Hey, Giggles here. This is my first uploaded story, but don't let that scare you away!
Mostly I started writing this because I was a little bored and started browsing for something to read on here. Has anyone else realized that there are hardly ANY good Hidan fanfictions? Sure there is always the HidanXKakuzu lemonfest available. And he is respresented as an awesome side character in a lot of good fics. But I found it really difficult to find a good Hidan centered story. So of course... I had to start writing one, right?
I absolutely love feedback, good or bad, so please review! And I hope you enjoy!
The dice left his fingers and it would be only moments before they rolled onto the green felt table and decided her fate. Sachi attempted to swallow the bad taste in her mouth and ran a nervous hand through her stringy, honey brown hair. She instantly regretted the action since it reminded her of how filthy it was- it'd been at least three weeks since she'd had the chance to wash it with soap. Hiroshi stood close behind her chair, successfully trapping her in the seat. Unblinking, she bit her lip self-consciously as she watched the dice hit. "Oh no, no no," her lips formed the word, but none of the others could hear it.
"Tough luck, luv," Taro, her oponent, shrugged as it became clear who would win.
"No…" Again, she made no sound as panic began to seep in. "Shit!" Her head shook from side to side as the numbers registered in her thoughts.
There were five others clustered around the table, all smirking. She glanced desperately around the crowded tavern. There was no one without a cup in their hand, and if it was empty they were trying to get to the bar to fill it. She only met the backs of people's heads, only seeing hair. Every color seemed to be represented, ranging from bright green to almost white. She couldn't catch anyone's eye. They all laughed and slurred and drank. But not one paid attention to the table in the corner. The table that was quiet now except for muffled chuckling from the men and the sound of her gulping. Their ringleader, Hiroshi, breathed down her neck. "I believe you lost."
Sachi froze in her seat, but the odds! They'd been in her favor! That'd been her only reason for agreeing-
A dagger thunked into the felt covered table before her, startling the poor woman from her daze. "Sachi-tan," his voice was sickly sweet in her ear, his breath raised the hairs on the back of her neck. "I'm going to be very upset if you've lied to me…"
"O-of course not, Hiroshi-sama-" her stammerings cut off as she watched his knuckles clench around the handle threateningly.
"You know she doesn't have it, stop playin' with 'er." Taro rolled his eyes as he retrieved the dice, as if to protect them from the action.
Hiroshi's grip on the knife tightened as he wrenched it from the table and pointed it at Taro. One of the others sniggered as Hiroshi hissed, "Don't you order me around."
Taro held up his hands in surrender, looking bored already.
"Now… where is my money?" Hiroshi's attention was directed at her once again.
Sachi shrunk in her seat, yelping as he turned the knife on her, its cool blade cuttining into her throat just barely. Under his knife, she was helpless- and he knew it. She swallowed, clenching the arms of her chair tightly. "Pray I like your answer, Sachi-taaan," Hiroshi cooed.
His hand, not holding the glistening blade, grabbed a handful of matted hair and yanked her head back. She flashed him a pained, desperate smile, feeling the thin trail of blood seep down her throat.
People in the pub had started to notice the girl's plight, giving the table a wide berth. Most did their best to pretend they didn't see it. Some whispered amongst themselves. But several watched from the bar with morbid curiosity. The bartender, Haru, meandered over slowly.
"Sachi-tan, let me ask one more time…" Hiroshi was too close, she could feel his breath against the shell of her ear. "Where is my fucking money?"
The blade pressed harder and a soft whimper escaped her lips. "I- I don't have it on me-" she hated how her voice squeaked. He sneered, tugging harder at her hair. Tears welled in her eyes at the sharp pain. Blinking them away shopelessly, she realized that this time he may actually kill her.
"You know I hate to hear that, Sachi."
Haru's heavy hand fell on Hiroshi's shoulder and she felt a glimmer of hope- only to have it ripped away. "Hiroshi-kun," he sighed, "You know I'd never stick my nose in your business, but if you're going to make a mess of 'er, take it out back. I'm not cleaning up after you again."
She gaped at him in horror.
"Look, you've already ruined my nice table." Haru gestured to the gash in the felt where Hiroshi's knife had just been. The bartender raised an expectant eyebrow at Sachi's tormentor.
Hiroshi's eyes flashed with frustration and he twisted his fist in her hair, earning a yelp. "Of course Haru, I'll respect your rules." Without hesitating, he jerked Sachi up out of the chair and lead her towards the door. She gasped at the pain, attempting to dig her heels into the wood floor. Her pathetic attempt at clawing off his hand had little effect as he dragged her out back. She shrieked as he tossed her forward up the few steps.
"Please- please I'll get you the money!" she held a shaking hand to comfort where he'd held her hair. It burned at the light contact. She scrambled up the steps and away from him.
"I'm gettin sick of hearin that, Sachi-tan." He followed at an even pace, towering over her menacingly.
"Somehow- please- I promise!" Tears flowed freely down her cheeks.
"That's what you said last time, the time before AND the time before that. Eventually, a man's just got to cut his losses."
"Don't do this!" she cowered, having eyes only for the knife in his hand. It reflected the dim light from the lantern above the stairs and glistened in the darkness. "Please! What would killing me earn you?"
"Bout the same as leavin you alive, sweetheart."
She made to stand, to run, to get out of the tight alley holding her prisoner; but he was already upon her. His large fist connected hard with the side of her face, knocking her back against the earth helplessly. Before she could move to defend herself, his boot caught her chest hard. An unmistakable cracking of ribs echoed through the alley. She curled, whimpering. He smirked, "Do you want me to take this slow," he crouched over her, "Or make it swift?"
