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The darkness was crushing. Suffocating. Boring. He wanted out. He wanted to stretch bis legs. He wanted to kill. He wanted to do a ritual before Jashin decided he had outlived his usefullness.
Strangely enough, for a guy obsessed with making money and who knew tagteaming was their best weapon, Kakuze sure was taking his sweet time to rescue Hidan. Hidan had forgotten what time of day it was when he was trapped but he had long lost track of time anyway. He had dozed off a dozen times so it could have been days. He was starting to get hungry to, but thanks to his ability, that could mean he had hours or years left before he died or starvation.
Suddenly, the dirt above him shifted, producing a loud grinding roar. It happened again. Then, the roar began again, this time continuous but quieter. Something began to wrap around his pieces, and pull them out and Hidan grinned.
About fucking time, Hidan thought.
Finally his head was pulled from the ground, allowing him to see Kakuzu using his cords individually as tentacles, a new trick. Hidan's head was stitched back knto his reconstructed body, which looked similar to Kakuzu's own now, minus the chords extending from Kakuzu's back.
"You've gotten better," Hidan smirked. "Never seen you use them like that before. What took you so long? And you'd better have a good reason Kakuzu."
"You should watch your tone," Kakuzu stated, voice as emotionless as his completely red eyes.
"Say what!?" Hidan spat.
"You are a truly annoying creature," Kakuzu continued. "You do that which you are commanded but you are obsessed with pain and killing now. It is entertaining, that is true, but it means that I have to ensure my gift to you does not wear out. Normally that's not a problem, but now you have found the one enemy that may be a problem. Both to my future bost and to my plans."
"What the hell are you rambling about now Kakuzu?" Hidan demanded, pulling his spear from the rubble beside himself.
"You and I are going to destroy Konohagakure," Kakuzu said simply. "Oh, and I'm not Kakuzu."
He raised his hand and cords wou d and wove themselves together, forming a pitch black, three-bladed scythe with a skull at the base of each blade and a massive braid of cords leaving the base and extending into a point in his back, as Hidan had carried his. Then, Kakuzu swung the weapon, slamming the blades into the ground and shattering it, throwing Hidan back.
As the dust settled, Hidan looked up at Kakuzu and only now understood.
"Lord Jashin," Hidan breathed, awestruck.
"Go get your scythe Hidan," Jashin ordered. "It is time this world was reminded of my power."
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