Blood was a lovely thing, really.
It was what moved him from day to day, and helped him survive, literally and figuratively.
It also was his favorite color. The deep red it was when it appeared on the smoothness of skin.
And yet, even though he liked it so much, he couldn't seem to get the same thrill from it anymore. The pleasure, the satisfaction, was gone.
It probably came from the fact he no longer had the chance to be a free person. The organization had put restrictions on his movements, and when he did get to do his thing, he was always being rushed, so he never had a chance to enjoy it.
It was until he had met those stupid people, when he was sitting outside, bored, waiting, when they had attacked him. And suddenly, it was back. The thrill of the chase. He got caught up and was drawing out the process so much that he never had the chance to finish. He was forced to retreat, and it was gone, the euphoria. He needed it back.
The thirst for it drove him insane, caused him to think irrationally.
So he made mistakes.
He had never been very observant, but he probably should have noticed the small container of foreign blood.
All this led him to one conclusion.
Hindsight 20/20 was a bitch, especially from the bottom of a hole.
Authors note:
So, another one-shot, featuring Hidan this time. Oh, how I miss the dear immortal. He was fun.