DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hidan or the Naruto-verse. If I did, Hidan would be my Immortal sex slave…Also, the unnamed OC was created by me. Rated T for suggestive themes.
A/N: One shot. First ever fanfic. SECOND REVISION
How many times would she have to put her body, and her heart, through this? She could not keep letting the male who meant everything to her use her for his own torment and ritual torture anymore. She also knew that she meant nothing to him. She was nothing but a sacrifice to the God that they both worshipped so fervently. She was just another sacrifice, another toy for him to play with until he got tired of her and decided to throw her away, like he had with the others.
With him, it was always the same thing over and over again. He would begin the long, drawn-out ritual, which usually left the woman wracked with sobs, unable to breathe as their blood poured out of their bodies from the numerous wounds he had inflicted upon himself and her simultaneously. Then, the healing would happen. Jashin would resolve them of their sins, free them of their mortal bounds and make them something more than human. Yet, it was always what happened after the healing that made her break. He would leave for days, sometimes months, at a time.
She knew why he left though. He could not stand her. She was a reminder of his need, his desire. He needed her, and the fact that he needed her made him hate her. He did not want to be with her, but they could not leave each other. They were bound together. She was his curse, but she was also his salvation.
In a perverse way, the two needed each other. He felt the need to repent, and she cleansed his sins with her body, letting him take her, torture her, kill her. They both wanted, needed, to feel the rush of the ultimate ecstasy of death. Yet, they could not stand each other. It would always be a never-ending circle, and they both knew that neither one of them could break it.