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Kakuhi-First Love 3Hidan stared at his opened hand for a while, before looking down at his feet.
Kakuzu tilted his head in confusion.
"I....I really should be getting home..." he said, instently regreting it. He stood up on the bench before stepping off, head hanging low. "I'll....I'll just walk home..." he mumbled, tilting his head up to him, just to hang it again. He started slowly walking off behind the truck into the town.
Kakuzu watched him walk off in awe. He gulped and waved bye "See ya later then!"
Hidan put his right hand in the air and waved it a bit, but didn't turn it or his body around, then buried his hands in his pockets once more. Kakuzu sighed and put his hand down, watching him walk off.
Kakuzu's mom was watching him walk off as well, then she looked back at her son. "Who's that?" she asked.
Kakuzu blinked and looked at his mom. "Oh...that's Hidan, he's new to our school."
His mom smiled. "Oh that's nice, he seems..." his mom looked back at Hi
Kakuhi-First Love 12...darkness...unknown......leaving...goodbye...forever...and ever...
Hidan eyes shot open and he panted softly in his small, dark room, feeling the sweat on his naked body. He sat up slowly, holding himself with his good arm, pulling the covers off his legs slowly with his feet.
He gulped and looked around his tiny room, moonlight filling the room, hoping that it wasn't that day...
He looked over at his night stand and reached over and turned on his lamp. He looked down at his little calander with worry. He picked it up and looked at it closely.
His eyes began watering and he threw the calander at the wall with anger and fear. It made a loud THUD as it hit the wall. He hugged his legs with his good arm and tucked his injured arm around his gut and sobbed softly into his knees, only wanting his Kuzu-chan now...
...the confused stares....the confused....loving stares...
Hidan smiled and squeezed Kakuzu's hand tighter as they walke
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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