A/N: well... I think this'd be the saddest pasts as of yet... hee hee... Comment!
Hidan's POV: Jashin's Revenge
"Hidan! Get your lazy ass down here!" My loud, heathen father screamed at me, and I paused in my ritual, sighing. "I said now!"
"I'm coming!" I wiped the blood from my wrists, trying not to yell and curse at my father. It had become somewhat a habit to swear and yell lately, ever since I found the almighty power of Jashin, and it annoyed Dad like Hell. "Bloody heathen..." I murmured.
I sprinted down the stairs, forgetting that my shirt and shorts were torn and blood-soaked. I didn't notice until Dad roared as I appeared.
"NOT MORE CLOTHES! YOUR STUPID GOD IS COSTING US A LOT OF MONEY YOU UGLY, WORTHLESS NOTHING!" I whimpered as his hand rose. Even though pain was part of my religion, I was new at it, so it didn't always pleasurable. "YOU RUIN EVERYTHING WE BUY YOU!!!" His hand flew down and I was thrown against the wall with his temper. I was coughing up blood already but my father proceeded to kick me as I lay in a heap at the base of the wall. "STOP WASTING OUR TIME AND MONEY!!!"
I whimpered again as he threw a kunai at me. He punched, kicked and stabbed me until I started to lose focus with my eyes. I coughed up another glob of blood and my father kicked me in the stomach once more. The pain was unbearable but I held onto the little bit I life I had as I yelled after him.
"YOU FUCKING HEATHEN BASTARD! YOU SHITTY MINDED MONEY-WHORE! ATTACKING A KID MAKES YOU A COWARD!!" I coughed once more and everything went black.
'Jashin, protect me and deliver me to your side unharmed. I beg for your forgiveness, and take back any sin I may have done.' I prayed silently as there was nothing else to do.
Funnily enough, all of my senses stayed intact. I could feel the floor under me and the cool air around me. I could smell the bittersweet scent of my blood. I could taste my blood in my mouth. I couldn't see but I could hear the argument between my mother and father in the kitchen.
It was cold, and all I could see was this white light. It formed a person and it glowed like a god... no it was a god, it was Jashin. He smiled at me and knelt beside me, stroking my cheek lightly.
"Well, well... Hidan, you're dead, for the first time." First time? Huh? "You're immortal because you're following me; you've secured your future... Welcome to the power being a Jashinist grants you." He put his hand over my eyes, forcing them closed...
And when I opened them I was sitting up, against the wall with my mother lying beside me, dead. Her wounds were similar to mine, showing my father's anger. I guess I was too far in my grief to realise what I was doing. I stood up, my wounds still bleeding slightly.
"dad, you're going to die, right now, by my hand." I growled as my anger and sadness taking over my mind. "Jashin, you'll have another sacrifice with you soon."
I followed my father's chakra to a pub, anger swallowing me whole. He sat on one of the stools, downing a lot of Sake and laughing with his mates. One of them turned around, saw me and tapped Dad on the shoulder.
"I thought you killed the little tyke, and his bitchy mother. But the boy's standing there." The drunken man pointed at me and Dad saw my scythe in my hand. "He looks might angry."
"Hidan, come a little closer, son. I got a gift for you." My father beckoned me over and I went, while his friends laughed. I knew his gift was a shuriken in the heart. "Good boy, here's your gift."
The weapon pierced through the skin and through the precious organ. I just laughed as though the pain tickled me. It twinged but nothing more. I raised my scythe, pointing the three blades at the father, one at the stomach, one in the middle of the chest and another at the bridge of his nose, glaring the whole time.
"You wouldn't dare." My father hissed.
"Wouldn't I? I think I would." I shoved the weapon roughly, getting the blood to swirl around the blades, and I licked a little up, off the blade and everyone looked at me like I was insane. But one thing I knew was that they were heathens. I stabbed myself and turned my blood in a circle as it welled around my feet, drawing an upside down, equilateral triangle inside the circle. "Die, heathens."
I laughed and killed all of the people, then proceeding to stab myself over and over again. No heathen will live another day as long as I shall live.