Hidan couldn't help but laugh at her emotions when he spoke. She was completely and utterly confused, and he loved it. He loved the way she thought he was a figment of her imagination, he loved the way she became flustered, and most of all, he loved the way she wanted it to be real.

And it was. He was going to have one hell of a time trying to convince her it was real too, and he knew this, but he had to do it. Not only was he on orders from his supposed Leader, he was ordered to by Jashin-Sama himself. It disgusted him at first, the thought of being propelled into the conscience of a random person, even more so when he found out it was a girl, someone who was much younger than he, but when he began to sift through her thoughts and memories, he realized she amused him more than anything.

Contacting her was the most amusing though, so he was going to do it again.

Of course, she heard him laugh, and when he did, she was immediately angry. How could Hidan of all people be in her head? She could have dreamt up any other voice in her head, anyone less annoying, but it had to be Hidan.

Oi! What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

She jumped, letting go of her black skinny jeans that she was currently trying to pull on. She had forgotten "he" was listening for the time being, and the imaginary voice surprised her yet again.

The dim light in the dingy changing room flickered on and off, and she looked down with dismay at the now dirtied pair of jeans around her ankles. She sighed as she grabbed the hem, and tried pulling them up again. She was purposely ignoring the voice. She had too much self respect to argue with something that was not there.

Sliding on her red top, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her light brown hair was a mess at the bottom, like it always was, and straight at the top. Her shirt was loose, and didn't fit her form, though it made her look older than she was. Grabbing her eyeliner out of her pocket, she leaned forward towards the mirror, and pulled her bottom eyelid down as she lined it. She started to do the same with the other eye, when the imaginary voice spoke again.

I'm not imaginary, for Jashin's sake woman.

"Fuck!" She hissed under her breath, staring at the long line of black that was streaked down her cheek, due to her jumping once more. Hidan cracked up, and she tried to drown out the pretend laughter as she grabbed a rough brown paper towel from the dispenser, filled it with soap and water, and began to scrub at her face. She scowled as she wiped away the last of the liner, utterly pissed off that she had to do it again. When she finished, she knew it was time to go.

She bent over, grabbed her purple bag slung it over her shoulder, and walked out of the bathroom. She took out her keys and locked the door. Turning around, she began walking around the painted blue compound, checking to make sure all the doors were locked, before walking out the iron cast gate and locking that too.

You work at a fucking dump you know.

Scowling, she began to wonder if she was insane, or if it really was him after all, because she would have never thought about the one nice place she had that way. Lise often did question her mental stability given her current living situation, and this new mental issue was beginning, well no, had been pissing her off. Even if he was real, he had no purpose in being there. She was an average girl, nothing special.

That's what you think.

She liked it more when she was quiet. Ignoring the voice, she began to walk.

As she walked home she looked at all the beautiful houses on the street she was on. Each one was two stories high, with painted shutters and walls, stained glass doors, and well trimmed lawns. Lise remembered when she used to live in houses like those. The cheerful atmosphere was contagious, and she began to hum as she walked. The sun sparkled over her pale skin through the leaves of the trees she was under, and when the wind blew, so did the leaves, leaving a nice peaceful atmosphere, perfect for walking.

When she took a left, her humming silenced. She averted her eyes from the houses she was passing now to the ground, and left her hands in her pockets. Her good mood disappeared.

Wow, what the fuck? This is a fucking disgrace. Said Hidan, and even though she thought he wasn't real, she agreed. Lift your head, I want to see the houses.

She scoffed. What would be the point of that? You already know what they look like, and besides, you know it's dangerous to make eye contact in this part of town. Arguing with herself… How pathetic. She'd seen the place before, therefore her brain had already registered it, so he already knew, because he was her.

At least, that was how she reasoned it.

I am real! How the hell do you want me to prove it? Narrowing her eyes as she counted the cracks she saw as she walked, she thought to herself, I don't know… If you are real, then why are you here?

No response…

She lifted her head as she reached her house. I don't feel like facing Jackson… I think I'll go around the back... And with that, she walked over to the bent and rusting chain link fence on the side of her house, placed one hand on the top of the rail, and easily hopped it. Walking around the back, she had to fight not to trip on the beer bottles that littered the grassless ground. Finally, she reached her window, and with little effort, she pushed it open and climbed inside.

