Okay, this is a random one shot that spawned after reading some poetry about hidan. Warning: contains death and my poetry …*shudders*.
He danced and twirled
He spun and sang
So filled with joy
That the metallic tang
Of blood that lay on the floor all around
Neither bothered nor hindered him in his dancing
It only served to make his dance more entrancing
The blood, guts and bodies lay strewn on the floor
There was no corner that was not coated in gore
All the bodies of people
All the familiar faces
All these meaningless sacrifices, gore, gore, gore
But still his dear Jashin wanted lots more!
So he swung his scythe
Sacrificing these people
Till there was no life
Their attempts to escape had truly been feeble
That night Hidan danced
Wild and free
Slaughtering the people of Yugakure
Jashin had condemned them to hell, that was easy to see
But had it been a bit much to murder papa and mummy?
No, they did not see the teachings of Lord Jashin-sama
But then he remembered that small child he'd killed,
It had had screamed 'Mama!'
Before it's eyes had gone glassy and it was just another head.
That night Hidan danced; a dance of pure death
Leaving destruction and carnage, as required of his faith
He was graceful and elegant
With death in his eyes
That night Hidan danced
His dance of death.
Okay…erm, reviews would be nice?
…Please don't kill me. I know I suck at poems, but give me credit. It was very hard thinking up a way to make 'sama' rhyme D:
Flames with be used to light the fire in my house to keep me warm.