Eita's POV

The next few days, I helped Itachi get better and treat his wounds. This is stupid on my part because the moment he's feeling better, he's just gonna take advantage of me. 

Itachi fell asleep after I changed the bandages on his body, so I left his room to rest. "You've been awfully nice to him lately." Kakuzu mentioned. I didn't reply as I threw away the old bandages. "It's like Kisame said; Itachi finally has him on a leash." Hidan joked.

"And it looks like Kakuzu has you on one, too." I said. "What was that, you little punk?" Hidan frowned. "You heard me. What, have you finally gone deaf from all the screaming you do from your obnoxious rituals?" I said. 

Hidan tackled me to the ground and began choking while screaming, "You're dead, you little shit!"

"Get the fuck off me!" I yelled. "Hidan, stop!" Kakuzu pulled him away while Kisame helped me to my feet. "10 in the morning, and you guys are already starting a fight." Kisame said. "That little fucker was asking for it!" Hidan snapped. 

'And Itachi tells me to be the bigger man.' I thought with a sweat drop. I got out of Itachi's hold and walked to Sasori's room. I entered the room without knocking and found him at his desk, working on another puppet of his. 

"I didn't say you could come in, brat." He said, annoyed. "Here," I walked over to his desk and set some new paint by him. Sasori glanced over at it, then went back to working on his puppet. "What's the occasion?" He asked.

"Just a small 'thank you' for letting me borrow your paint." I answered. "You didn't have to do that." Sasori replied. "I know, but I just felt like it," I said. "I'll let you get back to your work." 

I left his room while closing the door behind me, then went to my own rom. Once I was there, I flopped down on my bed. "You've been acting nice lately. It's creepy." Inari mentioned. "Why the sudden change in attitude?"

"Don't know. Going back to sleep now." I replied in a mumble before closing my eyes. 

(Time skip)

"Now you've asked for it, you little shit!"

Hidan punched me in the face, causing me to bump into a wall. I gasped when my back roughly hit the wall. Before I could slide my back down the wall, Hidan grabbed my hair and smashed the back of my head against the wall. 

"You've fucking crossed the line this time, Shingeru!" Hidan snapped. I coughed a couple of times before looking at him with a smirk.

"Has anyone told you, you hit like a bitch?" I said with a smirk. Hidan glared at me before punching me in the stomach, then throwing me on the floor.

He kicked me hard in the stomach, which made me roll across the ground until I came to a stop. Now you guys are probably wondering: What the hell did Eita do to get Hidan so mad and beat the shit out of him? Well, I don't think what I did was that bad.

All I did was insult his "precious" Lord Jashin and say he didn't exist, that it was all in Hidan's head. I guess he's really sensitive about the whole subject.

"You still hit like a bitch. A two-year-old could hit harder than you. To get all sensitive and angry about me insulting some stupid God that doesn't exist, you must be a little bitch." I said. Blood ran down my chin as I smirked again.

"I'll show you who's the bitch!" Hidan grabbed me by my hair and yanked to my feet.

He dragged me down the hall until we entered his room. He threw me to the floor, then straddled my waist. "You say I'm the bitch, right?! Well, let's see who screams like one!" Hidan yelled. I cried out in pain when he drove a kunai knife threw my hand.

He did the same to my other hand with another kunai knife, pinning me to the ground. "Who's the little bitch now, Eita?" Hidan smirked. "You." I answered. He frowned at me and grabbed under my face.

"You've got quite the fucking mouth on you, you know that? Everyone in the base are pretty fed up with your shitty attitude," He took out another knife and gently traced the blade across my cheek.

"How about I do the whole base a favor and just cut out that tongue of yours?" He suggested. 

I gritted my teeth when Hidan made a small cut on my neck. The pain in my hands had gone numb and my cheek was starting to burn, along with my neck until... something happened.

Hidan's POV

As I was about to cut Eita's neck again, something in his eye changed. It wasn't purple anymore. It had turned a reddish pink color. Great, is he gonna get all angry and have that Tailed Beast take control of him? Well, I guess I'll be okay with that.