She quickly ran up to her door, shutting it quietly, and locking the installed deadbolt. She sat down on her bed that was under her window, and turned over on her knees. She shut her window, and then pulled the iron bars down over it, locking the tight.

I bet you're wondering why she left her window unlocked when she wasn't home. Obviously, she would want to avoid Jackson when her mother wasn't there, so sneaking in through the window was the best option to do so. "What if someone tried to break in?" You say? Well, she wasn't home, and neither was her mother, so it wasn't really one of her concerns.

It wasn't like they had anything remotely valuable to lose.

Sadistic. I like it.

She ignored "Hidan" as she pulled her blinds closed, and flopped on her bed. She glanced around her near spotless room, and sighed at the one messy spot in it; her desk. She'd have to remember to tidy that up before she went to bed.

Then she began to focus on the matter at hand, meaning her new mental issue. She guessed the best way to prove he wasn't there was for her to keep talking to herself until he went away.

So, She thought to herself, you were going to prove to me that you were real, correct? She felt a jab of amusement pass through her that was not her own, as she waited. That's sort of right, because…I'd rather show you. And then, she was remembering something impossible, because she wasn't remembering from her own point of view, she was remembering from Hidan's.

Flashback… (Hidan's POV)

"Hidan." I smiled to myself as I heard Jashin-Sama's voice. "Jashin-Sama? What is it?" Jashin-Sama continued on to speak and I felt the warm desire to kill as he did. Unfortunately, he wasn't telling me I needed to sacrifice someone today, but something totally different. "You're going to be needed in Pein's office."

I didn't even have time to scowl as I heard the swish of the sliding door to my room, and I looked up at Stitches as he walked in. "Hidan, Leader-Sama wants to see-"I cut him off right there, as I held up my hand and stood up. He glared at me, and moved out of my way. I scowled as the greedy bastard went over to his desk, sat down, and bent over a pile of money.

"One… Two…" I swore to Jashin-Sama that I'd sacrifice him as soon as I got the chance. His love of money was ridiculous, and he needed to be killed. That would be a good day for me.

I ignored him as I walked over to the slider, opened it, and headed over to Pein's office.

My sandals tapping against the hardwood floor was the only sound I heard as I reached the stairs. I began to walk down, and then at the bottom, I was faced with a door. I didn't bother to knock as I walked in.

Pein was bent over his desk, signing some papers, when he looked up at me. "Ah, Hidan, it's good to see you." I nodded, and sat down in one of the chairs by Pein's desk. Before he could speak once more, I said "I know why I'm here Pein. Jashin-Sama would like me to relay a fucking message for you regarding the mission."

"Oh?" He said, raising an eyebrow at me. He leaned back into his chair, clasping his hands together, my signal to continue. "Yeah." I sighed, leaning back into my chair like him as I rested my feet on his desk. He ignored my arrogance and disrespect as I made myself comfortable. I pushed my foot against the edge of the desk, tipping my chair back, balancing on two legs. "Jashin-Sama wanted me to tell you that he could help with the mission, regarding the girl we were supposed to recruit. Apparently, I fucking forgot to sacrifice last night, so I will be pushed into her conscience to recruit her. Fucking bullshit I say, but whatever."

Pein's facial expressions didn't change. He had that same goddamned bored look, as if what I had said meant nothing, as if I was telling him that we needed new kunai or something, not that my God was going to help his mission, and it was pissing me off. I balanced on my chair, watching him as he leaned forward, placing his clasped hands on his desk. "Why is Jashin-Sama willing to help us? What will she benefit him?" To my great amusement, what I said after words sent a look of surprise over his features.

"She will benefit much destruction."

Lise gasped as she was suddenly shot back into her body, her back arching up off the mattress. As her back relaxed again against her bed, she realized her heart was beating at an unhealthy rate. It felt like there was a helicopter in her chest. She needed to find a way to calm down, and fast. It hurt to breathe.

