Katima giggled at him "Why such the straight face? Aren't you happy?" Smiling she pointed to the floor. "Sit down there, I'll give you a massage, considering Hidan-chan is such a. . . well he isn't the most relaxing person to hang around. I swear, his little brother was even easier to hang out with!" At this she laughed happily.

Kakashi chuckled, "Hurry up then, she will be coming home in about an hour I'm guessing. I have this strange suspicion she is going to bring Madara, so be careful and swift." With that he hung up the phone and put clothes on. Sighing he looked over at the clock. 'No time for drying my hair huh. I'm going to have to hurry.' With that he ran out of the studio putting on his mask as he hopped on his motorcycle and flew out of the studio parking lot. He dodged the cars easily as he finally came to the two story house as he walked in he ran up stairs to hide all of his "special" things, and make sure Katima's underwear and things were in their respectable places.

Suigetsu looked at the door "yes Hidan..." he growled not enjoying the new nickname.

San turned bright red hiding herself under the blankets "what is he doing here" she whispered to suigetsu.

Natsumi sighed as she walked into her apartment. She didn't expect what she was gonna see chilling in her living room eating a nut. She placed her purse on the dining table and looked over to her living room only to see a trail of crushed nuts (no naughty thoughts now xD)on her floor. The trail lead to a squirrel eating in the corner of the room. Natsumi doesn't enjoy outside animals suddenly coming into her house like that. And now that she thought about it, how did the squirrel enter her apartment like that if she lives in a building with a locked door? Who knows, the only thing she could focus on doing now is getting rid of the pesky animal. She opened the door to her apartment and walked a few floors up to as San for a jack hammer, a saw and probably a large net if the squirrel tries to run. Natsumi walked up to San and Suigetsu's door only to see her favorite Janshinist-- who she couldn't acknowledge at the moment seeing she was focused on getting rid of that animal invading her room. Natsumi looked threw the door. "Yo, San! Do you have a jack-hammer? O-or a chain-saw? And maybe a large net too just in case....?" she asked her suddenly.

[[@FadingExistance; Yes, yes she does xD]]

San jumped off the couch and screamed "WHAT THE HELL WOMEN!!!!!" she yelled at Natsumi as she opened a closet pulling out a large net and a mallet "this is all i got" she said as she shuffled back to the couch laying back down.

((@Slide: Yay, more merry company! XD))

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Madara obediently went over to the spot Katima pointed at and sat down, crossing his legs. Smirking, he said, "I can see why. Kurodo doesn't mind the women. He likes them, even. But Hidan doesn't care for companionship, so he doesn't even bother making the effort when he's around others." In fact, the jerk was probably too self-centered in his own ego-bloated little world to even know what went on in the rest of the world other than himself.

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"Yesss!" Kurodo punched a fist into the air and did a little happy-dance. After making sure there were no one around the area to see that first, of course; he had a reputation to upkeep, after all. Quickly, he stashed his phone back into his pocket and made his way over to a nearby park, where he had hidden his sleeping bag in the men's restroom for 'emergencies', ie when he couldn't find a place to stay. After wrenching the bag out the storage closet (hidden behind the cabinet of disinfectant), he tucked it under an arm and hurried over to catch a bus to the Hatake's. He made it a habit to take the bus rather than the subway, knowing that the latter was what Hidan preferred.

Roughly twenty minutes later, he got off the bus and walked over to the building where he knew Kakashi lived, and nervously smoothed his hair down a little in an attempt to look more presentable and not appearing 'just shagged and out of bed without a shower'. That probably won't go well with Hatake. Striding up the path, he went to the door and pressed the bell.

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Hidan blinked at the girl who went past him and suddenly asked for some rather...strange items. He shook his head. He had a task to manage.

"You haven't got any dirty laundry or bad food or any shit lying around you can part with, do ya?" He asked Suigetsu. "The fouler, the better." He quickly added.

"I think San has some old blood in the refridgerator you may have" he said looking up from a magazine.

"Ah, excellent. Thanks, Water Boy." Hidan grinned and strolled into the house, heading over to the kitchen. He spotted the refrigerator and popped it open, rummaging through the contents. Blood...blood...blood...ah, here it is. He pulled his head back out and shut the door with a casual kick of his foot, holding the bottle in his hand and scrunching his nose at it. He liked blood, yes, but old blood was just foul. Perfect for his brewing concoction.

