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Who: Hidan & Kazama
Where: Yakuza HQs
When: The day of Belial's auction
Summary: "FUCK MAN YOU EXPLODED" "YEAH MAN I KNOW LOL"
Rating: R?
Other: No shut up
Bullet wound to the head and clothing drenched in rich crimson; Hidan was sitting in his office with his boot that were caked with blood and dirt propped on his desk. The wound at the side of his head itched furiously and it was only expected for some dumbass like Hidan to scratch and scratch and scratch until the skin was peeling away and he could feel his brains as a finger continued to fight against the irritating sensation. Fuck, he thought, fucking assholes, they have no fucking clue how much it hurts when you get your brains blown out huh?
But that shit was finished.
And he sat in his office, idling taking his combat knife to carve obscenities into the desk as his new friend ( -- What kinda stupid boss give a mass murdering freak a goddamn panda?) was toying with the cushions on the couch. Fucking gnawing, fucking stupid piece of shit, and Hidan couldn’t help but to snarl heatedly, " -- Oi Jashin if you don’t stop that bullshit I’m going to make you into a stuffed toy!" Threats seemingly unheard, and in reply he only got a dumb stare. So, what fucking else could he do but get up, walk over to the ball of black and white fluff and pick it up to dump it on the ground.
"That’s right bitch, what’re you going to do now?" A pause as he snorted dismissively and walking back to his desk, " -- Stupid cute little fuck."
Yeah, it was just a normal fucking day with the TV going in the background and some panda rolling around dumbly. Where the fuck was Kazama when he wanted to beat up from immortal plank and skewer his eyeballs out. "This is so retarded." He grumbled to himself, flipping his phone open for the third time in fifteen minutes to see -- no surprise there -- no messages. And when he saw one of Kazama’s lackies passing, Hidan instantly got out of his chair with a smug grin, dashed up to them, and punched them square in the jaw for no reason but shits and giggles.
Where: Yakuza HQs
When: The day of Belial's auction
Summary: "FUCK MAN YOU EXPLODED" "YEAH MAN I KNOW LOL"
Rating: R?
Other: No shut up
Bullet wound to the head and clothing drenched in rich crimson; Hidan was sitting in his office with his boot that were caked with blood and dirt propped on his desk. The wound at the side of his head itched furiously and it was only expected for some dumbass like Hidan to scratch and scratch and scratch until the skin was peeling away and he could feel his brains as a finger continued to fight against the irritating sensation. Fuck, he thought, fucking assholes, they have no fucking clue how much it hurts when you get your brains blown out huh?
But that shit was finished.
And he sat in his office, idling taking his combat knife to carve obscenities into the desk as his new friend ( -- What kinda stupid boss give a mass murdering freak a goddamn panda?) was toying with the cushions on the couch. Fucking gnawing, fucking stupid piece of shit, and Hidan couldn’t help but to snarl heatedly, " -- Oi Jashin if you don’t stop that bullshit I’m going to make you into a stuffed toy!" Threats seemingly unheard, and in reply he only got a dumb stare. So, what fucking else could he do but get up, walk over to the ball of black and white fluff and pick it up to dump it on the ground.
"That’s right bitch, what’re you going to do now?" A pause as he snorted dismissively and walking back to his desk, " -- Stupid cute little fuck."
Yeah, it was just a normal fucking day with the TV going in the background and some panda rolling around dumbly. Where the fuck was Kazama when he wanted to beat up from immortal plank and skewer his eyeballs out. "This is so retarded." He grumbled to himself, flipping his phone open for the third time in fifteen minutes to see -- no surprise there -- no messages. And when he saw one of Kazama’s lackies passing, Hidan instantly got out of his chair with a smug grin, dashed up to them, and punched them square in the jaw for no reason but shits and giggles.