Akatsuki Babysitters

Hidan

Hidan had been banned from cussing when he was around Sakura. There were no shits, dicks, or fucks. One wrong word around 'Akatsuki's Little Girl' and he'd be kicked all the way to Suna. But it wasn't like he was around the kid much anyways. The ones at the base tried to keep her away from him as much as possible (for obvious reasons), and he was completly okay with that.

That is, until, he became the only one available.

So here he was now, practicing his taijutsu with Sakura watching him on the sidelines. His scythe was sitting in her lap, safe and sound. Hidan didn't have to worry about her getting hurt. From what he heard, she was a good kid and really, her shours of amazement at his training was giving his ego a field day.

"You're so cool, Hidan-san!"

"Hell yeah I am!"

Hell wasn't considered a swear word, right? Sakura giggled and gave him a bright smile. He took a break after about an hour and took a seat beside the four year old. She handed him a bottle of water.

"Thanks, brat."

The two sat in silence for a while, staring up at the clouds. Sakura glanced to the side, catching a glimpse at the thoughtful look that glazed over Hidan's face. It was weird to see him like this. Usually, she'd see him annoyed, angry, smug, or bored. Now that she thought about it, there really wasn't a time where she saw him truly smile.

"Hidan-san."

"Mm?"

"What makes you happy?"

He tore his gaze away from the sky and met a pair of purely interested eyes. What an odd little girl.

"What makes me happy..." he repeated slowly. He thought about it for a little while. "... Being a Jashinist would have to take that fuc- erm, spot. It's been with me the longest, and it's the only thing I have, seriously."

Hidan said it like it didn't mean anything, but his eyes were downcast, avoiding Sakura's stare. After a few moments, she gingerly set down his scythe and hopped onto his lap. She smiled at his surprised expression.

"Tell me a story, Hidan-san! I wanna know more 'bout Jashin! He sounds really, really cool!" she gushed. Hidan arched an eyebrow and grinned, soft chuckles spilling from his lips.

"You're real weird, you know that? Let's go inside first, I'll start telling you stories while I whip up some f- lunch."

It was about three days later when the Akatsuki started arriving back at the house. Deidara, Sasori, Itachi, and Kisame returned at night to a strangely quiet house. Hidan wasn't sprawled across the couch being bored like they expected him to be an Sakura wasn't sneaking around to avoid bed time like she would usually tend to do. Interested (and slightly worried), the four of them exchanged and silent made their way down one of the dimmed hallways to Sakura's room.

Her door was cracked open, the soft glow of her nightlight pouring through the darkness. As they inched closer, they began to hear the deep, alluring lull of... Hidan's voice?! Deidara and Kisame peeked in first and were dumbfounded at what they say.

Hidan was cross-legged on Sakura's bed, leaning back against the wall and holding a book in his hands. Sakura was curled up contently in his lap, her hands fisted in his shirt, her head on his chest and her eyes half-lidded and still drooping.

"An' den wha' happen?" she mumbled. Hidan turned the page and pushed up the glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose.

"After saving the princess from the evil witch, the prince brought her back to his castle and had a beautiful wedding full of white roses, sunflowers, and irises; just like the prince promised. And then they lived happily ever after. The End."

Sakura was blissfully asleep. Hidan closed the book and set it on the nightstand before carefully taking Sakura off his lap and tucking her in bed. When he walked out of the room and closed the door, he was met with four amused stares. Deidara rushed up to him first, looking up at the older man with the best puppy dog eyes he could muster.

"Read me a story next, un?"

Hidan flushed red in embarrassment and whacked him in the head.

"Shut it, blondie!" he scream-whispered, earing a raised eyebrow from Sasori, "Be creepy somewhere else, would ya?!"

He turned on his heel and walked to his room. After a few seconds, Kisame spoke.

"I thought you were the only one who wore glasses, Itachi-san."

"And I thought Hidan would've lashed out at the comment." Itachi said.

"Forget about the comment. I wasn't aware that Hidan knew what whispering was." Sasori dryly remarked.

"Did any of you catch that Hidan didn't cuss, un? Not even once?!"

It took an entire week for Hidan to get back to normal.

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