Katima smiled as he sat down and talked, "Well, he does care, but only slightly. You just have to look really hard to find it!" This made her laugh as she started to play with his hair. "What shampoo do you use? Your hair is really soft!" She made the hatake's legendary "n_n" face and kept playing with it. Knowing that every time she played with someones hair they ended up sleeping she decided to give him a massage. "Wow, Madara you are like super tense! And you have several knots!" Sighing she frowned at him slightly as she put a small amount of chakra in her hands to make it more relaxing.

Kakashi walked up to the front door and opened it looking at the man before him. "Would you like to shower? You will have to do it now or wait till Katima is gone tomorrow."Kakashi was blunt and to the point. there was no need for excessive talking. Sighing he stepped aside as he pulled the younger man in the house by the elbow and shut and locked the door. "So, I suppose I'll make dinner for us and you can shower." Turning around slowly he entered the kitchen. "Go upstairs, my room is the third door on the right, there is a bathroom in there."

He snorted. Madara wasn't trying to be rude, but he found the idea of Hidan caring about what went on around him ridiculous. Or maybe he did care, but just went the opposite direction from mankind's general concept of 'consideration'.

Answering Katima's earlier question, he said. "I use Hidan's shampoo. He uses so much of it he never notices any missing before the bottle's empty." He hummed contently against the pressure the younger girl was applying to his shoulders. It felt good. "While he's a pain in the rear, I have to admit the man's got taste when it comes to hair products."

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"Gotcha." Kurodo said, grinning. "Thanks again for letting me stay." He ran up the stairs and found the room. It was much tidier than he had expected, but then, one couldn't expect every man in the world to be like a certain someone, who never, as in ever, cleaned his room.

The youth was also glad for the bluntness. Having gone through two months of sugar-talking and honey-laced voices, he was glad that for once there was just plain, sweet bluntness. That was the difference between men and women, he supposed.

Dumping his sleeping bag in a corner, he unrolled it and took out the spare set of clothes wrapped inside and took it with him into the bathroom. In retrospect, he probably should've brought along more clothes with him before running out the burning house, but then, there really wasn't enough time. He, unlike his insufferable brother, was not immortal, and could hardly spend twenty minutes inside a flaming building, trying to save facial products, hair care bottles, money, and clothes before finally escaping looking like a half-burnt turkey.

He sighed and turned on the water. He really needed to stop thinking about that idiot.

Katima laughed at him, "But of course, that is one of his main assets! I mean, why else would he care so much about it? Personally I think hair should be something you can play around with, not something that should have one hairstyle, or type! So that's why I always change mine!" Giggling she kept massaging as she felt the knots in his back start to die down some, "Really, did he like beat the sht out of you? These knots on you are horrible! Or have you not gotten a massage in forever?" She smiled sweetly down at him as she kept moving her hands almost expertly.

Kakashi sighed as he was finally in the kitchen. 'What to cook, what to cook? Hmmm I would say mac and cheese but that's not going to sit well with Katima if I use the last of it. Ah, I'll just settle with some chicken ramen!' Smiling as he set off to work on the food his low velvety voice started to hum out little tunes. Kakashi was actually pretty good at ramen, he perfected it when ever Naruto lived with them for a week actually. It was actually kind of Ironic since Katima caught the flue that week as well.

Madara smiled. "I suppose I wouldn't know. I never really cared much for my hair." He had been occupied with other...projects, after all. Like taking over the world. Before he found out how much paperwork being the dictator of the world required. Now, he just settled with being an imaginary dictator on the rise in the script. No paperwork.

"And Hidan could hardly 'beat the shit' out of me." He scoffed at the thought. The kid would be in BIG trouble if he tried anything, and he knew it. The only times he did anything were when he was dead-drunk and couldn't tell left from right. "I've never had a massage before though..." Which was a shame, now that he found just how good it felt to have one.

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Roughly fifteen minutes later, Kurodo stepped out from the showers, smelling faintly of orange. He tossed the bundle of his dirty clothes onto his sleeping bag, making a mental note to wash them later, and made his way down the stairs, running a hand through his damp hair. The shower had washed out most of the wax he had used in it, and they now laid sleek against his scalp, much like his brother's, but not combed back. "Mmm, something smells good...ramen?" He commented, sniffing the air.

