Bad Blood

- Prologue -

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Hidan never considered himself to be very charismatic.

Sure, his god-like good looks turned heads and the whole vampire pheromone thing made it really easy to get dates, but sometimes he just really couldn't keep his mouth shut.

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It was a fairly normal day, pleasantly overcast and not too crowded on the metro for once. Hidan was looking forward to nice long nap at home, trying to ignore the other people on the train and focus more on the blood tablets waiting at home and less on the scents bombarding his sensitive nose.

He let out a huff and leaned back in his seat, peering over his shoulder to watch the scenery pass by behind him. The train stopped at another station and his foot started tapping impatiently, eyebrows furrowed at the new scents that entered the compartment. One scent in particular instantly caught his attention and he couldn't help himself from watching as the source made her way to a seat across from him.

Hidan stared long and hard at the girl, trying to decipher her smell as he took in her appearance.

She smelled sweet, all floral and fruity and shit with only the barest undertone of iron. Hell, she even looked as good as she smelled.

Pink hair pulled back in a braid draped over her shoulder, floral-print shorts, a loose shirt that did little to hide her well toned arms - damn, the chick was fit - , and quite possibly the greenest eyes he'd ever seen.

Not that she was looking at him.

No, pinky was focused on some book in her hand, quite obviously unaware of him.

Hidan found that a little frustrating and, with another glance at her equally well-toned legs - she looked like she could crush a man's skull between her thighs - , he put a little more effort into releasing that handy pheromone, if only to get the girl to acknowledge him.

Not even a glance.

Several other metro patrons were sending him glances, one guy a few seats down was very obviously blushing, but the pink-haired girl hadn't looked up from her book.

Well, shit.

Eyebrows furrowed, Hidan leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees as he scrutinized her. He wasn't sure how long he stared so intently at her but, suddenly, she glanced up, those green eyes meeting his violet ones and he was surprised to realize that she looked pissed.

She pinned him with a glare so hard he could have sworn his decrepit heart gave a little flutter.

He didn't even realize he was still staring at her with that scrutinizing look until she eventually gave an irritated snort, snapping her book shut as she sat up, glare never leaving his face.

"What?" She demanded and Hidan would later be embarrassed to admit that he really enjoyed the sound of her voice. "Are you gonna keep staring at me, creep? What's your problem?"

A couple hundred thoughts flew through Hidan's mind, but none formed a coherent enough sentence for him to give her a reply. Instead, he sat up as well, crossing his arms over his chest as his eyebrows furrowed further and he inwardly searched for something to say. Unfortunately, the only thing that came out, much to his horror, was a very blunt, "Your hair's fuckin' pink."

Her glare dropped into a very unamused, deadpan look and Hidan suddenly realized he kinda liked that fiery glare of hers.

"No shit, Sherlock. Keen observation - now why don't you stare at something else?"

And then she went right back to ignoring him.

What the actual fuck.

A little pheromone push usually left him with someone's undivided attention and yet this girl apparently had the willpower to just completely ignore him. It was exciting and frustrating all at once and Hidan felt a little panicked at the thought of her not paying attention to him - he liked this chick.

Unfortunately, Hidan's brain had very little reign over his mouth and he couldn't really stop himself from calling out a more-irritated-than-he-would-have-liked, "Oh, Pinky, what's your fuckin' deal?"

Her gaze snapped back up to him and there was that glare again.

"Excuse me? What's my deal?"

And the unfiltered words just kept coming. Why can't he keep his fucking mouth shut?

"Hey, you're the one that started the fuckin' conversation. I was just minding my own damn business when you decided to start shit!"

She bristled furiously and the people around them looked a little uncomfortable, but he just wished there was a way to make himself fucking stop.

"You were being a mega-creep!"

"I can look at whatever the fuck I want, Pinky, you just happened to be in my line of sight!"

"Quit calling me that, Jackass!"