She shook her head desperately, eyes trained on the blade. She held her arms out above her head protectively. This wasn't how she'd pictured her last moments.
He grabbed her chin roughly, earning a satisfying cry. The tender flesh was already swollen where he'd hit her. The flat of his blade found the pulsing, sensitive skin at her throat. "Slow then?"
The air left her lungs, No-!
The door to the pub swung open, shedding light on the broken girl and her executioner. In the doorway stood a tall, broad-chested man silhouetted brilliantly in front of the light. He ran a hand through his thick, platinum hair. "Uh- sorry ta interrupt. But shit have I got to piss!" he walked up the few steps and eyed the two drunkenly, "I'll be 'bout my business o're there-"
Sachi made a noise as he made to pass them, not expecting much from a man who'd laughed earlier.
He glanced over his shoulder with startlingly pale eyes. "Aw, shit, bitch! You don't expec' me to help ya?"
Her eyes widened at his coarseness and Hiroshi laughed loudly. "Well, an audience never hurt anyone…" the blade travelled down her throat and along her breastbone, leaving a thin trail of blood and cutting through the ragged blouse. She inhaled sharply at the pressure against her shattered ribcage. "Please?" she shouted lamely to the white haired man.
She'd bitten her lower lip and he watched with fascination as blood dripped from her mouth to the grimy granite beneath her.
Hiroshi frowned, twisting his foot on her hand so she cried out.
The drunk made a face before stumbling over. "What'd the fuck she do, anyways?" he glanced at her appraisingly. "Tiny lil skank like that ain't even worth offering up to the great Jashin-sama!"
She stared at him, praying it would be swifter now. Perhaps Hiroshi would just finish her off quickly to avoid a show instead-
Hiroshi frowned at the newcomer, obviously rethinking his opinion about the audience. "Owes me a fat load of cash." He slammed his boot into Sachi's chest, pinning her to the floor. White lights spotted her vision and she shrieked as he dug his heel in. "And I'm sick of waiting for it." He sneered with a particular malice meant only for her as she gasped for breath, weakly grabbing at his boot with her good hand.
The pain left her reeling, her vision spun and it was harder and harder to cling to consciousness. She knew she'd be gone if she lost it. The aching in her chest and hand swelled together rather than one out ruling the other and her jaw twinged as if trying to keep up. She strained for each shallow, uneasy breath.
White-haired guy laughed, the noise seeming to fill the space. "Ya'd get along fine with my sonofabitch partner. Money this, money that." He glanced down at Sachi, his interest apparent behind his clouded eyes. "If you hadn't fucking snapped her ribs, ya could've had the bitch work it off?"
Sachi winced as Hiroshi took his foot away.
"She doesn't work. And when she does, she gambles the money away. She's a loose cannon. A lost cause."
She smirked slightly at the truth to it, closing her eyes. When was the last time she'd had any real money to her name?
"How much does the bitch even owe ya?"
Hiroshi glanced down at Sachi and told the stranger. The drunk let loose a low whistle.
Another voice spoke. "We'll take her."
Sachi's eyes snapped open to stare at the newcomer. He stood at the top of the steps, almost level with the rest of them. The door shut behind him, taking most of the light with it. His face was shrouded in a dark mask and it was hard to tell much else besides that he was massive. Hiroshi's jaw hung slack and he shook his head slowly. Sachi made to sit up but failed miserably, flopping back against the hard surface. The air rushed from her lungs as she made contact. Her eyes jumped frantically from each man to the next.
The white haired man laughed, gesturing grandly, "My sonofabitch partner."
"Are you offering to buy her off me?" Hiroshi spoke slowly, cautiously.
"Well, with her debt, she belongs to you, does she not?" the darker man snapped.
Sachi clenched her jaw and winced, happy to be alive, but uncomfortable with where this was heading. She sucked in a breath, attempting to ignore the horrible throbbing of her chest.
"I feel inclined to teach her the value of money." His tone raised the hairs along her arms.
"Interesting offer…"
The white haired man chuckled as if he found the entire situation hilarious. Sachi found that if she lay perfectly flat on her back, the fire lessoned. Cradling her hand against her stomach, she tried to focus on the fact that she was still breathing, if only barely. Hiroshi nodded, "I accept. Although I do believe I'm getting the better end of it."
"Of course you do, money is money, after all. Although it appears you are almost as poor at managing it as this girl." said the cloaked man. He tossed a small pouch to Hiroshi. "I believe you'll find this to be enough."
She watched him sift through the coins in the bag, counting. Satisfied, he bowed to the two men. "It's been a pleasure doing business with the two of you, may you be rid of her quickly." He then sauntered past them, back down the short set of stairs and disappeared into the pub, muttering about shitty investments. Sachi swallowed as she felt relief flood her system.
"Bitch, you lucked out."
Her previous bliss evaporated as she gazed up hazily at the men. "Hidan," the cloaked one rasped, "Take care of the girl." He stalked out of the alley and into the street. She gasped.
"What the fuck Kakuzu- yer the one that fucking bought her!" the blonde shouted after him. He scowled down at her distastefully and took a step towards her. Mortified, Sachi made to move, but found herself coughing instead. The sudden movement sent shoots of pain racing through her entire body. She groaned and went limp. "Sonofabitch partner…" Hidan scooped her up and made to follow Kakuzu across the town. He groaned, "And I still have ta' piss like a muthafucker!"