Valley of The Sun-Prologue

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto so there don't expect it in the other chapters.

Also I decited to do a "orgin" fic because I read one (not on here though) and it sucked, so here is my personal vendetta.

Warning: Story is rated M, for violence, blood shed, and oh of course Hidan.

Beneath the shimmering waterfall blood flows like an open fire hydrant, small children grin as it spreads into the water. Among them is one adult, a man with gory eyes running with blood smiles at their enthusiasm, and silences them as he leads them out of the cave. With marry little smiles, they follow along, his robes wet from still.

Heat warms everyone's body and all their running around makes the day seem unbearable. One by one they soon spot their temple, a gigantic monolith guarding the entrance, face worn down and covered with centuries' worth of blood splattered against it.

They gather nosily, happy faces and fingers in their noses. Chuckling softly a parent gives some of them treats, their sloppy smiles widening.

She has silver-white hair, and rabbit-red eyes framed by her soft face.

Everyone they pass smiles as the little class head towards their temple, intricate vines cover it, converging into snarling faces and smiling skulls. The sky above is blotched by the trees, huge snails rush to the top of the canopy.

Smoke fills the inner chambers, metal spills and their smiles appear more as they pass the torture chamber. Metal works fill the next one, a thin sheaf of cotton barely hiding the swords and schemers.

The courtyard they inter is warm, and their symbol is pleated in metal, hot faces look up, burnt hands and skinny skeletal fingers push up their masks.

Soon the group is having 'holy time' they bite their fingers and pick their ears during the sermon, and he makes faces at them, during the appropriate times. Eventually though, he simply sets down the book and talks, making wild hand motions to their god's stories.

And the baby of the group, a little small boy, looking about, gently sucking on a leaf, his brother joking with some of the other kids. His tiny frame is next to the priest, and he can barely take in the meaning.