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"You would have made a surprisingly good housewife," Kakuzu muttered out as she was finishing clearing the table from the breakfast she made for the current Akatsuki in the base itself.
For a moment, his words made her pause. Y/N could not help the sour way her lips fell, momentarily biting her lip as she placed away the last of the dishes. Though her plush lips parted, nothing was uttered to the stitched man as she turned from what she was doing. Simply a sigh passed her lips before she called out to the Jashinist she knew would be close by.
"Hidan!" She exclaimed, her voice clearly dripping of impatience. "Let's get our asses moving!"
Kakuzu frowned at the woman's response from underneath his mask, his wild colored eyes glancing over at her. Though what he said was meant to be a compliment, something that would rarely escape his stitched mouth, she seemed to ignore it. Not even simply ignore, he noticed, as the y/h/c haired woman seemed to be tight lipped and aggravated. He was sure she was in a calm mood prior.
Y/N, on the other hand, had images painting her mind she wished to erase once more. Blood stained every corner of her mind, while a young, screaming voice practically hollowed her ear drums. The woman felt as if she were about to break down in tears, and yet, as she ushered the two out for the mission they were assigned, she simply wanted blood.
Kakuzu noticed the change in mood quite easily, though he was not a man known to ask what was wrong, especially knowing how easy the woman was to desire bloodshed. He simply followed behind the two, his eyes examining the woman behind his own mask. As he noticed quickly, the woman's pace was one that even Hidan began falling behind.
As if it were on queue, the hot headed Jashinist called out to Y/N, his tone filled with exhausted aggravation. "Bitch, what's your rush?" He exclaimed tiredly. "Slow the fuck down!"
As Hidan went to reach for Y/N, Kakuzu found himself slapping the Jashinist's hand away, sending a glare in his direction. His hopes were simply that Y/N was going to ignore the pink eyed man, continuing at her quickening pace as long as no one touched her. Though this may have been his wish, he found himself sighing in irritation as the woman's mouth opened.
"Fuckface, I swear I will disassemble you and hide your body parts across the lands if you open your mouth again," she spat quickly. "Give me something to kill, or I'll waste my bloodlust on you."
Though the Jashinist knew better than to speak once more, that did not stop him from the vulgar motions he sent towards Kakuzu, speaking of you. The two were clearly being left behind, but Kakuzu believed that just maybe it was for the best in this moment. They allowed you to run ahead of them, Kakuzu glaring at Hidan for his actions.
When Y/N spoke of wanting blood, the y/h/c haired woman had not exaggerated in any sense. She took her suffering out on the entire entourage that the missing ninja had to guard them, before slitting the throat of the man she recognized from the bingo book. No matter how much of a fury she had been in, there was no way that she was letting the mission go to waste, as she made sure not to badly mark the bounty.
When Kakuzu and Hidan had finally arrived themselves, even Hidan was taken aback. His pink eyes grew wide at the scene in front of him, seeing the y/h/c haired woman standing in the middle. Her normally vibrant y/h/c hair was indistinguishable, practically dipped in the blood of her enemies. A smirk held against her lips, clearly of triumph, though her face even had the red liquid strewn across it.
"What took you so long?" She said with an almost eerie chuckle as she walked over to her partners. With one finger, she pointed back to the bounty, her face not leaving the two in front of her. "One of you can carry him, since I did all the heavy lifting."
"I could have sacrificed them to Lord Jashin!" Hidan exclaimed, though the warning glare he received from Y/N caused his mouth to immediately shut.
Kakuzu was the one to carry the body for the bounty, and on the way, Y/N used a nearby lake to wipe the blood out of her hair and face. The majority of the walk to the bounty office was silent, though Kakuzu's eyes often found themselves glancing over to her.
Though there was something clearly wrong with her prior, she seemed so cheery now. For that matter, she seemed almost normal. He could not seem to erase the image of all the dead shinobi around her, nor that wicked smirk that lied against her normally perfectly pouted lips. She was not known to make quite the mess, and yet, she massacred them.
