A pair of violet eyes widened in fear, his silver hair was stained crimson he leaned forward coughing up blood before closing his eyes in pain. Maybe if he played dead his father would go away, right? Maybe then he wouldn't have to deal with this shit anymore. "HIDAN!" It didn't work, nothing ever worked. For as long as he could remember, his father had sent him through absolute torture the minute he got home. Hidan was an only child and after his mother died when he was 5, his father wouldn't stop blaming Hidan for her death. Beatings, rape, and almost death would follow through out Hidan's life. He was only 14 and had lost all desire to live, there wasn't anything for the silver haired teen, his friends had abandoned him, his teachers laughed when he tried to tell them when he was 10, why should he bother ever again? His door was ripped off its hinges by his father, that demonic man smirked as he walked toward the pale teen, a bottle in his hand proved he'd been drinking. "Why look, the little bitch is trying to pretended he's dead, how sweet…" His words sent shivers down Hidan's spine as his father walked forward. Tears began to fall down his face as he felt his shirt being ripped off and a bottle connecting with his head. The bottle shattered on impact with his head as some shards cut his pale skin. "Stop!" He screamed, trying to get away from his fathers grip, the older man was stronger so it was completely useless.
Hidan's eyes opened in shock, why was he having those nightmares again? He thought they had ended when he left, why had they started again? He looked over his room, no, his father wasn't here, why did he feel like he was. He looked at Kakuzu who's snoring echoed throughout their shared room. Hidan gripped the necklace around his neck, his knuckles became white as he held the Jashin symbol tightly in his hand trying hard not to cry. It didn't work, he gritted his teeth as his tears began to fall, he dropped the symbol and rather hugged his body. Hidan's sobbing woke Kakuzu up, despite his loud snoring, he was really a very light sleeper. His green eyes looked over at Hidan who at present was crying harder than Kakuzu had ever seen. The elder didn't move, nor indicate in anyway that he had been awake; he rather rolled onto his side and tried to pretend he was asleep.
When Kakuzu awoke the next morning he noticed something was wrong, Hidan was missing and blood stained his bed. "What the?" He muttered, standing up and walking to Hidan's side of the room. A note scribbled on a torn and tattered sheet of paper, Kakuzu's blood ran cold when he read it. I'm leaving the Akatsuki, come after me, torture me, try to kill me, I won't mind. Hidan. "Fuck!" Kakuzu cursed, crunching the note and stuffing it in his pajama pants pocket. His wide eyes looked over the room, Hidan's scythe was propped up against the window, why would he leave that here? Kakuzu moved to the dresser, Hidan's forehead protector lay on the top of it. A single tear fell down his cheek.
Hidan looked up at the gray sky, a sky that in his opinion had never been blue. This, he could tell, wasn't going to be easy…