Author thoughts: This is my first attempt at a Hurt/Comfort story and I hope you all read it and enjoy. The character Jashin in this fan-fic looks like the one in the link on my profile.

With vast amounts of power usually comes vast responsibility. At least for this being, having great power did not give him the responsibility he wanted. Jashin was a prevailing god of war and death. The thousands of people killed in the harsh times of the Feudal Japan wars gave him his strength from their spilled blood. The dark lord would find it very useful, but no one acknowledged him as the god he was.

Death was a part of human life and whether it came from natural causes or from violence; he should be being praised for it. At least, that's what he thought. Yet everyone hated the endless cycle of death. It snatches away loved ones from their friends and families and brings a wave of sadness and despair. Sighing, Jashin was fully aware no one would truly appreciate him.

...Oddly, he was just fine with that.

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A loud yawn emitted from under the sheets of a small bed. From under the blankets sprang a fair skinned and silver-haired child. Yanking on a pair of dark grey long shorts, he bolted out of his small bedroom. He almost never wore a shirt unless it was cold out, and they were right in the middle of summer. The lack of lighting from outside indicated it was night. The boy swore in his mind, another day had gone by from his love of sleep. He ran to his mother's room and saw she was already putting on her work kimono. "Mom, can I stay home by myself tonight?" the child asked.

"You're too young to be left here alone, Hidan. I keep telling you this every night" his mother replied, spraying the sides of her neck with lavender oil. Hidan whined a little and shivered some. He never understood why he couldn't stay home by himself. He was nine years old for heaven's sake! He knew of other kids who could stay home alone and they were eight! It wasn't that he liked being alone; it was more of a small fear of his babysitter. He was a giant compared to the small boy and his red eyes sent his spine a-shiver. A knock at the door came and Hidan ran to his mother and held onto her side.

"Take me with you to work mommy!" he cried.

"You just came with me the other day, dear. Now I want you to behave for Madara-san, alright?" she said, kneeling down to her son's level and kissing his forehead, making him blush in child-like embarrassment before she went to answer the door. Hidan always loved the feeling of his mother's hugs and kisses and he'd hate to do anything to upset her. He'd seen her cry many times before she finally divorced the heartless man she once called her husband. He still hated that man for making his sweet mother cry and after the divorce, the child secretly vowed to never bring tears from her eyes from his own doing.

After hugging his mother once more, Hidan watched her scoot out of the house, her elegant kimono keeping her from running. He found it kinda funny how she walked and was still able to serve several people at her tea house job. The tall figure with long black hair and red eyes known as Madara placed a hand on Hidan's shoulder. "You'll behave as always, right?" his deep voice asked. Shivering a bit, the silver haired child nodded.

A few hours later...

Hidan sighed, leaning on the windowsill with the window wide open. The soft and warm summer air in the night's silence comforted him. Glancing at a clock, he saw it was ten and was starting to feel tired, even thought he had slept most of the day away.

"Hidan, come here a minute" Madara called. Rushing to him in great haste, Hidan entered to see Madara got into the sake his mother kept around for special occasions. The older man beckoned for the child to come closer. Innocently, Hidan came closer and was pulled towards the man and made to sit in Madara's lap in such a manner that he was straddling his hips.

"M-Madara-sama!! Let me go!"

"Shh, you asked for this. Never wearing a shirt when I'm around. You're far too tempting to pass up" he slurred slightly, rubbing a strong hand over the front of Hidan's pants. Being unable to shut his legs, poor Hidan blushed like a pale pink rose and made small whining sounds. The child felt something poking him from where he sat on Madara's lap. He yelped, but was silenced by Madara pressing a finger to his lips. "Not too loud now. If you make too much noise, I'll have to tell your mother you misbehaved"

"B-but...I didn't do anything!" he sniffled.

"She'll believe me. Plus, you don't want to make her upset with you, do you Hidan-chan?" the Uchiha said, a twisted smirk coming to his lips. The very thought of his mother being upset and possibly crying drove the poor boy insane and he lowered his head in defeat.

"I-I'll...be quiet..." he squeaked, barely audible.

"Good boy" Madara chuckled darkly, lifting the child's chin and planting a kiss on the soft and pure lips. Hidan squeezed his eyes shut, tears forcing their way out.

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Jashin was making his rounds around the Yugakure village; unseen and untraced to everyone he passed. He was actually enjoying himself for a bit, everyone in this village was quite healthy and even the elderly looked years away from needing Jashin to make them traverse down the road of Death to the afterlife.

Leaping onto a building, he sat and watched the lively town. He spied a woman in a fuchsia colored kimono scooting her way around a tea house. She was quite lovely with her eyes matching her kimono and her long white hair collected into a single thick and long ponytail. Jashin scoffed humorously when she seemed to look right at him for a second. But once that moment passed, his ears caught the sound of something being tortured.

Looking to the crowd again, he saw no one else heard it; meaning someone or something was screaming like a banshee in their mind. And what really caught the god's attention was that it sounded like a child. Getting up from his resting place, Jashin leapt into the air and vanished.

A moment later, he touched down on the roof of where the horrible sound was emitting. Like the spirit he was, Jashin sank into the roof tiles and entered the house. What was there to greet him chilled him to his currently non-existent bones.

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Madara had Hidan lying on a pile of pillows just right so his behind was in perfect place. With his pants at his ankles, Hidan was squeaking and squealing like a tiny mouse as Madara's large erection was pumped inside of his excruciatingly tight entrance. His hands gripping at the pillows so hard that his already pale knuckles turned even whiter.

"K-Kill me...please...someone please kill me!!!" Hidan's mind screamed in desperation. He felt warm fluid enter him and his crying became louder, but he muffled most of it by burying his face into the pillows. Madara grasped onto the child's shoulders and began to pound into him harder and faster, still very much active even after his release. The inner pleading for death became louder and it fell heavily on Jashin's ears.

"Disgusting..." the god hissed, reaching his arm back to grab something he kept in a harness on his back. In one fluid motion, his weapon was drawn. It was an item normally seen in blood chilling nightmares; a long metal staff with three red blades all of different length permanently attached on it. Most likely for the first time in his eternal life, Jashin was pissed.

To be continued...