Somewhere in the Naruto universe, a small dip in the ground appears. The sink hole grows larger, until it's about the size of a head. Suddenly, a small fountain of soil sprayed up from the ground.
A head appeared. With its blonde hair, chiseled jaw, and violet eyes, the head would have been considered a beauty…if it was attached to a body that is. The head spat and sputtered, trying to clear the dirt out of its mouth.
"FINALLY! I'm fucking free! Jashin, forgive your servant. I failed to kill that bastard before, but now I will faithfully give his fucking blood to you!"
Don't ask me how a disembodied head with no lungs can move air through its vocal cords to speak! Ask your science teacher! Or Google it!
Anyways, the head managed to twitch its muscles and roll about twenty yards. It rolled right in front of a teenaged boy who was sitting under a tree, looking up. The kid's hair was blonde and shaped like a pineapple. He looked familiar to the head.
"HEY! Fucking kid! You look familiar."
(Hey! Hidan, I just said that!
"Shut the fuck up, bitch!"
Be nice! I'm writing this fic. You don't want to piss me off.
"Whatever! I don't need your fucking help!"
That's it! You asked for it!)
The young boy looked down at the head with dull, bored brown eyes. "Hey sis! It's that head grand-dad was always talking about!"
"You show some god-damn respect for your elders, kid! I'll get you back for what you did to me."
"Not me, man," sighed the boy. "My great-some-number grandfather did this to ya, and charged his descendants to watch ya. It's been 500 years!"
"Doesn't fucking matter! You're still dead!"
"Leave my brother alone!" A teenaged girl, with a well endowed chest and brown straight hair in to short pigtails. The girl soccer kicked Hidan's head back into the hole with perfect aim. Then she hit her brother in the head.
"Why did you do that, Temaru? I was having a nice nap."
"BECAUSE WE HAVE TO! IT'S ARE DUTY, YOU LAZY BUM! LET'S GO, SHIMARI! MOM MADE MOCHI!"