Mercy for the Merciless
In which Hidan is given a lesson in mercy
Hidan was not buried in the ground and blown to smithereens like everyone thought. Oh no! Ino wanted a more satisfying revenge so she fooled Shikamaru with a clone of the priest. She used her mind control and knocked him unconscious. When the Jashinist next awoke he found himself on a ship. He found himself drained of chakra and unable to move.
"Wha-what the fuck? Where am I?"
His stomach roiled and his body ached, he noticed that his scythe, rosary and cloak were missing. He was absolutely furious!
"What the hell? Get me out of here! Hey! Heeey! I'm a Priest of Jashin and I swear to fuck that if you don't let me outta here I'm gonna-"
"What's all that racket?"
One grimy, fat man called into the gloom of the hold. His eyes lit on Hidan,
"Quiet slave! Or I'll have to get rough with you!"
Hidan let out a howl of laughter!
"Get rough with me? You don't know who the fuck your dealing with old
Man! I'll-"
"Listen. I'm not some weak little civilian you can just push around and I know perfectly well who I'm dealing with. I've taken all the necessary precautions to ensure that we won't have to ruin you. "
The man dispelled the genjutsu. There stood a younger man, well-muscled and standing with a self-possessed confidence that only shinobi had. One glance of his headband told Hidan that the man was from Kumo.
"You're absolutely perfect and your gonna make me a fortune."
He smiled at the man, giving Hidan an appraising look that made him feel very uncomfortable.
"Perfect? Perfect for what?" Hidan demanded to know.
The man laughed and licked his lips, he nodded to two shinobi Hidan hadn't even noticed. With no effort at all, Hidan was stripped naked and the man came up behind him.
The priest stiffened in shock when the man grabbed his cock and slowly began pumping it. Hidan grimaced at his erection. As a priest of Jashin he was supposed to remain celibate no matter what! This was a gross violation of his religion.
Hidan let out a furious roar when the Kumo nin slipped pre-moistened fingers into his ass. The man seemed to be feeling for something and Hidan's cheeks were burning with mortification.
The man finally found what he was looking for.
"That's a virgin ass boys!" He said happily. "They'll pay us extra for a virgin ass!"
Hidan looked stricken.
"What are you talking about?" He asked.
"You're going to be sold as a sex slave to a very lucky lady or gentleman." The Kumo nin told the horrified priest.
"And what makes you think I'm going to do this willingly?" Hidan hissed in a desperate attempt to regain some dignity.
"I'm rather unique in the slave circuit. Not only do I sell civilians, but I also sell missing nin as high class sex slaves. The village authorities are always willing to look the other way about my little side business, as long as we don't target their loyal nin and it's a lot less trouble for them to not have to hunt you down."
Suddenly the Kumo nin made hand signs and struck Hidan in the chest. He was expecting a burst of chakra, but instead he felt a needles-and-pins sensation and a feeling as though something were slowly crawling, bleeding into his skin and latching into his chakra pathways like a parasite.
"What did you do to me?" Hidan asked, feeling woozy and falling onto his knees.
"I branded you." Explained the Kumo nin.
"You what?" Hidan asked incredulously. "You branded me? Like a fucking cow?" Hidan was pissed!
"Your not very bright are you?" The Kumo nin asked superciliously. "That's a curse seal. Curse seals can never be removed." At that the priest blanched.
"This particular curse seal is my own design. Ensuring your complete obedience to your new owner. There's no point in running a slave market for missing nin if they're just going to slaughter their owners and run now is there? That's bad business sense, so I have to ensure not only a highly proficient and obedient sex toy, but the safety of my clients. This is another reason why the authorities allow me to do what I do." He laughed humorlessly and walked away from the distraught priest, flanked by the other two shinobi.
"Oh fuck no! No no no no no no no no no no!" Hidan chanted, unable to deal with his surreal situation.
"This cannot be happening to me! I'm a priest of Jashin! Fuck! Dammit!"
Hidan began to hyperventilate, rendered as weak as a newborn kitten he could only sit there and scream and cry and rail against this hateful twist of fate!
The Kumo nin came back down.
"I said quiet slave!" He growled angrily.
Hidan couldn't even retort to the command, though his throat worked frantically, striving to get the words out of his head and into the air. With growing horror, he realized that the curse seal was already in play and there was not a Jashin-dammed thing he could do about it! That bastard Kakuzu would have paid a fortune for a curse seal like this. Hidan thought miserably. Hoping beyond hope that his partner would come and rescue him from this hellhole-on Leader's orders of course! Hot tears leaked down his cheeks as he sat in the steadily darkening hold of the ship.
