Genuine Domestic Basis -
[prompted by @hatershunter ]
It was a fine morning in Ame, where the rain had softened to a misty drizzle and the sunlight poured through in patchy spots. Ame was a great spot for rainbows on mornings like this – all the water and the metal were very reflective, and the air was full of colour. And there Hidan was, up with the sun and just finished his morning prayers, ready for breakfast and quietly minding his own business.
…Admittedly this was a pretty suspect start to any day, especially if Hidan was the one telling the story.
Hidan was not a reticent or introverted person, and the business he minded was rarely just his own; it was Kakuzu’s, at least, and most of the others’, when they were around. When he wasn’t picking fights, he was usually offering suggestions as to how they might better recommend their souls to the god of suffering, which didn’t really endear him to anyone.
Nevertheless, Hidan actually was minding his own business. He was sitting in the broad common room, eating his breakfast and watching Sasori shove Deidara down the stairs and across the room toward their large, messy communal kitchen, bickering all the way.
“You’ve had hours to sleep–”
“Two. I’ve had two hours. I need nine.”