Hidan had been in a rather whiny mood; the rain had soaked through his cloak, and he couldn't go one minute without cursing the rain. Kakuzu had told Hidan numerous times to "just shut up and walk". Hidan thought differently (as always) and walked under the nearest tree and sat right there. Kakuzu stopped in his tracks, only giving a glance at him, his eyes murderous.

"Get up, Hidan. We need to get moving."

"Nah, I'm good right fucking here," he had said, a pout tugging at his lips. Kakuzu rolled his emerald eyes, doing his best to not punch Hidan's head off so soon. He was getting really pissed off since he had reattached it three times during this week alone. Hidan gave Kakuzu a challenging glare, almost say 'I dare you to say something back; just see what happens'.

It was that look that made Kakuzu near his breaking point. He couldn't stand the fact that Hidan could get away with everything, since Kakuzu had a short temper and could lose control and start beating the living shit out of anyone. The only issue: Hidan was immortal, and a masochist - it didn't work like that for him. He had to go to extreme measures to make Hidan feel any sort of fear. For Kakuzu, even the slightest amount was gratifying to him. "… Get up… Now…"

With his smirk slowly spreading to a smile, Hidan said the two words that crossed the line…

He gave a short laugh. "Make me…"

Within a fraction of a second, Hidan was pinned to the tree, Kakuzu's hand firmly grasping the Jashinist's neck. His other hand was at his side, clenched in a fist. His knuckles were completely white, slightly trembling with uncontrollable rage. Hidan looked over Kakuzu's face, trying to find something that Kakuzu wasn't fully aware of. Kakuzu didn't care anymore - he was too consumed by his anger to give a shit.

Slowly, his grip tightened around the Jashinist's neck. Hidan fidgeted and squirmed for a little, but didn't give an honest effort. He was clearly mocking Kakuzu, trying to push him further. Kakuzu knew he was asking for it - he never did go farther that crushing his windpipe, but since the lesson had clearly not gotten through to him, it was time to try a different approach.

The popping sound that emerged from his throat wasn't as fulfilling as it had been any other time he did it. Hidan only gave a smirk, expecting to be dropped to the ground. After a few moments, he realized that Kakuzu wasn't letting go. His smirk faded, looking into emerald eyes. Kakuzu's grip tightened even more, causing Hidan's hands to shoot up to his throat and around Kakuzu's wrists. His confused gaze left, finally giving Kakuzu a wave of satisfaction.

Fear. There was plain and utter fear in his face.

With a swift turn of his wrist, a loud snap was heard from underneath his large hand. Hidan's eyes were wide with shock, and he finally realized what Kakuzu did to him. Kakuzu released his grip on his throat, and let the priest's limp body fall to the ground with a thud. Hidan's scythe, the cords for his weapon, and a lone pike fell also, scattering themselves around the ground. The priest lay on his right side, his eyes only slightly open.

Feeling his anger vent out was good, but still not enough. Picking up the discarded pike from the ground, he examined it, wiping off some of the stray pieces of dirt. He averted his eyes to the horrified violet eyes. With a small exhale, Kakuzu took the pike in his right hand and thrust it downward.

Red liquid poured out of Hidan's chest, staining the path that they had been walking on. The rain had been mixing with the blood around them, causing a bigger pool to appear. Kakuzu looked down on Hidan's glazed violet eyes. They slowly turn to Kakuzu's stare.

"Finally. Silence." Kakuzu turns and walks on, leaving Hidan alone on the road with a pike sticking right though his torso, stabbing both of his lungs and piercing through his heart.

In more ways then one.

A/N: Wow... I cannot believe it! I am FINALLY submitting something! I try, I really do! The problem is that I am a perfectionist. A REALLY TERRIBLE, OVERDRAMATIC PERFECTIONIST! I want my stories to be perfect so that everyone will like them, and that they are good enough for my ridiculously high standards. :P

I [personally] think another issue is peer-editing. You gotta believe me when I tell you this, but: NO ONE, not even my closest friends, know I like this pairing, yaoi, or even Naruto in general (only by bestest bestest friend, sister and her bf knows the last part). It's is depressing to know that I cannot share this with anyone. My sis and her bf are COMPLETELY against yaoi and think its gross. I don't think that even if I explained it to them and said why it was great, they wouldn't accept me for it. It's sad, on my part. I want to post all of my art that I draw on deviantART and share it with all of the other KakuHidan fans out there, but I get worried that my sis will see it and really reject me for it... :(

Though, on the plus side, I found a way to buy my favorite books by the one and only author/doujinshika, RAUHREIF. It thrills me to no end to have 2 of her exceptional novels/doujin (BTW, I have My Dear 80 Years and Bloody Rain). :) See? There is a plus side to it.

Well, to keep this from going into a LONG LONG LONG rant, I just wanna say that I am finally relieved to post this. (... Even though I am not 100% happy with it... But the next chapter is longer, I promise!) Today happens to be my birthday and I decided to post it so I could remember what I started. I plan on definitely finishing this, but what I have for a pre-write isn't super-duper-awesome-tastic so far, and I want a deeper plot. :/ But maybe it'll be the same cliche ending that I don't want. Though I wish my story could be unique in it's own way, I'm EXTREMELY glad to say that there are enough KakuHidan fans out there to keep the ideas going.

Please review and tell me what you think - I really want to hear your feedback; that's what keeps me writing!

P.S. One last question, to all KakuzuHidan writers, what music do you listen to (if you even do so) while you are writing your stories? Feedback! :D