Hidan did his normal routine before school: get up, get dressed, brush teeth and walk to that hell-hole.

He trudged downstairs and met with his father getting ready for work. "Hey, Dad, how was your night?" he asked, showing off his toothy grin.

"Can't talk right now, Hidan." His father tightened his tie and quickly made his way out the door.

Hidan grabbed his bag and looked up at the ticking clock. His father usually drove to work around nine o'clock, but if he ever met with Hidan in the morning, he'd make up an excuse and rush out.

"Fuck you too," Hidan muttered and turned to leave.

Since his house was miles away from school, he would ride the train every morning. He stepped onto the passenger car and took his usual spot. As the train's whistle sounded, he was given glaring looks from an elderly woman sitting across from him.

"The fuck are you looking at, you old bitch?" he said bizarrely casual.

The old woman huffed and puffed at the disrespectful behavior while other passengers shook their heads in disapproval. Hidan didn't give two shits what strangers thought of him - they would forget about him by the end of the day anyway.

As the train slowed to its scheduled stop, Hidan looked back at the stoney, old eyes that glared at him. He flipped his middle finger up in the air. "Take a picture, hag - it'll last longer." He laughed loudly and jumped down to the pavement.

"Now, when the eyes focus on objects far away, the pupil dilates. When the eyes focus on objects relatively close, the pupil does the opposite." Shiho-sensei began drawing an illustration of an eye on the board.

Hidan held his chin in his hand and continued to doodle on his notebook paper. He drew sloppy monsters terrorizing a small town with fire exploding from their mouths and little stick figures running away. He did this every school day and, if you looked through the pages of his notebook, you'd be surprised by all the graphic pictures - from naked women to decapitation - that's what lay hidden inside.

It wasn't because he was disturbed or a serial killer in the making, he always drew this way ever since pre-school. One day, when they had drawing time, Hidan was sent to the office due to his terrifying art. But that was a long time ago and he's rarely sent to the principal's office now and it's only done because of his foul mouth.

After the boring lecture from the substitute, the bell rang loudly and he lifted his bag off of the floor. "Fuck yeah! Lunch time!" he cheered.

Since the Cultural Festival and everyone's confession, Hidan was ready to win over Cherry-chan and lunchtime was a gigantic opportunity to help him win her over. He raced out the door, bento in hand, and waited patiently by Sakura's homeroom. He smiled as she walked out and tapped her shoulder.

Sakura twirled around and smiled back at Hidan. "Hey, Hidan-kun. Are you going to walk with me to the room?"

"Fuck yeah! That's exactly what I was going to do, Cherry-chan!"

Sakura was confused by the immense attention she was receiving from the boys lately. Itachi was found waiting on her doorstep this morning and stated he'd walk with her every morning. Deidara was dishing out compliments as if they were necessary for living and Kisame carried her books to her classroom.

As they reached their hang-out, Hidan scurried over to the door and opened it for the young lady. "Here you go, Cherry-chan."

"Thanks, Hidan-kun," she said happily.

When she entered, it was as if her foot stepped on a pressure-release trap. As soon as the boys caught sight of her, they immediately greeted her with warm welcomes and smiles.

It made her feel good.

Hidan took a seat next to her and opened his lunch. "Fuck! Why the hell did she put shitty vegetables in my lunch?! This is fuckin' great!" he yelled.

Kakuzu raised his chopsticks. "Calm down, Hidan."

"Yeah, can you stop cussing so much? It really dampens the mood," Deidara added.

He stood up with his lunch and reached for the door. "I'm going to throw this shit away. No-one take my spot or I'll kill you!"

The door slid closed and Hidan could hear his friends speak. "That mouth of his is so frustrating!" Deidara complained.

"And cussing so much isn't showing such a respectful image of the Student Council," Kisame noted, taking a bite of his sashimi.

Itachi sipped down his soda. "There's nothing we can do about it. Trying to stop him will only make it worse."

Sasori nodded. "It's not even that. He can't even control himself. He couldn't last a week without cursing."

