Himitsu: Okay, this is the second chapter! Everybody cheer~!! *silence* (TT_TT)
Maara: *lurks in corner*
Warning: Eventually this will have wonderful citrus flavors!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything neither does my wonderful partner! One can only dream~
When Hidan opened his eyes he was in an unfamiliar room. It was cell-like, small, with mold growing in the corners. The little light that flickered in, came from a small, bared window. It looked scary, with electrified barbed wire surrounding the broad poles. The little light it did give off was harsh and bright, so the Akatsuki member guessed it was daytime. Looking closer, the magenta eyes spotted some green. So, Hidan presumed he was either in a forest or that nobody cut the grass in the prison yard, most likely the latter, seeing as it was freezing in the damned chamber. Of course, not wearing a shirt kind of added to that. The masochist guessed that, since the light was hitting him in the eye, nearly fucking blinding him too—and that probably had some significance in the way he had been arranged. Scrunching up his pale face in consideration, Hidan came to a conclusion. Since the light was at a downward angle and he could possibly be seeing grass, the Jashin enthusiast concluded that he was just underground or it was around noon. And those heathens said he wasn't smart! The four walls had a layer of thick cement, over a chakra retardant material, and that was over some especially hardened bricks.. Charka buzzed softly through the small fissures. Hidan tried to remember what that meant….shit! The dreaded Akatsuki member pouted, why he could he never remember the useful stuff Pein mentioned?
Well, the albino thought, if I listened to that son of bitch, I would know the important stuff. But then again I would get all the atheist crap in between… To fucking listen or not to fucking listen, that is the question. I think. The Jashinist turned his attention to the door. It was made of metal grids; each one slightly different and they were layered many times. Hidan groaned, too many damned grids and not enough brainpower. Giving up on counting, Hidan looked at the hinges. After all, the bigger they are the easier they fall. Unfortunately, the hinges were huge and made out of polished steel.
Giving up, the masochist examined his bindings. His arms were held above his head with heavy cuffs. There were multiple chains attached to them, and they circled and entwined like vines, until they disappeared somewhere into cobwebbed ceiling. His wrists, forearms, and biceps were latched together with hardy leather straps, and they were complete with combination buckles. The zealot was sitting at a ninety-degree angle; both his ankles had steal chains connected to round weights of at least fifty pound of pure lead each. Then there were more of those damned leather straps fastening Hidan's knees together; an additional fucking band was around the Jashinist's hips. The Akatsuki member couldn't help but snicker, so much for Konohagokure being the nicest ninja village. They sure could make an S-class ninja's cell inescapable. Like always, when the zealot faced a hopeless situation, he did the best thing he could think of.
He swore.
Some words were mild; others could make shy hearted people blush; some sailors used; some in different language and accents; some would've made sailors blush; others should be censored in polite company, and some should never have be uttered. Hidan said them all. They fueled his rage. He hated all of this. His should be sacrificing something to Jashin-sama. That was how Hidan could ignore the only good in his shitty life. Continuing his cussing, Hidan's thoughts drifted to darker topics. How long would they going to fucking keep him here? Jashin-sama had given him an eternal life of worship, but forever is a long time. What if they forgot him? Would they just leave him in this cage until the ties that held him down rusted away? Or until this fucking building crumbled, and the only thing left was a cell door and a crushed prisoner? What if this was his punishment? What if they would just ignore him?
After all, everyone dies. Everyone but Hidan.
His face paled, magenta eyes dilating slightly. It would be so easy, if they would just stop speaking about the immortal Akatsuki. Delete all the records of him; erase him killing that shithead shinobi. Rub out him being a fucking Akatsuki member; delete him from being a part of that Jashin-forsaken village Kusagokure. Delete his turning rouge, and delete his Jashin-sama. Ha! Hidan thought, smiling through a particularly nasty curse. There was no way! That Pineapple head would remember. When he saw Hidan gave that damned smoker the finishing blow, the Pineapple head cried. Hidan saw that bright fire in those damn heathens' eyes, that aching thirst for revenge.
But still…
In enough generations, they would have forgotten that some random cell contained one of the world's most dangerous criminals. His stomach would swivel to nothing; his hair would fall out from lack of nutrition; his body would eat away at his own muscles. Hidan just knew he'd turn into of those freaky, living skeletons. But something—that Hidan had continually tried to push to the deep recesses of his mind—made him want to scream out in despair.
What about Jashin-sama?
