AN: So, long ago I posted this story- and when I left I took it down with all my others. By a recent request, I am putting this one back up. So, sorry for the repost (to those of you who recognize it)! The rest of the chapters for this story will be up later today, as I have yet to find them, and I'll probably have to correct a few errors before posting them again.

He was a terrific actor. Really, Jashin should be fucking proud of his spectacular thespian skills.

I mean, had he not been so convincingly "unconscious", the kunoichi probably wouldn't have stopped to heal him, right?

Lost in his silent gloating, the young man was brought back to reality by the brush of her hands over his bare torso. He carefully cracked one eye open, a deep violet slit just barely visible beneath fair, silver lashes. He had to repress his urge to frown, internally reminding himself that to do so would blow his cover.

With his face pressed into the ground all he could make out was the dead, yellow grass and her dark boots. Not the best position to be in to spy on her, he decided, not when he couldn't even see her face. And, well, that was just plain shitty, because he wanted to see the bitch that was just so kind as to save his ass.

It was almost as if she had read his mind, for suddenly her chakra stopped flowing and he was cut off. Remaining perfectly limp, he kept up his unconscious façade as her hands gripped his shoulders. As she adjusted him to lie on his back, he cracked one of his eyes open a bit more. In that brief moment, he stared at her while she was too distracted to notice.

First thing he noticed: pink hair. He resisted the urge to vomit, noting that it was probably one of the weirdest fucking things he had ever seen. Seriously, who the hell would walk around with pink hair? Shit, if his hair had been pink, he would have sacrificed himself long ago. Ignoring her hair for a moment, something metallic caught his eye. He was lucky she was too preoccupied to notice his eyes widen, shock evident in the dark purple irises.

Oh shit! That headband, he recognized it, no way could he forget it. He closed his eyes quickly, resuming his playing-possum. He had no luck with the ninja of that village that was for sure.

Extra careful not to move on his own, he concentrated on keeping his chakra levels normal. If she thought he was awake…

He was distracted again as he felt her hands press up gently against his bare torso. It felt nice, the way her warm chakra coursed through his body, finding all of his injuries and targeting them. If only he healed this quickly naturally. Not that there was anything natural to him, honestly. Fighting back a relaxed sigh, he remained unresponsive, careful to not move his body.

It was pretty fucking nice of her, healing him like this. Extremely idiotic, but brave to, he supposed. Confident with his amazing acting skills, the Jashinist took note of her obvious fear. The way her hands shook, he was surprised that she was even able to heal him. Then again, she was healing him rather quickly, almost haphazardly really (even he knew better than to complain at a time like this). He was mildly disappointed that she didn't seem afraid of him, but he justified that it was only because she didn't know who he was. Yeah, that had to be it; otherwise she would have been crying her pansy-ass heart out!

She must have realized that she shouldn't be caught healing someone like him, with his scratched out headband and oh-so-obvious shinobi build. Really, she was risking so much right now; she would be tried for disloyalty if she was caught by her village. Hidan felt a little touched, or some other soft, gooey emotion associated with it. He wasn't sure, exactly. Sissy emotions weren't really his strong suit.

He'd have to thank her somehow…well, ok, he already knew exactly how he'd thank her. He'd thank her the same way he thanked anyone who had ever helped him out: first he'd bleed her until she was nothing but a shriveled shell, and then he'd sacrifice her to Jashin. Feeling very giddy at the notion, he almost couldn't wait to kill her. He would do such a nice ritual for the bitch; it was the least he could do to repay her.

If only his chakra hadn't been so low, then maybe neither of them would have had to be in this fucked up situation. Maybe he wouldn't have needed her help, and maybe all this could have just been avoided. But no, it was far too late for her. She was doomed, the moment she put her hands on him she was destined to be a sacrifice. This revelation alone almost brought a smile to Hidan's face, and inwardly he praised Jashin for his good luck.

He returned to focusing on his chakra levels, carefully measuring his reserves. Just a little bit more...he just needed a little more chakra pumped into his system, and then he'd be strong enough to-

Her hands moved away, and suddenly the warmth of her chakra was dissipating from his body. He felt her stir beside him, and knew she was standing. Her boots scuffed the earth as she turned and walked away. Hidan sulked silently, almost destroying his unconscious façade. Why the hell has she stopped?

It was almost as if she had guessed his intentions, almost as if she knew he-

"I know you're awake, asshole."

Well shit, he hadn't seen that coming.

His purple eyes snapped open instantly, his expression horrified, expecting the worst. He quickly looked over to where she was, but…he was alone. He gapped, too stunned to move. The field was completely empty, save him, and his eyes narrowed sharply as the realization. So that bitch thought she could just save his life and disappear like it never happened? His scowl quickly turned into a self-righteous smirk. Oh, she obviously had no fucking clue who he was.

His gaze flitted skyward, staring up at the darkened, gray clouds. A storm was heading his way, and he knew he should probably look for shelter before it started to rain. Still, it was several minutes before he even moved to get up, and during that time his cocky grin never faded.

He would have to pay her a visit,- it'd be rude not to thank her.