Hello! Due to an overwhelming number of requests that swamped Kisame, our partner for the Akatsuki will be none other than Hidan!

OR IS HE?

Due to circumstances unknown, Hidan has managed to turn himself into a girl permanently! So, your next voting decides if !femHidan joins Naruto in his Harem (WHICH A LOT OF YOU CHOSE) or just as a partner.

Enjoy!

AN: THANKS FOR REFORMATTING EVERYTHING. I LOVE IT WHEN MY UPLOADS ONTO THE SITE FUCK THE FORMATTING UP. HAHA. I THOROUGHLY ENJOY DIGGING THROUGH CHAPTERS LIKE I'M PANNING FOR GOLD TO FIX MISTAKES THAT WEREN'T EVEN THERE BEFORE.

Seriously though, you have my apologies for words sticking together and whatnot. I can't be bothered to dig through so many errors the site causes each time I edit something.


Chapter 4: Silver Haired Psychopath

Time: 1 day after Massacre. Location: Unknown.


"Huh, it's been a while since we've all 'met up' together." The voice held a grin, a visible maw filled entirely of sharp shark teeth belonging to the tallest member in the secret organisation of Red Clouds and Black Skies. The six rainbow-silhouettes of each member stood around a bonfire placed on a large, round stone. Each member would be undistinguishable if not for their voices, unique eyes and their varying body sizes.

"Perhaps we should do a meet up, eh Sasori?"Kisame's question was directed to the shortest member of the group due to his hunchbacked nature. Sasori's face was unseen, hidden beneath a large straw hat; long strips of string shrouded his face further from sight, concealing his identity.

"Do not be foolish Kisame."Sasori's voice came out as deep guttural growl, a large segregated tail moved threateningly behind him. "Meeting up together would only draw unwanted attention from unwanted people."

"Sasori is right, Kisame."

All heads snapped towards the calm voice. A pair of purple ringed eyes met theirs, making some of the battle hardened men shiver slightly. The legendary eyes, the Rinnegan, roved across their unseen faces, almost as if he was taking in his subordinate's concealed features.

A frown, hidden by her high collar, sprouted on Pain's lieutenant's face. The group had exponentially changed after Yahiko's death. Nagato had become so obsessed with wanting to unite the world, to continue Yahiko and their dreams; that he had started to invite S-Ranked Criminals into the group in order to reach the goal faster. The end game of obtaining every single Bijuu and drawing them out, creating the Juubi and then controlling the world with an iron fist, destroying anything that disagreed or clashed with his ideals of peace.

"So, what's the occasion this time?"The voice came from the owner of yellow siltted eyes, both of which had a noticeable and distinct purple marking around them. Orochimaru, one of the legendary Sannin, owned that specific pair of shifty eyes.

"We have good news."Pain said, noticing that the members suddenly grew interested. "We have located our last two potential recruits."His eyes went over to Zetsu's who nodded his head inside of the Venus flytrap member that surrounded most of his body. One of his mismatched yellow eyes belonging to the white side glittered with untold glee, the white side cleared his throat in an attempt to sound professional like Leader-sama.

"Well! We have found the potential last two recruits!"

One of every member's eyebrows rose up high showing their disbelief at how slow Zetsu was.

"Yes. We know that."Orochimaru answered, sounding rather irritated by the organisation's spy's idiocy, making White Zetsu laugh awkwardly.

"Yes. Er, well-"Zetsu coughed in his fist, "The two of them share something in common, immortality!"Orochimaru's eyes widened inconspicuously, immortality was just the thing he was looking for."The first one we found rather interesting due to the fact that he integrated (what was it?)It is reported that he has managed to find a way to implant large black sentient wires into his body.Right, right. Large black sentient wires."White Zetsu chimed un-helpfully.

