So I'm rather happy with this. I had been wanting to write a Hidan piece, and then the naruto100 challenge was "unusual weapons." I figured that it would be perfect because what weapon is more unusual than a god. And besides that, if you didn't want to take it that way, his scythe is pretty unusual too. Sadly, I missed the deadline, but I enjoyed it all the same. A thanks to my friend Caroline for looking over it, as well!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. It… it would be rather different if I did.

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The man shivered in his cell. He may as well have been naked for all the good the stripes of "fabric" his captors called clothes did him. The icy feel of his fever spread through his body, and it made him want to sob from the pain. His body convulsed as he hacked up bile, only bile. His weakening mind couldn't remember the last time food had passed his lips- lips that excruciatingly burned from the acid seeping into the open and bloody cracks.

He felt the burning of a freezing stare boring into his back; it made him want to scream out in agony.

A shadow appeared over him, making him curl into himself to retain heat- heat his disgusting body didn't have anyway.

"You're pathetic," a voice rasped above. The voice was terrible, and it raked across his body like claws ripping bloody stripes into his flesh. A whimper escaped from his pathetic mouth as if to prove the voice's point.

"But still," the voice mused, "you could be useful. Do you wish to live?"

The man gave what he thought was a nod, but his body had lost feeling- he couldn't be sure.

"Very well." A skeletal hand colder than death was placed on his back.

The man's tortured screams were little more than squeaks as they passed through his raw throat. The pain was agonizing. He was going to die.

The hand was removed, and suddenly all pain was gone. His strength returned. He felt invincible. He sat up and stared at the skeletal body above him.

"Who are you?" he asked. He was surprised at the strength in his voice.

"I am the God of Destruction, known to most as Jashin," the skeleton's raspy voice explained.

"Why save me?"

The death's head sported a sadistic smirk. "You are the chosen one who will do my bidding. You will be a God among men."

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Crazed laughter echoed off the walls as the man stood above the mutilated bodies of his captors. His eyes lit with maniacal light stared at the three-bladed scythe he had used to massacre all the men.

The skeletal hand of Jashin was placed on the man's broad shoulder.

"Wonderful Hidan, just wonderful."