Gasping, she sat up, holding her chest in one hand, balancing herself on the bed with the other. She began to count to ten, trying to slow her breathing and her heartbeat.

One… two… three… four…five…six…seven…eight…nine…ten… Again…! One…two…three...

She kept counting mentally until finally, the pounding in her chest slowed, and returned to normal. Unfortunately, her chest still hurt, a lot. She didn't like pain at all.

Fuck you Hidan… She thought with an internal scowl. That was not cool! I almost died! Amusement covered all of her emotions, and it was all she could feel as he smugly replied, you wanted me to show you, remember? It's not my fault you had a fucking heart attack.

W-I- but- ffff… She stuttered inwardly.

She couldn't argue with that, because she knew he was partially right.

A ha. So I am fucking real, you admit it! You acknowledge that "he" is right! HA! Grumbling, she nodded her head. She scowled, because she hated being wrong.

So… He said, deciding now would be the best time to ask her, would you be willing to come back with me? I can't leave until you come with me. The question really didn't take her by surprise, she knew it was coming, so her silence wasn't' due to surprise like he thought it was. That hunch was the only thing keeping him quiet, and she was grateful. Although he was in her mind, he wasn't very good at reading her emotions, so she took advantage of that. What she said next made quite a bit of sense.

I gotta think about it.

Hidan, of course, didn't understand this, so he began to press on, asking annoying questions, and getting on the main character's nerves.

Why the Jashin not? I mean seriously! Your life is horrible here! Your step-dad's a fucking pedo, your Mom works all the time, and honestly-

SHUT. UP.

Both of them were in a rage, each for their own reasons. Lise knew her life was bad, but she didn't like it when someone else who didn't even know her told her so too, especially when he was right. As for Hidan…You have to be an idiot not to understand why Hidan was mad.

I'm not going to fucking shut up! We may be a group of s-class evil nins, but at least our house isn't falling apart, we don't nearly get raped every day and we're able to defend ourselves! For Jashin's sake, are you really so stupid as to stay here?

Lise sighed, unable to come up with a decision.

I really want to… But I can't just leave my Mom with Jackson…I just can't Hidan…

Feeling a frustration that wasn't hers, Lise waited for a response.

What if I were to get rid of Jackson? He's the whole reason you won't go with me, right?

Flopping backwards onto her bed, she placed her head behind her hands. Oh? And how, might I ask, are you going to do that? Sacrifice?

He snickered, signaling to her that, a sacrifice would be a no. Why not? She asked, feeling rather disappointed that that man wouldn't be getting a painful end. As much as I would like to, I can't. Jutsu don't work in this world. Idiot girl.

She made a face. Of course she knew that! Kind of… But that didn't mean he couldn't sacrifice him anyways! He could still sort of get the sadistic pleasure out of it!

No.

Fine. How are you going to get rid of him then?

I don't have to.

Lise jumped when she heard someone pound on the door. "POLICE! OPEN UP!" Lise's eyes widened, and she grinned like mad. The police? Yes! But… what am I supposed to tell them,a dn my mom when I suddenly disappear?

You're going to have to tell them what's going on. Have your mother take pictures of the bruises to send the fucker to jail, and then tell her you got accepted into a school across the country, and your flight leaves tomorrow. You are about 18 or 19 aren't you?

Nodding again, she smiled widely. She never knew Hidan was that smart, and it surprised her.

Fucking thanks.

Ignoring him, she got up, and walked out her door to see Jackson at the door, smooth talking police. "Yes officer, I'm not sure who called you, but nothing is going on." She could see him smile as he said "Alright, buh bye." He was a good smooth talker, especially when he was drunk. She ran up to the door behind Jackson and screamed at the police man who was walking away. "WAIT! HELP ME!" shoved her back with her arm, throwing her against the wall. She coughed up some blood at the rough impact, but that didn't seem to faze him.

"Shut the fuck up!" He hissed at her and turned back again.

"That wasn't anything officer. She's mentally disabled, she has autism. She screams 'Help me' whenever she sees a police man." He tried to lie to the police man, but he wasn't buying it, much to her satisfaction. "HANDS IN THE AIR! COME ON OUT!" "Fuck you!" He hissed at her, and walked out with his hands up.