"What's so special about that, hmm?"Kisame asked with a tone of interest in his voice. Sasori too, was intrigued by how he managed to do so and if it was replicable in his current wooden body and his puppets. Such an ability true was useful to him, if the wires really were sentient, they were capable of defending themselves while he could use the concentration once used in protecting them in controlling other puppets, maximizing his potential in battle. Yes… this man intrigued him.

"Apparently the wires are capable of detaching his limbs and using them and the wires themselves as weapons, (stop that you idiot)sewing back his limbs if they are dismembered,(You fool, I said stop!)stealing the hearts of his enemies and granting him the use of their elemental affinity alongside special moves limited only to the wielder of this Kinjutsu."Throughout the explanation, White Zetsu was waving his arms around wildly and shaking them to show what he meant whilst Black Zetsu was scolding him via harsh whispers heard by every member.

"Interesting. I assume these stolen hearts are what grants him immortality?"

"Yep, yep, yep!" Zetsu cheered as Orochimaru guessed correctly, "Of course, destroying every heart will cause him to die shortly after their unfortunate destruction."Orochimaru hummed, storing the fact away for later use when the time came to defect and obtain samples.

"Wait, wait! I haven't even gotten to the best part!" He took a deep breath, preparing to surprise the other members. "He'sthe son of the Yondaime Hokage who recently defected from Konoha following the slaughter of the Uchiha Clan.(Oh come on, I wanted to say that!)"

Every single member's, save for Zetsu (who was still arguing with himself) and Pain, eyes opened wide in surprise. The son of the Yondaime Hokage had defected? And killed off the Uchiha Clan? Even Orochimaru, who hated the Yondaime with a burning passion, had not expected his son of all people to have betrayed his family and Konoha. He would have assumed that the boy would follow in his father's footsteps and become the next Yellow Flash after the Yondaime's retirement. The child of a Kage defecting was practically unheard of! Many would groom the heirs to their seat, who would more than likely be children of theirs, as the picture perfect Kage their village wanted to see in times of strife and peace. Orochimaru now had a new person on his shit-list, the boy had wiped out most, if not all the Uchiha?!

"What about the next guy?"

Kisame asked, hoping that the son of the Yondaime Hokage would challenge him to a fight. The idea of fighting an immortal that was trained by the fastest man alive really made him excited and blood thirsty. Unknown to him, a malicious and hungry grin had managed to worm itself onto his face, making Orochimaru slightly uncomfortable as it seemed Kisame was grinning at him due to them standing opposite from one another.

"Actually,"Zetsu's eyes made their way to the most silent and their only female member, Konan. "You might be interested in this one Konan-senpai! It's a girl!"Konan merely gave a soft grunt, acknowledging the fact with only a minute amount of interest.

Undeterred by her response, he continued. "Not much is known so far about her…"Zetsu trailed off, tapping his white hand against his white face in a thoughtful manner. "Her name is Hidan and she's part of a cult cleverly titled-"White Zetsu covered his mouth in an attempt to hide his snickering, but managed to mumbled the name out through his growing laughter."-Jashinism."

"Pfft, Ke-ahahahha!"Kisame broke out into gut-wrenching laughter, palming his head at the name of the cult. He managed to stand back up, towering over everyone else, wiping away an unseen tear out the corner of his eye with his finger. "That-"He breathed out one last chuckle,"-is comedy gold. They couldn't think of anything cooler?"

"I know rig-back to the details(aw, you're no fun.). It is reported that she was part of an experiment by other members of the cult, Jashinists," White Zetsu and Kisame sniggered. "Who apparently managed some sort of ritual to connect her to Jashin himself. It is not known if she can actually speak to him or her or if she just receives thoughts and suggestions from the dark deity."

"Deity or not, no one will be able to stand against The God."Pain murmured pride fully, his arrogant, yet calm façade of being above everything else coming into place. Zetsu nodded sagely, but Pain was unsure if it was mocking or truthful, he could never tell with the spy that had appeared one day, pledging loyalty to them.

