Okay, so I was reading a really good tragedy not too long ago, and then the idea popped into my head to do this. No, this is not based off of what I read, it's totally different. I just got inspiration to do a tragedy. It may or may not be M, I don't really care. I'd rather this NOT get erased, ya know?

And yes, this is in the ninjaverse.

Warnings: OCs, OOCness, Cussing (Duh), limes, and fluff, depending on how far ahead you are there may be a couple spoilers, and suicide.

Disclaimer: Would Hidan be dead if I owned Naruto in any way, shape, or form? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK?

Dedication: To love, to pain, and to happily sad endings.

BEGIN!

Chapter One

(OC P.O.V.)

When I first saw him, I honestly wanted to laugh. It was late, and I was walking home in the rain. He was lying in the middle of the street, passed out drunk, and snoring loudly. Umbrella in hand, I knelt over him to get a good look. He was handsome. He had silver hair, chiseled abs, pale skin, and a very attractive face. His hair was sticking to his face thanks to the rain, and his pants (He wasn't wearing a shirt) were soaked through. I guess I can't just leave him out here in the rain. I shut my umbrella and laid it down, ignoring the pelting rain. I then slipped my thin arms under his shoulders and proceeded to drag him to my home.

Ten minutes later, we were in my house. Sweaty and panting, I dragged him to my couch. After a couple minutes of cussing, yanking, and shifting, I finally had him on it in a laying position. He must have drunk a lot, because he hadn't even stirred once in the entire process. Sighing, I covered him with a blanket. Although I was familiar with the male body, I refused to take his clothes off. I didn't care how wet they were, or that he was soaking my couch. To do that would just be wrong.

He's going to have one hell of a hangover. I thought. Shaking my head at the stupidity of men, I went to my kitchen and prepared my dinner. After finishing, I went to bed.

That night, I dreamt of the silver haired mystery man. In my dreams, he was drinking himself silly, and I had to bring him to my house, where he died. I then had to explain to his psycho family exactly WHY the man had died in my care. From there, I was sentenced to being a toad for the rest of my life. Weird, I know.

I woke up early the next morning. The sun wasn't even out yet, it was that early. Stretching, I thought about my unexpected houseguest. Bet you a million bucks he won't be up yet. I quietly got dressed, then decided to check on him. When I walked into the room, I heard him groaning. Quickly, I rushed over to him. He was sweating, and tossing and turning in his sleep. I felt his forehead. As I expected, he had a high fever. Probably from being in that damn rain too long. I filled a bowl with cool water and grabbed a towel from my kitchen. Softly, I dabbed the now wet towel on his forehead. He seemed to feel better after a while, because he quite thrashing around.

Absently, I started singing softly. "Out of sight, out of mind, of time, to decide, should I run? Should I hide, for the rest, of my life? Can we fly, do I stay, we could lose, we could fail, in the mo-ment it takes, to make plans or mistakes…" (30 Minutes by Tatu. I highly suggest listening to it)

(Change P.O.V.)

Oh my fucking Jashin. (Guess who!) My body ached all over, like I had been run over by a boulder. My head was fucking pounding every second, and I was fucking STARVING. Fuck! "Ouch…" I moaned, reaching for my head. Instead of my head, though, my hand bumped into someone else's. I cracked my eyes open. Leaning over me, with a concerned expression on her face, was a beautiful woman. Probably the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, in fact. She had messy black hair, which reached down to her waist, and big amethyst eyes, which seemed to glow in the dimness of the room we were in. Her skin was creamy looking, almost pure white, and her lips were rosy red and moist looking. She was wearing a smoky gray silk kimono, with a black tie (WHAT'S the word?) around her waist.

Her eyes were wide, and she placed a cool, smooth hand on my forehead. This can't be real. I'm still passed out, and this is a drunken mirage. Damn is it good, though. Mentally, I thanked Jashin-Sama for giving me such a nice dream. I guess there are angels after all. Then she spoke, her soft, musical voice pulling me out of my thoughts. "You must have had a lot to drink. I think your body may have gone into shock." For a moment, I was confused. Why would I dream about an angel talking about my drinking? Then, realization that this wasn't a dream and that Kakuzu didn't fucking bring me back to the base after I passed out hit me. "THAT FUCKING BASTARD... OW…" I grabbed my head, which had started to start pounding harder after my outburst. Son of a bitch. I then realized that I had no idea where the fuck I was, and shot up.

