So, apparently Hidan is from somewhere that is the complete opposite of where I put him in this story which I did not know but...hopefully this can still be interesting. : )

Symbol in the Snow

The Hidden Village of Ice sat lonely atop a high mountain peak, in a place where the sun never shone through hail-stormy clouds. Each year a hand-full of children were born, small, cold, with hair white as snow and eyes purple as the lips of one frozen over in ice. These frail people lived their lives in fear of the coming winters, where water skin and blood froze upon contact, and their children shivered and dropped one by one into the darkness of the mountaintop's curse. They were a dying people, ones who had no hope of survival. But one day, a fate befell them that was perhaps worse than a slow death.

Hidan was lost. The blizzard had begun early that morning, waking him from restless sleep as snow fell in chunks from the cliff overhang onto the roof of their hut. His mother was standing by the window looking out into the sheer white, wringing her hands, gently stroking the soft head of his new baby sister. It was the fifth blizzard of the month, a record for the Village of Ice since before Hidan was born twelve years ago, a bad omen for the oncoming winter which had yet to come. Dread hung languid in the air.

Up ahead something loomed in the blinding snow-light. Hidan pulled his cloak closer to his body as he stepped forward, wandering treacherously out from the solitary pine-tree where he had found rest and out toward the unknown object. As he neared he saw that the object was the dark of a cave, and the boy stopped by the entrance. A strong gust blew from behind him and knocked him forward, sending him sprawling into the snow. The cold quickly snuck in-between the gaps in his clothing, sending instant chills throughout his body. Hidan stood and brushed himself off then stepped inside the cave.

Earlier that day his mother was cooking a watery stew of the last bit of meat they had saved. Hidan sat upon the floor, slurping the hot soup and warming his hands on its steamy glass, ignoring his screaming baby sister who was hungry though they had no milk to feed her. Sitting in a chair by the window was his father, holding an empty bowl in his hand and the stump of one which he lost to frostbite before Hidan was born. The baby's screaming grew louder despite his mother's attempts to quiet her by carrying her round the room and cooing gentle words.

When Hidan finished eating he set the bowl on the floor. "Was that the last of our food?" he asked.

His parent's didn't answer, hardly acknowledged he had spoken. Hidan waited, but when they continued to stay silent he didn't have to ask again to figure out the answer.

"Can't we go hunting again?"

His father sullenly shook his head. "The blizzard is too fierce."

Hidan rose from the floor and leaned as close to the frosty window-pane as he dared. He could barely see the door of their neighbor's hut, which was sitting only a few yards away. Hidan scrunched his forehead into a frown. Across the way he imagined the Suzuki family, sitting in their slightly larger home, eating the meat the father with two hands had caught easily in the days before the blizzard. He turned away from the window and passed by his mother on the way to the little bedroom in the back. Once there he burrowed under the blankets and listened to the wind screaming outside his window.

As he stepped inside the cave the air immediately became quiet. He removed his wet and snowy cloak from his shoulders and hung it on a rock to dry. He foolishly left home in the afternoon, thinking he could hunt for food and save himself and his dying family. Unlike the rest of the passive people of Ice, Hidan was born with a fire burning in his heart, to live, and it was simply waiting for something to feed its flames.

The white haired boy began to wander the cave to keep his frosted joints in motion. He pounded his worn boots on the icy ground, making the gargantuan icicles shake from their precarious hold on the ceiling. Ever since he was old enough to think for himself he believed the village was a worthless place, that there must be more to life, to the world, than snowy days and hungry nights.

"Oh Kami, save me from this place," he whispered, warm breath turning to cold fog in the stagnant air.

As he turned to stare out into the raging blizzard something flashed in the snow by the entrance, catching his eye. He approached the object and dug it out from the snow, then held it up to the light. It was a brass necklace, shiny though it seemed old, and a pendant hung from the bottom in the shape of an upside down triangle inside a circle.

Hidan stared at the strange symbol, intrigued. In all his years he had never found anything while walking through the snow, believed that no one lived in the desolate place other than the villagers in Ice. Who had dropped such a precious thing at the foot of this cave?

Hidan placed the necklace securely in the pocket of his pants and wrapped his cloak around his shoulders. It was foolish to wander through the blizzard, and he decided it was time to go home.

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so this is the first chapter of the story. It's short but the others are longer and hopefully I can keep updating soon! Also i was planning to post this after I completed it but i kind of hit a wall so I decided just to post and hopefully I'll finish.