"Anyways, she was last seen re-visiting her home town of Yugakure. We'd like to assume she isn't there for a 'friendly' visit. It is easy to spot her due to her silver hair and large red three-fanged scythe."

"So, who's going to go and invite them into Akatsuki?"Sasori asked with more than a hint of interest in his voice. He certainly wanted to send the invitation, and if he declined, Sasori could easily gain a new puppet with a unique and never before seen ability.

"We will not be inviting them yet,"Pain answered smoothly, confusing many of the members. "Zetsu has informed me that they will be meeting paths soon. It will be convenient to invite the both of them at once…"

"And if they decline?"Orochimaru's voice questioned, clearly feeling unsure of the leader's decision. His ringed eyes were gone, eyelids shutting over them and hiding the piercing gaze from view.

"Make a bet with them, or challenge them will suffice... If they still do not cooperate, then they are of no use to me."Pain said with finality. The members mentally nodded, each understanding the necessity of silencing any recruits that turned them down. If word spread of a group capable of fighting destroying villages banded together, the Five Hidden Villages would willingly band together in order to bring them down which would set them back by at least a decade. They did not, however, catch the way Pain had said his sentence. That they were merely pawns to his cause of uniting the world under one single flag. It did not matter to him if they at the end survived or not, it only mattered if they died before completing their goals.

"What are we supposed to do for now?"Sasori's voice raked across their ears, Pain's head turned to his, acknowledging his answer.

"Continue with collecting assets for the group. Until we have completed the group, we require more funding from bounties and jobs. There will be no use in starting trouble with villages while we are underfunded."He turned to Orochimaru, "I trust you will assist in building more hidden bases?" The serpent master nodded, aware that the question the leader asked him was rhetorical. Unfortunately for Pain, he could not read minds and was left unaware that while the funds had been used to build hidden bases, the hidden bases all belonged to Orochimaru.

The image of Pain and Konan flickered briefly before disappearing completely. The other members followed in their suit, vanishing one by one until only Zetsu remained.

A sly grin formed on the visible half of his face.

"Heh. All the pieces are falling into place…"

Then he too, vanished, leaving the stone room barren with the exception of the bonfire. The bonfire slowly decreased in life, the ashes glowing dimly, almost sadly, before spluttering out without a sound. One might have thought it was rather ominous, in the darkness as the flickering flames died out, one would have pointed it out, that it seemed like a bleak metaphor for the future but would have later shrugged it off, thinking it was merely their imagination running wild.

"Are you sure we can trust Zetsu?" Konan asked Nagato through a mutter, her golden-amber eyes staring out into the raining city of Amegakure. Pain kept quiet for a minute, turning around and started heading towards the door to the basement of the tower they resided in. He turned his head, glancing at her from over his shoulder.

"For now? Yes. But soon, he and the others will all prove to be obsolete to us and shall have to be disposed of."

Konan did not oblige him with an answer while Pain took his leave, going down the spiralling steps, deeper into the building where he kept his other Paths. Konan simply continued to watch as the rain hit the streets and filled canals of Ame, pitter-pattering as they collided with the concrete floor and the citizens of the grey skyscraper infested village. She closed her eyes, enjoying the breeze and chill of the afternoon –it was hard to tell, with dark grey clouds blocking out the sun- rain on her face, her shoulder-length azure hair shifting gently with the wind. Soon there would be light at the end of the tunnel, the rainbow that would come with the sun after the downpour.

She was sure of it.

Rather, she had to assure herself there would be.


Time: 5 Days after Massacre. Location: Iwa

"Oi, Ōnoki-Jiji~! have you heard?"

"Hmm? What is it?" The old man's head lifted up off the desk, eyes fluttering in order to keep them open.

"Rumour has it, Konoha just got badly crippled."

"Huh?" The old man stood up in a hurry, faster than someone his age was capable of and nearly tumbling over the desk he was previously asleep on. "What happened?" He demanded, voice laced with an eagerness unheard of in a very long time.

