidan let the scythe go. He hunched down, putting his arm under Hidans knees, and began to lift. Hidan was a bit too easy to pick up.

The sliver haired mans torso was just barely larger then Kakuzu arms. He definitely gain some weight though, maybe a pound or two, though he still only weighed as much as a jerboa. As Kakuzu began walking farther and farther away from the tourist attraction, he start examining Hidan more.

His skin had become more lively, light but now it at least looked like skin. His teeth were closer to white, a light yellow, the ends were translucent. His hair was shiny and silky again, though still it ended at his waist. He almost looked like Hidan, he almost looked how he used to. He was a little off, he was still Hidan but he wasn't the same. If you weren't told that he was Hidan, you wouldn't even think of it.
Unless you saw his eyes.

His eyes were normal, they looked the most like how they once were. Despite how sunken into his face they were, they were his. The same blood lust, insanity, deranged mess, they were before. Part of that solidified the gooey mess of Kakuzus emotions.

He wasn't too late to save Hidan, he would be ok. He saved him form being a a pile of muck, or whatever would happen to him if he didn't get there in time. Hidan was out of the hole. Hidan was in his arms. He'd heal, and one day he'll be alive again.

Kakuzu zoned back in to the world again. It was quiet. The warm air danced around. The man in his arms had fallen asleep. Kakuzu didn't feel as if Hidan died instead of falling sleep. He was alive. He almost looked alive. He lifted his arm, moving Hidans head up. He leaned down, then gently placed a kiss on his temple.