Deidara laughed. "A week?! Sasori, he couldn't last a day without cussing!"

Hidan had had enough. He slammed the door open, startling his friends, and yelled loudly. "I can go a day without cussing, you fuckers!"

Kakuzu smirked. "Then prove it, Hidan."

Hidan frowned. "How?"

"Go a day without cussing and we'll believe you have some self-control," Kakuzu replied.

Hidan searched around the room and ended his gaze at Sakura. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "You do cuss quite a bit, Hidan-kun."

"Fine! I'll do your stupid, little bet! But if I win, I get to take Cherry-chan out to dinner!" he demanded.

The boys felt a bullet push through their hearts. The chances of Hidan winning the bet were fairly slim, but if a miracle occurred and he won... He'd have a higher chance of Sakura choosing him!

Itachi stood up and reached out his hand. "Since tomorrow's a half-day of school, we'll start then."

Hidan grabbed hold of his hand and smirked. "Yeah! You'll regret shakin' my hand though!"

"Why am I always centered around your bets?" Sakura griped.

Hidan readied himself for school. He could hear his mother and father fighting in the next room over, but it was all too normal to worry about. He packed his lunch and opened the door.

"Hello, Hidan," Kakuzu greeted with no expression.

Clearly frightened, Hidan fell backwards with a scream escaping from his lips. "What? Kakuzu?!"

"I want to make sure to watch you on your way to school. You know, if you curse or anything," Kakuzu said, helping him up.

Hidan rolled his eyes and shoved his club member out of the way. Kakuzu followed him to the train station and stepped onto the passenger car. Hidan took his seat while Kakuzu stood near the door.

"Why are you standing?" Hidan asked, annoyed that he had to have a babysitter.

Kakuzu crossed his arms. "I always stand up when I'm on the train. I save seats for the elderly or others that need it."

"Well, aren't you just a sweetheart!" Hidan crowed with a sour tone.

The same elderly woman from yesterday climbed onto the train and stood up, holding onto one of the stanchions. She glared at Hidan and turned away after their eyes met.

"I guess she does remembers yesterday," Hidan thought to himself. As the train started, Hidan stood up from his seat and barely touched the old woman on the shoulder.

"You can take my seat," he mumbled.

The woman remained standing for a few seconds, then slowly made her way to his seat. "Thank you, young man," she responded with a small smile.

Hidan held onto the bar and noticed Kakuzu smirking. He never liked showing his soft side in front of his friends and now Kakuzu has seen how kind he could be.

"Stop looking at me! People will get the wrong idea," Hidan muttered.

Kakuzu chuckled, "Just never knew how nice you can be. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Hidan and Kakuzu walked into the school and stacked their shoes in the cubby. "Well, you were rather lucky this morning, Hidan. Let's hope you can survive the rest of the school day," Kakuzu congratulated.

Hidan scoffed, "Oh, whatever! I can go a half-day of school without cussing. We don't have a long lunch so it will be even easier!" The only thing he really worried about was after school - that's when they'll try their hardest to make him crack.

He wasn't that stupid; he knew they had some sort of plan to overwhelm him and cause him to cuss.

But what was it?!

Deciding to brush those thoughts away, Hidan began to plan his date with Sakura. If he won, he would take her to a nice restaurant and have her choose whatever she liked - that was the polite thing to do. He wasn't like Kakuzu, he didn't mind spending that much money; especially if it meant winning over Sakura in a way. The bell rang for the final time, and since Hayate-sensei was sick again, the substitute released them from the educating prison.

Itachi stood next to Hidan. "Hey, the group has decided we should hang out at the park today. We can play basketball too," Itachi stated.

"Yeah, that'll be fff-" Hidan covered his mouth as the curse word almost slipped out.

Itachi cupped his hand around his ear. "I'm sorry, what was that?" He had a sly smile crawling over his face.

Hidan relaxed. "That'll be fun, Itachi. I'll meet you there."