"Not surprising," His granddaughter sighed mock-exasperatedly. "You've been sleeping on the job and nobody but me dares to wake your old and wrinkly butt up. Maybe it's high time you passed that spot on to someone more reliable," She paused, placing a finger onto her lips, ignoring the fuming old man who had a miasma of darkness surrounding his nearly balding head.

"Like me!"

"KUROTSUCHI!" He roared at the girl, irritated that she was withholding important information from him. Important information that he certainly did not receive because he was sleeping.

"Hai, hai!" His granddaughter relented. "Apparently-"


Location: Kumo

"-The 'Noble Prince of Konoha' has gone bad you say?" The big, black and burly man, the Raikage, nodded to the question directed to him by his second right hand man, Darui.

"How dull." Darui breathed out, sighing as he finished. He leaned back into the chair, propping his legs up onto the Raikage's desk.

"Dull or not, he managed to get rid of one of Konoha's greatest defence; the Uchiha, for us." A handed Darui the bingo book that was open to Naruto's page, one where he gazed across the newest and most updated entry on him. They had chosen to give him the nickname of 'Kao O Musumu Mono (The Face Stealer)'and 'Sembo No Kemono (Beast of Many Faces)' due to the ridiculous amount of masks he carried with him; spoils taken from fallen ANBU of various villages. Almost every day, his mask would change, earning him both nicknames by ANBU squads who had not been killed at his hands.

"Do you honestly want to wage war on them? Now?" Darui asked, almost expecting his boss to jump at the chance to invade Konoha. The feud between Kumo and Konoha villages were not as strong as Iwa and Konoha, but Kumo would not hesitate to capitalise on the weakened country.

"Not anytime soon," The Raikage conceded to the shaggy haired blonde. War was not something they wanted to start again. Fresh memories of the Third Shinobi War still marred the minds of many shinobi and civilian of every village. Additionally, despite the fact that the Hachibi's resealing happened years ago, they still had not managed to properly return to their previous military strength after the tailed beast's attack on Kumo.


Time: 1 Week after Massacre. Location: 5 miles from Yugakure

Men surrounded the silver haired Hidan who was dressed plainly dressed in raggedy brown robes, the bottom of which were stained red with freshly spilled gore. Beneath her, a man lay, slain from multiple stab wounds to the chest by a retractable pike Hidan held in her hand.

"Oh, Jashin-sama! Here, another sacrifice to please your unending desire for blood and souls!" She turned around, the black and white skeletal markings on her body fading away, leaving her with her usually pasty skin.

She gave them a hungry grin, "Oh look! More soon-to be corpses. You guys sure know how to make an immortal girl happy." She cheered happily, lifting up her glinting crimson-stained pike and pointing it at them. The men and woman from Kiri, identified from their headbands, sneered at the silver haired lunatic and brandished their kunai, preparing to engage the enemy.

"An immortal eh?" The apparent leader, the woman who looked to be in her early twenties gave Hidan an amused smile after hearing her proclamation regarding her mortality, or lack thereof. "Well, we'll see how immortal you are with a kunai stuck in your brain."

"Gah! Quit your yapping and start your bleeding!" Hidan charged in like a bull, pike in hand. She had no idea where her scythe went, but would still make them bleed regardless. If she lost her pike, she would scratch them. If she lost her hands, she would kick them. If she lost her legs, she would bite them. A failure to kill her opponent would make her look bad in Jashin-sama's eyes.

"C'mere, I'll play hopscotch in your chest cavity!" She swung her pike wildly, knocking past one ninja's kunai with her superior strength not shown in her frail and petite body. With a great thrust, she buried the pike deep into the man's neck, mildly enjoying the warm mist of blood that covered her face. She took a deep whiff, pulling out the pike, enjoying the metallic scent the toasty crimson liquid provided.

