'My legs burn and my knuckles are bleeding…' She walked quietly down the new unfamiliar and isolated park, it was called… 'Nara park, was it?' She reached into her pocket and pulled out a black ipod and then stuffed the headphones in her ears before turning it on and listening to the song that was ready to be played. Her hands quivered slightly and her legs kept moving forward, carrying her through the deserted park. Another fight at school, some students had messed with her as always and she didn't take their crap like she had been doing for the past four months. Her father would be so infuriated with her, so it would be best if she hid and relaxed in the park for a while. She was known as the school 'Yankee' and even she knew it, she had been living in Japan for about four months and she still wasn't use to her school. People made fun of her because she hadn't made too many friends yet and the fact that she never stayed in one place for long due to her father's occupation. Ash hissed as she flexed her fingers and the burning sensation in her knuckles stung. She had punched a boy right in the face and continued to punch him until he slumped against the wall; she then took a run for it and skipped the remaining classes. Ash looked around the peaceful park. She had read the sign when she hopped the gates, Nara Park: Native land for deer and a quiet community. It was a pretty nice park, she had to admit that. The large canopy of the trees almost covered the sky because there was so much vegetation, and the grass here was good for grazing anima-! Ash quickly held her hands out in front of her once she felt her foot snag upon something and then went hurling toward the ground. She braced herself but still fell face first into the dirt and grass. 'Crap! Does someone have something against me today?!' She thought while giving a cold death glare toward the sky, '' 'what the hell made me trip in the…' Ash looked over her shoulder, and in a instant her bemused mixed with seething expression fell. 'In the.. First place..'
She quickly flipped herself over so she was sitting on her behind and then scrambled away from the object she saw sticking out of the dirt ground. "A hand… is sticking out of the ground, are you kidding me, a freaking hand. It has to be fake, can't be real?" She reached up and then tousled her blond hair a bit before thinking a bit. 'A murder, would if..' Her eyes flickered to the hand again, something then stopped her heart.
The index finger twitched… B-bump, B-bump, B-bump. Heart started up again that's good. "A zombie" she started to laugh in hysterics. That was rich! She must be seeing things for sure.
"Shuu fumup." A hoarse muffled yell came. She looked around trying to figure out where the voice came from. Ash scrambled over to the hand and she carefully reached out slowly. Her hand encircled the pale dirt covered wrist of the hand. It twitched suddenly and then the hand clenched slowly. The person is still alive?!
"Holy shit, don't worry I'll get you out!" she called out, flabbergasted that the person was still alive even if he was covered by a shitload of dirt. She started dig with her fingers and nails and move the dirt to the side. She didn't know why she had a strange impulse to help, maybe it was because if she was buried she would want someone to help her but they probably wouldn't take the time to do so in the first place.
As she managed to unearth the dirt around the hand, she saw a pale dirt smudged arm. It would wave around as much as it could and reach down to dig the dirt away as well. She listened to the music and watched the arm while trying to help the person out. She wondered if someone like a mafia tried to kill him by burying him alive, like they do in the movies. Once the arm, hand, and shoulder was visible and the dirt was starting to thin the body part made a sudden movement. The palm of the hand placed itself on the ground and then with a powerful amount of strength it pushed up, the veins and muscles bulged in that movement and the ground started to crack. A mound formed underneath the dirt and then another arm shot out, this one surprised me. The hand appeared to be broken and some of the flesh was hanging off by a little sliver. Ash continued to watch in amazement, she was bewildered. Silver hair appeared out of the dirt and was followed by a forehead, the arm then gave way and it sank back down while waving in the air quickly. Her hand reached out and grasped onto the arm, she then stood to her feet and backed up a bit before giving a hard tug. The head popped out of the ground and his face was covered by long silver hair, then his neck and torso. His tattered clothing was covered in dirt and a dark liquid; honestly he looked like he had been hit by a truck or something.
"FUCK!" he yelled out unexpectedly, causing her to slightly jump. "Took you long enough Kakuz-.." he lifted up his silver mop covered head and faced her, he then blew some air from his mouth causing the hair to fly up swiftly before flying back down… He had strange violet eyes with a tint of pink to them "Oi, who the fuck are you?"
She just stared at him blankly, "Could be asking you the same question, Mr. Zombie" If she could see his face he probably would have shot a glare at the girl. "Wait a minute, doesn't your arm hurt?"
"Of course it does bitch!" he screeched at her before pushing his lower body out of the dirt and then lying back on the grass. She shrugged and turned her head before listening to the next song on her ipod. "I was down there forever! Where the hell is Kakuzu, the bastard!" he complained.
"You know, you look like a man but you act like a girl." She told him as matter of fact while stifling a laugh. He grumbled and then lifted up his silver dirty matted hair to glare at her. "What year is it?"