Hidan inwardly groaned but, luckily, before he could say anymore stupid shit and piss her off more, the train slowed to a stop, drawing everyone's attention to the sound of the conductor's voice. The girl shot him another glare before standing, obviously done with him.

He could have punched himself in the face for ruining what might have been a really cool encounter with a really interesting, really pretty chick. Hidan desperately tried to come up with some way to apologize without sounding like even more of an asshat before she left, quite possibly forever, when, suddenly, some guy from the back of the compartment rushed past her, snagging her purse and making a run for it.

She looked a little dumbfounded for a moment before realizing what had just happened.

"Shit!"

Before Hidan knew what he was doing, he was on his feet, scrambling out of the train and fully intent on running the thief down.

Tripping over some kid just outside the doors to the train, he ran, only vaguely aware of the kid crying. His thought process was a mess but all he knew was that the girl was exciting and interesting and smelled nice and like hell he was going to pass up a chance to make amends.

Careful not to let too much of that inhuman speed of his slip out in public, Hidan easily ran the thief down, focused entirely on retrieving that purse. The thief eventually realized that he was being chased and ran down a random alley, fumbling with a switch blade.

When Hidan finally cornered him, he gave the blade a bemused look, snickering to himself as they had a little faceoff in the alleyway. While he could easily heal from a cut from the knife, Hidan really didn't want to have to clean up blood stains after such a long day, so he dodged the thief's advances, gaze darting to the purse. Unfortunately, the dodging and sidestepping put the thief in a position where his back was no longer to the dead-end, but instead to the wall of one of the buildings lining the alleyway, the exit now to his left. Hidan grimaced, trying to figure out the best course of action that wouldn't make too much of a mess - he was still a long walk from home.

"Just hand it over, asshole, and I'll let you outta' here unscathed."

"Fuck off," the guy sneered, brandishing his blade, "You're not calling the shots. I'm the one with the kni-"

He was suddenly cut off by a very pissed off, "SHANNARO!" and the pink-haired girl flew in from the way they'd come, a monstrous punch connecting with the thief's face and effectively knocking him onto his ass. Hidan felt that little flutter in his chest again and he sent her a huge grin, quickly retrieving her purse and holding it out to her.

"Sick punch, Pinky. That was pretty fuckin' impressive."

She ignored him, however, in favor of storming her way over to him and grabbing her purse, cutting off his next sentence with a clean right-hook to his cheek, though obviously not as hard as the one she'd given the thief.

Hidan was a little dumbfounded, hand rubbing his cheek as he watched her in surprise.

"That's for being a jackass on the train. But.. thanks for going after my purse."

She looked pissed but also embarrassed, her cheeks turning pink as she blushed and quickly spun around, hurrying out of the alley way and back onto the street.

As Hidan stood there, rubbing his cheek and sending her back a dreamy look, he knew he was in love.

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One could only imagine Sakura's surprise and absolute horror as she walked into the Wold History class on her first day at the university, only to find the silver-haired jerk from the other day sitting in the lecture hall.

He seemed to notice her quickly and sent her an ecstatic look, to which she replied with an exasperated glare. Careful not to stomp too loudly up to the seats, she stopped in front of him and crossed her arms as she gave him a very accusing look.

"Are you following me or something?"

He simply leaned back in his seat, arms crossed behind his head as he grinned slyly up at her.

"Hey, Pinky, I was here first. Looks more like you're the one fuckin' following me."

Sakura gave an irritated snort and spun around, posture stiff as she headed for a seat the furthest away from him, though she couldn't help the smallest smile from slipping out.

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A month later, he asked her out for the first time, much to her surprise.

And, much to his, she said yes.

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notes: so I've legit had this fic idea for well over a year and every once in a while I'd get muse for it, but never during times when I actually had time to write

but finally, here we areeee

a lot of questions I'm sure u have will be answered in upcoming chapters, so no worries u u

still trying to get the muse back for other fics to update, but it's a slow process

thanks for reading and please leave a review!