"Ah, freshly spilled blood. What a homely smell." Reminiscing in her old memories, where she was strapped to the floor, a pentagon drawn in blood beneath her stark naked body while men and women walking up to her, chanting ominously as she casually yawned under the light of the waxy red candles. Man, it really reminded her of those corny and predictable plays in the theatre that she went to as a child, where they would summon the evil deity or monster to destroy the world or something, and then the hero would come along and stop the malicious intents that the creature had planned and get the princess in the end.

What a load of garbage.

In the end, she didn't remember much but was sure that Jashin had spoken to her, either that or it was the drugs and alcohol kicking in. But somewhere amidst Jashin speaking to her and gaining immortality, she had managed to get free, procured a large triple-fanged scythe and a pike, killed every single member of the Cult, and then bathed herself in their blood.

All in all, it was a pretty slow Friday night.

Breaking out of her wondrous reverie, she leaned out of the way of a large fuma shuriken that had nearly taken her head off, whirling away and embedding itself in the thick trunk of a nearby tree. Sure it wouldn't kill her, but fighting without a head was a real mess, believe her, she'd tried it before, watching your body swing a large scythe, stumbling left and right without any coordination while you shouted commands at your headless body who couldn't even hear your orders was incredibly troublesome.

How she managed to sew her head back to her stump of a neck was something she didn't want to bring up.

"Jeez guys, it's like you're aren't actually trying to kill me. Jashin-sama would be displeased." She shook her head disappointedly at the woman, who merely narrowed her eyes.

"Tsk, you killed Toshiro," The leader clicked her tongue, "Do you know how much paperwork you've just cost me? I'll just have to take my frustrations out on you." Hidan rolled her eyes, irritated that no one was leaking blood out of multiple orifices caused by her pike. Tired of waiting for them to make their move, she made hers.

"Kill her, and do it quick."

"You can't kill me. Y'know why?" Hidan bent down slowly, still keeping eye contact with the group of ninjas while she wrapped her fingers around the pike.

"Because," With a hard yank, she removed it from the fallen man's neck, walking forwards as she began twirling the sharpened steel rod with her dainty fingers.

"I am-" The walking picked up speed, turning into a jog before a full out sprint, the group braced themselves as Hidan plunged head first, pike raised high and pointed down, straight into the action all the while sporting a certifiably psychotic grin on her face.

"-IMMORTAL!"


"I was not expecting this." Naruto had watched as the silver haired girl slaughtered every single one of the Kiri ninja with a sickening smile on her face. He had been unexpectedly surprised when she had been shoved into the large shuriken she had dodged earlier on, and accidentally chopped off her own hand before promptly screaming, and Naruto quotes, 'Pleasure in pain!' before making a loud and uncomfortable orgasmic noise that confused the women and her men and scared Naruto –and turned him on a little-.

Apparently she wasn't kidding when she had claimed she was immortal because she had proceeded to continue fighting despite the loss of her appendage and the copious amounts of blood pouring from her wound. Surprisingly, she seemed more distraught at losing the blood because it was going to waste rather than the fact that normal people required it to live.

He shrugged at that point; he didn't have blood either, only black wires coursing through his veins.

It was also worth mentioning that she had been turned into a kunai pin-cushion, having several sticking out of her body as she cut her hunters down, continuously praising 'Jashin-sama' as she did so.

"Ugh. Great, now I need to sew back my fucking hand." Hidan sneered at the twitching appendage whilst she removed the kunai's from her grievously stabbed body with her spare hand, shudders and gasps passing through her body like ghosts from every weapon removed.

"Do you require assistance?" Naruto called out from above. Not expecting the voice, Hidan jumped lightly, dropping her severed appendage in shock.

"Wha-! Who the fuck are you?" She demanded, brandishing her pike defensively as she looked up at the figure in the treetops.

"Don't worry, I am not here to fight you. Do you-"

"Is it because I'm a girl? Well fuck you too, you sexist prick!" The blonde haired ninja was caught off guard by her comment.

