"Alright, I'll help you." The zealot rose from his perch and made his way over to the broken window, carefully he studied the jagged pieces of glass strewn about the floor and the puddles of
blood already drying.
"These creatures...what the fuck are they?" Konan leaned against a booth. She took out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes, she took a long deep inhale before answering: "Personas. They are born from a human's most wretched sins. They come in many forms, shapes, sizes, and colors depending on what the sin is and how much that sin has been used." She took another inhale.
"And I'm guessing this one was -"
"Spite, yes are you getting anywhere with this?" The blue haired became impatient she wanted to get out and find the bastard that burned her. But as she was getting ready to say something else, a flash of smoke suddenly
materialized in Hidan's hand and formed itself into a large clipboard and began writing. After awhile he looked up a sickening evil defining grin stretched from one side to the other. "I'm going to make a shot in the dark here, but do you want these "Personas" or whatever the fuck their called to leave you alone?" The blue-haired eyes snapped wide for a mere second before going back to their original state. She dropped her cig on the floor crunching on the butt before making her way towards the Reaper.
"You can do that?" Her eyes were narrowed and seemed to hold flames within them, sending shivers of pleasure rippling throughout his entire body. "Yeah but I don't think I should tell you." He said this with a coy smirk. The blue-haired's eye twitched and without saying anything she grabbed the man's head and slammed it forcefully into ground. Lightly she placed her foot upon his skull and the sound of a gun being cocked rang out. He could feel the cool metal pressed up against his cheek.
"Tell me. Now."
Hidan tried to move but failed as he soon realized that this petite young woman was a lot stronger then him. His brows furrowed. "Okay fine. Bitch. That clipboard I brought out had a lot of info on those monsters you told me about. And it said that Reapers can fully destroy these things, all your gun can do is wound or fucking spook them, and since I can't always save your ass..."
"You want me to become a Reaper?" Slowly she let the man stand back up. "How is that even done?"
"Well you did offer up your damned soul right? All I have to do is suck it right out of you. And then fill you back up with half of my own."
"Reapers don't have souls. Your not even alive."
"Oh but on countre', we do, when a human dies we are technically born right? And anything that is born is essentially alive and that which is alive has a indeed a soul."
"And you giving me half of your soul makes me a Reaper? Is that all?"
Hidan shifted his weight onto his left side. "Yes that is mainly it, no contract no signing your name in blood or some other fucking cliché."
The man stepped closer to Konan. Quickly he grabbed her and firmly pressed his ghostly white lips upon her bluish dead ones. Suddenly her body constricted in on itself and began feeling tight as a stinging freezing sensation made itself known in her chest she could tell her soul was already being uprooted like tree in a hurricane. It made her body go limp and numb. Soon her body began expanding, a burning painful substance pooled down her throat, her eyes widened and went up back into her head.
After a long grueling hour their lips parted a long string of saliva seemed to be all that connected them. He let her go and she collapsed onto the floor, struggling forcefully for oxygen she moved her hands violently in the air trying so desperately to breath. Slowly Hidan crouched down onto her level grasping her head and connected it with his. "Breath slowly." He commended. "In. Out. In. Out." Slowly she began breathing normally. "Now hold still." He picked up a piece of broken glass and her right arm. He jabbed into her arm. Konan could not feel the pain, nor did blood rise from the cut. All that came from the deep cut was a cloud of thick black smoke and eventually the skin stuck to itself and healed.
"It worked. Konan can you stand?" She shook her head. "Ah, fuck. Does this mean I'm going to have to carry you?" Her response was a deathly cold stare, not a glare, but stare and it nearly gave the zealot a heart attack. Almost. Feeling pity for the newly created Reaper he hoisted her lithe body up onto his shoulders. "Dammit and I bet your too shocked to speak too right?" a tug of his hair answered his question.
"Damn damn damn." He hissed beneath his breath. "Well we can't stay here for the night, we need to go."