"K-Kill me...please...someone please kill me!!!" Hidan's mind screamed in desperation. He felt warm fluid enter him and his crying became louder, but he muffled most of it by burying his face into the pillows. Madara grasped onto the child's shoulders and began to pound into him harder and faster, still very much active even after his release. The inner pleading for death became louder and it fell heavily on Jashin's ears.

"Disgusting..." the god hissed, reaching his arm back to grab something he kept in a harness on his back. In one fluid motion, his weapon was drawn. It was an item normally seen in blood chilling nightmares; a long metal staff with three red blades all of different length permanently attached on it. Most likely for the first time in his eternal life, Jashin was pissed.

My Jashin – Chapter 2

Stomping on the floor, Jashin solidified himself a human body, making Madara jump in fright from such a horrific person appearing out of nowhere. He pulled out of the scared child, causing him to cry out and slump onto the floor. Madara turned to run for it, but Jashin vanished and reappeared right before him.

"Its people like you who make me sometimes enjoy my job!" Jashin's masculine voice boomed, slashing Madara in his side with the two longest blades of his weapon. In too much anguish to even scream, the Uchiha fell to the floor. Spinning the scythe around, Jashin licked some of the blood off the weapon. His paler than snow skin became pitch black with the pattern of what appeared to be a skeleton on top of it.

"It's not your time to die yet. But I'll make damn sure you wish you were dead!" the god laughed insanely before stabbing himself in the shoulder and twisting the blade around inside of the wound.

Madara screamed and grabbed at his shoulder in bitter agony and writhed around. "Where shall I stab next? Hmmm?" Jashin asked, ripping the scythe out of his shoulder.

"N-No...stop it please..." Madara wheezed. Jashin looked down at him and glared him in the eyes. Red eyes met deeper, crimson ones.

"Maybe I'll stab myself in the throat. Oh yeah, that'll feel good. Or maybe stab my knee joints. Or maybe puncture a lung~! Oh sweet pain!!" Jashin chuckled evilly while Madara tried to prop himself up long enough to use his Sharingan. Unknown to him, Jashin couldn't be affected naturally to seventy-two straight hours of suffering. In fact, even if he could be affected, he'd probably enjoy it. Before the death god readied himself to stab himself in a kneecap, he felt something tug on his long dark cloak.

"M-Mama would be sad...i-if Madara were dead..." the quivering child choked. Jashin looked down at the barely standing Hidan and sighed. Madara took this chance to quickly limp out of the front door to seek medical attention.

"Fuck. He got away..." Jashin swore, his skin returning to normal as he placed his weapon back in its harness.

"Y-You...said a b-bad word..." Hidan coughed, before falling onto the floor.

"Hey, kid! Wake up!" Jashin shouted, kneeling down to the child and holding him upright. He was a mess. At his ankles were his pants and underwear and along his shoulders were bruises where Madara had held onto him. Slowly pulling up the boy's underwear and pants, Jashin shook him slightly to awaken him.

"You poor boy. I heard your wish for death and I can't blame you after seeing that sick bastard raping you"

"I don't want my mama to know"

"I'm not the best person to give advice, but you need to tell your mother!!"

"No! She'll cry!" Hidan sobbed.

"She'll cry even more if you don't tell her and she somehow finds out"

"I don't wanna see her cry ever again!! Can't you understand that?! ...and who the hell are you?!"

"Such language from a child. Well, I'm Jashin" Jashin said, not really used to introducing himself.

"Thank you Jashin-sama" Hidan said softly.

"I am the god of Death and...Did you just thank me?" the skeptical being asked.

"You stopped Madara from hurting my no-no place even more. Thank you. Thank you...T-Thank you Jashin-sama!!" the boy cried, bursting into grateful tears and clinging onto the soft, black wolf fur of Jashin's cloak. Poor Jashin was shocked and looked around to make sure he wasn't dreaming. All the things he had ever wanted in eternity had just fallen into his lap.

Gratitude. Praise. Love.

"Hey...c'mon kid, don't cry" he said, petting Hidan's silver hair.

"I'm s-sorry. B-but it's a mix!" he sniffled.

"A mix of what?"

Hidan blushed hard with embarrassment. "A mix of happy tears and pain tears. My butt hurts!!" he cried, burying his face in the wolf fur. Jashin scratched his head of black hair and thought.

"I can't heal you, but I can make it better"

"Really Jashin-sama?" Hidan asked with huge eyes full of trust that rape should've...well, raped out of him.

"Crap. No wonder this kid was pounded. He's kinda cute. ...Shit! What am I thinking?!" Jashin scolded in his mind. "Yes. A bath will help since you wanna make sure your mom never finds out. Plus, after a bath, I can help you with your insides" he spoke. Hidan took hold of his hand and limped to the bathroom with Jashin in tow.

"Ow...Ouch...Waah!" Hidan would squeak with every step. Jashin grabbed him up and carried him under his arm.

"I'm sure I can find the bathroom" he scoffed. Sure enough, he did.

"You get undressed and I'll get the water ready" Jashin told him, setting Hidan down on the tiled floor and turning to figure out how to turn on the water to the tub. Hidan took off his pants and painfully removed his white cotton boxers.

Somehow Jashin was able to figure out how the tub worked and filled it half way with warm water. "Get in." he said dryly, making sure not to see the boy naked so it wouldn't make him more nervous than he already was. Hidan got into the tub, wincing at how hot it was. He almost stood up, but a strong hand pressed onto his shoulder, making him sit. "Sorry it's so warm, but hot water helps in these situations" Jashin alleged, already knelt down near the edge of the tub.

