But Kakuza hated the lazy Hidan, from whom there were continuous losses and no income, and Hidan pissed off that Kakuza gave him too little attention because of his work. No, he is not a girl with pink brains, who will whine about it, but even in bed he was increasingly ignored. The work took all the attention of the lover, and therefore loneliness and some neglect felt as acute as possible.
The guy jumped on his feet, kicking his bag somewhere in the direction of the kitchen, where he heard some rattling. As if an anarchist and scum Hidan cared about it. The more destruction, the better. At that moment, a brilliant idea flashed in his gray head, which made him run away to the closet and get a bat.
A broken TV set, a broken door, a torn sofa, traces of dirt on the ceiling and walls, a ruined carpet and an overturned bed - Hidan was having as much fun as he could, the neighbors even called the police, but they didn't come, knowing very well who lived at this address. The couple didn't have a very good reputation, she could have easily joined the greatest gangs in the world, but she had enough to terrify her city.
The cherry on the cake of domestic terror was the capture of Kakusu's laptop, on the cover of which Hidan gladly left long scratches, imagining that it was a dark, scarred lover's back. Still, he missed sex very much.
Outside the window, from which the eaves were torn off, the headlights of the expensive car Kakazu shone. Hidan went out to the hallway on alert to meet him properly - the tightest leather trousers and a black sports shirt. He managed to open a can of beer and take a few sips when the key in the keyhole creaked. Kakuza entered the corridor grimly, including the light. He hung up his coat, laced up his expensive leather shoes, and only after that did he look at his boyfriend.
- What's the outfit, Hidan? - He hung over his lover's thunderstorm clouds. - I was in a meeting when you started your useless sobbing into the tube.
- I had to start having phone sex," Hidan smiled, playing with a necklace.
- I'm going to kill you," the answer was completely unemotional. And there was no doubt that this threat would be carried out. For this, the cult simply adored his roommate - for the cruelty and ruthlessness that allowed him to do immoral things that loved Hidan irrevocably.
- It sounds like a declaration of love," the guy laughed, holding out a jar to his lover, who took it, taking a few sips and then kissing the cult's lips with a hard kiss of power. Hidan gladly joined the fight, mercilessly biting and nailing into the shirt he was threatening to tear off. Kakuzu's dark-haired hands clung to his ashes, almost ripping off a scalp.
- Everything may be," he said coldly, but the fire was burning in his green eyes, proving that the loud and destructive lover still cared for the cursed workaholic.
- I'll kill you, too," said Hidan, leaving a bite on your dark neck. Kakuza shuddered barely noticeably, but pushed the guy away from him and into the room. He came out of it in a second in a wild rage.
- I'm going to kill you before you know it," the man pierced the dark cloud over Hidan, clenching someone else's throat for a fraction of a second.
- Just let's go in the kitchen and some position from Kamasutra. I hope you haven't spent all your energy at work? - Hidan smirked predatoryly, grabbing his black tie. He didn't repent for a second, rejoicing that he was able to pay attention to himself. Especially for a long time.
Ten days. God and the Wolf (General/Shen) hum!
Gong Meng. Not so long ago, this coastal city was a stronghold of dirty sailors and port hookers. Until recently, this place was talked about as one of the greenest places to be raped, robbed or killed in any alley and at any time of day. But now he has blossomed and become no less rich and majestic than the tail of a peacock. The rulers, on whose coat of arms this proud bird was, cleaned the city, expelling all the dirt from it, throwing almost in the sea. To top it off, they painted the sky over Gun Man with brightly colored firework buds, making the city more and more wealthy and powerful, and cleaning up the streets themselves of drunks and prostitutes. Although they simply began to be called differently. So, for example, many street kids and bandits, who were engaged in battles and murders, were in jail, where the soldiers of the new rulers gave them a choice - serve the new masters or death will be a welcome reward for you. Some remained mercenaries, simply working for peacocks rather than themselves, while others went to the barracks to prepare for the war, and some were thrown directly into the guardhouse by fate.
That's what affected him. With a wild look and disobedient spirit, he was feared and respected in the streets, and was sought in by a comrade. He and his guys refused to obey the new orders until the end, wanting to remain "wild", but they, like dogs, were put on chains and put to guard the house.
Then they met for the first time.
... to be continued in the next part