I'll just do this in advance for the story.. I do not own Naruto or any characters in it and at no point in this story will that change, I do however claim the rights to my OC.
Warnings: Gore, angst (lots of it) and loads of swearing (though I'd think you'd assume that considering it is Hidan we are talking about, although my dear OC is not much better.)
Fuck, fuck, fuck. She couldn't possibly have gotten herself into any worse of a situation. If she thought this guy was crazy before, she was definitely more than convinced now. As she stumbled backwards and away from him she was thinking just that.
He was a monster.
He stood with a pike he had driven through his own heart and continued to cackle maddeningly at the dying mess of a rock ninja lying before him in his own blood.
This was the first time she had seen him sacrifice someone to that Jashin god of his, or at least someone that was not herself. It was horrifying to say the least, how the hell was he not dead? He stabbed a pike through his fucking HEART for fucks sake!
And all it did was kill the ninja he was fighting with.
Why wouldn't he just let her go already? It had been three days since he had kidnapped her. Not that she would call herself a kid, she was 18 after all.
She didn't understand his undeterrable obsession with her, or the way he would impulsively grab her or stare intently at the markings on her shoulders. She should have attacked him and tried to escape by now, but for some reason, every time she attempted to confront him, she would freeze up, just like that.
He pulled the pike out his chest and threw it onto the ground beside him, glancing back at her with a proud smirk on his face.
He liked the look of horror on her face, and what a pretty face that was. Large yellow, feline like eyes, plump petal pink lips and pale purple hair that fell in soft curls to the small of her back.
She was definitely an exotic choice, but Jashin-sama knows what's best.
He had carried, dragged and forced her to follow him for the last few days and he only just realized he hadn't even asked the girl for her name. She was probably sick of being called bitch, babe or lady by now.
"You," he called, turning and walking towards her, ignoring the way she flinched," What is your name?" He finished.
She blinked coming out of her stupor, and looked up at him. Her name? He wanted to know her name?
She had always hated her name, it had never suited her personality, her looks maybe, but it still felt wrong.
"Hinami," she replied softly, averting her eyes from the blood soaked ninja in front of her. She didn't even know his name either. You would think in three days there would have been some sort of conversation between them. You thought wrong.
"Hinami, who? Pretty fucking sure that ain't your full name," he grumbled, positioning the scythe on his back once more.
"Tanaka, Hinami Tanaka," she replied, voice still soft as she thought over the probability that the jashinist would even know her clan name.
There was a pause of silence as he wiped the blood from his hands onto his pants and glanced back at her.
"Never heard of it, where are from?" He continued to pry, his curiosity about her origins making her uncomfortable.
She didn't know who he was or what kind of a danger he could be to her and her clan. She sure as hell didn't trust the bastard. So she did what any loyal ninja would have done; crossed her arms, bit her lip and looked away slightly in mock embarrassment.
"I need the toilet," she said, ignoring the fact that she'd gone a couple hours before.
"What, again? Women and their pathetic fucking bladder control," he grumbled turning and walking a little into the distance ahead of them.
She had picked up a few things about him in the short time she'd been with him. One; he was reckless, let his guard down all the time. Which, considering he obviously wasn't able to die, was kind of understandable. Two; he wasn't particularly intelligent. And three, his fighting style was slow and rather barbaric, using animalistic rage and brute force in his attacks.
She could see the raw power contained in his lean, muscular form. She would have thought he was rather attractive if he weren't completely batshit crazy and hadn't kidnapped her.
She grimaced as she stared at the oddly familiar pattern painted in blood on the leafy ground. She couldn't quite recall why the pattern was familiar but for some reason just looking at it sent shivers down her spine.
She didn't even let her eyes drift over the mutilated form of the rock ninja just a few feet away from her.
She had witnessed death before… Hell she had killed many times, but something about this was so wrong, so unnatural and against everything that was and ever should be.
Life was fleeting, temporary, everything that lived would inevitably die.
Except him, him breathing after what he had just done was so frightening and against the very concepts of existence.
She needed to leave, he frightened her, what did he even want from her? What could she possibly offer him? Other than her body to sacrifice of course, but of all the ways to go that was definitely her last choice.
She was fairly certain he didn't just want her company, considering it had taken him an entire 3 days to even ask her name, and not much other conversation had happened before that.
Twirling a strand of purple hair around her finger her eyebrows knitted together in thought. She had been the only person to ever inherit the purple hair of the eldest member of the clan, she was no longer alive but she had seen her a few times when she was just a baby, twirled the elder's hair like she had her own.
Being born with purple hair, she had of course been a subject of interest to the old lady. People of her clan tended to have hair as pale as snow, silver, blonde, even a light blue occasionally. They always had eyes that were Amber, gold, orange or yellow, she had been no different in that regard.
In a swift motion she released her hair and dropped into a crouch, turning her wrist to stare at a pale charm that dangled daintily from it.