I need to let off some steam and this little shit deserves what's coming to him.I cut open his shirt with the kunai knife and made a small cut on his chest. I was expecting Eita to cry out, but I got a whole different reaction when he let out a small moan of pleasure.

'What the hell? Did I just hear this piece of shit moan?' I thought. I made another cut near his abdomen just to test something out. Eita flinched, then let out another moan. "What the fuck?" I mumbled. I grabbed under Eita's face again to examine him.

There was a tint of pink on his cheeks as he panted softly. "No way... This little fucker's a masochist." I mumbled in realization. Has he always been like this? "More..." Eita spoke. "Hurt me more... Please keep stabbing me, Hidan... Master..."

'This is fucking insane. I can't believe he's a masochist. When the fuck did this happen?' I thought before smirking. Oh, this gives me an idea. "Hey, Eita. How about you and I have some fun together?" I suggested, the smirk not leaving my face.

He looked at me in a daze as if he didn't hear me. "Fun?" He repeated. "What kind of fun, Master? Does it involve pain?"

"Yep. The best pain." I said, smirking again. I cut near his abdomen again and he tilted his head back with a moan. "Yes, keep hurting me more. I love it, Master." Eita said with a lustful look on his face. "Master?" I repeated. 'He said that the first time, too.'

I blinked in surprise, then smirked. "Yeah, that's right. I'm your master, Eita. That means you do whatever I say. Understand?" I said, in which he nodded his head. I sat up so I was no longer leaning over Eita and yanked the kunai knives out of his hands, earning another moan from him.

"You know, you kind of look like a woman." I mentioned. "I'll be whoever you want me to be, Master. Just please hurt me some more." Eita said.

"Yeah, and don't forget, you'll also do what I say. And because you love the pain so much, I think I'll go ahead an give you what you want..." I said, taking the kunai knife I had yanked out of his hand. But before I could do anything...

"Hidan."

I looked towards the door and cursed under my breath when I found Itachi standing by the doorway. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked, emotionlessly. "Just teaching Eita here a lesson." I said. 

"Lesson?"

"The fucker's getting what he deserves. He's practically begging for it. Literally."

"What are you talking about?"

"Our little friend, Eita, is a masochist. Bigger than me, probably." 

"Eita, a masochist? I doubt that." Itachi stared at me, unamused. 

"It's true! Here, I'll show ya!"

I turned my attention towards Eita and got off him, standing to my feet. Eita sat up on his knees and I handed him the knife. I didn't even have to tell him what to do as he immediately took the knife and began cutting into his wrist.

A lustful grin appeared on his face as the blood oozed from the cut. "How does it feel, Eita?" I asked, containing my laugh. "It feels wonderful, Master." He replied as he continued to cut into his wrist. The laugh I was containing finally came out as I held my stomach.

"Oh, this is too good! We definitely gotta show this to the other members!" I said. "No, let's not." Itachi said as he made his way over to Eita. He took the knife from him, causing Eita to look at Itachi. 

This time, Eita looked dazed, exhausted, and was panting a bit. "Give it to me... I want it... I want pain..." He begged, pitifully. He grabbed onto the front of Itachi's cloak and started tugging on it again, only making me laugh harder. 

"Oh, come on! Are you telling me you don't want him to act like this in front of everyone? This is gold right here!" I said, laughing. "It isn't right. Eita would be humiliated." Itachi explained as he held Eita in his arms.

"So, what?! And when did you give a fucking rat's ass about this punk?!" I yelled. He didn't answer as he looked at Eita. "Hidan, what did you do to him? His face is all red." Itachi said. 

"Nothing. He's just in heat," I explained. "We just gotta give him what he wants and he'll be fine."

"Why are his hands all bloody?"

"Okay, that might've been me."

He shot me a frown. "What?! That little fucker had it coming to him! How dare he insult the great and powerful Jashin! Whoever insults Lord Jashin will feel my wrath!" I defended. Itachi only sighed in response, then picked up Eita in his arms.

"I'm taking him to his room to get him treated." He said before leaving. "Tch. Damn, worrywart. I really wish I had a chance to beat up Eita a bit more." I mumbled, somewhat sulking.