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whatcha lookin at punk

ps this is spinel (kunzite n tourmaline)

But no.

“Oh, you’ll eat me, huh?”

Hidan waved his bloody pike at this mysterious watery guy, who had the nerve to up and try to make him take responsibility for his kill.

“I’d like to see you try,”

And hey, he could go for another fight. That pesky little guy didn’t put up much of one anyway. Obviously, he’s dead.

“Unless you’re too much of a pansy,”

“If you’re going to dump a body may I sssuggest doing it on the other ssside of the shore where I’m sure a nice ssschool of fish will come nibble, but not here. Never do this again, human.”

“Last I checked, I don’t give a shit,”

Hidan went and kicked at the corpse, already starting to bloat. He made a face at how it was starting to stink, trying to wave it away.

“It’s not my problem anymore, I’m done with it. You take it to the other side of the shore. You’re the one who’s bitching about it.”

Might have been his kill, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to take responsibility for it after he had already taken the effort to drag it all the way into the water and nudge it until it started to sink. His hands were almost free of the blood already anyway.

Ayumu really hated human flesh. It was chewy to eat, rotted quickly and attracted every insect in a 50 mile radius. Thank God he didn’t have to eat this bag of bones, but he could let some random dumped corpse make its way into his underwater lair now could he?

So alas, he was up in the middle of the night, grunting as he pulled a water logged body onto shore where hopefully the authorities could find it and take it off his hands. But of course someone was there on shore as well. What a coincidence.

“Hey, put that back,”

He was packing up after his ritual; Wiping excess blood off his spear, doing his best of cleaning up the area, the hole in his chest was still throbbing and pulsing with a need to be repaired.

“I tossed that thing down there for a reason,”

Corpses didn’t need any kind of proper burial when he was finished with them, and he sure as hell didn’t need anyone tying him to a body.

“I don’t remember placing you under house arrest, Hidan. You aren’t going anywhere near my home, because I’d rather not have it destroyed and my pet killed.”

He shook his head.

“Go make some friends. Get a hobby, kill someone; I don’t care. Just don’t get caught and don’t rope me into anything I won’t get anything from.”

“Then why the fuck do you beat me into submission whenever I find something fun to do?”

Something fun like bloodying up his apartment, making lots of noise, screaming, bringing sleazy people over to kill in brutal, loud ways, playing with the police...

Fun things.