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[ougama]

"Huh?! What the hell was that just now, you picking a fight?"

"Whatever, I've been just fine. Wonderin' how you got here though, must've cost you an arm and a leg." Or both arms.

"Sounds like someone missed my presence. How have you beheading since the last time?”

[ougama]

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[ougama]

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"Oh, would you look at what the cat dragged in. If it ain't lil Deidara, where ya been?"

[ougama]

"Huh? Whatever man..." Though he plays it off as though it's nothing and that he wouldn't care even if he were to poison him, Hidan knows all too well that it would hurt like a son of a bitch and he'd hate it. Still, he doesn't need Sasori to know that, after all, how much could the other possibly know about him? It's not like they've seen each other enough to know every little detail about each other. For instance: Hidan had no idea of this red head's existence and only know his really gross, ugly outside shell.

He also didn't know this guy happened to be thirty-five years old.

"Th-thirty-five? Did you say you were thirty-five goddamn years old?!" Hidan is literally taken aback by this statement. He stumbles backwards, almost comically, really, in amazement. But, soon enough, he snaps out of his initial daze and begins to laugh yet again at the fact this guy right here is actually thirteen whole years older than he is. "Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?! No way man, been like that for twenty years? What, you don't steal hearts to keep that youth, do ya?" 

"Eh, whatever, I don't really care what you do or did to keep that fifteen year old's body." He looks at the gifts in his hands, it's almost heartwarming in the weirdest of ways that either of them -- S-rank criminals, mind you -- would go out of their way to get him anything for his birthday, albeit, three months late. Still, he shrugs, finding those kind of sentiments to be trifling as he rips apart the wrapping on both gifts, staring at them with a puzzled expression on his face. "The fuck're these?"

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     "It won’t kill you, but it would make you suffer quite a bit. " He squints at the tone of Hidan’s voice, carefree, judging him for his short stature and youthful appearance, though, Sasori does question whether or not immortality is useful when paired with the ability to feel pain, regardless of quick healing.

     His bottom lip curls in displeasure, his expression taking on a look of irritation, as Hidan flicks his words away, as quickly as they had left his mouth. Sasori and Hidan had never spoken often (Hidan was too loud for his tastes, too noisy and just seemed like an amplified Deidara), despite being a part of the same organization, and one could truly call this their longest conversation, by far.

     "I’m thirty-five, thanks; technically, I’ve been this way for twenty years.” He leans away when Hidan zooms in, slipping neatly out from the small space between Hidan’s tall frame and the wall and heading further into the room; uninvited, of course. As the visibility of his own existence (the Scorpion itself) is a severe vulnerability to him, it makes him uneasy, sets him on edge when people get to close. "If I was any taller, do you think I’d be able to hide inside Hiruko?" 

     Nonetheless, his heels lift, ever so slightly, off of the ground, and the corner of his mouth tugs down in a frown; he doesn’t take kindly to being treated like a kid. "I don’t have all day to just stand here and wait for you to open that, you know."

[ougama]

At his first comment, Hidan raises a brow wondering what he meant by that. The only person he knows with such a "large scorpion tail" is Sasori, but there's no way this teenage looking brat (as if he were one to talk) can ever be that rough-on-the-eyes, rough, "thing" he knows as some master of puppets. Yet, he's immediately proven wrong and his previous thoughts and accusations against the boy are dispelled after hearing the incredible change in the other's voice. The Jashinist stares in awe for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"What?! No way, it really is you!" This is the last thing Hidan ever expected to find out during his lifetime (and we all know how long that is), but it makes sense considering the fact he can't remember the last time he's seen this guy outside of that weird contraption. He begins calming down from his earlier outburst, wiping a small tear from his eye as he half-heartedly accepts the gifts from his acquaintence. "Yeah, yeah..." he waves off the other's threat like it's nothing, "As if that'll do anything to me."

Still, he can't help but grin at the sight of Sasori before him; looks like yet another pretty boy. Seems as if their organization can't get enough of those, Hidan thinks. "You know, I've seen a shit ton of weird things in my life, but this is by far the weirdest." He pauses, leaning in a bit closer again, "You're so... Small... How old are you, like fifteen?"

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     He knows that Hidan’s rudeness exceeds a bit more of Sasori’s short tolerance than necessary, but his confusion is honestly surprising. He lifts a brow in response, offended at the outburst; for the love of him, he can’t figure out why on earth Hidan is acting this way. Did he hit his head on his scythe? Accidentally rip through a favorite shirt? Or two? Or twenty? Hello? Hello right now? Hello, Hidan? 

     Ah, wait… Suddenly, it clicks.      Oh, there was something he definitely overlooked.

     "Really, you can recognize me when I’m busy waving a large scorpion tail, but you can’t recognize me like this? But, I suppose I don’t blame you — you’ve never seen me like this before." He clears his throat (unnecessary, he has no human vocal cords and his own are but a construct of chakra) and briefly uses the gruff voice that Hidan is more accustomed to. "It’s Sasori. Who else could it possibly be? Did you think that I was the puppet that I spend all of my time inside? Tch… tragic.”

     But he soon ceases, returns to his normal, fluid tone of voice, biting back a moderate level of embarrassment. "Ah, it’s a bit… odd, without the disguise… Anyway.” Adjusting his sleeve, he holds out the present again (actually two boxes stacked on top of each other), irked that he had to go through the entire explanation. "That ‘damned prodigy’ and I worked together to put together something for you. Take it, or else I’ll subject you to my poison for wasting my time." Big threats from someone who doesn’t look a day over 17.