Katima smiled at him again chuckling slightly. "Ah, I see." Listening to him intently she laughed slightly "Ah, what a shame no? It does wonders to you, I'm telling ya! I would love to get massages but people just don't know how to do it anymore!" Giggling she stopped and sighed out "Well want to go out to eat? Then you can come over and I can dye your hair if you want!" Her voice sounded happy but she looked at her phone wearily, "I'll just have to tell Kakashi. . . or maybe he wont even care!" Sliding her phone into her pocket she decided she wouldn't call either way.

Kakashi cold hear the water stop and he knew that the other man would be down soon. 'Good thing it's done!' He thought smiling as he prepared the food happily. For some reason cooking was slightly calming to him, though he would never admit it. As soon as the bowls were filled the other man came into the kitchen. "Yea, Chicken, hope you will like it.' He smiled as he set down both the bowls and brought out two cups filling them with milk, seeing as Katima would have his head for getting into her orange juice.

Madara noticed the glance at the phone and shook his head. "Someday he's going to have to understand that you are of age, and hardly requires constant fussing over anymore. You hardly have to tell him every single thing you do." He got up from the ground and dusted himself off. "I'm in a Chinese mood. I heard there's a new restaurant a couple streets down, want to eat there?" He asked her.

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Kurodo's eyes brightened at Kakashi's words. "Ooh, chicken. My favorite." He rubbed his hands together in anticipation, going over to the table and sniffing at the bowls eagerly. Milk was another favorite of his, though he'd never admit that, thinking it sounded childish of him. He preferred saying that he drank it in order to grow taller than his brother, when he didn't really mind his height all that much, being only a few centimeters shorter than Hidan. He went to grab some chopsticks from a drawer, a pair for him and Kakashi.

Katima smiled brightly at him, "I know! I just, I am the same way. But I don't know." She looked down playing with her hands as he got up she looked up at him and smiled. "Chinese sounds wonderful right now! Would you like to take my car or yours?" She stood up and noticed how short she was compared to all of the Akatsuki, she wasn't all that short but she was at least a head shorter than all of them. Sighing she smiled and shook her head happily then looking back up at the man she waited to see what he would do.

Kakashi smiled knowing that at least his someone would liked chicken ramen besides himself. He saw the man stand up and go get chopsticks for both of them. Sighing as Kurodo turned around he smirked and pulled down his mask agonizingly slow for anyone who was watching. Finally it was down at his neck showing off all of his face. "Ah, thank you, I forgot to get the chopsticks." His voice smooth as it came from his lips. He looked down at this ramen and smiled as he put his hand out for the chopsticks.

Natsumi laughed as she grabbed the mallet and large net. "Thanks!" she said before she went back to her room. She locked the door behind her so the squirrel wouldn't escape. The first placed she looked was in the corner where she first found the squirrel--it wasn't there. Natsumi gulped anxiously as she looked around the apartment for the little rodent. She walked into her kitchen only to see that she squirrel was eating out her favorite snacks. She gasped and tried to whack the squirrel with the mallet. She knocked over a few things , but the squirrel ran off to the washroom. "Hmph.." she said. It wasn't very smart for the squirrel to run off to a small area to hide.

Natsumi quickly ran into the bathroom, quickly locking the door so the squirrel wouldn't escape. She glared into the wild animals eyes, it was a face off between to enemies. "You think you can get away, huh?!" she yelled at the squirrel like a mad woman. "Y-you think you can just waltz in here and eat out my favorite snacks and munchies?! HUH?!" she asked as if she expected an answer from the poor thing. "I don't THINK SO!!' she said whacking the squirrel with the mallet onto the wall, leaving a dent in there too. 'Man, thats gonna cost me a lot of money to get that fixed..' she thought sadly. The squirrel fell to the ground now knocked out. She placed it carefully in the large net and carried it outside her door. She walked into the elevator as she waited patiently for it to go to the lobby.

".........Yours." He very nearly offered his, but then bit back the words in time. He had a few...'things' stored in the ice chest of his trunk. Bloody, tattered things. Not a good idea to go driving around town like that while in the company of a lady. He hoped his face didn't appear too unnatural when the thought crossed his mind.

Madara went over to the coffee table to clean up the plates that had previously held the sandwiches, dumping them into the sink to clean later. He then picked up his mask and put it on, making sure it was securely in place. Smiling, he said, "Let's go then, shall we?"