Would the zealot's god abandon him? Would he be angry and punish him? Hidan thought, with bile continuously creeping up his throat. What if I was sent to hell?! Hidan knew the only way to get to heaven was to follow Jashin's holy commandments. If he were stuck here how would he commit mass murder and pray while the sweet blood oozed? His breathing began to get faster. Or what if nothing happened? What if he never fucking knew!? The zealot could already feel it driving him crazy, he had to have Jashin. If not him, how else? What would he care about? What would give his eternal life meaning, other than spreading Jashin's name? Hidan began to struggle, the heavy chains on Hidan's wrists and ankles clanking eerily in his panic. The tight cuffs were chapping and cutting the appendages. They bled. Bright crimson blood trickled down his arms, soaking into his ripped and ragged cloak. The Jashinist watched with blood-shot eyes, staring at the liquid. At his feet a nice little puddle of scarlet had formed. Hidan starting swearing at amazing rate, rocking back and forth, as if the familiar words and motions would comfort him and make him feel better.
Suddenly there was a noise at the door. It was the delicate clicking sounds of a complex lock opening. Not wanting to show his weakness to the Konoha ninja, the Jashinist arranged himself as comfortably as possible, putting a bored look on his face. Desperately trying to calm his pounding heart, Hidan looked at the window. Acting like he didn't give a fuck about anything. Nothing.
"Welcome to Konoha, Akatsuki scum."
Zealot let his eyes lazily flick over to where pineapple head, stood at the door with the ugly, female version of Deidara, and big-gutted baka next to her.
"Welcome to my fuckin' cell, Pineapple." Hidan said, with what he hoped was a confidant smirk.
The fat ninja turned pink with anger, his forehead veins pumping. "You bastard! Show respect to your conquerors!!" He was obviously mad at the little nickname Hidan had given the black-haired nin beside him.
"Where, shithead? I don't see them."
Hidan gasped as a fist slammed into his gut. Through dazed eyes, Hidan watched fatso get scolded.
"Yeah, fat ass, listen your bitch." This time a high-heeled boot left a nasty, imprinted bruise on Hidan's chest.
Hidan couldn't help but do an inner victory dance; at least he would always have pain!
"Heh," Hidan coughed up some blood. "It's to be expected; dead fucking weight is always dead weight."
Ino was the first one to respond, griping Hidan's silver hair in her hand, and pulling up mercilessly.
Now face to face with Ino, Hidan winced. "No, Medusa. You bitch, don't turn me into stone!"
Choji resized his fist and socked the Jashinist's stomach with enough force to crack the wall at the impact. Hidan retched up some stomach fluid mixed with blood, making sure to spit it at the girl. She shrieked, stomping down with her horrible heels on his leg. Hidan began muttering to himself. Ino, still pissed, smacked him.
"Hey, freak show, don't lose your mind yet," She sniggered, wiping the stomach acid off her shirt.
"Shut up! Jashin-damned heathens, I'm praying!" Jashinist said, lifting his head to show he was done.
The trio gave him confused looks, swearing at the prisoner. Hidan answered with practiced ease. "To Jashin-sama. He is my all-powerful god, whose wish is for his followers to create chaos. He tells us that we should not only give pain to others, but to ourselves as well!"
"Ah," Pineapple's eyes flashed, with a grin appearing on his thin face. "So you're a masochist. And in a cult."
Team 10 was very lucky Hidan was tied down. The albino exploded, with so much detestation and malice, it made Ino back away.
"You fucking little atheists! How dare you call Jashin-sama a fake, a fraud, a cult! Don't you care bad mouth Him again, you dipshit kids! You know nothing about any fucking shit about the world. All you damned atheists should fucking die! Die! I should sacrifice you all to Jashin-sama! No that would be too much of a fucking honor, for ass-scum such as your damned selves!!" Hidan continued ranting until he found a gag, trying to be slipped over his mouth. Biting the Pineapple's hand, the zealot shot his biggest death glare at the chunin. The blonde was heeling pineapple's bleeding hand and fat-ass stood over the Akatsuki prisoner, his small beady eyes boring into the Jashinist; It with a hate that made the masochist smile. Hidan blew his hair out of his eyes, without the usual bottle of gel in the morning, the silver locks flopped around Hidan's neck, and over his magenta eyes, which flashed excitedly, "So my little shitheads, why did you visit?"
A grin that only could be described as inhuman appeared on the pineapple's face. "I came here to introduce you to a friend of mine."
The smile was contagious; soon the blonde witch and the chubby guy were smiling too. He shared their grin as well, after all, what's an immortal masochist to fear? Yet, when the dark figure walked in the door, Hidan felt the already cold room drop by a few degrees. The man wore a black trench coat, and a black handkerchief with the Konoha forehead projector sewn on, covering a baldhead. Two visible scars and dark merciless eyes on the stranger's face completed the look.
"I'm Morino Ibiki, captain of the ANBU Torture and Interrogation Force. Nice to meet you, prisoner."
The zealot gave Ibiki a critical look, "I'm Hidan, dumbass."
"Shikamaru, take your team and leave. Hidan-san and I have important things to discuss."
"Oi! You don't just decide these things all be yourself, you shit head!" Hidan yelled.