Play it up Lise.

Lise began to cry from the "pain." She walked out, holding her chest and ribs, sobbing intensely. "Oh give it the hell up!" Jackson yelled at her, his pale face red with fury. His sandy blonde hair was plastered to his head in sweat as he yelled. He knew she was faking, but the officer didn't "Stop it, before I have to restrain you!" Shouted the tall authority figure. Jackson quieted down, and leaned across the police car with his arms crossed.

Lise took a deep breath. It was now or never.

She walked over to the officer, tears streaming down her face lined in eyeliner, and he put a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. "Now," he murmured, "Tell me what happened here tonight." Slowing her sobs to shaky breaths, she began showing him all the bruises on her arms, on her waist and ribs. She rolled up her skinny jeans as high as she could, showing him all the bruises there too.

"He did all this?" He whispered gently touching a bruise on her arm, and Jackson yelled "I never laid a hand on her!" Lise scoffed and walked over to him. "Yeah, so I guess these bruises are from me falling off my bike then?" She whispered, reciting a lie Jackson had once told to her mother. She turned around to face the distanced officer.

"Officer…" She said, taking in another breath, "Ask him to gently lay his hand right here." She pointed to a purple bruise on her arm that was in the shape of a hand. "I will not!" Jackson said loudly, his eyes on fire with hate.

"Why?" She said, her tears and shaky breaths completely consumed by the hate she was feeling. "If you've never touched me, then obviously you'd have nothing to hide!" Jackson jumped up off the car he was leaning against and pointed a finger at her. "I will do no such thing now get back in the fucking house before I kill you!" He hissed, and she snorted. "Death threats Jackson?" She replied darkly, "Yeah, that'll totally get you out of this situation." The officer stepped over to them right as Jackson got in her face, and placed a hand on his chest, backing him away from her.

"Please, sir, place your hand over the bruise on her arm, then on the ones on her legs and waist. This is vital information to this case. If you don't, then I'll arrest you for resisting an authority figure." Jackson glared at the officer, and then, before the man could react, Jackson spun around, slid over the hood of the car in a matrix styled fashion, and was running. No sooner was he over the car and down the street was the police officer on his back, forcing handcuffs on his wrists. Jackson struggled like mad, trying to get the hefty man off his back, looking an awful lot like a worm.

Lise watched in awe and shock at what had just happened before her, and she knew that her problems with Jackson were over.

/

"Jackson was arrested?" Lise's Mother practically screamed at her. "For what?" Her Mother had just come in the door, wearing her teal scrubs and untying her hair when Lise told her the "bad" news. "For domestic abuse Mom…" She said, looking rather bored and uninterested in the conversation. "Did you call the police on him? Why would you do that?" Ignoring that statement, she said"Mom, you need to testify against him. He's a bad man." Her Mother was furious, and Lise could see it.

"I refuse! I will not testify against my husband without good reason!" She shouted, and Lise snorted, undressing herself. "What're you doing Lise?" Her Mom asked.

Mmm Baby…

Said Hidan, and she purposely began to think of Yaoi to shut him up. She had learned that trick about an hour ago, and it was working quite well. Okay okay! I'm sorry! Just fucking stop with the gays! She averted her attention back to her mother, just in undergarments now.

"Do you see these bruises Mom? How could you just stand by and let this happen? I had to do something… It hurts so much…" Lise hung her head, the stinging tears coming to her eyes. Her Mother gasped at her body. A majority of her upper arms were purple, blue, black, and yellow as were her waist, ribs, and thighs. It was not a pretty sight. "Oh Lise… I thought it was only me… I didn't know he hurt you too…" And then her Mother embraced her for the first time in a long time.

All Lise could do was cry.

I have nothing against gays, I swear. Hidan's straight though, and rather vulgar… So… Go ahead, tell me how I did! This took me forever to write because it's the longest chapter I've written in a while, and yeah… I'm lazy, and I have stuff to do, and stuff, so thanks to all my reviewers and my story alert/fave people! I appreciate it a lot. You have no idea.