Itachi was disappointed. "Damn, I almost had him. I really didn't want to have to do this, but I have no choice." He walked out of his classroom to speak with someone that could possibly save the group from Hidan winning Sakura's heart.

Hidan opened the door to his home and met with the hard eyes of his father. "Excuse me, Hidan," his father said, squeezing passed him and opening his car's door.

"Bye, Dad," Hidan waved. His father ignored him and drove off to an unknown destination.

Hidan went inside and pulled out an old shirt and a pair of shorts from the dryer. He was excited to play basketball with his friends and hurried to pull off his school clothes. When he finished getting dressed, he raced off to the park, ready to beat everyone and show off his skills to Sakura.

He reached the basketball court and was shocked to see Tobi running around the group. Itachi noticed his appalled expression and motioned him over to explain.

"We brought Tobi so we could have an even team. Now, the two captains will be myself and Kisame." The other boys lined up.

"Wait, who else is playing?" Hidan asked.

Sakura threw the basketball to Hidan and laughed. "I'm going to be playing! I'm pretty good at shooting hoops too!"

Hidan handed the basketball to Itachi and stood in line with the others. Itachi cleared his throat, "Normal rules like we always play. Tobi, the rules are pretty simple, so I'm sure you'll be able to follow them. I'll go first..." He looked through the line and settled on his first choice.

"Sakura-chan." He threw the ball to her and the freshman smiled.

Kisame rolled his eyes as she passed it to him. It was an obvious choice, so he was going to go with a skilled player. "Kakuzu."

Damn.

Kakuzu was the best player in their group and now Itachi needed to pick someone. Hidan was the most skilled due to his agility and long-range shots, but they made a deal to pick him last to raise his anger. "Sasori," Itachi called. He may not be very fast, but he makes a lot of baskets.

"Deidara." What Itachi didn't know was Deidara's skill with flexibility and he could quickly slide through his opponents, it was luck he picked Sasori.

Itachi had received the short straw, but he did choose Sakura over Kakuzu, so it wasn't that much of a loss. "Tobi," he said, throwing the ball to him. Tobi missed the ball and watched as it bounced away.

"I really wish I had Hidan now," Itachi thought.

Hidan was in complete shock and denial. "You picked him over me?! That's ridiculous! He doesn't even play and he couldn't even catch the ball! You're all a bunch fu-" He turned to Sakura and realized that it was just another trick to cause him to lose.

"You're all a bunch of fools. And I'm definitely not gonna' let you win!" He turned back to Sakura and showed off his confident smile.

"Which do you prefer, Cherry-chan? Steak or pork?"

Sakura smiled. "I love steak!"

"Okay, then I'll order that for you tomorrow when we go on our date!" he boasted.

Itachi bounced the ball against the asphalt. "Not if you lose, Hidan," he taunted.

Hidan walked over to Kisame and stood in his position. "That's not gonna happen, Uchiha! Now, let's play!"

The game continued into the evening and Kisame's team won by a vast amount of points. Itachi would often have to order Sasori to do his job and had zero control of Tobi's antics.

"Well, we won, Itachi-kun. Good game." Kisame shook his friend's hand and each member sat down to rest.

Tobi continued to run around. "Tobi-chan is having fun! Tobi-chan knew he would do amazing during the basketball game! Does Itachi-senpai want to make Tobi-chan a member now?" He bounced up and down in front of the Uchiha.

Itachi frowned. "No, Tobi, I will not make you a member. I simply asked you to join us in a game of basketball."

"And why are you still wearing that mask? Take it off!" Deidara tried to pull it away, but Tobi scampered behind Sakura.

"No, this is Tobi-chan's mask! The Art Club boy said I could keep it for as long as I wanted to!" He pulled up his mask slightly and sniffed Sakura's hair.

"Mmm, Sakura-chan's hair smells so good!"

Jealousy ran through their veins as he continued to inhale her smell. Itachi held up the basketball and threw it at the boy. Tobi fell backwards and landed on the asphalt.