"What do you mean what year is it? New years was only a couple of weeks ago!" He glared at her once more. She simply huffed at him, "2009."
"It's been centuries…" he mumbled, she looked at him oddly and then sat there while he examined his broken and ripped body. He certainly was eccentric and rude. He must be one of those geeks who play Middle Ages games all day or something? "The shinobi era is gone now then; if so then the Akatsuki must be gone as well… Fuck."
"Shinobi? As in Ninja?" She asked him questionably.
"What do you think bitch, of course." Her eyebrow twitched at his words, he better shut up with the whole cursing and calling me names thing if he knew what's good for him.
"Shut up, I'm the one that helped you.." she pondered a bit, she had found a Shinobi. Wait wait! How was he still alive then? What in god's name happened to him? "Wait how the bloody hell are you still alive."
"Feh, I'm immortal…"
She had pinched herself several times after he explained everything. She wasn't dreaming, this was real all right. She had found a century old immortal in a park who was rude and foul-mouthed. This was an odd moment. She had asked more about him and he informed her that he was a killer as well; he proved that fact once he managed to unearth a large three bladed scythe that was under the dirt like he was. Psycho. If that wasn't enough, he was now following her for no reason at all. He said that he had nowhere else to go; she figured that he could she could sneak him in the apartment complex she lived in. Her father wouldn't be back until late due to his work, but the manager would throw a fit if he walked in with that large… grim reaper looking thing over his shoulder. He was complaining on how long he had been stuck in that hole and how hungry he was. People looked at her more then they usually did, it was because of her hair color before and now it was because of this guy. It was expected though; he wore tattered dirty odd clothing and had long silver locks. He appeared to be a hobo. Once they reached the apartment complex, she put a finger to her lips and then grabbed on to his arm while being careful of his hurt hand. She tugged him inside at the speed of light and up the stairs; she couldn't risk him being in an elevator. They bolted up the stairwell and hurried to the fourteenth floor. She pushed him down the hall and unlocked the apartment door quickly before shoving him inside and going in after him. She slammed the door and locked it behind her before sighing.
"Damn you didn't have to shove me Bitch!" he yelled, her hand shot out and snatched a fistful of his silver hair then yanked him down so he could be eye level with her. Her eyes gave a sinister cold glare and her blonde eyebrow twitched.
"The name is Ash, call me bitch one more time and I will take a lead pipe to your forehead. Got that?" she asked sternly, he held back the insults and gave a nod. He couldn't really yell and holler at her since she gone to all the trouble of getting him out of the dirt abyss. She then cracked a smile and walked off while muttering a "Wait here."
He scanned the home, it was large and everything was nice and neat. Never expected someone like this broad to be staying in a place like this. She then came back a few minutes later, her arms filled with clothes and a towel. She pointed to a door. "The bathroom is over there, go get cleaned up. I will fix you something to eat and get some needle and thread to stitch up your skin."
"Why not just go to the hospital?" he asked trying to sound less agitated.
"Do you want to explain to the doctor why your skin is hanging off by only a bit of flesh?" she retorted while heading into another room. He grumbled and then walked off toward the bathroom; he then disappeared inside and shut the door.
Ash dug through the drawers, trying to find things she would need. Needle and thread, alcohol, a hair tie (So he could get that long hair out of his face, it reached pass his chin for god's sake.), and bandages. She turned off the ipod and heard the sound of running water. She honestly had no idea why she was helping him, maybe it was because she found him and he was her responsibility now. She would ask him his name after he stepped out of the shower. Ash hoped the clothes fit him; he couldn't wear those tattered ones. He looked around the age of eighteen or nineteen; her dad was about thirty seven and was about six feet tall. She sighed, getting into fights and trouble was enough but now she was a care-taker of a over two hundred year old immortal? The shower cut off and she gathered all of the things into her hands and then sprawled them on the table. The bathroom door creaked open and he stepped out in a white button up dress shirt and black slacks. His hair was dripping wet and it hung down over his face, he held the towel on his head and began to dry his silver mop. She laughed a bit at him.
"You look dashing Mr. Zombie" she said as he made his way over to the table.
"Aww shut the fuck up.." 'This is gonna be one hell of a night, damn girl..'
'Damn Zombie..'
This idea popped into my head while listening to music today, Hidan is a favorite Akatsuki character of mine and I would love to meet him in person. I curse a lot and he curses a lot, he pwns and I can pwn, a lot of similar things. Not to mention he has great hair!~ -Holy church music comes on- Yeah the girl in the story is pretty much based off of me, I am a yankee and love my ipod. Thanks for reading, next chapter will be up soon. I do not own Naruto, if I did then Hidan would live in my closet. Bye bye for now!