Waking to the smell of coffee and dust Hidan sighed contently. He had delivered another sinner to his God. His limbs felt stiff from lying on the hard floor. Jashin would always take care of him, bring him back to his place until he woke to do his bidding once again.
˝Cheap as always..˝-A grumble was heard to his left. Opening his eyes he saw the figure of a tall man, dressed in a dark suit throwing his envelope. Money spilled from it's contents , his payment for the kill. Trinkets mortals used to live. Shaggy hair covered a pair of green eyes.
˝I'm a priest doing Gods work...˝- Hidan said getting was still bloody, part of his face covered with crusted blood. The mortal wound on his head healed completely.
˝That uses high class Glocks˝- Hidan shrugged at the reply. ˝Charge more asshole˝
˝It's enough, besides you leech of me˝
˝Oh? So this is nothing?˝- The man lifted his shirt to a gauze covered torso. ˝79 stitches˝
Hidan snorted and poured himself coffee that the other man made. ˝I believe that stitchwork is familiar to me fuckface..oh wait you can't fuck her right? She's probably scared of your mug˝- Hidan snickered.
˝He'll do what she's paid to...at least I can go to her˝- the man finished. Green eyes bore into Hidan.
˝Whatever Kakuzu˝- the Jashinist scoffed. He didn't need her anyways. He wasa priest of Jashin and the lord was giving him strenght and life, no ordinary surgeon would help him if the ritual went wrong. No, it never did. Jashin always gave him life. Life for a soulf of the corrupted, the evil.
˝I'm taking my share and seeing you later, there's a job downtown. Big money.˝
˝Your share,what a joke. Piss of scarecrow˝- Kakuzu threw him a murderous look but went anways. There was no gain in fighting the hitmam priest, no money to be made. He could only loose on bullets he'd have to spare for the idiot.
The door shut with a simple click. Hidan didn't use a safety system, no alarms and all that shit, he was immortal after all. Settled in his chair he closed his eyes and breathed in and out slowly. He was still high from the revival and needed to ground himself.
The world was spinning faster, street lights mixing with the buzz of the city. A rush of humane noise filled his ears. He scoffed. What he needed was a temple or at least somewhere quiet. Mediation brought him closer to Jashin and raised the vibrations during his ritual. It made his blood rush, speed up likea humming bird's wings frantically flapping until the last drop fell and then there would be a blessed silence.
With his eyes still closed he imagined the last temple hevisited and the shitty onsen in the back. How could he relax when he'd been oggled so many times? All the women were sinful, watching his body like it was food for them to had no time for earthly pleasures. Only the esctasy given by Jashin.
Hidan stayed in his position for hours. Feeling his breath enter and leave his body. A rosary hung from his neck. The weight pulled him always to the present, never letting him wander off in his meditation.
Instead of a cross, the symbol of Jashin swung with his body movements. A triangle with one end facing down enclosed in a circle. He recieved it at his innitiation.
Hunger clawed in his belly and he raised his body stretching. There was a black shirt next to the couch, sniffing it he slipped it on along with some boots. He knew already that his fridge was empty as most peoples' souls so he headed out, a wad of cash in one pocket and his glock in the waist of his pants.
He'd find food downtown..
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