I wrote this story a few months ago and I finally decided to publish it :).
This is my first fanfic so don't be to harsh. This is only the first chapter so it may be a little confusing but if I get good feedback Ill publish chapter 2 and it will hopefully clear things up. :)
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(I dont own Naruto or Hidan ( otherwise he'd still be alive and Akatsuki would rule :P) )
My Immortal
Chapter 1: Perfection
His violet eyes raged with lust for the kill. His skin glistened crimson with blood. The corners of my lips curved slightly as his psychotic laugh echoed in the dense forest surrounding us. To any normal mortal, this would send shivers through there spine. This would bring terror. But my case is different. I could not fear him. When I stared into his shining violet eyes I didn't see murder. The only I felt is the growing weight of my heart as love pushed through my veins.
My smile widened as he finished his work. The man who had been his opponent lay limp on the ground. His blood was pooling through the dirt, staining the grass of the clearing we were in. Tall trees hovered over us, casting a shadow that gave the lifeless body an almost peaceful look as small spots of sunlight shined through the branches. I gently rose from the seat I had on the edge of the clearing to my knees. Crawling over to the beautiful man laying across from the lifeless corpse.
My eyes grazed over the damage my love had given himself, stopping on a particular spike that was inserted into his stomach. I leaned my head to the pooling blood around the wound and touched my tongue to the crimson liquid shyly. I lightly pulled my head away from the liquid once I was satisfied for the moment. I removed the spikes from his chest and stomach and healed all of his wounds except for the one which was producing my luscious drink. I was one of the best healers of the time so it took only a moment. Which flew by even quicker listening to the man below murmur prayers to his god Jashin. The god that gave him the amazing power of immortality. Which is why he is not dead from the injuries I was currently healing. Once all other wounds were taken care of I leaned back to the first wound and began lapping at it once again. Slowly gaining confidence and taking longer strokes around the wound with my tongue. The warm fluid flowed down my throat, feeling amazing compared to the cold dirt I was sitting on. Soon I was sucking greedily from the wound. That stopped however, when a low chuckle shook the Jashinist follower below me.
"How do I taste Emi?" He said smiling. His voice was uncharacteristically affectionate around me. It was smooth and deep w/ a slight smugness glazing over each word. I lowered my hand just above the wound that was now a bright red around the edges from my drink. I flowed chakra to my palm as it began healing the bright wound. "As delicious as ever Hidan," I smirked. He returned the expression. I stopped flowing energy to my palm once the cut was a barely visible pink line. I rose from my knees and held my hand out to help him up. Once standing he began trying to wipe the blood off his face with his sleeve. That didn't work well since his sleeve was ripped and soaked with blood. I giggled at the silly attempt he was making. He looked down at me with a questioning look in his eye.
"What's so funny?" He asked. A hint of irritation in his voice.
"Well do you really think it smart to try to wipe your face with a blood soaked sleeve?" I smirked, mimicking his usual tone of arrogance. I loved challenging and annoying him like this. It seemed as if Hidan and I were almost always in a battle for control. He loved dominance but I wasn't one to give in. His eyes narrowed for a second but once his eyes met my blue ones he sighed and agreed.
"Yea well, whatever," he said, shaking off my comment. I smiled triumphantly and began walking home. He trailed right behind me.
While we were walking I couldn't help but let my eyes drift over to the man walking beside me. He was definitely unique. He had a long black cloak on that was decorated with red clouds. The symbol of the organization we both worked for. The cloak was ripped revealing a well toned chest and muscular stomach. His left arm was toned as well and showing because of the rip. His hair was smoothed back with a light silver color that gleamed in the sunlight. He had a long, soft face and sharp jaw line. His smile was dazzlingly white when it wasn't somewhat stained with blood. His lips were a light pink color that was almost constantly formed into a smirk, complimenting his arrogant voice. He always seemed to appear as if he was glowing. His presence was very strong and confident. Even walking calmly beside me he looked as if he was strutting. He was the definition of perfection in my mind. I never imagined losing him. Usually I wouldn't even think of him being away from me but recently things have been very different. One of Jashin's main rules was that anything below murder and destruction was a sin. Of course that included love. Since Hidan began showing any feelings for me it has been hard. Jashin was angry with me and I did what I could (ignoring Hidan's advice) to make him pleased with me. In the end however, it didn't even matter and his god has bestowed a horrible curse on me. I have tried to keep Hidan away from me since his god hated me and if Hidan was anything less than loyal to Jashin he would lose his immortality and most likely die. My pleas however came to no avail. I sighed as my mind began thinking of a world without a perfect man like him. The images that ran through my mind frightened me so I reached over and gently took his warm hand in mine. I felt him give my hand a light squeeze when he sensed I was worrying. I vowed silently to myself that I would die before a perfect human being like him had to leave this Earth.