A/n Okay I'm realllllly excited for this story! I thought of it when we watched Anne Frank in Language Arts and I have so many plans for this story. After watching the extremely sad and eye-opening movie, I hope to create a moving story of my own. A story of love in the Holocaust. Since I'm so excited and have so many plans I will be updating very frequently, but this is just a sneak peek! So please subscribe and review!
The screams of terrified women and children. The cries of raw sorrow as families are ripped apart. The pleas and fruitless begging as innocent people are lead to their imminent doom. The quiet prayers to each individual's God. The loyalty that lead them here. Welcome to the Holocaust.
"Alright listen up! Women to the right, men to the left, children are to go immediately to the small house located at the top of that hill!" A Nazi officer called out loudly, shoving families apart and to their respective sides.
Kakuzu sighed heavily, "Sasori," he said to the redheaded officer. "Can't you make the 'small house' sound more fun? Tell them it's a bath house or something." Kakuzu offered. He was indeed a Nazi, but he couldn't help but want the children to feel somewhat safe, as they were lead to the gas chambers. Children were useless at Belsen, and all concentration camps for that matter.
"Fine." Sasori grumbled, "Women to the right, men to the left, children to the sauna!" he shouted with a smirk. Kakuzu rolled his eyes and wrinkled his nose in disgust when a sickly man exited the car with a vile hurl.
"Send him to the 'sauna'?" Kakuzu asked. Sasori nodded and headed over to the man to direct him.
"Women to the right, men to the left, children-" Kakuzu began to take over for Sasori before he was roughly bumped into from behind. He spun around, grabbing the man behind him by the front of his ratty shirt. The man's eyes widened but only in surprise. There was no fear in the violet orbs.
"Watch where you're going you dirty Jew. Or I'll see that you're sent straight to Auschwitz" Kakuzu hissed, aiming to place fear in the man's eyes. Surprisingly enough, the man only scowled.
"I'm not a Jew you asshole! I'm a Jashinist, and a damn important one at that! I am a fucking prophet and Jashin-sama will damn you all if you don't-" Kakuzu silenced the man's rant with a slap across the face. He kept a firm grasp on his shirt and when the man swiveled his head back so that he was facing Kakuzu once more, his eyes held actual excitement. An emotion Kakuzu hadn't seen in years.
Slowly Kakuzu released the man. "Men to the left." He stated emotionlessly before walking away. The violet-eyed man with the silver hair only watched his retreating back with interest. No fear, no resentment, no inferiority. Just interest.
A/n I assume the identity of the Jashinist Prophet is obvious ;) So Kakuzu is a Nazi Officer and Hidan is a Jashinist sent to a concentration camp. SUBSCRIBE AND REVIEW FOR THE LOVE OF HIDAN!