Disclaimer: I'm just a slightly bored person with too many weird thoughts. No, no I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story, just the plot.

Full Summary: Set in a world similar to our own, this is a story about Hidan and Kakuzu's trials of life and death. Hidan claims to be an angel set on purging this world of its sins via murdering all who gets in his way. Kakuzu is a living corpse trying to deal with a world that despises him. As their time on Earth progresses, Kakuzu can't help but notice the strange folk who seem to be drawn to Hidan, such as the wanted criminal, the serial bomber, the ningyo, and the necromancer. On their tails is a group of detectives who may end up saving all their souls in the end. Hidan/Kakuzu, and mild Itachi/Kisame, Sasori/Deidara.

Prologue: An Angel and a Corpse

The clouds had begun to stir up a storm as the sun went down, and a lone figure could be seen walking past the ancient gloomy cemetery on the outskirts of Konoha City. The man was dressed in a long coat against the rain with a mask covering most of his face. His piercing green eyes glanced at the tombstones and grave markers with bitterness and anger. Kakuzu hated having to walk by the place everyday after work. He could imagine the darkness pulling at him from every side when he saw the old stones, the earth completely and utterly blocking his way out to the world above. The feeling made him uneasy, and uneasiness was as foreign an emotion inside of him as fear.

Today though as he kept his eyes focused inside the dismal little yard, he noticed something odd on the far side, a shodow blocking the view of the woods beyond. Blinking to make sure it wasn't droplets of the freshly sprinkling rain he was seeing, he stopped short in his tracks. He glanced around him to make sure no one was around and hopped the short fence to step inside the cemetery boundry. An icy chill filled him and he wondered what exactly he was doing before heading over to the opposite side to investigate.

Standing in front of a statue of what used to be an angel he frowned. The statue was completely worn down by years of weather, leaving just the basic shape for identification. In it's hands was a metal rod, all that was left of an old flag pole marking a soldiers grave. Some vandle had bent the tip fiercely so it was more like a javelin thrust up into the air dangerously now, making the scene look even more frightening in the dark and rain. Slid down onto the pipe was the worst of it though. Blood coated the dark stone and metal as the body of a man, pierced right through the stomach with limbs spread out in death, lay for all the world to see.

The sight was horrific and Kakuzu turned to get away from it. Hopefully the police would find it in the morning and he wouldn't have to think about it anymore, or how the sight caused the chill in his body to grow worse. Just as he passed a large overgrown grave of a young girl who died of the plague, he heard a strange grunting sound from behind. He turned his head to look at the body, eyes widening when he saw the twitch of a blood soaked finger. The man wasn't quite dead yet, still clinging on to life hopelessly. Kakuzu shook his head in disgust and turned to walk way again not wanting anything to do with it.

"Fuck...hey asshole, why don't you get me off this fucking thing?"

He froze and spun around slowly to find a shocking pair of violet eyes glaring in his direction. That was certainly unexpected. The man should be close to death, yet not a hint of fear or pain shone within those eyes, only anger and a touch of discomfort. He took a step closer and tilted his head frowning once more as he examined the pole stuck up through the man's abdomen. This was no magicians trick he realized. He was truly impaled.

"What are you?" Kakuzu asked in his dark voice, scanning the impaled body for any traces of mystical origins. He didn't find any, and he hadn't expected to. The only significant feature was a necklace with a silver pendant, a circle with an upside triangle inside of it, resting on the man's chest. The symbol was meaningless to the masked man and he averted his gaze back up to the purple eyes watching him.

The man rolled his eyes impatiently. "Oh great, I get the stupid one. Will you just pull me the fuck off?! This is really uncomfortable and its fucking raining!" He reached up to grab at the metal struggling to pull himself up. The rain and his blood made it too slippery though, and he slid down another few inches instead. "Shit!"

With a sigh Kakuzu walked over and leapt up onto the edge of a crumbling wall situated behind the statue. "I know I'm going to regret this," He mumbled to himself before reaching out and grasping the man's back in two places for support and pulled him up and off with a sick 'plunck' like sound. Blood splattered the rest of the statue and Kakuzu cringed as some stained his jacket as well.

"Ah thanks! This is so much better!" The man got to his feet and stretched, showing off smooth red-stained skin and a slim, well-built frame. "I've been stuck in that shitty position for hours. I never thought anyone would get me off of it." He swept a hand through his dingy white hair and matted it back on the top of his head before turning to smirk at Kakuzu. "Oi, what's your name corpse?"

Kakuzu felt his eye twitch. "You're the corpse here. No one should be able to live through that and get away with a sarcastic sense of humor." Inside he was trying to figure out how the man knew. He had to fight the urge to make sure his mask was still in place. It was, so how...?

The man ignored him and examined the gaping hole in his chest. It was only about two inches wide, but bits of internal organs and blood were peeking out making it look very gruesome. "Fuck, that hurt! This'll take two days at least to heal, and I don't have that much time!" He scowled and pressed a finger into it pushing the slimy bits back inside before reaching into a pocket on the faded black pants he wore and pulled out a needle and some cheap black thread.

Kakuzu watched in shock as he sewed himself back up. "Jiang-shi?" He questioned mostly to himself, his mind buzzing. If he was a reanimated corpse this sitiation would be a lot easier to explain. He doubted it though. People with the ability to reanimate the dead were few and far between and expected to be extinct all together. No, this young man was something else, something more powerful, he could feel it.

"No, angel," He bit the loose thread off and unceremoniously stuffed the rest of it back into his pocket. The quick stitches looked horrible and just provided a new release for blood to seep out only to be washed away as the rain came down even harder. Annoyed violet eyes looked up at the sky as if challenging it to continue its assault on his body. "Any idea idea where we can get the hell out of this rain?"

"Angel? I didn't think angels could cuss so much." Kakuzu said bypassing the question. The man's attitude was starting to get on his nerves. Never before had anyone had the audacitiy to speek to them in such a way, especially if they knew his greatest secret as this man had figured out. This person was either really cocky or really foolish.

"I didn't know corpses could be so bitchy," The newly identified angel growled still glaring at the dark clouds. "Jashin, its cold out here! Seriously asshole, let's get out of here. I'll answer all your stupid questions when I'm not soaking wet, okay?" He cast his eyes away from the sky and onto him, studying him Kakuzu realized. He tried not to show how much this unnerved him. "By the way, I'm Hidan."

"Kakuzu,"

Hidan smirked and they left the cemetery heading towards the warmer lights of the suburb beyond. "This should be an interesting trip Kakuzu. You better keep me entertained."

Kakuzu didn't reply, but he knew the man would be right. His life as he knew it had taken a dramatic change of direction, and where it would lead he couldn't tell, and personally he didn't want to know.

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