Sunday Morning

Sunday, Kakuzu had decided, was his favorite day of the week.

Sunday was the day of relaxation; Sunday was the one day that everyone in the Akatsuki base got to take a day off from being bloodthirsty criminals, and got to get back to being human. Sunday meant that Kakuzu could wake up whenever he pleased, and it was usually to the rich scent of homemade pancakes and hot maple syrup--underneath her unreachable exterior, Konan was quite the cook.

Sunday meant that Kakuzu could lounge around in his fleece pajama pants, mask and shirt still hanging on a hook in his closet; Sunday meant that he could read the paper at the table and drink coffee and talk about the economy with Sasori.

Sunday was the one day that Kakuzu could forget about the bounties, and the finances, and the Bijuu and the missions, and instead remember what is was like to be normal.

But, best of all, Sunday was the day that Kakuzu could blink awake to see a mess of silver hair on his chest, and feel Hidan's warmth curled against his side. Sunday was the one day that Kakuzu could just lay in bed, lazily stroking Hidan's bare shoulders while waiting for him to wake; Sunday was the day that he could hurry Hidan's waking process along, by means of one well-placed nip.

On Sunday he could watch Hidan stir from sleep, and kiss his wild, ungelled hair. He could let the zealot burrow closer into his side, loop an arm around his waist, and whisper into his ear all sorts of sweet, dirty, loving, naughty things. Sunday meant that Kakuzu could pull the blankets over them both, and let his playful side loose; only on Sunday could Kakuzu roll with Hidan across the bed, nipping and biting here and there, making Hidan writhe with sensation and laugh with sheer joy.

Sunday was the day Kakuzu could pull Hidan close to him, listening to his laugh and adding his own chuckles, and savor the greatest treasure he'd ever found. On Sunday Kakuzu could flop backward onto the bed and sprawl out, and have Hidan lay across his chest, and listen to their hearts pound in sync.

On Sunday Kakuzu got a break from reality, and dove back into his nearly-fogotten humanity.

...sometimes, he wished Sunday didn't come just once a week.