Ibiki's only reply was a grin that reminded Hidan a lot of a certain sadistic elder Uchiha. The three youngsters left, leaving Ibiki and Hidan alone. Letting an uncomfortable silence settle in, Ibiki stared at the Jashinist. Hidan did not, or was pretending not to, fucking stare back. Round magenta eyes met cool black ones.
"So, your name's Hidan."
"I just said that, are you fucking deaf, you bastard?!" Hidan yelled, glaring at Ibiki's lack of interest and memory.
"Do you want to leave this cell anytime soon, Hidan-san?" Ibiki said, undisturbed by complete lack of manners. His voice was cool and persuasive.
"No shit! Why the hell would I want to stay in this fucking cell, eh?! Yeah, I like staying in a freezing cold cell, all chained up and stuff! It kind of turns me on, really!" Hidan jeered, his voice heavy with sarcastic anger.
"Ah, yes it's very unpleasant. But, with just a few words you can leave." Ibiki said ignoring Hidan vulgar comments. "Just tell me everything about the Akatsuki."
The albino smirked, "Or what, shithead?"
Ibiki kept his face blank, except for the sadist light that all people like Akasuna Sasori and Uchiha Itachi had when they're about to kill someone in an unimaginably painful way. Hidan was definitely beginning to enjoy his Konoha trip, after all torture was a unique and ecstatic sort of pain that Hidan and Jashin-sama liked. Well, the zealot's god liked killing the heathen torturers after, just in a more brutal and bloody way. It was like practice in originality for Hidan. It always made sacrifices more exciting when you had some new tricks up your sleeve. Ibiki didn't use force to bruise and bash up the Jashinist. The ANBU torture expert didn't inject a strange new prison, one that can leave the receiver curled up in agony. He made no use of the traditional scalpel that cut layer and layer of skin, agonizingly slow. Instead, Ibiki just stared calmly at the pale Akatsuki member, with no terrifying weapon or syringe, no medical expert to record the results of some new device. It was just Ibiki walking towards him. Hidan repressed a shudder, the man's feet were echoing around the dim cage, causing the Jashin devotee to be aware of his every move. Aware of how his cloak swished out behind him like it's trying to escape its wearer. How the corners of Ibiki's mouth were slightly curved up, like he was about to enjoy something. About how Ibiki was staring at him with the intent to do something, something fucking horrible.
The zealot commanded his racing heartbeat to slow; his grin to return to his face. Whatever horrible, scarring, unmentionable, and probably prohibited thing the torture expert was about to do, Hidan didn't care. No, he wasn't shaking at all!
"Because you know we are a very busy village…" Ibiki started glancing at Hidan.
Hoping to Jashin-sama that the fear wasn't obvious, Hidan growled. "Like I give a fucking damn!"
"I mean, Shikamaru-san told me you were immortal and worshiped a fake god."
Suddenly all traces of the zealot's fear was gone replace by the savage need to kill and feel pain. "You fucking shit headed bastard, you'll rot in hell, where all stupid-assed heathens belong! There is no way you can say someone who was granted immortality is fake! Yeah that's right, bitch! Jashin-sama's time will come and then you'll see! You will all fuckin' see!" Hidan panted, his magenta eyes cold and hard..
Right then the Jashinist promised that no matter what, he would never bend his will to this damned atheist.
"Yeah, but eternity is such a long time. I mean it would be horrible to have such a lively person to just be…forgotten."
Hidan's heart almost stopped, "Forgotten?! Get real, you heathen."
"Yes, forgotten," Ibiki said a flicker of disappointment almost visible, but it was quickly replaced with more sadistic glee, "I mean you could just sit here for years. No one would hear or cares about your screams, as little bugs would come and start to devour your still living flesh. No one would care about how you'd shit yourself, because you'd be too weak to go in the corner. No one would treat your wounds caused by your desperation when you pulled at the electrified bars. It would be…" Ibiki smiled a grin only a sadistic bastard could, "pathetic that Jashin's only believer is trapped here. He could do something, but then again, a made-up god has no power. Just tell me what you know, and your dissection will be quick."
Hidan would have quivered, or winced at the thoughts that he truly did fear. The zealot would have spilled his guts if he thought Jashin-sama would leave him. But, the damned shit head said that Jashin-sama the Almighty was a fucking fake.
"Go rot in hell! I wouldn't tell you or anyone fucking anything. Leave me in here until the end of time!" Hidan glared at the ANBU, his gaze unafraid, sure of his decision.
"Fine."
He walked out and locked the door behind him. Ibiki was making sure the complicated mechanisms were set properly. The captain sighed. He had failed in getting info out of the Akatsuki member. Swearing, the scarred man thought hard. He was a masochist so physical attacks were out. He was immune to—or enjoyed—mental torture…how on earth are they going to get info out of this guy? After all, a brat with such a big mouth should be singing by now. If only he had someone he could share all his secrets with. Someone cunning and manipulating…someone like Hatake Kakashi. Smiling sadistically, Ibiki went to find the shinobi. He had an important mission to be briefed about.