The next morning Hidan woke up, feeling stiff and sore from sleeping on the tattered tatami mat on the floor. The door opened, flooding the hold with light and Hidan noticed three other people here. One was a civilian, blonde hair, well muscled blue eyes and chiseled features. He looked no older then sixteen. The other was a seething kunoichi from Oto. Looked to be in her twenties maybe, with tawny brown hair and vivid green eyes. The third was a redhead from Kusa, who had yet to wake up. The Kumo nin looked at them. He kicked the missing Kusa nin awake and had them strip him down, while beckoning to a gray-haired woman in her fifties. The redhead looked like hell. Hidan noticed, as she began to heal the man while her partner put the curse seal on the kunoichi who fought and struggled angrily against it.
"From now on your names will be Kokoro-" He said pointing to the kunoichi, he turned to the civilian, "Daisuke-" then to the redhead, "Mikio-" finally he turned to Hidan.
"You're a priest aren't you?" He asked him.
"Yes!" Hidan said proudly.
"Then your new name is Paradiso."
Hidan growled at him.
"What are your names slaves?" He asked them.
The civilian was predictably the first to break.
"Daisuke." He said and after he said it, his eyes went blank.
The three shinobi watched warily.
The weakened redhead was next.
"M-Mikio." He said with a pained expression on his face, struggling to mentally fight off whatever it was that was happening.
"Kokoro!" Snarled the kunoichi angrily, she tried to lash out but her body suddenly went limp.
"What happened to them?" Hidan demanded.
"You're a curious little bastard aren't you?" He asked congenially. "Well since you asked so nicely, I'll indulge you. The seals are erasing their old names as we speak. From now on you will be answering to your new names, you'll always remember that your a shinobi but some of our clients are respectable-" He said with a scoff, "and can't afford to be seen with S-Rank criminals, especially as sex slaves bought in an underground market."
He smiled smugly at Hidan. "What's your name?"
Hidan remained tight-lipped.
"Answer me slave!"
The ruthless Kumo nin demanded as Hidan struggled to keep his old name and fight back the new name that was implanting itself into every memory!
His resistance caused him physical anguish, which was clearly designed to cause the mind to slip so the jutsu could work it's magic. But Hidan was a Jashinist, so he was able to bear through it better then the others had and Hidan fought it hour after hour. By the time the jutsu had won the battle, Hidan was haggard and exhausted. He fell into a deep sleep and when he woke up, his name was lost to him forever.
The ship pulled into port and the four slaves were brought out into the night air, with curt commands to remain silent. Each of them glared hatefully at their cursed seals as they were moved into a flashy hotel under genjutsu, fed, bathed and pampered.
Paradiso stared sullenly as the medic nin checked him over. Aside from forgetting that he had ever been called by another name and that that name had been stolen by a memory modification jutsu. He certainly remembered everything else, the others stared unhappily at their captors, all experiencing a bitter sense of hazy loss.
For the next year, Paradiso and the others were put through training. They had to learn to act as personal servants, body guards and of course there talents had to be judged and honed in bed play. The kunoichi Kokoro, as well as the civilian Daisuke; who had had a complete memory modification had excelled in bed sport and were sold off quickly. Daisuke was sold to a rich elderly civilian widow in her sixties. Kokoro, unfortunately was sold to Kabuto, she looked so utterly defeated that even Paradiso felt a twinge of pity. She was being used as a subtle example. Nobody defected from Otogakure and escaped unscathed.
The only ones left now were him and Mikio, who was eventually sold to a young Daimyo in Wind Country. The greedy young man demanded to have a trial fuck and Paradiso was led away as the Daimyo bent Mikio over and began thrusting into him ruthlessly.
Finally it was his turn, there was a very large crowd milling around for a look at the gorgeous S-Rank criminal. Paradiso was shocked to see some familiar faces. Among them the Raikage who eyed him wrathfully. He also caught the surprised eyes of Zetsu melting stealthily into a tree.
Zetsu was shocked to see Hidan here on the private auctioning block. He had been sent to this miserable island to find new recruits for the Akatsuki, who was losing members at a rapid pace. His lighter half watched dispassionately, while his darker half took great delight at the priest's humiliated face when they brought him out stark naked.
"Paradiso is my finest catch yet. He's an S-rank criminal in peak condition and as you can all see-" Here the man paused and let out an appreciative laugh, "A fine piece of ass!" The crowd murmured in agreement.
Zetsu narrowed his eyes. "Paradiso?" He wondered. He sent a telepathic communication to Leader, asking him what should be done about Hidan.
"Paradiso has been trained in the arts of guard duty, personal attendant to your every whim and of course he's an excellent lover. He has plenty of fire in him, so he's going to need a strong hand to keep him under control. A shinobi of his caliber is not for the meek-minded. More importantly-" Here the man stopped to turn Hidan around and spreading his cheeks wide apart, much to the darker half of Zetsu's great amusement, "He's got a nice, tight virgin ass!"
Zetsu cocked his head and nodded coldly. Leader was not pleased by Hidan's failure, if there were any other missing nin deemed worthy he was to steal them away. Hidan could rot for all Leader cared.
