Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of its characters.

Warnings: AU

"Anger is just a cowardly extension of sadness. It's a lot easier to be angry at someone than it is to tell them you're hurt."

- Tom Gates

The title is taken from an AAR song, "Gives you hell".

-- Prologue --

Pale, thin fingers rolled the cigarette between themselves thoughtfully; ash loosened from the tip, dropping to the floor, but he didn't care. Finally, the fingers passed the cancer stick on to a set of full lips which were all too willing to suck on the cigarette, inhaling the smoke and taste.

Violet eyes flickered from the fresh ash on the burgundy carpet to the paper on the dark table made of walnut wood. The writing was printed, the font elegant, just like he expected from his former classmate.

Invitation

Since it has been 20 years that we, the class of 1988 of Akatsuki High, graduated, I would hereby like to invite you to a high school reunion.

Date: May 5th 2008

Time: 19:00

Place: the Red Cloud club

Please let me know if you will be able to attend or not, and…

The cigarette had been forgotten as he reread the letter, and he absentmindedly put it in the ashtray, stubbing it out. He licked over his lip, deep in thought, before he tugged his cellphone out of his jeans and glanced at the letter one last time before dialing.

"Hello?"

He took a deep breath. "Is that… is that Konan?"

"Yes, who's speaking?"

"It's Hidan. You know… from high school?"

--

"A high school reunion, eh?" The pink-haired woman threw another dart; it narrowly missed a guy's ear. The guy cursed at her, but she only smirked at him, as if she had fully intended to hit him instead of the dartboard. "Sounds like fucking shit, if you ask me."

He rolled his violet eyes, silver hair gleaming in the dim light of the bar, and sipped on his drink. "Too fucking bad, 'cause you're coming with me, bitch."

She raised an eyebrow, lowering the hand with the darts. "And why the hell should I do that, bastard?"

"'Cause you love me, whore."

She snorted. "Hidan, please, there is one thing that turns me off more than your fucking gross personality: you have a dick, idiot."

Hidan glared childishly at her. "Well nobody has to know that you're a fucking lesbo, Tayuya. I just can't go there alone, for fuck's sake."

"Why the fuck not? You always go to shit alone!"

He sighed, clearly annoyed, and pulled her closer to him so he wouldn't have to talk so loud. "Ex boyfriend."

"What the fuck? You're a fucking famous author whose books have been bestsellers for a while now, why the hell would you be afraid of meeting a fucking exboyfriend?"

"Because he was the only guy who ever fucking dumped me!" Hidan glared at her. "I fucking told you about that Kakuzu shithead!"

"Oooh…" Tayuya smirked at her best friend. "The only guy who ever dumped your ugly ass… Now him, I want to have a drink with."

"Well, I don't." Hidan glared. "But I want to see what became of everyone; I haven't gone to a single fucking reunion."

"Your own fault, moron, so stop fucking complaining."

"So are you coming with me or not, bitch?"

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Fine. After all, I have ass-kicking rights as your best friend. Now stop fucking moping, you fucking pussy, this isn't like you!"

"I'm not moping, damn woman!"

"Then what the hell is your problem?!"

"He fucking dumped me Tayuya! Me!"

She rolled her eyes yet again. "If you're so fucking pissed because he dumped you, why don't you just fucking get him to date you again so you can fucking dump him?"

Hidan blinked. "Tayuya… you are a fucking genius."

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Yep. As soon as I finish HFAR, I start posting the next chaptered fic. :P

This will probably take me a while to update because I have exams again and I am starting a new job --