Okay. So this is a WARNING. This fic is rated M due to some scenes being sick and twisted. Very sick and twisted. But, hey, Hidan is sick and twisted, right? So, in other words, this is no goody-two-shoes-yay-clap-clap-how-funny story. If you're looking for the giggles, you're in the wrong place. You've been warned.

Anyway, this is my first real fanfic so… have fun. : )

Ps. Sorry if I my writing makes you laugh, English is kinda my second language. I would be glad if you gave me criticism though. Though nothing mean, please.

Prologue

She laid in the grass, small green straws tickling her bare arms and legs, while she blinked into the great big blue that spread from one horizon to the other. Black blurry dots danced in front of her eyes, and sounds of crickets tuned in and out around her. She was pretty sure that her brain was suffering from some very bad concussion. The incident of said concussion was deceiving her memory though. How the heck had that happened? Why was she lying flat on her back staring into the sky? Where was she? And most important of all, who was she? Uh-oh, she thought groggily, this has to be bad.

A low grunt slipped past her lips as a throbbing pain in the back of her head, and she closed her eyes, hoping to block the sudden dizziness out. In the blink of an eye she found herself forcefully kicked in the side, twirling through the air, and banging herself against the ground as she the force rolled her.

Someone picked her up off her feat by the collar and held her at arms length, and she dangled helplessly while trying to focus her eyes on the large shape holding her captive. But the world wouldn't stop spinning, and all she could make out was that the person was tall, probably male, had wore something black, and had some type of white thing draped over his head.

"What the fuck have you stopped fighting for?" he growled, acid dripping of his deep voice. "Heck, bitch, I'd be enjoying beating the living-fucking-daylight outta you if it weren't for Leader having a stick up his ass telling him to tell me to bring you in more than half alive."

His words weren't making any sense to her in her groggy mind, but his voice sent thrills of fear down her spine, and she wanted nothing but to get away from there at this moment. She went as still as possible in her giddy state, and squeezed her eyes shut.

The man grunted something unintelligible and hurled her mercilessly over his shoulder. And as he set of to who knows where, the slight rocking of his pace as well as her concussion soothed her into involuntary unconsciousness.

So now you've read the prologue. What d'ya think? :) Review please.