Hidan stopped in his tracks. Sitting unmoving for a few moments he burst into a loud, thick laughter.

HAHAH, so the puppet's gay!? Oh shit!!! HAhAHAH. Well i ceratnily fucking got you hard, not that im not the first man who's tried!! HAHAHA

Sasori inwardly cursed and rolled his eyes.

No, Hidan, the puppet isn't capable of being gay or straight

Mhm, so then what do you call yours then Sasori, Sir Branch or Mr. Twig?!! HAHAHA, i should ask deidara!!! HAHAH

He rolled his head back, only laughing harder.

Sasori blinked at looked back at the silver haired man. Was he suggestiong that the blonde brat and himself was in a relationship? He almost laughed at that thought.

He didn't bother to reply to Hidan's stupid conversation any longer and carried on walking.

Aw come on, did i ruffle your wires?

Hidan smacked him in the back of the head with the blunt end of his scythe, more jokingly then pain-inducing.

You know puppets are no fun, not joke-wise, though i can't really mention fun in the bedroom, once again ill have to ask deidara.

He cackled again.

Hadn't it been for the fact that they were in the middle of Konoha, Sasori would've torn Hidan into pieces and spread them all over the place so Kakuzu wouldn't bother to search.

He would have to do that sometime, wouldn't he? Yes, yes, that would be quite amusing.

Pfft, your no fun, that wooden brain of your ticking away, ill never understand you and you partner, when will wood and clay ever be more important then the work of a deity..?

With that Hidan sighed, calming down, and remained quiet, his look somewhat serene.

These puppets would be more usefull if we sell them. - said Kakuzu while reading some newspaper.

Like the one that just got smashed and shattered into little wood chips. Pft, your all just infidels, completely ignorant to prayer, and when the time of Jashin arrives, the ever-lasting won't last a minute.

He smiled somewhat smugly and looked out over the horizon, the hospital soon in sight.

Sasori glared at Kakuzu for a second before shifting it over to the silver haired man, We'll see.

Puppets don't worship gods do they sasori, least of all invalid heathens like you. The day of reckoning shall draw night, and the light of the sun shall wilt, and Jashin, god of gods, shall feast away at the soul in the stupid little wooden box of yours.

He did no look at Sasori while speaking, but simply gazed ahead, his eyes filled with horrific and bloody daydreams, and a smile on his face.

Sasori had lost the glare already at the beginning of Hidan's speech and was now staring blankly at one of his wrists, not hearing anything at all.

Bah!

He wacked him bluntly at the back of the puppet's head again.

Your hopeless.

His violent mood gone with thoughts of Jashin, he let his scythe drag against the ground, his mind on other things.

Sasori blinked. Hadn't it been for the fact that he stumbled slightly after the impact, he wouldn't have noticed that Hidan had touched him.

He glared lightly, but quickly let it go and turned back to the wrist.

I think I did something wrond when I put this one on...