Although it was an ancient practice, her clan still used charms to store chakra and power, even small items. Another few dangled from colour categorized strings on the same wrist, they hung loosely but she had never had a problem with any of them falling off.
With a sigh she gripped one of the charms tightly in her hand and started to whisper in a language so old she was certain nobody but herself and a couple of the clan elders even knew a word of it, or even what it was called.
The charm started to glow slightly and a whispery sliver of ice swirled out the centre of the charm. She hissed lowly as it embedded itself under the skin of her palm and it continued to travel its icy path up her arm. It twisted into a swirling light blue shape and settled on her upper arm, like tribal paint.
It was done… She wondered what he'd say when he noticed it. That was of course if he managed to catch up to her. She raised her head, and in an instant she was bounding off in the opposite direction, a grin spreading across her face when she heard the angry swearing behind her and the scuffling of the leaves on the forest floor.
She didn't know where she was going, her sense of direction had been completely scrambled by the way she had been travelling, a lot of the time she had just zoned out, reclining into her inner self, deep in thought.
She continued, ducking and diving behind tree, changing directions, pumping large amounts of chakra into her feet. She doubted she had ever run so fast in her life, or ever needed to for that matter. It was the first time she had used this charm, she knew about the drawbacks of using it, but she'd worry about those when she was safely out of that psycho's grasp.
Surely he'd give up if she tried hard enough, got far enough away from him. He'd realise that it wasn't worth it to follow her, she was of no value to him and she knew nothing about him that would put him at any disadvantage.
So why? Why was he following her with such determination, increasing to unnatural speeds as he grew in frustration, reverting back to that raging animalistic monster she had seen in her dream.
She halted in her tracks, eyes wide in horror as they scanned over what could only be called a massacre, villagers lay mangled and dismembered in the streets, blood turning the sandy ground a dirty red.
It was fresh, the blood still wet as it glistened in the sunlight. It must have just happened because she remembered passing this small town earlier that morning, as well as the threatening glare she had gotten, just daring her to just try saying anything to the villagers.
She knew what that glare meant, he would wipe out every last person in the town without hesitation if she gave him reason to, she had watched him do exactly that in her dream, although it had not ended up happening because of her actions.
She didn't have much time to think about what had happened though because within a few seconds she had been tackled to the ground, face down and very still as she was rolled harshly onto her back.
A large hand pinned her to the ground, gripped tightly around her neck. Her hands were free but she didn't dare move them from where they rested on either side of her head. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes dazed as she gazed up at him.
He was straddling her, using his weight to pin down her hips and his legs to keep her from using her own. A triumphant smirk played across his face, he had won this game his little Hinami was playing with him.
And oh how he liked the expression on her face, so dazed, confused and defeated. He wasn't pressing hard on her neck, not hard enough to cut off her air supply at least.
Looking up after a few seconds his eyebrows knitted together in confusion, his grip slackening on her neck before he slowly pulled away, letting go completely and coming to sit in an upright position on top of her.
"Woah…" he breathed out, before his confused expression twisted into the most frighteningly sadistic grin. Never had an expression on someone's face terrified her to this extent, not the disgusting sneers of the drunken ninja in the alley way that were stupid enough to think they could force themselves on her.
Not even the chuckle in her ear and the smirk she could see in the corner of her eye when her arm was pulled up roughly behind her back and a kunai was pressed firmly against her neck. She had been scared, but only because she was worried that her next move might slit her own throat.
It hadn't of course, and those men were no longer a danger to any seemingly defenceless women walking home at night, she had made sure of that.
The point was that she had never been terrified of someone's facial expressions to the point of paralysis. That was until she looked up to see him gaze upon the death and destruction with such a look of sadistic pleasure and blood lust.
Oh god, what would he do to her?
And as she felt the fatigue of using the charm take hold of her, the last thing she saw as she slipped into unconsciousness was his gaze once again fixing on her and his already sadistic grin widening, a predatory glint catching his eye.
Hello guys, I know I haven't written anything in forever, just been dealing with an awful break up… I also just started university and with changing around subjects in the first couple weeks my schedule has been really messy and unorganised, not to mention the heavy workloads. I haven't updated any of my stories in months, and now when I finally write something again it isn't for one of my more popular stories, please forgive me I was just more in the mood for this.
And on that note, this story will be angsty, there will be lots of swearing and gore, maybe even a lemon at some point if I can figure out how to write one, not that I haven't had my fair share of experience, just wasn't particularly amazing. So if you don't like that or want to read that then please rather than flame at me just don't read it? I would however like to know what you think, if you like it, if you want me to update, etc.
I would also like to say that the story isn't really going to follow any sort of correct timing in regards to the Naruto progression of events, you can consider it an alternate reality of sorts, don't think I'll end up including the main characters much in this story because I want to focus on Hinami and Hidan and the events and people around them.
Please review and let me know what you think, sorry for the long ass A/N.