(Authors Note: The Prologue here is the current events. The other chapters are most likely memories from both Hidan's and Kakuzu's past that lead up to this moment. Enjoy :D)
The clink of chains and dripping water echoed in the underground dwelling that held a silver haired man prisoner. This man, no zealot hung from blood stained shackles in the middle of the stone basement of the Jashinist Temple. At one time, the immortal would have called this place his true home, but with the recent events gnawing at his memories, he wished he was dead. If it wasn't for Kakuzu he would be free and slaying heathens unto his Lord, but now all was lost to him. Without the ability to stay in his Gods good graces, he was at the will of whoever held him.
"H….help me….Lord Ja….Jashin…"Hidan weakly croaked through his blood stained lips.
The immortals strength bled out from the various slashes and whip marks that marred his body from his fellow brother and sisters. In an attempt to free himself, Hidan tried to move, but was greeted with the biting pain of the shackles that strung him up. A wave of nausea engulfed him. It wasn't the scent of old blood that made him sick to his stomach; it was because he was sick and it was all Kakuzu's fault.
"It's time to please Jashin Sama again." A thick male voice spoke through the other side of the rotting wooden door that contained the immortal. "I hope you have said your prayers brother Hidan."
The word 'brother' drawled out of the unseen mans voice like venom. The sheer hatred behind those words made the Jashinist shiver. It was mere hours ago when he had survived his last beating. Now would be the only time he would have welcomed Kakuzu's help to save him, but alas his brothers and sisters lied to the miser and swore they would heal his ailment without his help. That is why he was strung up against his will, told he was a false lover of Jashin, and would lose his given immortality at their hands to someone who truly deserved it.
"Please….help…someone….please…"Hidan begged once again, fresh blood dripping from his cracked lips and down his chin.
He prayed for help for days, weeks, months….who knew how long. He couldn't remember how long he's been down here. All he knew is that if anyone was able to kill him, it was his own kind.
"You will pay for your insolence." The thick male voice snarled angrily as the man came into view. Holding Hidan's broken pendant by the tips of his fingers like a vile charm, the man glared at his with disgust while holding a rusted blade in his other hand. Hidan knew what was to befall him.
Simply put, he was a man waiting to die.