Out of the hole (rewritten)

Chapter nineteen

"I'm just going to grab some medicine, I'll be right back!" Akaris voice rang, soon to be followed by her thumping footsteps shooting down the hall. Kakuzu remained sat on the twin sized bed, not sure what to do. As he stood, his eyes started to drift around the room, taking in many of the details.

There was two tables. One was in the corner that connected the wall with the door and a wall with a closed closet. On it sat a small statue of what Kakuzu assumed was Jashin, a small sickle, the same pikes Hidan had and a stack of large books. All of the black leather covers had symbols most barring the symbol on both of there pendants. 'Maybe bibles?' Kakuzu thought, his hand brushing against its textured binding. There was a large mat sat half under the table. Though it didn't smell, dropplets of blood were stained on it. On the other side of the closet was a mirror hang, covered in dust, a crack on its wooden rim. The symbol of Jashin tied to string hung from the same nail as the mirror, blocking a tiny part of the upper half of the reflective glass. One the next wall opposite of the door was littered with pictures. Most were of Hidan, either in a church, a school, or other various locations. A few caught his eye. One was of Akari when she was much younger, her hair a dirty blonde and her face unscared, she was holding a toddler. The next was of a small boy, no older then the first grade, who seemed to be the same child as the toddler. He had a darker shade of dirty blonde then Akari, freckles littering his face, the same brown eyes as the old woman. The last photo was one of a much younger Hidan, in a little dress shirt, sleeves basically at his armpits. He was walking on some rocks in a brook, holding Akaris hand. She was slightly leaning over him, a smile on her face, which now had the scar, she looked much older then in the first, his guess would be early 40s. Hidan didn't seem to know that the photo was being taken. His eyes wide looking at the water, mouth in slightly open, he was looking curiously at the water. The two looked like a normal family, if this photo was the only context he had of them, he would have never guessed they were in a murder cult.

Sat in the middle of all the photos was a window, half shut red curtains lazily hung at either end of it. The bed was in the corner, the next table next to it. The wooden table was basically empty if you didn't included the dust. Small bits of trash from food and another, much thinner book sat on it, as well as another photo. This one was Hidan smiling and pointing at the headband holding his villages symbol around his neck, his red scythe by his side, his face a little beaten up. 'Probably when he passed the chunin exams.' Kakuzu thought, due to how young he looked. He was surprised he passed at the average age. On the same wall as the bed were the final two photos. One was Hidan, most likely around the age of six or seven, and the other was of someone who looked just like Hidan, though his hair was a very dark brown, almost black, cuts and freckles were spotted on his face, his eyes were just as dark as his hair, brown. The former had a large grin revealing a missing tooth and the ladder was smirking an oh too familiar smirk.

He sat back down, the springs squealed under his weight. He noticed crayon marks were on some of the walls, height markings on the door frame. This was once a childs room, now it seemed like just a place to store memories. Time had taken away its first assignment.

The door opened, revealing Hidan in a towel with fresh bandages wrapped around his stomach. "Now don't let it get that bad again." Akari scolded. "It not my fault." He shot back. Hidan stepped in the room. "Kakuzu? You in here?" He asked to the room. "I'm on the bed." Hidan reached out his hands, feeling around to find the bed. Once Hidan was in arms grasp, Kakuzu pulled him to his lap. "Oi, you fucker!" He yelled. Kakuzu held onto the sides of his hip. "Are you feeling better?" He asked, gently rubbing his skin.

The door opened again this time Akari, holding neatly folded clothes in her arms, was at the other end. "Heres some of your old shi-" She threw the clothes on the bed. "FUCKING ON THE FIRST DAY BACK IN MY HOUSE? YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!" She cackled thrusting her finger at the two. She laughed uncountably as Hidan yelled at her and Kakuzu cursed. She fell on the floor, nearly crying, her hands holding her stomach. Kakuzu wasn't sure what to do, Hidans mother was laughing at the thought of then fucking.

Akari slowly raised from the floor, taking her glasses off to clean them. "The walls are thin as fuck so be careful you dumbass! Anyway I'm going to visit Haru, don't break the bed." She sneakered, closing the door. "Crazy old bat." Hidan huffed. Kakuzu let Hidan go to find his clothes. "Who's Haru?" Kakuzu asked. "He was Akaris biological kid. He was experimented on before me, though he didn't survive having his head chopped off and being placed in a freezer." He explained putting his pants on. He paused a bit before he spoke again. "According to the priests some of the other kids became lumps of flesh or died during the procedure." He said slowly, as if his words were put in molasse. Kakuzu yawned. "Fuck. I'm tired." He mumbled. Hidan hummed in agreement and felt his way back to the bed. He laid in Kakuzus arms, slowly falling asleep.