The Shattered King

Thoughtless Words, Truthful Statements


Disclaimer; I assure all of I don't own Naruto.


"I missed you…"

It fell out of his mouth before he could even process the thought himself. And he found himself regretting it as Itachi pulled away and searched his eyes almost as if he didn't believe him…

Then lips were on his pouring out more than words ever could, after all action was the best way for Hidan to understand, and this kiss? It spoke volumes.

'I missed you too… I'm so sorry… I didn't mean any of it… I'm a fucking idiot…' But the most important of all was mumbled in the fervent moments afterward, a string of shared salvia connecting the two, lidded eyes gazing at each other, and hot breaths mingling together.

"I still love you…" Itachi had managed through his panting.

He found himself being pushed away as Hidan balled up. The other was broken. How was he to know what was real anymore? To know what to believe? To know what to say? To feel? To act? He'd silently accepted the fact that the other had really left only months ago. He'd been in a hopefully destructive denial. So what was he to think? How was he to react?

"Liar…" He hissed. He had to be lying.

Itachi swallowed. He was afraid of this. But he had to try… He had to…

"No, Hidan, I'm not… I was wrong before…" Hidan shook his head hiding his face from Itachi.

"You're lying…" He pleaded. Could he handle this? Itachi shook his head.

"No. I can't lie to you Hidan… I just can't…" Hidan began to shake, not with fear or tears, but with anger. He bolted up glaring at the other.

"You're a liar! You left! You promised forever and you left! You did! Not me… Why're you doing this to me? I'm not a toy! Quit treating me like one! Stop playing with me… Please… Stop…" His anger melted into tears once again as he crumpled to the floor. Itachi sighed slipping to the others side and pulling him into his chest.

He had no words for the other. What was he to tell him? He had no answers, not even for himself, he never did. There was no reason to leave, no reason to stay away, yet he did. And he had no explanation.

He had no words for the other. What was he to tell him? He had no answers, not even for himself, he never did. There was no reason to leave, no reason to stay away, yet he did. And he had no explanation.

And so when the other fought at first he said nothing. He let go and scooted back whispering his promise of being right there whenever he was needed. And though this gained some sort of awkward sob-snort it proved to be true when the other crawled over.

He was accepted with warm arms and showered with soft kisses on every applicable space. He knew he wasn't totally trusted, but he hoped to regain the trust lost and prove to him just how he really felt.