"Did I upset you?" He finally managed to mutter out of his stitched lips as the three walked. Kakuzu could not help but wonder why Y/N was so mysterious about it, or why she had not simply taken her aggravation out upon him. She could have screamed and yelled at him, and yet, she did not even say a word about it.
The y/e/c eyed woman shifted her gaze to Kakuzu before her lips curled downward. She had no distaste towards Kakuzu, if not quite on the contrary, yet she was not quite sure if she wanted to explain her past. A small comment like that should not have bothered her, especially when it had been an endearing one at that.
"You didn't know," she said simply, shrugging as her eyes glanced off towards the path the three were taking.
Though Kakuzu would have typically dropped it, the whole situation was enigmatic to him. He could not help wonder precisely why the comment affected her so greatly, and he could not seem to trap the words that escaped from his mouth. "It was supposed to be a simple compliment," he pressed as his gaze studied her eyes. "You're also make a good criminal. Is that what you want to hear, woman?"
She could not help her voice breaking as the words dripped from her lips. "N-no," she said, her voice full of aggression. "I don't care! I just, ah, fuck." Y/N swallowed hard to prevent the tears that glassed her eyes from falling. "I was one. It just fucking reminds me of my son, alright?"
"What, did you fucking kill your son?" Hidan spoke, clearly unamused by the two's conversation.
"I swear to fuck-," she started, glaring at the silver haired man. Her voice took a somber tone as she moved her gaze back out in front of the three, allowing a sigh to escape her lips. "No, I didn't. His asshole father did, and then I killed his whole fucking family."
Back at base, Kakuzu could not stop thinking about what Y/N had said while they were out. Even as he was attempting to count his money, her words echoed through his mind. If he was to be honest, it was rather annoying.
His lips curled to a frown as he found himself, maskless, walking to the door of the woman on his mind. Though he would typically wear his mask throughout the hideout, Y/N had been one of the few to see him without regardless. He could feel his multiple hearts beating quickly as he reached up to knock upon her door.
Sobbing could be heard from the other side of the door, and Kakuzu stopped his fist from pattering against her door as he simply stood. Choked sobbing seemed to echo off of each wall, making it relatively loud for any outsider to hear. His stitched lips frowned the slightest bit more as he stared at the door in front of him.
After nearly five straight minutes of listening to the sobs, with no true end in sight, the man let out a sigh. Raising his fist once more, he knocked against the door in a pattern of three. For a few moments, he waited as he listened to the quick shuffling of the woman in question.
The door sprung open to reveal Y/N's poor job of hiding her own crying, accompanied with a forced smile. "Hey, Kuzu," she forced out, trying to make sure to sound as well as possible. "You need something?"
The man said nothing whatsoever to her words, though he pushed her back inside, closing the door behind the two. His wild eyes glanced down to her confused features, before he simply wrapped his strong arms around her. No words needed to be spoken in this moment as he held her tightly, allowing her to once again break the dams of her y/e/c eyes.
She clung tight to him, her own arms awkwardly wrapped around the stitched man. Typically one of the most level headed out of the Akatsuki, she was someone who almost immediately caught the stitched man's attention. Crying until she felt hoarse, she finally separated from him, allowing an apologetic smile to grace her face.
Though the stitched man had plenty of things he could spend his own time upon, he knowingly replied, "Will you tell me about him?" A small smile graced his stitched features, his eyes attentive as he stared down upon her. "About your son, I mean."
Y/N spent hours telling Kakuzu about Y/S/N, as much as she could possibly remember of him. She even explained why he was killed, as the father that didn't want him had a kekegenkai that was passed down to him. After a while of explaining, she barely even noticed that the two seemed to switch to a position where she was lying against his bare chest.
"He would have loved you," she murmured with a soft chuckle. "I know I do." As the words slipped from her mouth, she found herself wishing she could shove them right back into her throat. The last thing she had meant to do was to tell him how she felt about him, especially after the mess that she had been the past day.
He glanced down at her with a knowing smirk, chuckling at the woman's words. Moving his head upwards, he replied by simply pressing his lips against her own, relishing in the feeling of her soft, plush lips. They moved in sync with hers, and he realized that no matter how much time he supposedly wasted with Y/N, it would never be a waste.