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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~two years later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Kakuzu inwardly groaned as he shut off his alarm. Time to get up.

The miser loathed having to get up in the morning. It wasn’t because he hated to rise at six a.m.; in fact, he actually liked getting up a bit early.

The problem was, Hidan detested getting up in the morning. And who do you think was responsible for making sure the little zealot woke up? “Hidan, get up,” Kakuzu ordered.

“Hell no,” the masochist grumbled, burying himself under the covers, as if he expected Kakuzu to just give up and let him sleep.

The miser rolled his eyes and grabbed Hidan’s ankles, dragging him out of the bed and down the hall. “Hidan, wake up.” When the zealot still didn’t move, Kakuzu heaved him into the bathroom and tossed him into the bathtub. Knowing that his friend wouldn’t be moving for a while, Kakuzu walked into the kitchen and grabbed a pot from the cabinet and quickly filled it with cold water. Thinking for a moment, he then went into the freezer and pulled out an ice cube tray, dumping the entire thing into the pot. This should do it.

Kakuzu carried the pot back into the bathroom and dumped the freezing water on his boyfriend, smirking at the effect it had on the smaller man. “FUCKING JASHIN!” Hidan screamed, eyes snapping wide open at the sensation. “What the hell, dumbass?!”

“You wouldn’t wake up,” Kakuzu explained, ignoring the death glare Hidan was shooting him. “Next time wake up when I tell you to.”

Hidan merely grumbled as he threw his now soggy clothing out of the tub and turned the hot water on, intent on taking a hot shower. Kakuzu left the room. One of them had to make breakfast, after all.

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An hour later they were on their way to school. They tried to get to Konoha High pretty close to when the bell rang; it wasn’t like they had any friends to chat with, or any place to hang out before school started.

Hidan inwardly rolled his eyes at the kids who were pointing and whispering at the two of them. Jashin, you’d think that by junior year they’d be used to him and Kakuzu. But oh no, that was too much to expect out of these 17-year-olds. “Heathen bastards,” he growled under his breath.

“Hidan, calm down,” Kakuzu ordered. Out of the two of them, he was definitely able to control his temper better, meaning he also had an easier time of ignoring the rest of the teens. The bell rang moments later, and the entire student body went inside, prepared for class.

By some miracle of fate, Hidan and Kakuzu had identical schedules. Maybe the principal had finally noticed that Hidan would invariably get into fights with someone in the classes he didn’t share with Kakuzu (or rather, the classes were Kakuzu wasn’t there to restrain him). More likely though it was sheer dumb luck, and they’d have to transfer out of a few classes next year to mirror each other’s schedule.

Their day passed relatively uneventful, until lunch time. Kakuzu and Hidan were sitting in a corner of the cafeteria, doing there best to try and ignore all the people around them. Normally, this was an effective strategy, but today someone decided they wanted to pick a fight with Hidan.

The kid’s name was Aiden, and he seemed to get some sick kick out of screwing with the Jashinist whenever he could. He walked over to their table and smirked, leaning towards them. “Hey freaks. How’s it going?”

“Where’re your thugs?” Kakuzu asked calmly, ignoring the kid’s question.

“They finally figure out what an asshole you are and ditch you?” Hidan asked, trying to figure out why his meat was grey.

Aiden’s smirk fell, but he didn’t back down. “They just didn’t want to get to close to you, Hidan. Everyone’s saying your cult goes around and kills people, then screws the dead bodies.”

“What?” Hidan growled, failing to mask his anger.

Seeing he’d gotten the Jashinist riled up, Aiden went on. “That’s right. For all we know, you could have AIDS or something. Including your fuck buddy here,” he added, motioning to Kakuzu.

Hidan was on his feet in an instant, held back on by his partner’s firm grip on him. “Let it go, Hidan.”

“You outta listen to him,” Aiden went on, enjoying tormenting the Jashinist like this. “But I bet it’s true. They say even your mom had it.”

“What?” Hidan hissed.

“That’s right, she was probably just as screwed up as every other freaky cult member you’re related to. Maybe it’s better that she got killed in the streets, instead of dying slowly in a hospital. But either way, the bitch had it coming.”

Not even Kakuzu was foolish enough to restrain Hidan after that.

The zealot charged at Aiden and slammed his fist into the punk’s face, sending him to the ground. Hidan was on top of him a moment later, beating the hell out of the kid.

“Get off him!” a teacher yelled, rushing towards the trio. “HEY! I said get off of him!” It took a while, but Kakuzu and the man were finally able to pull Hidan off the now-unconscious teen. “Alright, you two go to the principal’s office! I’ll send him there as soon as he wakes up.”

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Tsunade stared at the two teens, a grim look on her face. “All right. What happened this time?”

“That punk Aiden came over to our table and started screwing with Hidan,” Kakuzu explained. “He brought up his mom (Hidan clenched his fists) and said she got what she deserved.”

“I see…listen, you two. I can understand why you fought, but I’ve told you both at least a hundred times not to fight on school grounds! I’m sorry, but I’m suspending you both.”

“WHAT?!”

“Principal Tsunade, he started-“

“I know. He’s going to get it too. Now leave. You two are forbidden from entering school grounds for the next week.” Grumbling, the teens left her office.

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“A whole Jashin-damned week off,” Hidan muttered as he and Kakuzu walked down the sidewalk. “Oh well. At least I’ll get to fucking sleep in now.”

“Small graces, eh?” Kakuzu said, smirking.

“Kuzu, I’m sorry. But that bastard…”

“I know, Hidan. He had it coming. If you hadn’t kicked his ass, I would’ve.”

“You mean that, dumbass?”

“Of course. She was pretty much my mom too, ya know.”

“Oh yeah…” The two lapsed into silence, until Hidan grabbed Kakuzu’s arm. “Dumbass?”

"Yeah?"

“Thanks.”