Shiji walked through the Nara Forest, a basket hanging from her young arm with berries and other edible things blossoming out of it like it was a field of flowers in springs. She tilted her head when she saw an opening in the thick forest, some papers with kanji on it, plastered to the trees. There was a light grumble, and she waltzed toward it, wondering what or who was in the clearing.
There was a large hole in the middle, a rusty kunai on the side of the clearing, a crack coming from in and forming into the hole. Shiji went towards the hole, cautiously.
"F—freaking heathens! I'm sorry! Get me out of this hell hole!"
Shiji jumped when she heard the loud call, then she padded to the edge of the depression, looking down. It was dark, but there was a faint glimmer of silver and flesh down in the bottom.
"Oh, thank Jashin! Kid, kid, please, get me out of here! I'm going insane!"
Shiji squinted her eyes, "…Mr. Banshee? Is that you?" she asked cautiously, leaning a little more forward.
"What? No, I'm Hidan, I'm the guy that that idiot Shika-what's-his-face supposedly killed… Kid, please, just climb down here and expose me to some sunlight! I swear I'm as pale as a sheet!" Shiji tilted her head.
"Grandpa Shikamaru? He told me not to let you out, he said that you were a b—" she screamed, looking beside her to see multiple body parts splayed on he ground. She crawled back and breathed heavily, "M-Mr. Banshee…? Wh-what is that?"
"What's what?" Hidan said, sounding casual.
"That! It looks like a hand! And a knee! A-And a—"
"Kid! Please! Focus on me for just a minute! Climb down… Over here!" he barked, and she obeyed, crawling over to the hole and looking down, climbing in and jumping down into the pit. There was a loud squish, and she jumped up again, holding onto the walls tightly in her hands, "Kid, kid, come on down, it's okay, it's only some parts… No—NO! Come back! I swear to Jashin nothing'll hurt you!"
Shiji whimpered, but climbed down, gathering her balance on the unsteady rock.
"Hey, hey! Don't step on me!" there was a light rumble of rock, then it was silent again.
"Oh, sorry…" she lightly said, turning around and squatting down, looking around, "Where are you?" she whispered, the echo of her voice making her spine tingle.
"Down, kid, just look down," Hidan said with a sigh, it sounded like he was disappointed or something.
Shiji looked down like she was told, seeing the head that was talking to her and she tilted hers, "…Mr. Banshee? Where's your body?"
Hidan rolled his eyes, "Around you… underneath you… above you… everywhere really, just because of that grandfather of yours blew me up and put me to my 'grave'," he said sarcastically, laughing a little. There was dried blood in his silver white hair, all over his face, and on the rocks below him. It seemed to have flaked off over all of the years, but it wasn't like he could rub it off without any hands.
"…Well, um, do you want some help, putting your body back together?" she asked, seeing the leg, and the arm that was surrounding him, along with some other body parts, "I—I could get auntie Sakura to fix you up…"
"Oh, no, no, no, I'm… Get me out of here, please, I want to walk again, I hate being in his pit…" he whined, closing his bloodshot eyes.
"Oh! I'm sorry—okay, give me a second, Mr. Banshee!" Shiji gingerly collected his body parts, climbing up the wall again, leaving his head behind.
"My name is Hidan, please call me Hidan!" he called up to her.
"Right, right. Hidan, Hidan, Hidan." Shiji looked at her basket, "Hidan, are you hungry at all?"
"I don't have a stomach."
"…Oh. That was really stupid, I'm sorry." She picked up the basket and poured out the berries and other edibles onto the ground, making a small pile on the ground for the critters and creatures of the forest to eat, and then piled the parts into them, most of then hanging out of it, like his leg, which was still connected to his hips, thankfully. The toenail polish was still intact, which was quite surprising, "Now I'll come get you!" she smiled, and then climbed down, sitting in front of the severed head.
"…Aren't you scared?" he said, sincerity shinning in his deep purple eyes.
"Scared of what? You? No! Grandpa had told me the story of you most times I ever come over! It's become old, so I'm not scared of you! Just scared of your parts," she picked up his head, holding him closely while she sat there for a little, then she climbed up the wall again, ready to go back to the village and start sewing him up, with Sakura's help, "Other than that you're not scary at all!"
"…Hn," he looked down and away, watching as the walls got lighter and lighter the further they went up.
"Don't 'hn' me! My brother does that all the time and it makes me angry! He usually punches me afterwards!" she squeaked, looking down at him.
"Oh. Excuse me then," he said, sounding bored.
She got to the top, setting him on the ground as she threw her leg over the edge and got up. They sat there, looking at each other with one of those "What are you looking at?" looks. Shiji tilted her head and laughed, seeing his violet eyes widen with her actions.
