A/N: Just a short little thing I wrote for English class with the prompt 'As I first stepped onto the wooden bridge...'
As Hidan first stepped on the wooden bridge, the half rotted planks creaked in protest to his weight, the noise echoing faintly in the dead of the night. He grimaced and glanced at his surroundings in paranoia, to see if anything had changed, even if it was the slightest shift. Several heartbeats passed before he deemed there had been no alterations, and he hesitantly eased his other foot onto the seemingly forgotten bridge. This time the resulting sound wasn't as sharp and piercing to him, unlike the shrill cacophony the first crackling noise had sounded like in his head.
He supposed he was being ridiculous, and shook his head in silent scolding, carefully making the next few steps across the fog shrouded bridge, the eerie trickling of the river below seeming more like the crashes of ocean waves. Hidan couldn't even make of the end of the weared-down path, the drifting white hiding whatever rested on the other side. It engulfed him, making him feel as cut off from the rest of the world as his sight was.
Suddenly claustrophobia set in on him, and he froze out of panic. Crossing the bridge felt like an impossible feat. The fog swirled tightly around him, as if trying to drive him further into a cowardice breakdown. Kakuzu would have scolded him if he saw how he was behaving.
He took a deep breath and forced his mind to clear, pushing away the discouraging thoughts. He was fine. It was just fog. It was just an old bridge.
A bridge he wanted to cross quickly and never see again, but a bridge nonetheless.
He steeled his nerves, clutched his rosary from around his neck, and broke into a run, tearing across the rough, splintered surface like a bat out of Hell.
The end came into sight, and just as he was about to sigh in relief, a weakened plank gave out under his foot and sent him falling face first. He cried out in terror and shock, yanking his foot from the empty space that he'd made and jumping back up, bolting along the last bit off his obstacle and reaching solid ground. He bent over to place his hands on his knees to recover from his would-be heartattack. Once his breath returned and he was in a state of semi-calm, he looked back at his once foe, then laughed dryly at how stupid the whole ordeal had been.
He turned and continued his way down the long, twisting, foggy road after he finished his boasting to the inanimate object, though, of course, not before promptly giving it the middle finger.