Hidan did not return again until the next morning. He'd procured a knife in the house he'd entered first, and thought it made his job of sacrificing easier, he'd made a mess of himself. He'd been coated in blood up to his elbows, not to mention all down the front of him. The blood did not so easily wash off of the shirt, so he simply tossed it, and strode back to camp.
Today was his final day with Amira as just 'friends', not that he remembered until he was yet again standing over her as she lay asleep. He couldn't help but stare at her. She was so pretty, so trusting, so blissfully unaware. He didn't find it relevant to tell her that he was a blood thirsty narcissist or that he'd been out murdering people the last few nights.
Hidan had done it systematically, first picking off the people no one would miss, the homeless, some whores, then he moved on to people in the lower class and people living alone until he was obliterating entire families. He was careful, tired his best not to miss anyone in the house or let anyone see him sneaking around.
"You just gonna stand there or are you gonna come lay down?" Amira's voice sounded sleepy, like he'd woken her up, but Hidan had been scarily quiet coming in.
"You little shit," Hidan smirked, his arrogant tone clear as he lay down next to her. Her breathing had evened out again, an he assumed shed gone back to sleep. He lay flat on his back, his head turned to the left. He could only see the back of her head and her shoulders as they rose and fell with her lungs, however that was enough for him.
This afternoon, he would make her his wife. Come to think of it, was there even a marriage ceremony for his religion? No, no he didn't think there was. Shit! He'd have to make something up!
"How did you find me?" He heard her breathe proving she was not asleep.
"Lord Jashin," Hidan spoke calmly, his voice a bit louder than her's.
"Remind me to thank him," she sighed. Hidan did not respond.
It still bothered him how she was so head over heals in love with him. How she took everything seriously but passed it off as if it were no big deal. He wondered if she was genuinely happy or if she smiled though it just because that's how she was raised. He decided to ask her.
"Um," she cleared her throat, "yes I am happy," it sounded so rehearsed. He decided she was slipping.
"Your lieing, tell me the truth," he said flatly.
"I'm nervous, that's all," she spoke very quickly, as if she might choke on the words if she kept them in any longer.
"What are you nervous about?" He shifted his legs a bit and lay his right hand on his stomach.
"I'm nervous about..." She trailed off for a moment, "about our wedding and if your gonna like me or not, I'm nervous, well, scared that I'm not gonna like it. Like being married."
They were quiet for a few moments while Hidan thought. He debated on actually getting married this afternoon, they could put it off and get to know each other, but then if Jashin himself had made the match why did they have to? This had all been done for a reason. His god wouldn't pick someone who's personality was not a match for his own.
"Listen," he nearly groaned. He wasn't any good with his comforting stuff, "it'll be fine. I like you just fine. It'll all be fine."
Fine job Hidan, he though sarcastically, confuse her even more. He didn't know shit about her besides some basic shit from her past, and just yesterday he'd told her he wasn't in love with her and broke her heart.
"I'm so confused, your confusing me," she confessed, he feared she was on the verge of tears. Feared was the wrong word, he knew by the tone of her voice she might cry but he honestly didn't care if she did.
"About what?" He asked if he didn't already know.
"Why did you come here? Why did you ask to marry me if you do not love me? If you don't care, which, I'm fairly sure you don't. Whats the point?" she'd been facing away from him this entire time and he was glad he couldn't see her face.
"Hell, I dunno, I have to like you," he told her plainly. He heard a horrible sound which he could only describe as half way between a scream and a howl.
"You have to?" She shrieked, tearing herself up from the bed to look him dead in the eyes, "these people in this camp, they allow me here because they have to, my hair is this color because I have to, and you just want to marry me because you have to? What is this about?"
She looked sexy when she was angry. Her face was red and streaked with tears and he couldn't see anything else but rebellion in her words.
"I live to piss people off," Hidan smirked and he would have left it at that if his lord had
not taken control of his mouth yet again. It first it was quite an annoyance but now it was no big deal.
"Love in a learning process for mortals Amira. For some it happens fast and all at once and for others it takes much longer for them to learn their place. Amira you have done so well, I have tried to give you something worth while, and I hope today you will accept it."
Amira seemed not only calmed but also astonished by lord jashins words. Her mouth formed a cute 'o' shape that, if instances were different, provoked some not so pure thought. It was almost as if she were aware of what was happening.
"What are you? Who are you?" She leaned away from him, her face looked as if any second he was going to attack her.
"A priest," came the warranted response from his god. Hidan gained control of his body again just as she attempted to step over him to get out of bed. Hidan pulled her back down on top of him as if she were a rag doll. She was literally helpless to fight.
"Let go!" She insisted but it only served to deepen the feeling of lust Hidan had inside. She was fighting him, just like he wanted.
