She was there bleeding in the corner, her body bruised and broken in some places. Her heart racing and her tears long since fallen. Nothing remained of the crystalline drops except dry salt that adorned each check. Her clothes were dirty and shredded, her blouse draped from one shoulder. She looked in all honesty, pathetic. She knew this but didn't care. The door of the old shack opened and her captor walked in. His black cloak soaked with the blood of another. Blood, someone else's blood, the life blood that gave all things essence.

"Strange, where did that thought come from?"

She found herself staring at the little droplets that fell of the dark cloak and landing on the wooden planks of the small cabin. Staining the floor and captivating her with small noises accompanied by swirling red against oak wood. Little red drops were left behind and she wandered if he was a disease, where anything he touches bends and bleeds to the will he wishes.

"Soon it will be my blood that will stain this floor as well. Combining to prove traces of his encounter here. And wondering vaguely who is it that will come across her lacerated body caked with crimson accentuated by unseeing horrified eyes that--."

She shook the thought away as the sound of a wet thump met her ears. Looking over she noticed his cloak had been thrown on the old and broken cot laying in the opposite corner. Her eyes curiously connected with his. Sepia was met by amethyst and both remained silent, somewhere outside an owl hooted.

"Do they ever haunt you?"

It was spoken before the thought passed through the correct pathway in her mind. They watched each other before she quickly looked away in fear of his reaction. The sound of scraping filled the small cabin space. When she finally looked back he had pulled a chair, which surprisingly hadn't burned in the fire, up to sit about a foot away. He was hunched over, elbows on his knees, chin on his knuckles, looking directly at her.

"What the fuck is that? Some kind of riddle, or mind shit? Don't think just because you talk to me I'm going to have a change of heart and let you go becau--."

She laughed, it reverbrated off the walls. To her ears it sounded hollow. She looked back up too meet his eyes.

"No, no, nothing like that." She spoke slowly, quietly captivated by something other than swirling blood, his eyes. "I'm not trying to play with your head, and I wouldn't expect you to let me go."

Her eyes looked down and her voice grew quieter. She had a feeling he leaned in closer, must have been her imagination. "I wouldn't want you too." Their eyes met, he kept quiet but the question was lingering there. "I don't have anyone who will come find me or anything like that. They're all...dead." His mouth made an 'oh' and she thought she heard him say that he knows what that is like. "The people you kill...do their faces ever haunt you? I mean do you ever feel...I don't know, guilty afterwards?"

He laughed and coming from him it sounded maniacal, she decided right away she detested that sound.

"Hell no I'm doing them a favor!"

She perked up at that interesting tidbit of information.

"Favor? What kind of favor?" A smile crossed his lips, finally someone to talk to about his beliefs!

"The way I see it, people are hypocritical bastards. They say one thing and do another, oh yeah and don't forget people are sinners. By sacrificing them I can free them of their sins. So in all actuality I'm their savior saving them from corrupting themselves on the shit of this world. You know?"

She sat back and absorbed this information, a finger pressed to her lips and a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Well I guess that makes sense. Do you...I mean where do you think they go, after they...die?"

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "Beats the hell outta me I'm guessing it's heaven or whatever place that they believe in." She nodded her head showing she understood.

"Does it worry you?" A confused look collected on his face and she wondered if he understood her meaning. "Does it worry you...where your going...when you die?" She asked meekly hoping he wouldn't get angry. The puzzled look ceased and his face cracked into another grin as his disturbing laughter filled the cabin once more. "Uh is something wrong...I'm sorry I didn't mean--"

"No, shit no you see I'm immortal. I can't die."

A nervous smile came over her, "Oh okay I didn't know." She looked down twiddled her thumbs and asked the question that plagued her mind. "Well do you ever worry...that perhaps...everything you have done...and everything you believe in..was...was all for nothing?" When he was silent for several more minutes she chanced a glance up to his face, nothing. That was what she saw a blank expression no hint he even heard nor been affected by her words.

"I'm sor--." "No."

He had cut her off so sharply she was startled.

"No."

Looking up at him she noticed his eyes were intense a complete opposite of what she seen previously. "I don't fucking think so, god dammit everything I've done has been a waste! I can't believe it god dammit what will I have left if everything-- No it...shit! I can't believe that!"

He was up and pacing furiously trying with all his might to erase his doubt about basically his whole existence, she didn't like it when people got frantic, especially one with a particularly nasty looking scythe leaned up against the opposite wall.

"No!"

She was loud unlike the quiet voice she used when talking to him. He whirled around so fast, perhaps he forgot she was still sitting there. Desperation, doubt and worry clashed with a fierce intensity of justice. "What's your name?" He was startled he lost his composure, in front of a sacrifice none the less!

"It's Hidan."

Damn and now he was getting comfortable with her! Fuck let's invite her to Akatsuki headquarters and have tea! Shit while we're at it let's invite Tsunade and have a sake drinking contest!

"Hidan."

Coming out of his inner rant he noticed she held that look, he couldn't place it. She looked determined, for what? To prove something? Why? Then her lips curled into a smile, those cute little eyes and thin lips, her innocent demeanor. I wonder if she's ever been kissed? Gah! Slapping himself mentally he forced himself to focus on her determined eyes and rigid posture.

"Hidan, I think you're a saint. Your right people are hypocritical and I...I think there should be more people like you out there in the world." Her voice waned and she looked away, hoping he didn't see the comfort in her words.

