'Ｆａｋｅｒ 偽り者 ' {Naruto Various}

' 5 '

⚠️The chapter will rotate around the topic of suicidal tendencies, please click away if uncomfortable⚠️

(Y/n) woke up with a bit of a headache, groaning he tried to sit up, just to feel the weight leaning against him, stopping him from his original actions.

Hidan mumbled as he place a hand on (Y/n)'s chest, pushing him back down on the bed to sleep, "It's still early as hell. . . go back to bed" He whinned as (Y/n) huffed out simply and laid back down, feeling as Hidan re-adjusted himself into the (h/c)-nette's side. Tangling their legs together lovingly as the (Y/n) laid there quietly confused, why were they cuddling?

Then again, (Y/n) was content with the display of affection and kept his mouth shut for the meantime, willing to soak in the dry morning rays just a little longer before he started to do things.

That is, before the door opened, revealing a very disapproving Kakuzu standing before them.

"Get up, you're both late to join the meeting, our plans have changed" Kakuzu ordered, receiving a groan of irritation from the Jashin follower.

"Alright alright, we'll head on over there soon"

"Now, Hidan. Pein isn't in the mood" Kakuzu growled, leaning against the door frame, waiting for Hidan to free the awaking (Y/n).

No movement or attempt to realese (Y/n) was made though, not even a flinch.

Kakuzu had ripped Hidan off from (Y/n) in the end, excusing the visitor to go to the living room and talk with the rest.

With a stiff yawn, he nodded and got up, slipping on his shoes and passing Kakuzu by the door. "Thank you for waking me up, Kakuzu" He thanked as he walked down the hall,

"Just pick up the pace"

"Hm" (Y/n) bittered a bit at the Akatsuki's reply, giving a sound if disapproval as he continued to walk.

The bag he brought and cloak would be in the living room, he didn't care too much for the bag since they were just some clothes, but the cloak worried him a bit considering it was one of the only things that covered up the most notable shoulder scars. Though that could all be fixed by tweaking his shirts a bit or getting new ones that could coverup his shoulder's better and neck.

It wasn't a bad idea, maybe lose the cloak? yeah, that sounds good.

The wrist scars were harder to cover up sadly, he had given up a long time since the only truly noticeable ones would be covered up by his gloves, but recently it seemed as if the scars grew, leading up higher up his arms.

It was a bad habit he had yet to break out of, Hidan had picked up on it last night sadly.

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Hidan was curled into (Y/n)'s chest, being spooned as they both were just heading to bed.

"(Y/n), I saw the scars on your wrists earlier in the hallway. . . what happened if you don't mind me asking?" The worshiper asked, feeling as the man in questioned sighed.

"When I was younger, I was took into custody by the shinobi to have tests runned on me. Every time I misbehaved they would cut my wrists, the utensils varied between whips, shurikens, or scalpels. Every complaint, insult, off side suggestion, or yell they'd add a scar to the collection. I've never been a quiet person, so the scars grew to become routinely, from up to 1 or 2 scars a day to 12 or 15 if I was too noisy that day during procedures-"

The more he went off, the worse it seemed to be.

"- A habit, it's grown into a habit to cut up my wrists when I sink into a stressful solitude" (Y/n) kept his eyes closed throughout the entire talk.