Hidan was buried screaming.
The lights went out, and he was left alone with just his thoughts and limbs and soon enough he started to scream curses at the world. That's what he told himself, he was goddamn pissed off that those self-righteous Leaf-nin got the last fucking laugh.
Lit the fuse, blew him up, buried him like the cowards they were.
If someone heard him, wandered down the wrong path in the forest, and dug him up. Well that would just be a bonus.
/
When he runs out of swear words, he makes up new ones. He makes it to 32 new combinations when he falls silent again.
Then he begins to pray to Jashin-sama, as much as he can as a head top a pile of limbs. He promises vengeance, he promises virgins, he promises to hunt those Leaf bastards down and bury them piece by piece.
One might be worth a proper sacrifice.
He might even make the others watch.
/
Days become weeks become months. Hidan runs out of words and time and sometimes he screams because the silence is driving him insane.
That's when he realizes he's dying.
To feel your body decomposing was not a pleasant experience, but Hidan had never cared about pain. Pain was his body telling him that he was alive, immortal, loved by his God and loving his God in return.
No, Hidan knew that if he was dying, it meant he had lost favor. It meant that even after all his suffering, his work, his sacrifices, Jashin wasn't sending anyone.
Hell, the Akatsuki hadn't even sent anyone.
There would be no paradise, there would be no reward.
/
Please, he prayed. He begged only for his God. Please.
Words had abandoned him, too.
When was the last time he'd seen the sun?
Please.
There was no response,
And Hidan died screaming.