Apprentice of Hidan
Welcome you reckless sheep, oh how far you have wandered from the flock to have discovered this insane sad excuse of a fan fiction.
This is my first time doing a fan fiction like this and it really rare around these parts as far as I am concerned as diving head first into the psychology of an insane person is not a particular cup of tea for many people
So reviews ranging from the good, the bad to the ugly will all be welcomed here (Oh god why did I type this)
Summary:
"Now! Let's savor the utmost of suffering together!", never thought I would hear that in person but no thank you Hidan I would very much like to have my sanity intact. Apparently fate had other plans for this little ol' resident biologist. Or the story in which Hidan and Jashin adopt a bloody baby into their crazy mix of a family. Si-oc self insert with a darker theme.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and never will.
Note from author: If you see frequent updates on all the chapters it is because I am editing my work due to some mistakes that escaped me from proofreading and in some chapters due to recent reviews that can be added into my work which in this case is the environment in which Kuro is born into.
"Son of a mother loving truck!"-normal speech
'Well this is my life now...'-normal thoughts
'Who are you…'-Lord Jashin's thoughts/speech
Run for your life!-exaggerated emotions/actions/speech
"It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane."
― Philip K. Dick
"Wahhhhh!"
What the…, I woke up with a start upon hearing the cries of what sounded like a baby extremely close to my ears.
"Wahhhhhhhhhhh!"
"OH WOULD SOMEBODY PLEASE SHUT THE BABY UP!" I thought as I rubbed my crusty eyes with my hands and at the exact same moment the annoying cries stopped. Huh, would you look at that the baby can read my mind. I blinked open my eyes for the first time and was witnessed to a sky covered with the darkest hues of red known to mankind. Red, stretching as far as the horizon, painted the skies in all its glory and eliminated the blue color that I so righteously detested every time I looked up. Although this was a pleasant change to the environment that I would like to appreciate in every excruciating detail, I had to expect the fact that this wasn't normal and I needed to investigate.
PANIC
Why? Why couldn't I get up properly? Last I checked I was completely able bodied and not…. Blue lights. Red filled the air. This red is not supposed to leave my body. Why is my body over there? Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! I died didn't I? That was my dismembered body wasn't it? If I am remembering this now, how the hell am I still alive and breathing? These were all the questions that filled my head and not a single answer to any of them and so like the normal human being that I am I promptly freaked out right there, the full existential crisis course meal. And coincidentally the crying resumed. Wait… no no please no I can't deal with this right now, please don't tell me this is true. I raised my hands, surprisingly the only motor function that I have, and stared at the smooth creamy baby skin that covered my once scarred hands. Yes waiter? I would like a side dish of hopelessness to go with my main course please. My wailing hits a crescendo.
After my crying fit, I also realized that I have no parents or living relatives nearby for that matter as my cries would have woken the whole neighborhood up and any responsible parent would have come rushing to my side to aid me. Could things get any worse? So mustering all the baby strength that I have I lifted myself up elbows first and knees thereafter to take my survival into my own hands. Hahaha... I jinxed myself didn't I, I just had to go ahead and say that fate couldn't bend me over and make me his bitch. Well guess what, all around me are adult dead bodies with varying states of decay in a sea of red liquid that is most definitely blood and something else and the thing standing between me and drowning in that sea of blood is the dead body of whom is presumably my mother, how I was given birth I would not know. Dilapidated buildings surrounded me on all sides and the whole place looked like a hurricane swept through it. Some of the dead bodies were interlocked in their fighting position by time and they looked to be from the same group as they wore the same clothing. Infighting caused this? What kind of problems did they have to slaughter each other in cold blood, to the point even the terrain is changed by their infighting. My heartbeat rose to a drumbeat as I felt myself start to panic as even when I was a biologist in my previous life, I have never seen this much bodies together in one area. My panic caused me to take in a long much needed breath. Bad idea. The stench of rot hit me in the face full force and I was sent reeling back on my makeshift human 'boat'. I bent over to the side and puked whatever contents I had in my stomach all the while gasping which caused the wretched stench to once again enter my lungs.
I felt my mind crack and break under the accumulated mental stress I was in and over stimulation of my senses, the cracks growing wider and wider with each passing second as the network of cracks stretched out and interlaced with each other, weakening the mind even more. The moment my mind was ready to give in to insanity knocking on the window at the other side, my older mind in a younger body shut itself down in a last ditch attempt to save itself and in an essence going on auto pilot.
I felt like a stranger in my own body. I could give it commands to move now and then and fill its' bodily needs but that was all. I couldn't even feel that the actions my body was making was my own, it felt like I was hitchhiking some poor dude's mind and just watching from the sidelines. Days or weeks went by this way, I wasn't sure I could keep track of the time with this haze over my mind and time in an of itself just blended into one for me. I was quite lucky that there was a nearby food source in a ruined house that look as if it was going to collapse on me any second and that the sea of red was drinkable. All of this should be disturbing to me but I didn't feel anything. I wanted to feel something.
Trees crashed in the distance, I lifted my head and look at the direction of the noise. There I spotted a lone figure racing towards this area, his hair was slicked back gray and deep purple eyes that seemed to stare into your soul and he wore nothing but maroon pants while carrying a triple-bladed scythe. He also wore something on his neck but I could not see it properly. All in all he looked like a younger version of the grim reaper that was less gothic. Something tickled at the back of my head that I should know who he is but at that time the only thing I could focus on was the fog clearing from my head bit by bit as he got closer and closer, perhaps it was from the comfort of the presence of another living human being besides me. Then in the blink of an eye he changed directions.
PANIC
The fog was returning faster than ever the moment he moved away and it seemed hopeless that I would be able to control my body properly again as he was getting further away by the second. I refused to lose myself again. With reckless abandon I ran into the fog, my eyes darting about in search for the cliche ray of light that will allow me momentary control over my body and after what felt like an eternity I found it and sprinted towards it. The moment the blinding light cleared, I cried, cried louder than when I was panicking the moment I was introduced to the world baptized by a sea of blood in a world that was red, too red. I saw him, a pinprick in the distance, stopped and turned towards me and raced back. Relief was all I felt as the fog cleared up again and before I could get to properly see my savior with my cleared mind, I promptly fainted.
So what do you think? Leave your reviews so I may improve on this further and thank you for reaching it to the end.
I commend your headstrong attitude but I wonder how long can you last in this messed up world?
After all this was only the introduction.
Note: This is the author from the future, I implore you that you continue to read the following chapters after this if this introduction seems lackluster to you, my writing has improved since then. So please do reconsider.