Too bad I knocked into the purple-eyed angel, who lost her balance. She would have fallen if I hadn't snatched her and pulled her into my lap. When I did, her vanilla scent wafted into my nose. Dear Jashin-Sama, thank you. She looked up at me, slight annoyance written on her face. "You probably shouldn't move too fast, you'll get a headache." I smiled at her like an idiot. Her lips quivered, and she gave a small smile back. I would have been perfectly content to hold her like that for several hours, but she coughed and said "Umm, you can let go of me now." When I didn't immediately, her face got an annoyed hint to it again, and she slipped out of my grasp.

She stood up, and I shook my head (OW) to clear my thoughts. She giggled a bit, causing my heart to start thumping faster. "How do you feel?" she prodded, pulling up my chin so she could see me. I smirked at her, finally coming to my senses. "Fan-fucking-tastic. I fucking LOVE hangovers. You a doctor or something?" She rolled her eyes and started walking away. "Good to know." She said sarcastically. "Hey, fucking wait!" I called, scared for a second that she'd leave. Startled, she paused and turned back to me. "Yes?" She had that worried tint back in her eyes. I realized how stupid it would sound if I said something like 'Don't leave me!', so I thought fast. "Uh, I was just wondering what your name is." She smiled at me again, almost causing a blush to show up on my face. "Kumori. Mitsune Kumori. And yours?" I smirked. "Hidan. Just Hidan." Her smile disappeared, and she quickly fell to a bow.

(Kumori P.O.V.)

Fucking Hell. Forgive me, Lord Hidan-Sama!" I cried. Of fucking course he ends up being a fucking member of the fucking Akatsuki. Why the fuck didn't I just fucking drag him to the fucking bed? Now I'm fucking dead! Ah, shit, shit, shit, shit! His voice sounded amused when he spoke. "For what? You got my fucking ass out of the Jashin-damned rain." I heard movement, and then he pulled my face up to his. He was kneeling in front of me. "THANK you, Kumori-Chan."He was smiling in what looked to be a sincere manner. Relieved, I stood up and back. "You're more than welcome." I then turned and went to the kitchen. You know, he was deathly sick just a few minutes ago… I glanced at the apparently fine man, and shuddered. Must be a ninja thing. If not, an Akatsuki thing.

(Hidan P.O.V.)

I mentally winced as she shuddered after looking at me. I could tell from her manner that it was most definitely NOT a shiver (Because there is a fucking difference) from being aroused. Damn, she must be a civilian. I followed her into the kitchen. "What are you doing?" I asked, curious. She gave me a What-The-Fucking-Hell-Do-You-THINK look over her shoulder. I just grinned. "I'm just preparing breakfast. I'll make you some hot tempura soup, if that's fine." My stomach chose that moment to make itself known. I grinned as she nodded and got started. Praise Lord Jashin-Sama.

(Kumori P.O.V.)

As I prepared our meal, I didn't realize, didn't even get a slight ominous feeling, about what I was doing to myself. That was the beginning of the end. It was for this reason that my fate was sealed, without my knowledge.

Okay, mah biz-nitches, That was the first chapter. Didja like it? Hate it? Have suggestions? You know what to click if you do! PWEASE! Before I set Kimino-Nee-Chan on you!

Kimino- Review, you $$es! OR I SHALL DEVOUR YOUR SOULS!

Me- … I tink that that's taking it a LITTLE too far.

Kimino- No, taking it too far would be to shove Hidan-Chan's rosary thingy up there

Hidan- THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY, BITCH?

Kimino- You heard me, Hidan-CHAN!

Me- *loud fighting and screamed curses in the background* Well, Until the next chapter, I guess. *Dodges Hidan's scythe* Bye ya'll!