"You love me, you genuinely love me just because I said I'd take your sorry ass, what the hell kind of last ditch attempt is this? Running away?" He held her wrists tightly, sneering at her as he spoke.
"I don't love you!" She cried, literally crying, as she tried to struggle against him.
"Fucking great," he laughed darkly. She tried to scream but it was muffled by his lips. He could feel her hot tears hit his cheeks as she cried as his mouth covered hers.
Beating on the front door forced Hidan away from the kiss. He quickly shoved Amira off of him, giving her a threatening look to stay put as he went to get the door. It was Amira's heifer of an aunt.
"Where's Amira? She's getting married today in case you forgot, you know, to you?" The cow of a woman spat sarcastically. Christ Hidan just wanted to end that miserable life if hers.
"She's asleep, why do you need her?" He sighed, putting his hands on the door frame to further block the woman's view of the inside of the wagon.
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, there's about a million different things she's got to do today," she put her hands on her hips, like she was in control . That pissed Hidan off terribly.
"We arnt using your ceremony. I'm a priest for my own religion, I'm just going to take Amira and leave. She needs to be converted," Hidan's tone was more than annoyed, like his wedding was more trouble than it was worth, like his soon to be wife causing him grief.
The cow of a woman standing at the door, no, this was his door, he would own it after today, leered at him for a moment before stalking off, he noticed a child attached to her hip that he previously couldn't see over the fat of her waistline. Hidan slammed the door, letting her know that he was further displeased with her shit.
"Comfort her Hidan," his god commanded while he still stood in the stairwell to the door. He didn't want to comfort her, but honestly as he walked back inside, he felt sorry for what he'd just done to the girl.
Amira cowered in the corner of the day bed, her arms locked around curled up knees. She wasn't crying anymore, but her face was still red with bloodshot eyes. He sat down, putting his legs up on the bed and leaning his shoulders on the wood wall.
"Come here," he enticed, tone calm and kind now, but when she didn't move he got frustrated, "fucking come here damn it."
Amira crawled over and Hidan pulled her ageists his chest. Amira wanted to struggle and push him away, past experiences with her past husband told her she needed to, but the hug he had her wrapped in wouldn't allow it.
"I'm sorry," he muttered in a grouchy, barely audible tone. He'd beat the shit out of her emotionally, he realized, and she was feeling the pain.
"Were gonna get married, and I promise it'll all make sense after, okay?" He tried to soothe her, but truth be told he wasn't sure if It was helping.
xXx
Hidan found himself seated in Czar's wagon later that afternoon, the man was reading from some sort of heathen religious book, Amira sat outside, waiting. After closing the book, the ring master looked up at him very seriously. He'd already asked for Amira's hand, it wasn't sweet or romantic, it was more casual and rushed. The girls uncle accepted.
"My wife has informed me that Amira will be changing religions," Czar stated calmly. He was half way though the ceremony, Hidan reason, though he found it strange that Amira had to stay outside.
"Yes, is that a problem?" Hidan's tone was even, though his words hinted at his annoyance with this shitty religious practice. Czar shook his head. The older man got up, muttering something about there being protocol about this, opened the door and motioned Amira inside. She smiled awkwardly at them. Czar scowled at her, and she seemed to shrink back though not physically. He had to think of a way, and quickly, to make it seem as if he could confidently preform some sort of marriage between the two, though one did not really exist. A smirk overtook his face, he had a great idea.
Hidan shuffled (and he had to with three people in the small space) himself over to to the kitchen, pulling a decent looking clean knife from the counter.
"Hold still," he instructed, taking up her arm and pressing the blade to her skin. At first she cried out, he imagined that this was hurting her quite a bit but as the blood run down her arm and drip off of her elbow, her whimpering became less and less. Hidan couldn't think of a better way to express the ownership that this marriage implied. When he was finished, he looked down at it, admiring his work.
He'd carved his name into her skin as the juncture of her wrist and palm. As blood bubbled up from the wound, he pressed the bleeding marks to his lips and kissed. Blood smeared over his lips as he pulled away.
"It's done," Hidan announced, and pressed his bloody lips to her clean ones. It was a deep kiss, one Amira returned, not at all grossed out by the blood, she put her arms around his neck and his wrapped around her midsection. It was almost as if she didn't remember anything from this morning or from the last two days really.
The way she kissed him he had no doubt that she was still in love with him despite what she'd said this morning. She kissed him with a passion he'd never felt, something she'd probably thought would never happen again happened, and he couldn't blame her for saving this for someone special.
"When we leave tomorrow, you will not be joining us," the girls uncle more like commanded to Hidan. He was not so civil to the other man anymore since he'd unloaded his burden. Hidan shrugged and took his wife by the wrist, nearly dragging her from the carriage because of his large gait, not because she was unwilling.
Once he'd reached the interior of the wagon and shut the door, which he too now owned, he threw Amira on the bed and proceeded to consummate his marriage.