The bids began and Paradiso could only sit there and seethe in silence, his face impassive and his legs spread wide open so that the buyers could get a better view of his attributes. One woman came up and asked to see his full length, several other woman and a few men stepped up to see for themselves as Paradiso was given a chakra surge to stimulate an erection for the crowds' critical eye. They were instantly appreciative and jostled around him to measure the length and circumference of his cock.
He was taken back stage and he could only wait and hope that the Raikage would be outbid. He may have been immortal but he wasn't immune to serious bodily injury, especially since he would have no choice but to obediently take it. Finally after long hours Paradiso was hesitantly sold to a young girl with fierce blue eyes and long chestnut hair. He trudged along sedately and as they began to board the boat as the genjutsu fell away and the painfully shy Hyuuga heir revealed herself.
Hinata had been sent here, on a recon mission to confirm rumors of a sex slave market that targeted missing nin. She had also been sent to confirm the deeply entrenched involvement of shinobi politics and a group of Kumo nin who captured and sold them as well as the occasional civilian. The very idea that even Konoha's council might be keeping her in the dark about this atrocious practice had made her send Hinata.
Hinata was a lot like a little mouse, she was quiet and gentle and slipped easily into a crowd, observing other people without being detected. Hinata knew who her "slave" was. He was an enemy of Konoha, a psychotic mass murderer, an immortal, and a member of the Akatsuki. "But no one, not even a criminal deserves to-to live like this." She told herself. "Sexually humiliated before a crowd and bought and sold like he was just an object without feelings. He's had a memory modification j-jutsu put on him, as well as a curse s-seal to make him obey every command he's given."
The trip back to the mainland took five days and Hinata, back under the genjutsu released him from his bonds.
"G-g-g-go on. Your free now."
Paradiso was dumbfounded. He hadn't spoken a single word to her this entire time and she was setting him free?
"Why?" He asked her.
"Because-well-um-because nobody deserves t-to be treated the way you were!"
"Damn straight I don't deserve to be treated like that!" He growled angrily.
He would have to make a new rosary and a new scythe! He was gonna rip that damn Kumo nin a new asshole! As thoughts of revenge flitted through his head he suddenly remembered Zetsu! That fucking cannibal was gonna get a taste of his scythe first!
Hinata shied away from the hate in his eyes as she watched Hidan walk away. She was vastly relieved to be out of his presence and also proud of herself.
Days later Hidan caught a badly burned Zetsu by surprise and pointed his scythe at the injured plant-man. Zetsu was badly injured and out of chakra. He had been left to die and was surprisingly easy prey.
"You fucking son-of-a-bitch!" Paradiso rasped. "Why the fuck did you leave me there? Huh? Answer me you piece of shit!"
He kicked viciously at the Kusa nin who didn't even possess enough strength to flee from the enraged priest. Zetsu was truly frightened. Even if he didn't show it. One of his hands was blackened and withered, he suffered very painful burns which had melted his skin off in some place and his flytrap had caught on fire. His lungs ached as he struggled to breathe from inhaling too much hot smoke. He suffered broken ribs and internal bleeding, he could no longer hear anything at all in his left ear and his eyesight was going fuzzy. He howled in pain as Hidan picked him up and flung him into a tree. He was unable to defend himself when the priest broke his good hand starting with his fingers, then his wrist then his arm.
"I was acting on orders Hidan!" Zetsu told him with quiet honesty.
There was vulnerability in those golden orbs. Zetsu wasn't hiding his emotions as well as he thought.'
Paradiso stilled. "What did you call me?" He asked Zetsu.
Zetsu seemed confused.
"That name? What was it?" He demanded impatiently.
Zetsu wondered if the Jashinist had finally lost his mind. Hidan had always tottered on the very brink of insanity. But Zetsu answered him anyways.
"Hidan. I called you Hidan."
"Why are you calling me Hidan?" He demanded to know.
"Because it's your name! What else would I call you you stupid prick?" The darker half of Zetsu, who had been oddly subdued ever since he'd sensed Hidan's chakra, had finally emerged. Paradiso ignored it.
"That's not my name dumb-ass! It's Paradiso!" He snarled angrily.
"They must have used a Memory Modification Jutsu on you you fool!" Zetsu snapped.
Paradiso remained wary, unsure if this was a trick or not, but then again he had known Zetsu for a long time so he was probably telling the truth.
"Hidan." He murmured tasting the strange name on his tongue. He looked at Zetsu.
An image flashed through his mind. An image of moon-pale eyes, a sweet, whisper-soft voice and gentle determination.
"Your a lucky bastard!" He grumbled as he turned around and walked away. He smiled and decided that it was high time to teach those Kumo nin a lesson! Later he would come back and finish off Leader. But he would spare Zetsu's life. Today Hidan had been taught an important lesson. Today he had learned about mercy.