Heathens! Heathens the lot of them! Burying him in a god damned hole, in the god damned forest for near twenty years! How dare they! Damn the leaf, damn the Nara boy! Damn the lot of them! Every one of these things crossed the mind of the silver haired jashinest. He was blown to bits, thousands of bits by the Nara boy, but by grace of his god, his loving savior and holy lord, he was free. Emaciated, but free. He'd woken up back together again ten fucking feet down sore and angry. His silver hair was long and dirty, his finger nails much the same, and he desperately wanted a meal and hot bath.
"Lord jashin," the once great priest spoke aloud as he stumbled through the forest, "I know it is not my place, but may I ask why you have given me such a gracious gift?"
When he received no answer, he understood it was not his place to know.
He was damn near passing out when he came upon a nomadic tribe, probably some sort of circus people by the looks of it, making camp in a clearing field. large wagons that almost made a person feel bad for the horses that pulled them formed a circle around an outrageously dangerous sized fire. It was nearly nightfall now, the sun set beautifully on the horizon painting the sky a bright orange, blending with the flames. It was then he realized he was surrounded by fire fires, millions of them.
What a new, gorgeous world this was, it was almost as if nothing had changed. Hidan never noticed himself fading. He fell then, face planting into the tall grass around him in the field.
Groaning, the silver haired exAkatsuki woke. His hair, a bit less dirty now but still just as long hung in his face. He got the odd sensation of moving all of a sudden, whatever he was riding in hit a bump, jolsting the man fully awake.
It was dark, he noticed, he lay sort of on a day bed, a kitchen about three feet to his left, a wall behind him and in front of him. He could make out all sorts of knickknacks, large tacky fake jems, string of all colors and lengths, mirrors and other shiny objects nailed to every wall. The moving home it seemed hit another bump, Hidan sat up, only to knock his head on the lowered ceiling over the day bed.
"God damn it," he hissed, holding the forming goose egg. He was glad to be rid of Kakazu, though in a way he missed the bickering. Kakuzu probably would have insulted Hidan's intelligence by now, and frankly Hidan did not need to be reminded he was an idiot. Not that he was an idiot, ohh, never mind.
"You awake?" He heard a female voice call and suddenly the room flooded with light. A sliding door only about three feet square opened to the front of the tiny room, which he found to be inside of a carriage, probably one of the wagons he'd seen, judging by the moving scenery and horse's ass in his line of view.
Most importantly though, he was meet by a smiling face. Long hair framed the youthful face before him. Her eyes were the prettiest shade of lavender he'd ever seen, and that hair, he thought, was very unique, white, just like his own with perhaps a tint of pink. Just what the fuck is this all about?
"I was beginning to think you were dead," she joked, showing off her perfectly crooked smile, "you been out for a whole four days, you hungry?"
The priest was quick to nod yes, a deep scowl taking over his face. The girl, after tying her long driving reins to a stick on the drivers seat, hopping though the square panel and shuffled things around on a shelf just under where she entered. He got a good look at her then, she couldn't be more than sixteen, maybe seventeen, not too shabby on the curves either.
Ducking this time, he swung his feet over the edge of the bed, only to discover the cloths he wore were not his own.
"My uncle found you in the grass not to far from camp," she spoke with a voice like gold, soft and sweet but firm and factual, "we figured you were in some sort of trouble, so we hid you in this wagon."
He wasn't really listening, he was more focused on the red cloth she was handing him. After unwrapping it, he found what he assumed to be home made bread and jerky. She went to the back of the wagon then, opening what sounded like another door. More light came from that direction and he decided it was another door or window out the back. She came back with a tin cup of water, but he was already eating. More like inhaling actually.
"Your gonna puke if you keep that up," she scolded, "I ain't got no bucket."
She was right, he decided as his stomach twisted, he felt his stomach muscles contract but stopped himself just short of vomiting. He grimaced and slowed down a bit. After starving so long, his stomach was not so accustomed to food anymore . A hand extended in his direction, and he took it after starring at it for several seconds. He look up at her smiling face yet away as she gave him a firm handshake.
"Amira," she beamed.
"Hidan," he replied flatly. He bit off another piece of jerky, chewing toughly before having another look around. Behind her, he noticed himself in a broken mirror.
"I look like death," he noted narrowing his eyes at his reflection, and he did indeed know what death looked like. What happened to his beauty? His muscled appearance and devilish good looks?
"Probably ought to do something with the rest of you when we get stopped tonight, you can get a proper bath and I'll cut that hair if you want," Amira offered, but he said nothing, only looked down at his skinny pale fingers. After lingering a moment she was gone, back though the sliding door with the reins in hand. He didn't see her again until they stopped that night, though the ache in his stomach remained.