"Don't rub it in!" he commanded, looking angry.
"Sorry, sorry, I'll have you fixed up in no time, so that way you can tilt your head!" she scooped up his head again, cradling it like a baby in her arm as she picked up the heavy basket and headed toward the village.
"Ow! Stop that!" Hidan barked. He was lying on a silver table, his body parts where they should be, only inches away from his torso, being sew into place by Shiji's wire stitching.
Sakura looked worried, watching from behind. Shiji's hand wasn't very steady, but it was good enough, if anything, if she didn't take breaks, she could get Hidan back together in about 2 or 3 days, more if she slept.
"Shiji?" Sakura said quietly, tapping her on the shoulder, and she turned, "Are you sure that your grandfather will be okay with putting back his archenemy that he put down?"
"Gramps will be fine! I wanted a friend anyway! And Hidan's nice, how could he be so mean to him?" Shiji turned harshly, pulling the wire that was still attached to the needle in her hand and Hidan's torso.
"OUCH!" Hidan squealed, throwing his head back onto the table with a loud crack in the hollow room, clenching his one fist that was attached.
"Sorry!" Shiji turned with a seethe, holding her fingers up to her face and frowning, "Didn't mean to, didn't mean to!"
"Aah, next time just set the needle down." Hidan said, flexing is fingers a little, then putting his palm back down.
"Right, right…" she started to sew the flesh together again, watching as it slowly healed, only minutes later, "I-is your stomach still there? Or does it need reattaching, too?"
"Just a little stitch, it's not much of a wound," Hidan shifted on the table, closing his eyes, "It's still in me, thanks to you, but other than that, it's not connected."
"Alright!" Shiji announced proudly, pulling the needle up again triumphantly.
"Ouch! Stop it!"
"A-almost done…" Shiji muttered, leaning in a little closer. The flesh of the stomach was torn, and his lungs needed connecting as well. Her front was covered in blood from Hidan, who had fallen asleep, and her stitches were getting better every time she moved, which now she was sitting on his lap, furiously holding his sides with her knees, also covered in blood.
Sakura gave a loud snore, and then she jolted away. She saw the blood-covered Shiji and she gave a cry, "Oh my God!" she got up and started toward her.
Shiji didn't look up, not risking the chance to mess up; she wanted her new friend perfectly healthy.
"Sakura, uhm, hi, I know it's late, but I really want to get this part of him done…" she glanced up for a second, and then she heard the light sputter of his heart beating and she looked back down, seeing it pulsing just enough to start running blood through his veins. She sat up and smiled, proud, "Yes!" she set the needle down beside him and got off.
"Shiji, go to bed, Hidan will be right here when you wake up in the morning—and please take a shower before you go, I don't want Shikamaru to kill me for getting you all bloody!" she whined, looking at her rock back and forth on her feet.
"I'm not tired! I want to get another limb on him!" she said, tilting her head innocently, "I don't want to go back home! And if I absolutely have to go to bed, I'm staying here!"
Sakura sighed, too tired to really put up a fight, "Fine, but you have to go to bed…" she glanced at Hidan, seeing him turn his head toward them, still sleeping. There was drool running from his lips, and it made her seethe, "…Are you—" Hidan's eyes all of a sudden popped open, his one hand flying over his mouth.
Shiji spotted him, and she jumped, "Uhm… Hidan?" she muttered.
Sakura was already running for the trash can across the room, grabbing it and running back, "Sit him up, Shiji!" she commanded sourly.
Shiji only panicked sitting him up on the stubs of his legs, watching as his eyes closed and watered, "What's wrong? Are you going to puke?" she asked him and he nodded quickly.
Sakura had successfully made it over in time, letting Hidan grab onto the trash bin and vomit violently, Shiji feeling his back contract and pulse with his heart and lungs working.
"Oh, ish, it's moldy," Hidan stuck out his tongue with distaste; "Could you go get me some water?" he held the waste bin in his arm, trembling.
"Y-yeah…" Sakura glanced at Shiji, who clung to Hidan's back, almost startling him.
"Don't be sick! Hidan, please, don't be sick! I don't want you to be sick!" she whined, shaking him back and forth a little slowly.
Hidan chuckled lightly, "It's just the old food, I'm not sick, kid, don't freak out on me," he set the waste basket down and wiped his mouth, "My Jashin, that does not taste good…"
"The name's Shiji! And don't you forget it!" she said with a sour frown, "…Don't forget it." She muttered, snuggling closer to his back and pressing her cheek against his warming back.
"I won't," he said, glancing back, then retching again into the trash can.