"B-But..." Hidan whined before melting into small whimpers.

"Shh" was Jashin's only reply at this. He looked over the boy and noticed there was some of Madara's seed in his hair and some of the dried fluid in his face. "Truly disgusting..." he thought, rubbing a damp washcloth over Hidan's face. "Hold your breath for a second, kid"

Hidan did and was then tipped forwards, his head getting dunked under the water before he was sat up again.

"h-hey! What are you doing?!" Hidan growled.

"You had the bastard's semen in your hair. Don't worry, I'm not trying to drown you" Jashin said, rubbing some shampoo in the now wet silver hair.

"You swear a lot, Jashin-sama"

"Does that bother you? Oh, it probably does since you're so young. I'll stop if you have a problem with it"

"No no! I don't care" Hidan giggled softly, mostly from the feeling of his hair being scrubbed. Jashin smiled a small smile before thinking where else that the child had to be washed.

"Now here comes the part that may bit a bit painful" the god said, taking the washcloth into his hand again. Hidan gulped and kind of knew what was in store. The few minutes felt pretty long as the washcloth was gently scrubbed over his entire lower region.

Jashin tried not to succumb to the cries Hidan let out, but it was becoming hard. Hidan was terribly sore around his 'no-no place' thanks to Madara having it in his grip as the boy was forced to suck him dry. After that ordeal was over and the washcloth had done its job, Hidan was blushing in pure embarrassment. Jashin saw this and almost said "Awww~" at how friggin' adorable Hidan was looking at him. His large fuchsia eyes full of tears that refused to fall.

"Aaaand rinse!" Jashin chuckled evilly, dunking the unsuspecting boy into the water again. Hidan coughed from water that had gotten caught in his throat before scowling at Jashin, who smirked and helped him out of the bathtub. Every inch of the small child was clean but Hidan still felt...

...filthy...

Wrapping him in a towel, Jashin took the innocent being into his arms and was directed into a small room. It was Hidan's.

"Do you know where any ointment is? Jashin asked, setting Hidan on his bed.

"In the drawer over there. I got a scrape on my elbow last week and I forgot to put it back in the bathroom after I used it" he explained, pointing to the side drawer near the bed. After retrieving it, Jashin felt a bad twinge feeling in his chest, he knew what had to be done, but he felt terrible to possibly cause more pain to this little angelic being.

"Alright kid, roll over on your stomach. This should heal whatever damage your insides got"

"I'm not a little kid," Hidan huffed softly. "My name is Hidan" he squeaked before lying down. Jashin was glad to finally know the name of who he was helping, but that didn't ease the twinge of pain he still felt as he lifted the towel from Hidan's small frame. Squeezing some of the cold ointment onto his fingers, Jashin slowly applied it around and into the small entrance. All went well for a few seconds, but then Hidan jolted and groaned into the sheets on the bed.

"Fuck! Did I hit a sore spot?"

"Y-Yes!! It hurts right there, Jashin-sama!" he cried, tears spilling out of his eyes in clear trails. Sadly, Jashin knew that if it hurt, that was a place that needed to be treated. Squeezing another helping of ointment and probing his fingers inside the trembling child, the healing process was restarted. The small entrance had gotten stretched so much that it accepted the god's fingers quite easily. "Owwww!! P-Please!! It h-huuurrts!!!"

"Shh, you're doing great Hidan. Just hold on a bit longer." Jashin said, trying to calm him. The silver haired boy gasped and whined in agony as all the hurting placing around his inner walls were rubbed over with cooling balm. Hidan reached his hand around, trying to hold onto something he could squeeze for comfort.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jashin saw the wandering hand and grabbed it with his own free hand. "I'm right here, Hidan. You scream all you have to, I know this hurts like a bitch" he cooed. Given the permission to, Hidan buried his face into the sheets and let out cry after cry of pain. He wished it would go away. How he wished it were over. How he longed for this whole thing to have just been a dream.

And finally, it was over.

Hidan was a mess of tears and shaking with sobs. Using the towel, Jashin cleaned his fingers and put back the ointment. Peeling back the covers, Jashin tucked the boy in and sat near him, stroking his hair. "You're a very brave kid, Hidan. You're keeping such a horrible ordeal from your mother. Are you sure you don't want to tell her?" he asked, wanting to know a final answer.

"N-No...I don't wanna see her cry. Not again..." he sniffled, nuzzling his head against a pillow.

"Very well. But if you ever need a listening ear..." Jashin's voice trailed off as he reached into his coat for something.

He pulled out a long string of rosary beads, but on the end of them was a strange symbol Hidan had never laid eyes on before. A pure silver pendant, shaped like a circle with an upside-down triangle in the middle of it.

"This is mine. It's the symbol I chose for my seal as the god of Death. You may have it" Jashin told the child, who was staring at the shining pendant in awe. Placing on the bed near Hidan's hand, Jashin spoke again. "If you ever need me and I'm not busy, just pray to me while holding this charm"

Hidan took it in his grasp, shut his eyes, and whispered a small prayer. Jashin heard it loud and clear and smiled some. "Yes Hidan, I'll stay here until your mother comes home from work"

"Thank you Jashin-sama" the child said with a yawn, curling up under the sheets. Jashin petted his hair and watched him drift off to sleep. Taking a small book from out of his cloak, he began to look over his schedule of those who soon needed to be guided to the afterlife.

"My job is never done" he murmured to himself, penciling in a few things as Hidan's soft snoring began to emit around the room.

To be continued...