He could hear a flute playing as he felt the jolt of the carriage wheels stopping. He could hear rustling and boots crunching on the ground as yet another light source opened.
"Come on out," he heard Amira call, and eager to stretch his legs, he stood up, ducking this time. Getting up shakily and moving to the right, he could now see around the wall. Down two small steps, a worn blue door with a shiny brass knob was open, revealing the world to Hidan. Every colored horse moved past this door, some large work horses, some tiny ponies, and then came the tents, every color cloth in the rainbow was present, and as he emerged from the carriage, he discovered an elephant, believe it or not, that was being used as a jungle gym for three little kids as another woman tended to a mother and baby giraffe on the left side of the caravan, on the right, an irritated male lion, proud as he was a pretty, paced nervously in a iron barred cage. Zebras and camels, moneys and dogs alike milled with the people, when finally he noticed Amira, coming towards him between the people in the crowed camp.
" I found something for you stomach here," she said handing him a dirt covered root and a bar of soap, "creek is down that hill."
Scowling, the jashinist took both, and headed to said creek.
Why did he have to find such an annoying girl? An annoyingly beautiful girl. An amazingly beautiful, annoying girl. She treated him like a child! He was a grown ass man! He didn't need anyone else's help, he needed to make a sacrifice, the circus people would do nicely, and lay in a pool of blood for a while, that was all, and maybe have a snack later too actually. Yes, they'd scream like stuck pigs, whine like a dieing dog, yowling like they were on deaths door, and he would love every minute of it.
"Hidan, is that any way to thank her for her hospitality?" His gods voice echoed in his head. The priest immediately dropped to his knees, hands clasped over his heart in prayer.
"Lord jashin I only wish to please you," he said aloud, looking around for something to slit his wrists, anything.
"Not now, my son, your place on earth is much different now," his god answered, so the white haired man settled for drawing the symbol of his faith on his chest with his finger after clutching for his pendant that wasn't there.
"Please, I beg of you lord jashin, guide me, for I am lost," Hidan begged, but his god did not answer. Confused, Hidan sat on his knees for a little while longer before standing. He then resumed what he was doing, continuing his way to the river. Just what the fuck was he supposed to be doing if he wasn't sacrificing?
Washing up, standing waist deep in the steady stream, Hidan couldn't help but feel something was amiss. Lord Jashin always gave him guidance, lord Jashin always gave him praise, but now his god was flooring him to do something much different, and he wasn't entirely sure what that was.
Not to say Hidan was stupid, but he certainly wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, but certainly he could see it had something to do with his mirror image in famine fourm. He decided to quiz her when he returned.
Redressing now, he went over everything he knew in his head. One, he was alive, but the Akatsuki, he assumed, was no longer. Two, he was in a wonderful position since no one knew him, plus free food and a place to stay with the nomads. Three, his lord and a plan for him, and he supposed he would have to figure it out himself.
Hidan had eaten the root a while ago, and besides making him feel bloated, it solved his pre existing problem of what felt like colic. He almost stomped back into camp only to shut himself back up in the wagon. He tried his best to ignore the dull roar outside, and then the literal lions roar every few minutes. He was sure night had come by the time his dinner came. He could see Amira's shadow by the light from the fire, and an oil lamp turned on over head. She shut the door and lit a few more, all while Hidan watched. His eyebrows were raised which gave his bored and tired expression a look of interest.
"What are you doing?" He asked calmly to her turned back, he was feeling tired again now.
"Ah! He speaks! I was beginning to think I was getting the cold shoulder!" She said with a giggle, but when he didn't respond, she gave him the answer, " I'm fixing up your dinner a little."
A few moments later he has a tin bowl of thin soup in his hands. The broth was a greenish yellow color and the vegetables and herbs in it were clear to the naked eye. As his sifted though it he noticed no meat. That mean either they were vegetarians, or were too poor and unskilled to get any. He assumed the later.
"How do I know for sure you didn't poison it?" He asked, smelling a small spoonful. it didn't smell strange.
"Why would I do that?" She asked, sounding sincere, and that was all he needed. If this soup was a pool he would have jumped in off of the diving board it spooned it into his mouth so fast. He swallowed about three spoon fulls before he spat it out. the first two went directly down his throat not even tasting, but on the third, he realized it tasted like shit!