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Kurodo blinked and handed the chopsticks over to Kakashi's waiting hand. That was the first time he ever saw the man without his mask on, and he looked damn good with it off. Made him wonder why he always wore it. "You're welcome." He said, a little vacantly. Was he staring? He hoped not...at least not too obviously. "Though I should be the one thanking you, you're the one taking me in and now feeding me, after all." He blinked again, then shook his head forcefully to clear it. Because staring at your host like that was just rude. He hoped Hatake didn't notice. He focused his attention to his bowl of steaming ramen and clapped his hands together, whispering a silent, "Itadakimasu" under his breath.

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"Thanks for the blood, Water Boy!" Hidan hollered over to Suigetsu with the bottle of blood in his hand and walked out their apartment, closing the door behind him. Excellent. He grinned at the blood again. Hopefully Madara wouldn't be back any time soon, so he could have time to finish smearing all his masks.

Walking back towards his room down the corridor, he noticed the girl from earlier standing in front of the elevator, holding...is that a squirrel? He paused in mid-stride, staring at the girl calmly waiting for the elevator, holding a net with the limp mammal in it. A few moments later, he shook his head and continued on his way, muttering about females and their oddities.

Natsumi walked into the elevator and stood in the corner. Closely beside her was a random middle-aged woman. She glanced over at Natsumi and jumped seeing the limp squirrel in a large net. The lady began to sweat nervously thinking she was in elevator with a killer-- which wasn't completely true-- holding a massive mallet in her other hand. Natsumi caught the ladies glance now even more annoyed than she already was. The fact that she might pay for the expensive damages she did to her apartment made her anxious, she took it out on the curious lady beside her. "What are you looking at?!" she barked at her. The lady got slightly more anxious and ran out of the elevator as it opened at the lobby. Natsumi sighed. This wasn't her usual behavior, but this wasn't a usual day for her. She walked out of the elevator and walked outside with the net and the animal and laid it outside of the building so it wouldn't find it's way back to her room again. She sighed a sigh of releif and walked back into the building as she combers some of her bangs back with her fingers. "Now where am i gonna get enough money to pay for the damages..?" she mumbled to herself.

((I'm going to have to post later, I really can't think right now :/))

((Take your time, it's no rush. :)))

((Sorry it's been so long, is everyone still up for an rp?))

Katima smiled at Madara and nodded "Alright fallow me!" Grabbing his hand she pulled him towards the door with a smile and started to walk off to her car. Not much she knew about the place they were going to so she was debating on whether to let him drive or not.

Kakashi smiled at him and continued to eat. "It's not a problem at all, don't worry about it really. I mean Hidan is a good drinking buddy but I don't like most of the Akatsuki, Katima is always trying to get with them and it's just so aggravating." Sighing exasperatedly he finished his food soon and picked everything up of his and started washing them.

((Woohoo! Back in business! :boogie:))

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Madara nodded and walked after Katima. He'd probably never admit it, but the soft, warm feel of Katima's hand against his felt pretty good. He found himself not wanting to let go. He debated briefly whether to let Katima drive or him...it was her car, after all. But then he didn't know if she was the kind of person who disliked people 'backseat-driving' and following instructions. Better ask. "Will you be driving?"

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Kurodo nodded, feeling relieved. Seems that there won't be much of a chance that he'd run into his idiot brother nor any of their 'organization mates'. "That's good to hear." He said, after swallowing a large mouthful of noodles. "I can see why they're aggravating. The members of the Akatsuki are all in the same cahoots, no matter how much they might say they don't like each other."

He quickly slurped down the last of his noodles (as quietly as possible, since it seemed that the Western culture of eating quietly had become the new Japanese culture...Hidan still kept to the old 'traditions' of slurping his ramen down as loud as possible when showing his appreciation for good food) before standing up, collecting his bowl and chopsticks, and heading over to help Kakashi with the dish washing. Then he was back to standing there rather awkwardly. He didn't have much of an experience with living with other men, other than his brother, but he didn't count. What does one do when staying over at a member of the same sex's...?

Katima looked at her black Shelby Mustang for a drawn out moment, "Well he isn't my baby so yea, you can drive him!" She flinched when she said "he" everyone tended to make fun of her when she said he. The thing was, none of her cars were "females" they were to masculine to be, at least she thought, and she named every one of them. Cars were one thing Kakashi always let her look at and buy and fix. They were one of her outlits. Sighing with a smile on her face she looked up at Madara and put the keys in his hand where her's laid just seconds before. Striding over to the passenger side she opened the door and buckled in smiling waiting to go eat.