"Now calm down, and sit back over here. Please." Her voice was quiet, and silently he obeyed. "I'm sorry I didn't mean too startl--"

"Naw fuck it I shouldn't have been a pansy and freak out like some damn genin over a scuffed headband." A slight smile came over her and a pink tint made itself apparent on her cheeks. After a prolonged silence she finally turned to him, smiling sweetly, all though unsurely.

"Where do you think we go...I mean where I will go when...when I...die?"

He watched her expression a slight fear and uncertainty resided there.

"Fuck if I'll ever know, I'm immortal. But I know damn sure it's a better place then this fucking world."

She looked up, uncertainty still there, another shrug. "Because every damn person I meet never wants too die but when the fuckers do die I don't see them coming back to complain about being dead. It's just about getting dead that bothers people. The unknown scares people so naturally the dumbasses fear it, avoid it. Fucking pansies, the lot of 'em."

She nodded of all the people she met nobody even admitted something that made more sense then this man. Her murderer, her bringer of death, yet she couldn't loathe this man. He was doing what he believes in his heart too be right, and she respected him for it.

"Thank you."

Her eyes were looking through the crack above the door, where the sunlight breached. She was smiling again he noticed, he couldn't fathom the last time anybody ever took the time to talk to him let alone smile at him, and he respected her for that.

"Hidan."

She caught his eyes with her own and her smile grew. "If it's possible...do you...do you want me to come back and...tell you what heaven is like...for you?" All he could do was nod and she giggled. "Could you imagine that? Me asking God to visit you." A genuine smile crossed his features as he thought of the coincidence, he her murderer whom she wishes to see again.

"He'll probably laugh, then again everyone thinks he's so damn understanding." That comment earned him another giggle.

"I'll come down with wings and dance around in the snow--"

"Wait snow?"

He looked over at her smile still in place on both their lips.

"Yeah snow! Because it's more magical to see an angel when it's snowing." She said sticking her finger up as if to prove a point. He didn't comment back merely mumbled, "Fucking magical." She looked over at him her eyes nervously watching him, "Hidan..." When she caught his attention she looked over to the door.

"Can you...um...open the door?" He looked from her to the door and tilted his head to the side in question. "I like the sunrise. I think...I think it's beautiful." He scoffed at her but obliged none the less kicking the door clear off the hinges before stepping back and-- "It's beautiful isn't it? I like too think the sky is God's canvas and he loves to paint every color for people who admire simple beauty."

He nodded not knowing what to say to a remark like that. His arm resting on the door frame watching the reds and yellows blending simultaneously in the horizon. Yes it was beautiful but he would never admit it for fear of sounding girly or worse--soft. Just at that moment his ring glowed, it was the leader. A few more minutes of standing mesmerized he finally straightened.

"It's time."

She remained mute but they both knew without another word what would come. He turned to face her, bathed already in the orange and red, looking in the corner purposefully keeping her eyes away from the scythe on the opposite side of the little cabin. To say the least, the sunrise was not the only beautiful thing his eyes were laid upon. Silently he removed the chair out from the symbol he had drawn in blood earlier on the cabin floor.

Just as quietly she crawled into the symbol as he retrieved his scythe. As he came back over he kneeled next to the girl. He didn't stop her from closing her eyes and placing her hands in a praying motion.

"God forgive me, I am a sinner. Forgive me for everything I did and everything I didn't do. Forgive me God. Amen."

She was shaking as she laid down, the top of her head lying over the top of the triangle's point. He lifted his scythe and--

"What's your name?"

She looked to his eyes and smiled slightly, her eyes glistened and shown red in the sun.

"It's Mya."

He nodded logging her name away for future reference.

"I'm going to be out in the goddam snow, waiting for your visit. So you better not fucking stand me up you got that?"

Her smile grew and she nodded, he laid the scythe over her heart and she shivered despite it being warm. He pressed down to--

"Wait."

Her voice was calm and that smile was still there. He met her eyes his own showing annoyance.

"Am I...am I still a sinner..if I...kiss you...on your cheek?"

He looked stunned for a moment then shook his head and removed his scythe. Slowly she pushed herself half upright, and just as slowly pressed her cold lips to his warm cheek. She laid back down her blush was back a new. Her hand covered the tip of his scythe and moved it back over her heart. She smiled again, her other hand to rest rather comfortably on her stomach.

"Thank you, for not shunning me. For not looking at me with hate in your eyes. Or ignoring me like I'm weak and ignorant. Thank you Hidan for understanding and talking to me. I'll try and come back, I promise I'll try."

Her eyes were glistening but her smile only grew.

"Thank you."

At the sound of his voice, her hand released the scythe and laid to rest on the other. She laid her head back down and took a deep breathe. When her eyes closed the only sound in the cabin was metal piercing wood. Then nothing but silence remained. A few more minutes passed as a lone figure stepped out of the hut. A discernible weapon slung over one shoulder, a dark cloak draped over the other.

The figure walked out of the rest of the village. When it came to stand on a hill overlooking the collection of houses, the figure's eyes landed on a specific house which appeared to have it's door kicked off the hinges. Hidan thought of memorial words on a cross, angels in the snow and the face of a simple beauty with a single tear and upturned lips.

In that moment Hidan thought that yes...sometimes...he does feel guilty.