[ougama]

LEGAL NAME: Hidan (lastname)

ALIAS[ES]: idiot, zombie combo/immortal duo (with kakuzu)

DATE OF BIRTH:  April 2nd

GENDER | SPECIES:  Male, Human

PLACE OF BIRTH: Yugakure

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS:  Teacher's quarters room 3 i think

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: japanese

EDUCATION: ninja school

OCCUPATION: hammiest naruto villain, martial arts teacher

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: i guess he would, no, no

LIKE[S]: spare ribs, jashin, jashinistic activities, desctruction and murder...

DISLIKE[S]:  ALL vegetables, heathens, money, kakuzu

FEAR[S]:  HE'S FEARLESS

PERSONALITY TRAITS: angry?? mean/rude, a gigantic asshole

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIR COLOR: white/silver??? ??????

EYE COLOR: magenta/pink bruh

HEIGHT:  5’8”

TATTOOS: none

PIERCINGS: none

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]:  no info

PARENT[S]: no info but probably had them both

CHILDREN: HAHAHA NONE

PET[S]: none

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: jashin tbfh

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

Meet the Muse

[ougama]

Go to church.

♚ — How about this face?

[ougama]

Do I look like I'm frontin'

♚ — You wouldn’t give this face detention, would you?

[ougama]

Until now, not a single person has actually visited Hidan during his time in the academy; especially not for anything 'nice' or the like. Not that he minds, really, since he never had any plan to become even remotely chummy with anyone at the school. So imagine his surprise when a really short teenage boy knocks on his door and invites himself in with a shitty greeting like that.

"What."

He squints at the other, even leaning a bit forward as if he's inspecting the boy or judging him for waltzing into his room all willy-nilly. Oddly enough, there was a sense of familiarity between the two but Hidan, unfortunately, cannot pinpoint exactly what that is. At least he now knows of his affiliation with a certain Uchiha. "Hey jerk, slow your roll for a minute there." 

Three months ago, it even slipped his own mind that he became a year older. After he was old enough to drink without a certain partner of his getting on his ass about it, he sort of stopped caring about it. Birthdays are nice for the acknowledgement, but Hidan could care less about any present someone gave him since material possessions are rather useless to the religious man.

"Okay, so, like, I have no idea who the fuck you are, and frankly, I don't really give a shit." He begins rudely, as usual. "And I don't care about any present you or that damned prodigy got for me. Sorry, not sorry, getting whatever that is was probably a waste of time." 

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     Though, Itachi and he were equally three months late… or so. Personally, birthdays were of little to no importance to Sasori. Years were just numbers, anyway, and terribly trifling to spend his entire life remembering — to be truthful, he only remembers his own age (reluctantly) merely for keeping record. Either way, they had both spent a long time (fifteen minutes) deliberating on what to get for Hidan, but Hidan is a rather simple man, or at least that’s what Sasori thinks of him, composed of loud noises and yelling and more yelling and scythe-swinging that makes Sasori want to reinforce Hiruko with sound-blocking barriers.

     But he slips out of that guise today, runs his fingers briefly through red, tangled hair that hasn’t seen sunlight in weeks. As unnecessary as he found birthday celebrations, it wasn’t proper to show up at Hidan’s place in a puppet, was it? Standing at the man’s door, Sasori sighs, shuts his eyes a bit, before knocking softly, wood rapping gently against wood.

     "It’s been a while, hasn’t it?" He steps in when the door is opened, extending the wrapped package to Hidan. In his haste, something slips his mind: the fact that Hidan has probably never seen him in his true form; Sasori proceeds, however. "Here, this is from me and Itachi. It was your birthday three months ago; and, well…" He pauses. “This wasn’t my idea.”

[ougama]

"Huh?! Are you fucking picking a fight here you jerk? Tch, whatever I don't need to join your stupid team anyway, and I probably don't even need your shitty prizes; I already have everything I could possibly need!"

"Hmm…

"You don’t seem much better than the average scum. As for the offers, you have to join to find out!"

[ougama]

"'Scuse you, I'm already better than the average scum! Oh? And what exactly could you offer me?"

"Well, for one, bragging rights! You’re better than the average scum! Second! The team’s various members, including myself are offering rewards for yellow’s victory." 

[ougama]

"Hey, hey. No need to get your panties in a bunch. I don't really give much of a rat's ass about that kind of "strength and dedication" talk. What's in it for me anyway?"

Clears his throat. 

"Yellow team made a superb comeback, surpassing the other teams despite being over 20 points behind at first. If that isn’t strength and dedication, I don’t know what is!"

[ougama]

"War... huh? I like the sound of that. But what, if little kiddies are participating then it can't be something fun."

“It’s war, and we need all the fire power we can get.”

[ougama]

"You're getting pretty fucking serious over something called 'paintball'. Prove to me you're the best team because I dunno how I feel over joining a 'yellow' team. Yellow is the damn color of piss, like Deidara's hair.."

"It is a battle between spirits and minds: a true test of your soul. If you wish to join the best team, join yellow."

[ougama]

"Uh, listen kid, I don't get any of the shit that's coming right out of your mouth so slow the fuck down and give me a goddamn explanation."

“Hey there! You should consider the red team so we can thoroughly humiliate the other teams by making the better comeback.” 

[ougama]

"The fuck is with this paintball shit?"

"What even is paintball?"

[ougama]

Basics:

Name:  Hyu URL: **fart noises** Characters Played: Hidan (naruto shippuden) Birthday: September 21 Height: 5’4" Eye colour: Dark brown Hair colour: Darker brown Gender: Female Sexuality: dead fictional characters tbh Relationship Status: Deceased

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