"Uh-" He scratched his head awkwardly, clearly confused. "What?"

"You heard me! You're a sexist prick because you don't want to fight a girl!"

"I don't think that's how sexism works." Naruto rubbed his forehead, clearly having a hard time comprehending on why she would want to fight him when he had offered help. Perhaps she had major trust issues?

"It totally is! If I'm a girl, and you hit me, that would mean you're not a sexist, but if you don't that means you totally are!" She paused, her face turning uncertain. "Wait, or is it the other way around?"

"Definitely not how sexism works." He shook his head, "Look, I'm only trying to help you out, there's no need to debate on sexism."

"Bah!" She sneered at Naruto, unaware of the black threads that were sneaking up behind her ankles. She jabbed her finger in his direction, "You've got no balls, unlike my dad, he hit me and mama all the time!"

"That just sounds like you've been abused." He pointed out in a surprisingly sad voice, ignoring the sudden pang of pity in his chest. Naruto could not –would not- stand for abuse, even worse if it was sexual. The thought of Natsumi being sexually abused made his hand clench tightly into a fist.

Hidan snarled, her visage turning furious instead of demented. "So what if I was abused, huh? I don't need your damn pity because that just makes me a survivor! I outlived mama-"

'So she decided to mask the pain by becoming a psychopath, interesting.' He mused sadly; paying rapt attention as she continued yelling her lungs out about how she had killed her father in vivid detail after he choked her mother to death in a fit of drunken rage. With a tug of his fingers, the wires that had left his wrist pulled hard from the sudden pressure placed onto it. Hidan, not knowing of the wire that had made a small circle around her feet, continued screaming at Naruto, releasing all frustration and sadness she kept bottled up involving the supressed memories from her childhood involving her abusive father.

"-And then when he had the damn gall to say that I disappointed him by not killing him in one go, so I ripped out his fucking intestines and shoved them up into his ass-Whoa!" The strings tightened, ensnaring her feet together and yanking her upwards into the branches of the large oak trees. Her head slammed into multiple thick limbs of the trees that stretched outwards as she was pulled up, prompting a rather comedic scene to any passer-by's happening to witness the spectacle.

"Ow! Ouch! Ow! Oi, will you quit- Ow!" Each 'ow' accompanied multiple loud 'clonk's, with every collision into a branch made the tree tremble violently, causing an abundance of leaves to shed from above, months in advance. Finally stopping upside down in front of Naruto, legs still bound, she groaned from the dizziness and half-heartedly swung her pike in an attempt to ward Naruto off. Ignoring her attempts at slashing him, with one hand, he began by grabbing her wrist as she missed her swipe, and used the wires in his free hand to stitch back the missing appendage into the stump that had stopped bleeding.

After getting rid of her double vision, Hidan tiredly allowed her arms to fall limp, dropping her pike back into the ground some twenty metres below her. Her earlier rant had left her physically and emotionally exhausted, more spent than she normally would feel after screaming her lungs out and participating in a rampage in the name of Jashin. Digging up the past was something she absolutely detested, so she hid it behind walls. But they had somehow segued from a joke about sexism into her abuse, and everything had just fallen apart.

"Hey. I stitched back your arm like you said earlier."

Hidan stared at him, purple eyes wide in confusion. He actually meant to help her?

"You…" She said in a surprisingly calm voice, "…You're strange, y'know that?"

"Yeah." Naruto chuckled, staring at the black threads that receded back into his body. He was getting used to the feeling of it already. "I know."

"Now, if you're not going to try and kill me… will you GET ME DOWN FROM HERE?!"


"Have you ever tried strangling a man to death with just your thumb?" Condescending would be the best word to describe her natural voice, a constant sneer that stained her silky voice.

