Independent, selective, mutuals only Hidan RP blog. Canon divergent and headcanon based. Multiverse. Multiship.  OC & doubles friendly.

Strictly 18+

Written by Sammie

Independent, selective, mutuals only Hidan RP blog. Canon divergent and headcanon based. Multiverse. Multiship.  OC & doubles friendly.

Strictly 18+

Written by Sammie

Reblog and see who leaves you a kiss in your ask box. ;)

@koorinohebi

Someone was following him, Hidan had picked up on it early enough but wasn’t too bothered. If someone was trying to ambush him, thinking they could cash in on the bounty on his head, they’d be in for a surprise. He didn’t carry a high price on his head for nothing. 

However, knowing someone was following didn’t prepare him to have them drop down out of the trees in front of him, upside down! Reflexively, he went for his scythe, at the same time that he jumped backwards and let out a yelp, definitely not a scream. 

"Not exactly." There was a slight pause to her words as she finally released the build up of chakra from her feet so that she would fall back to the ground-- of which she did, much like a cat, dropping to her feet. "Just when I feel like there's a possibility that it may be safe." She concluded, dusting herself off, and picking at a few leaves that had clung onto her person religiously.

Her way of emergence was probably not the best way to stay out of trouble, however, Kiomi wasnt the type who went by the book all too much. And while the shinobi code often promoted an element of both secrecy and surprise, she was rather quite unorthodox with it when it came down to the details. After all, an Akatsuki was probably the last thing on anyone's mind to be referred to as something that was "possibly safe". Still, while she was aware of his affiliation from his garbs alone, Kiomi was none-the-wiser about Hidan's abilities-- just that he could most definitely handle himself, what with how alert he had been when she dropped in so unexpectedly.

"A wise choice...since you were so hammered that one time."

And while she had been concerned about helping him that time, it would have been such an interesting sight had someone actually dared to mess with the man while drunk. A perfect opportunity to gather some intel, wasted, all because she prioritized good will--and mayhaps fostered a miniscule sense of camaraderie for a fellow who was also on the receiving end of a blunt stick when it came to associating with comrades.

He laughed as he looked down at his cloak. "Yeah... that makes two of us not being geniuses." Hidan paused briefly, wondering if that was a word or not before deciding it wasn't important and going on. "Not sure why they make us wear this shit." It made them stand out, blending in was out of the question but he'd never been assigned a mission where it had ever been much of a problem. At least it was practical for him, easy to take off so he didn't ruin his clothes every time he sacrificed someone.

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If she got paid every time a person flirted with her while they were grievously injured, Chie would have enough money to build her own hospital. As it was, the woman hardly blinked at both the invitation and the mess someone had made of his chest, wholly unphased. Internally, she wasn't entirely sure how the hell he was standing, but that was a question she had no plans on asking out loud.

When it came to Shinobi, keeping her nose out of the aspects of their lives that didn't concern her was probably why she'd survived as long as she did.

"I have a counter offer," Chie began, crossing her arms like it would somehow make her look bigger. Sticking around strange men wasn't her favorite pastime, but it was, oddly enough, a common occurrence. "You keep your hands to yourself, and I patch you up. I doubt walking around with your chest caved in is convenient."

"Yeah. Yeah, alright, let's do that then." He would heal quickly enough on his own but having the wound tended to would speed things along even more.

Hidan didn’t quite answer right away. “That depends… are you mad?” Of course he used Kakuzu’s body wash. He had run out of his own and didn’t want to go get a new one so late but also didn’t want to stink the rest of the night and into the next morning. It wasn’t like he used all of it… just a enough to get himself clean. He didn’t think Kakuzu would mind.

“There’s plenty left to wash at least ten more of you!”

     Some things might be annoying to him. This simply wasn’t one of those things. In fact, Kakuzu enjoyed Hidan exuding his scent. More thoughts entered his head of Hidan… perhaps… wearing his shirts… laying in his bed… or even covered in his– well. Those were just thoughts of course. He kept his cool, and took another drink of his coffee before turning his attention back to his work.

He really didn't mind smelling like Kakuzu, in fact he rather liked it and wondered what else he might be able to get away with.

Hidan moved closer, eyeing Kakuzu's coffee. "Anymore of that? Can I have some?" He didn't really want a whole mug of it, caffeine didn't mix well with Hidan, extra energy was not something he needed. He just wanted a sip.