Second chapter, enjoy.
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-Chapter two-
The now conscious Akumako refused to open her eyes. She kept them closed for the time being, trying to figure out everything she last remembered and possibly figure out where she was now. The assassination, then the men with black cloaks. The white haired man. Ah, what was his name again? Oh. Hidan, the sadist/masochist Jashin worshiper.
'Gross' she thought before opening her eyes.
Without turning her neck, she looked around the room with her eyes, guessing that she was in some type of hotel. The ceiling was cracked all the way across, as the eggshell white paint and wallpaper pealed with it. Somebody was extremely cheap.
Akumako was in the process of sitting up, but failed because of so much pain she was enduring, when the door opened she saw Hidan walk in the room and pause, watching her struggle. Akumako grunted, giving up, she let herself fall back. Though she never hit the back of the bed. A pair of muscular arms wrapped around her slender form.
"Why the fuck did you give up?" he beckoned her.
Akumako looked pitifully up at him, it looked as id she barley had enough energy to control her eyes from rolling behind her head. Hidan sighed, sitting on the end of the bed and propping up his left leg, and placing his left arm on top of that. He had Akumako leaning on him sideways, where his leg was holding up her back and her head rested on his arm. Even now he didn't enjoy this too much, but it kept her awake, and he had a lot of questions to ask her.
"Well, do I have a hell of a lot to ask you," Hidan said, looking down at her.
She never returned the glance; all she did was continuing looking forward with her eyes shut.
"Well, state them." She said weakly back up to him.
Hidan thought for a moment, of all the questions he wanted to ask and how he was going to ask them. He wanted to make sure he wasn't going to say something wrong and get her really worked up, to prevent her from hurting her self further. Don't even try asking him why he cared.
"First off, did you fucking kill those guys we saw headless down the road from you?"
Akumako sighed, remembering her sin. "Yes," she answered.
"Why the hell did you do it?"
"I was on an assanation to kill one of them, the other just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. But he hadn't sinned, so I killed him from the back of the neck to the front, he died of no pain," she said almost proudly. "If you haven't noticed, I am an S-ranked criminal."
This only led to more questions from the curious Shinobi.
"How did you become an S-ranked criminal?" Hidan asked her.
"I killed the leader of my village who posed to be a false God…which he wasn't." she responded.
"So…what religion are you?"
"I am Christian," She said sadly, "a deformed, messed up Christian."
He noticed her sadness, "So why the fuck are you sad about it?"
"God made all of his children equally and he loves all of them the same. Yet I find an enjoyment in killing his kids. Though most of them feel no pain from the likes of me, their blood, oh their blood. The chills it sends up my spine, the confused messages it sends my brain. Its just so….so soothing. The shinobi's, they all had a purpose for living. Even though they are just killers with a fake good name, and I took every chance of happiness any of them ever had." She responded, looking down.
He thought for a moment. Suddenly, Hidan's muscles relaxed. He wrapped his arms around the girl, taking her into an embrace. As he breathed he smelled her flowery sent. She must have practically lived outside. Akumako was slightly confused by his actions, but she ignored them seeing is to how she could hug back if she wanted to.
"Maybe I don't completely fucking agree with you. But I do understand that shinobi's are indeed just killers with fancy fucking names. Feeling like your betraying your god by killing seems to be a bad thing at first, but eventually you get rewarded. Just remember your killing mostly the bad guys, not the good." Hidan said.
Akumako was shocked; she heard almost no curse words.
"I do not worship Jashin, killing is a sin no matter what for me," She said sternly.
"Then someone needs to switch fucking religions," Hidan mumbled just loud enough for her to hear.
She did not yell, she did not glare, and instead she simply just sighed at him.
"So if you're not Jashin, how are you immortal?" Hidan finally asked.
"As a strong believer, when you constantly sin, only knowing that God will forgive you, eventually the Gods get fed up with you. They think of a punishment instead of having to constantly have to forgive, no one is lenient enough too constantly yet you kill their children. So the further I went on with killing, soon enough emotions, love and death was taken away from me." She answered him, "Though, every time before I kill I still beg God for forgiveness I will never receive from him."
"That's fucking retarded," Hidan said, "Why kill and ask to be forgiving when you can kill and be praised?"
Akumako pondered this question as a smirk spread across Hidan's face, knowing she couldn't answer. Then, she shook her head, "Just wouldn't be me." She said.
"What the fuck do you mean it wouldn't be you? Obviously you like to have blood sprayed all over you. The pain of others sends fucking shivers up your spine and I'm almost fucking positive that you get pleasure from it all. The pain is great isn't it?" he smirked even bigger just thinking of his biggest turn on.
Akumako held her hand up in protest.
"See? There is your fault in this plan, I hate pain. Even others pain, but only to those who are innocent. Whatever. Its something I cannot deal with on my own," she sighed, breathing in deeply due to lack of breath.