Kakashi finally finished the dishes when he turned around he noticed Kurodo standing there slightly awkward. Chuckling as he pushed his hair around Kakashi walked towards the living room. "What would you like to watch? Or would you rather talk?" Finally entering the living room he plopped down on one side of the black couch and waited for a reply. In all honesty he didn't care what they did.

Madara smiled at how Katima referred to her car as a 'he'. He always thought that for the males, they probably preferred referring to their beloved possessions as a 'she', and it was probably the same with the females, by referring to theirs as 'he's. At least, that was the explanation that made most sense to him.

"This is a very nice car you have." He commented as he got in, feeling happy that Katima trusted him to let him drive. He was driving an ancient second-hand 15-year-old Perodua Kancil, and it was chipped in many places, the paint peeling away with dust all over it. Madara was definitely glad that he had chosen to take Katima's car instead of his. His car was quite an embarrassing sight now that he thought about it.

Putting the key into the ignition after strapping himself in, he turned to Katima. "Just so that you know, my liscense expired twelve years ago. I haven't ever had trouble driving, but I thought I should warn you in case you see me spontaneously diving into the back seat if a member of the police approaches us." He said that all in a very flat voice, half serious and half joking. Of course, he wouldn't actually just jump away from the driver's seat, but still, it was probably better that Katima knew that he didn't really have an active liscense anymore. He stopped having it renewed after it became too dangerous for him to do so without exposing himself to the authorities.

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"Um, both?" It would be slightly less awkward if there was the distraction of the TV playing if they ran out of things to talk about, while talking would also make things less awkward than if they both just sat there in silence. The day was still early, so it was probably going to be a while before he could have an excuse of having dinner to escape the awkwardness again. Kurodo mentally kicked himself for becoming an idiot around men when he could be so smooth with the opposite sex.

Katima laughed and smiled up at him happily, "All is well, I have a cop radar!" Pointing to a small little black box on the dash board that looked nothing like normal cop radar's. "It's black market but the thing works better than normal ones I swear!" Chuckling she looked out her window and watched a few people walk out into the parking lot. "Ah, everyone is going out to dinner now I think. I would rather not go home to Kakashi tonight." Rolling her slitted eyes she smiled up at Madara again. "So how good is this restaurant?"

Kakashi chunked the remote at the other man slightly wondering if he would catch it in time. Knowing full and well if he didn't then Kurodo would be hit in the face with said remote. Without waiting to see he simply said with his voice (Who could seduce any woman without even trying to be seductive) a tad louder than normal, "Choose a channel then buddy, also, what we talk about is up to you. So, I advise you to think quickly, I am rather tired." Giving him the famous Hitake smile Kakashi shifted in the couch to face the TV now and pointed around the room. "Sit where you want, wherever is fine. . . as long as it isn't in my lap, then again maybe that's fine too." Winking at Kurodo he chuckled and placed his head into the palm of his hand and looked at the TV bored.

Madara chuckled. "That's nice to know. And I have no idea. It's a new restaurant after all. I happened to come across a flyer they were handing out one day and thought I could give it a try." He shrugged. The flyer had looked pretty well-printed, and there were quite a few customers inside whenever he passed it, so it shouldn't be too bad...he could always dismember the owner later on if it was.

Turning the keys in the ignition, he started up the car and backed it slowly out the parking slot and directing it towards the streets. "The drive shouldn't take too long, it's about five minutes' distance away." He said to Katima. Reaching up to his mask, he tapped the area in front of his left eye, and it popped out, leaving his other eye clear to see. While he could drive pretty well with just one eye, it was still safer if he had two.

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A small smile curled upon his lips at Kakashi's words. Kurodo wanted to attempt sitting in the other man's lap just for the heck of it. Still, he resisted the urge and managed to catch the remote about a few centimeters away from his face before it smacked into it. That would've hurt. He turned the TV on, flipping through it at random, avoiding all the ones that had anything to do with religion. While he may not be a fanatic zealot like his brother, he still tended to rant whenever he saw the heathens spouting off their religion like it was the one true law of the universe and bashing on all the others.

Finally, he settled on the safest channel: the news. It was currently broadcasting about some sort of car accident that happened not too far away from Hatake's house, near a highway. "If you're tired you could always take a nap...it's not like you have to pay attention to me or anything." Kurodo said, smiling slightly. "I promise I won't set your house on fire while you're sleeping." He joked.