This is dedicated to the Awesome Hidan of Akatsuki. I never got the grasp [or hint] of Hidan's

Back story so from interpretation, I have created this to help with some other writer's blocks I have.

If you have any further ideas I MAY possibly use them Lemme know :]

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It was a bustling city…the Land of Tea..known for major trading amongst the countries around the world. It was a happy times…this time at least before the Kyuubi ransacked Konoha….

"Honey! The Chidos are here, please bring in some more carrots and help your father!" Called a gentle yet. Authority like voice.

"Yes Mom.." A cheery boy replied. He skipped through the tight alley beside their house to see a tall lean man working the field with his scythe. He turned around with a warming smile."Ah, I see your mother sent you…are we that busy?"

"Yeah Dad, the Chidos are here Ma says to pick up their order." He said plucking a thin golden grass and placing it between his teeth to mimic his father who in return gave an approving grin.

"Very well then, take the sack over there."

"K! I'll be back though,!" He said throwing the burlap sack over his tiny shoulder and running off again.

"Hidan! You be careful you hear?!"

"YES PA!" He said tripping over a rock falling flat. No matter, he got everything together and continued his little 'quest'.

This was Hidan in his best years he ever had…though now I'm sure he will never recall them..and wishes he could go back..to live one of those days…to be weaker, to have family…to be mortal. To not even become a jashinst, not to be in the power hungry Akatsuki. So what did happen…why did this happy boy become…a blood thirsty monster tormented by his very own existence.

Hidan gave the vegetables to his mother and then ran back to help his dad, he was only five fast approaching the age of six, but he was a hyper and restless child that work was actually a pass-time for the lad. He always enjoyed watching his father swing the scythe to reap what he, himself had sewn only a few months prior.

After a few passing hours of helping Hidan was let go to bustle and play amongst the other children.

"Hey look its Hidan!" One boy whooped from a tree, jumping down and landing on Hidan.

"Oh come on Taro, I worked the fields with Pa today and I don't want to be jumped on…" He said frowning. In this hierarchy Hidan had a rather low position, constantly being mocked, picked on, shoved around and even called a girl! Sure they were his friends…he worked a lot and had no relatives his age so he had to make due..even though a grasshopper was treated more humbly than HE was..

After a few hours of roughing around [mainly getting the crap beat out of him] Hidan went home..

"Hidan?!" He mother yelled rushing over to him and wiping his dirty cheek on her apron. He soft black hair engulfed Hidan's face and he sneezed furiously at it. He didn't really liked being touched a lot…because he was the one getting beat by his ;'friends' constantly.

His father stroked his light smokey beard.

"You have'ta stop coming home like that Hidan, someone pick on you?"

"N-no, it's just me and my friends you know!" He squirmed out of his mothers arms but didn't escape a goodnight kiss as he rushed upstairs to bed.

"He worries me sometimes…how is he supposed'ta be a top ninja when he's getting pushed 'round like that?" He father mumbled.

"Don't worry Takai…if I recall…there was once a little boy afraid to even go outside let alone fight." She dotted him a grin.

Takai grinned and held his wife tightly…

Yes this was all…just a perfect life a perfect family a perfect time it was…but all things must come to an end wither it be the the cold clutches of war or a silent sudden end…

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