"Your services are no longer needed, Tobi. Now, please leave before I do something I shouldn't," Itachi stated coldly.

Tobi stood up and ran out of the park with his arms flailing wildly.

"He's so strange," Sakura said, watching him run off.

Hidan turned on his phone and checked the time. "Ha! It's almost eight o'clock, guys! Looks like I win and you all lose!"

He grabbed Sakura and pulled her next to him. "Cherry-chan and I will surely enjoy our day without you all!"

Itachi walked over and presented his hand. "I've got to admit, Hidan... You proved me wrong today. You do have self-control and, I hate to say it, but enjoy your time with Sakura-chan."

Hidan couldn't believe his ears. Itachi Uchiha complimenting him?! He grabbed his hand and shook it roughly. "Thanks! And you guys almost got me a few times during the game too! So, I guess we both did pretty okay!"

An annoying beep echoed from his phone and the boy read a new text message. "I've got to go guys. I'll see you at school since I'll be busy tomorrow!" He laughed and jogged to the train station.

Sakura smiled. "I've got to go too. I had fun playing basketball, hopefully we can do it again."

They waved goodbye to the pinkette and Kisame turned to Itachi. "Did you really mean what you said to Hidan?"

"Hell no, Kisame-kun. I wanted to beat my head against the wall and shove the lucky bastard down a sewer drain."

Hidan alerted Sakura to the time of their special day and readied himself. His clean, button-up shirt and ironed pants grabbed his parents' attention.

"Where the fuck are you going?" his mother asked.

Hidan couldn't contain his happiness. "I'm going on a date today and I want to look my best!"

His father, hearing the conversation, pulled his phone away from his face. "Wow, you didn't curse and you've got a date?"

Hidan was surprised. "Yeah, I really like her a lot."

"Hear that, Hima? He can go longer without cussing than you can," his father sneered.

"Fuck you, Yumaru," she responded.

Yumaru turned to his son and smiled. "Have fun, Hidan."

Hidan stepped into his shoes. "I will. Thanks, Dad! I'll see you later!" He made his way out the door with a smile on his face. For the first time in years, his dad finally acknowledged him.

"This is gonna be a good day!"

He pulled Sakura's seat out and gestured her to sit. Sakura laughed and sat down as the waitress handed them menus.

"I'll be right back to take your order," she said happily and rushed off to take care of another table.

Sakura looked through the menu. "This place is so expensive, Hidan-kun. Are you sure you want to take me here?"

He laughed at her fretful expression. "It's alright, Cherry-chan. If you don't choose something, I'll choose for you!"

During their meal, they exchanged small talk about school and the Sports Festival coming up. He knew his time was precious and tried his best to woo her. He would throw compliments to her and she would respond positively.

After they finished eating, Sakura realized he didn't utter a single curse word. "So, Hidan-kun, I was wondering something."

Hidan leaned forward in his chair. "Yeah?"

"Is this whole non-cussing thing a permanent thing or will you be back to your old self tomorrow?"

Hidan propped his elbows on the table and his face in his hands. "Not gonna lie, Cherry-chan. I probably will. But it's been really nice not getting offended looks from old hags and geezers. I even had someone talk to me that hasn't in a while because of it. I might just cut down a bit on the cursing, but not entirely because that's just how I am - it's what makes me... me."

Sakura smiled and nodded her head. "I like that, Hidan-kun. I'm very happy you won the bet."

Hidan blushed. "It was nothing, really. I just wanted to prove to them that I'm not some little, uncontrollable kid. And I also wanted to show you that I can be as mature as that Uchiha!"

The waitress walked by and placed the bill on the table. Hidan's jaw dropped as he read the full price.

"Sorry, if it's too much, Hidan-kun. While you went to the bathroom, I ordered two more steaks - I was really hungry," Sakura admitted.

Hidan knew she was hungry, but the bill he received was slightly higher than he expected. He pulled out his wallet and placed the money on top of the bill.

"It's okay, Cherry-chan. Nothing's too much when it comes to you and your strange appetite."

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