A pair of dazed, blurry lavender eyes opened and saw the dark sky. The dark sky scattered with darker gray clouds. Below that, the trees, their trunks sprayed heavily with blood and gore. And below those, lying on the ground, the lavender eyes saw bodies. Dozens – no, hundreds – of corpses, mutilated beyond belief, strewn about the small clearing. Blood covered the ground, still shining and a bit wet.

As his body began to wake up, the man moved into a sitting positioning in one fluid motion, and rested his head on his knees. His silvery hair fell in front of those pale eyes, but he didn't care. He was freezing. Absolutely freezing. This cold was unlike any he'd ever felt before, it was almost sub-zero. He wondered why he wasn't frozen solid already. The pale man began to pull himself up, but pain abruptly exploded through his entire body. A cry, closer to a tortured howl, really, rang throughout the stiff air. It echoed back, sounding as if a dozen others were screaming back at him.

Hidan collapsed back onto the scarlet-stained earth. Arms shaking, he slowly reached around one shoulder and felt almost a dozen kunai sticking out of his back, very close to his spinal cord. Too close. He'd barely touched them when another blast hit him. Normally, the immortal liked pain, relishing the way it felt, but this...this was different. He wanted nothing in the world right then but to simply die right there in that little clearing, along with the many other victims of his massacre. Needing some kind of comfort, the albino fumbled around his neck with fingers numbed by bitter cold for his rosary. Finding the cold steel symbol of Jashin in his hand, Hidan wrapped his hand around the unfeeling thing and prayed for his god to send him salvation.

Much later, when he came to, it was raining. It soaked his tortured frame. Mercifully, most of the kunai had fallen out of his back while he was unconscious. But Hidan knew the gaping wounds were still there, bleeding and refusing to heal. The icy rain drilled into his face as he looked up at the lightning-torn sky, joining the blood that still streamed from a corner of his mouth. He had to get out of this horrible weather. Mustering all his strength, the silver-haired man pushed himself under a tree, the sturdy trunk supporting his back. A trail of fresh blood – his blood – showed where he had dragged himself. He was beginning to feel dizzy from blood loss. A soft noise, a strange keening sound, reached his ears. It was pitiful, this whimpering. Then he realized that it was coming from his own battered throat. Tears were flowing from his eyes, following the path that the harsh rain had laid out on his cheeks. Hidan feebly whispered, in a voice no louder than the softest breath, "Ku...zu...h...help..."

The lilac eyes rolled up to the murky sky, and the world swirled away.


Well, here it is, my first fanfiction ever. Review? Crits are welcome.