A sigh escaped Naruto's lips from behind the ANBU mask. Perhaps teaming up with a fellow immortal who was also a blood-thirsty worshipper of an evil god was not one of his better plans. Well, to be fair, most of his plans were never properly planned ahead and were half-assed at best. A good indicator of this would more than likely be the, the poorly planned assault on the Uchiha Clan, one that had led him to become the teen he was today.

"ItIsGlorious." Emphasising every word lustfully, she gave him an alluring smirk that made his skin crawl.

And he was very certain that the threads had nothing to do with the feeling.

The sides of her mouths curved upwards, and near reached the bang of silver hair she pinned onto the right side of her face with a purple clip. Now that he was closer, he could easily see her Yugakure headband that hung loosely around her neck while a metal necklace with the symbol of what he assumed to be Jashin was sitting snug between her valley of ample cleavage. She had taken the liberty to free the chest area of her brown Jashinist robes, slicing the middle down to where the sides of her breasts began.

It had certainly made talking to the girl very distracting as she was much shorter than he was and whenever she talked to him, she usually boasted, puffing her chest out and unknowingly making her cleavage much more visible. Naruto even questioned if she was wearing anything underneath the robes, to which she simply wiggled her eyebrows and shot him a seductive look, asking if he wanted to find out. He promptly shot her down.

Feeling slightly bored, she decided to strike up conversation with him. "Say, how many hearts do you have left?" She asked curiously. They had been talking for a while and she had found out that he too, was an immortal, but had to change hearts every so often. She was secretly touched by the fact that he shared such valuable information with her, and had made sure to uncharacteristically thank him for trusting a complete psychopath. He had then briefly told her that he felt he was capable of subduing her if it came to an attempted –and literal- backstab after he had assessed her skill level against the Kiri ninja. She had begrudgingly accepted his offer on improving her hand to hand and scythe prowess.

"An adequate amount." Her masked companion spoke stiltedly, annoying her greatly. Hidan scowled childishly, an adorable sight were it not for the giant red three-fanged scythe, which was at least half her height, that she slung over her shoulder in a casual manner.

"Sheesh, Mr Talkative aren't you?" Hidan mumbled cynically as she rolled her purple eyes, not liking the silence one bit, finding it the atmosphere the silence brought to be too awkward. She was the polar opposite to Naruto. She enjoyed killing, he didn't. She enjoyed being loud and noisy, he didn't. She found it extremely entertaining to sadistically torture her victims before killing them, he didn't.

Suffice to say, they were the different sides to a coin.

Again, their meeting hadn't gone very well either.

"Why are you following me again?"

"I'm not. We just happened to be going in the same direction. And besides, I'm going to kill my neighbours." Whistling innocently, Naruto stared at her and found that she looked just like a beautiful and benevolent angel with her silver hair and strangely calm expression… then she adjusted the scythe that was on her shoulder, destroying her image entirely.

"Do I want to know why?" He sighed, having already expected it.

"Do you?" She inquired, doing her best to annoy him.

"Nevermi-" She cut him off before he could say anymore. "Well, if you must know," He sighed again, "I'm preeettysure they knew that mama and I were abused but didn't do jack shit about it." She lifted her recently stitched hand and made a so-so gesture.

"'Pretty'sure?" He asked unconvinced, "Perhaps you just want to kill them for fun?"

"Well, there's that," She pointed out, admitting one of the many reasons she had returned to Yugakure. "But they are kinda old, like 'ancient' old. I'd like to see the look on their face when they open their door and come face to face with the Grim Reaper." She grinned as she brought her hood up, covering her eyes and nose from the shadow and leaving only a cruel smile in place.

"Okay, I get bonus points if they get a heart attack and die on the spot."

"I'm not going to play this game with you."

"Aren't you?" Naruto did his best, refraining from swinging his fist into Hidan's face. Suddenly, with Hidan around, it felt like it was going to be a very long day.


Anyways, hope I didn't disappoint. I'm going to take a nap because I feel like shit.

Good night.