"What the fuck is this? Horse piss?" He asked, shoving the bowl back into her arms and spilling a bit on the floor. Amira acted suppressed if not a little frustrated. She'd taken care of him this long and graciously given him her own bed and he had the nerve to insult her aunts cooking?
"Alright then, fine, don't eat at all, I swear the nerve of some people!" she mocked, and the silver haired jashinist was on her in an instant, pale hands around her neck, squeezing the life out of her. She choked and gasped and at one point tried to scream but it came out as a ragged breathe. He was going to kill her, that was that and Jashin would be pleased with such a pretty young thing, that was until, he felt a twinge of pain in his head suddenly come on. The older man dropped to the ground taking things out as he went, screaming all the way. His head! My god the pain in his head!
He said nothing and the pain continued, spreading further down his neck and into his arms, a searing, aching, throbbing, pain that made a ritual look like a walk in the park.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Hidan finally screeched, and the pain was gone. Panting, Hidan looked up at Amira who was taken aback. She was a young girl, she probably knew nothing of jashinisum or true pain.
"Apologize to her Hidan," his gods voice echoed in his head. He quickly responded.
"I'm, I'm sorry," Hidan sucked in a deep breathe after he spoke, "god damn," he said in the exhale.
"Your ok…" Amira said quietly, now rethinking her concent to let the man stay with her, " you sick your somethin'?"
Hidan opened his mouth to speak, though he found he was unable to speak. He tried a few more times before he simply nodded. Lord Jashin did not want the priest to tell her about his religion he resolved.
"That's ok, I am too," she smilied and helped him to sit up on the bed. Her uncle opened the door a few moments later to check on her, The whole caravan was probably wondering the same, though she dismissed him quickly.
"You don't look too damn sick," he noted, trying to strike up conversation. He was drawn to her warm personality, her acceptance of him when she barely knew him. He was drawn to her eyes and he was compelled to find out more about her.
"I can't have babies," she explained, " that's why my husband divorced me."
He assumed an aranged marriage, girls are often married off young in these nomadic tribes, and he wondered if that's why this girl lived with her uncle. Though he knew little about these people, more than a few came though his town on vacation and he knew kids were important to them. Weather that was a disowning offense he didn't know.
"You ever been married?" She asked, attempting to hand him back the soup calmly, and this time he took it. He shook his head no, trying not to grimace as he swallowed. Why did it matter if he was rude to her? Why did it matter if he ate this shit? He should demand a better meal! But he didn't.
"So, uh, not to sound stupid or nothing," Hidan grunted after a particularly nasty bite of soup, "but haven't you noticed that we look a lot alike?"
"Do we?" She deadpanned, she couldn't really be that stupid could she?
"Well, I know our eyes are the same, but I mean, my hair is bleached this color, and," she began to babble but he cut her off.
"Okay, okay, shut up," he sighed, face palming. Hidan attempted to again tell her that his lord had brought them together but was unable again to mention anything about it.
"You okay?" She asked but it was meet by another sigh.
"Fine, listen, i just need to pray for a while," Hidan put his bowl down on the daybed and stood up. There wasn't much room in the carriage, so while Amira shuffled to the side, she directed him to to the door. The violet eyed man huffed, as if he didn't know where the door was.
Hidan stalked off into the field. He needed to get away, he needed to clear his head. Weaving though a very small wood lot a dirt deer path he found himself on a cliff. There must be a waterfall nearby, judging by the odd placement of the formation however he couldn't hear anything. It was silent save for the crickets.
The moon was huge from where he stood, it was almost as if he could reach out and touch it. So large and pale, sort of like his dick, he laughed immaturely. For a moment after he noticed them, Hidan couldn't tell the difference between the fire flys and the stars. But after having to swat the Mosquitos away, he resolved to get his prayer done and not bother with bugs.
Hidan got to his knees and bowed his head, his hands on the ground in a bowing position.
"Lord Jashin, I do not have a sacrifice for you, so I am unsure if you will listen," he spoke aloud. When his god did not answer, he was unsure of what else to say. He continued anyway.
"You do not wish for me to speak of you to her, and I do not understand why. I am lost my lord, I fail to see my my purpose. Have I not pleased you in my past? Do you demand more sacrifices?"
"Hidan," Jashin spoke, "you have done more than please me in your past. I am rewarding you in the present. Cease your questioning. Because of your constant insistency, I am demanding you sacrifice thirty souls, however they may not be any way connected to Amira."
Hidan was elated that his god took time for him, but he understood his actions and the consequence. Without his weapon, or any weapon really, he'd be forced to kill with his bare hands, and that was no bother to Hidan. A sinister smirk played across the face of the platinum haired man.