Hidan looked down at her rather annoyed, "You are one very fucking weird girl," he said, "I'm for God! I kill his children, I'm a Sadist! I'm immortal! I hate pain! I won't share it…" he continued mocking her.
That last part he said wasn't too much as supposed to be said out loud. But when he said it his voice was egger, serious and kind of…well…sad. This cause Akumako to pause and think for a moment.
"Aren't you immortal too?" she asked, now clearly confused.
"Of course i'm immortal! I'm fucking Jashin! Your immortal too and you won't join Jashin! I'm about to fucking flip out!" he yelled at her.
Akumako flinched at his loud voice for it hurt her ears. She then decided to ignore the angry immortal and go to sleep. Besides, she needed it anyway. So Hidan sighed angrily at the now sleeping girl in his arms. He was angry, no; he was pissed at this girl.
She shared immortality only he and she had. Oh how he longed to find someone with the same curse as him. All Hidan wanted was to find someone ho would never have to loose, or watch fie. Her hesitation confused him, because he was willing to bet the she too also wanted someone to have forever. Jashin had died out; Hidan seemed to be the only member of the religion left. Or maybe he was the one to begin with.
Looking into Hidans past, he saw his former jounin self. One hundred and seventeen years ago, he was twenty. At the same time he worked as a sensei teaching three genin to become chuunin, jounin, ECT. Back in this time, Hidan remembers how it wasn't as common to see a ninja, and there were only a few main villages that had ninja.
Hidan server under the former Amegakure village. His team was smart, strong and wistful kids. They almost never disobeyed him, and when they did they got a mouthful of foul language. Soon enough, they had picked up on his nasty habits and turn out the same as him. It made Hidan proud to see these kids and to say he taught them everything they knew outside the ninja academy. They still had many flaws in their fighting skills, which could be pointed out by any genin still in the academy.
One day Amekage sent Hidan and his team out to a mission. They had very specific orders to get a scroll that contained a justsu the Kage wanted. The instructions clearly stated that the kids take on the guards outside as Hidan went in to get the scroll. Yet when Hidan escaped the village, he noticed none of the kids had made it.
They had all died in battle (K.I.A). Hidan was infused, he knew damn well that the Kage knew how strong the guards outside the place were, and he didn't so much as warn them. When Hidan reached back to the Kage's office he saw Amekage sitting at a large deck, with the entire ninja council sitting behind them at a rather large table. Angrily, Hidan slammed the scroll on the Kage's desk.
"You knew!" Hidan yelled at the top of his lungs, "You knew damn well how strong those men were and you didn't fucking warn us!"
The Amekage didn't even bother to move. He simply looked up at Hidan as he spoke, "we knew what we could have expected from those men, and we also knew your capabilities. Either way, we knew the job would get done."
"So were just fucking tools then? You don't care for the pain you send those out on to die?" Hidan questioned in a serious manor.
One of the members of the council stood from her seat. She was an elderly woman and her voice cracked as she spoke, "all Shinobi are tools of the village. For the sake of our village, some Shinobi must die, and people must get over it."
Hidan felt his hand twitch as he pulled out his kunai and pinned the Amekage's hand to his desk. He then twisted it and pulled it back up to his mouth. All the members of the council drew back in fear as he licked the blood of the blade.
"Those who do not understand the pain of others with face the wrath of the gods," he said through gritted teeth. It was then when he slaughtered the Amekage and the entire ninja council.
Those kids, their deaths. This day was the only time that Hidan had ever cried over someone, or an emotional problem period. Hidan almost felt like crying now just thinking about them, and the day when he became an S-ranked criminal.
Hidans thoughts were interrupted by hearing the door creak open. Kakuzu looked over at the two and smirked.
"And what have you both been doi-"Kakuzu stopped mid sentence to see the sadness in his partners' eyes as he held the unconscious girl in his arms. The look on Hidan's face confused Kakuzu. Hidan refused to make eye contact with him as he rested his chin on the girls shoulder, staring at her side profile.
"What happened to poor Hidan?" Kakuzu asked, smirking. He knew if he used a disrespectful tone with him he would get angry with him and blurt out everything. But Hidan dint get angry, he didn't yell or anything. He just continued to stare at the girl. After a moment or two of silence Hidan didn't move anything except his eyes. He merely looked at Kakuzu for a moment, then back at the girl.
Kakuzu sighed and walked over to his bed any laid down. He thought, trying to figure out what was wrong with Hidan. So he just sighed and removed his mask, placing it on the nightstand beside the two beds. He lie back down and put two and two together. Now realizing what was wrong with him, he thought to stay out of it. Because it was something Hidan and that girl would have to solve themselves.
Hidan looked at the girl with pure hatred, sadness, confusion, happiness and lust. In a sense, he never wanted her to leave his side, knowing that with her immortal abilities she would never have to. Hidan put his lips to her earlobe and closed his eyes.
"One day," he whispered, "Can I have you?"
