This chapter has strong amounts of gore and a teeny bit of language. Again, read at your own risk and stuff.

Akatsuki: Occidio, Eradico

Phase 4

Cruor

Three days previous; 2:49 AM. Deidara and another man meet at a rendezvous point outside a famed art gallery in the City of Rock. The man is considerably shorter than Deidara, with large, tired looking eyes and short red hair.

Man: I'm surprised that you wanted to see me on such short notice, Deidara.

His name is Sasori.

Deidara: You say that as if it's bad seeing me. You know I have nothing but respect for you, Sasori no Danna.

Sasori is a master puppeteer, known throughout the major countries. He is acclaimed as one of the best artists of the century.

Sasori: Sometimes I seriously doubt that.

Deidara: Why do you say that?

Sasori: Because I know how badly you want fame.

Deidara rolls his eyes, annoyed.

Deidara: I only want fame because I deserve it.

Sasori: You sound like a stubborn child when you go on rants, you know.

Deidara: I'm not ranting. I'm merely saying that those fools who call their pathetic doodles "art" aren't worthy of being there. The only reason they don't accept mine is because it's too great for their feeble minds to comprehend and appreciate.

Sasori: Are you really that arrogant and self-centered to think you're better than everyone else?

Deidara: I'm not saying this to brag, I'm saying it because it's true.

Sasori: Do you think you've surpassed me?

Deidara: No offense, Danna, but I've surpassed you long ago.

Sasori's eyes grow cold.

Sasori: Really? Is that what you actually believe?

Deidara: What? You don't think so?

Sasori: Of course not. You don't even know what true art is. Art is something beautiful, that lasts for lifetimes. Your moronic idea of art is those exploding figures you make.

Deidara: It's you who doesn't understand what true art is. All you imbeciles say it lasts forever; it's simply not true. Art is beautiful because it is fleeting, and only lasts for a few moments. It's true beauty comes out once it is gone. As I say art-

Sasori: (In a mocking tone) "Is a blast!" ...Right?

Deidara: I guess you really don't understand. Oh well, no matter. You'll understand very soon.

Sasori: What do you mean by that?

Deidara opens his cloak and pulls out a .367 Magnum. He points the gun directly between Sasori's eyes.

Sasori: You can't be serious. I know you're an idiot, but you're not THAT stupid.

Deidara: Has it ever come across to you that maybe I'm sick of you getting credit for your disgusting puppet crap, while I sit here without any appreciation?

Sasori: The reason you don't get any appreciation is because you are an arrogant, whiny, self-absorbed piece of shit. No matter how many times you say it, you have no respect for any fellow artists. All you care about is yourself. All this fame-chasing has tainted your brain, so your art is also tainted. If you keep thinking this way you will never become-

Before Sasori can finish, Deidara shoots the gun in his face. Blood and fragments of his skull and brain splatter across the outside gallery wall, and on the shooter. Deidara calmly walks toward the corpse and shoots it twice more in the head, once in the chest, reloads, and 4 more times in the chest again.

Deidara: I would apologize, Sasori no Danna, but you've been made into a beautiful work of art in death. We'll see who's ideal of art is correct. We'll see.

Present time, 3:02 PM. Hidan stands outside his private hut, waiting. A young girl, about 15 years old, approaches him, with a note in her hand. She has long blonde hair, blue eyes, and is wearing a purple crop top, with a matching purple skirt. She also has fishnet stockings, with some fishnet around her upper arms. Her name is Yamanaka Ino. She is near Hidan's hut, with the belief that she won a backstage tour of a new movie Hidan is starring in. In reality, her reasons for being there are much more grim.

Ino: Hidan-sama, it's such an honor to meet you! You're my absolute favorite actor!

Hidan: (In head) Just my luck, I get stuck with a dumb blonde. Doesn't matter. I won't have to listen to her for very long.

Hidan begins to speak, feigning interest.

Hidan: Hello there. My, you're an attractive young lady. I bet the boys must go wild when they see you walk by.

Ino giggles in the typical fangirl fashion.

Hidan: Your name is Yamanaka Ino, if I'm not mistaken?

Ino: That's right.

Hidan: Wonderful. Right this way.

Hidan politely opens the door for her. She enters, and he closes it behind him, making sure to lock it.

Ino: This hut is pretty small and empty for something a celebrity is staying in, isn't it?

Hidan: I don't like things that are too ornate. Besides, the better stuff is downstairs.

Ino: This thing has a basement?

Hidan: In a manner of speaking.

Hidan walks towards the large vase in the left corner and pushes it, revealing the secret door.

Hidan: This way, please.

Ino: Okay... But this isn't exactly what I was expecting...

Hidan: No need to be alarmed. I'll treat you with utmost hospitality, I assure you.

Ino slowly walks down the stairs, with Hidan close behind. As she enters, she starts to become uneasy. The room is dimly lit with candles. To her right is a large cabinet, to her left a small table with a few chairs. Farther in the room is a small bed, some smaller cabinets, and an altar with strange figurines sitting on it.

Ino: All this looks really spooky. Is this for the new movie.

Hidan: (Again, feigning politeness) Aren't you the sharp one? Indeed it is. It's a horror movie. I play the role of a private investigator tracking down a murderer who sacrifices his victims to a pagan God.

Ino: That IS pretty spooky.

Hidan pulls out a chair near the table to Ino's left side.

Hidan: Have a seat.

Ino sits, as Hidan walks to the farther end of the room and pulls out a wine bottle from one of the cabinets. He also takes out 2 glasses and pours wine into one of them.

Hidan: Would you like a drink?

Ino: I'm not old enough to drink, you know-

Hidan: Oh please. I'm sure you have get-togethers with your friends, where you engage in all sorts of things your parents don't know about. One drink now won't hurt.

Ino: Well... I suppose not. But only a little bit.

Hidan hands the glass to her.

Hidan: I'll get some for myself too.

Hidan walks over to the farther end of the room again, and grabs the wine bottle. He approaches Ino slowly from behind, and hits her over the head with the bottle. It shatters into pieces against her skull. She falls over on the floor, coughing blood. She struggles to get up.

Ino: What... What are you-

Hidan: I can't stand idiotic obsessive fangirls like you. I'd rather have someone less annoying for a sacrifice, but you're all I could get at the moment. I'm rather busy.

Ino: Sa-sacrifice?!

Hidan: Did you really think this was all for a movie?

Hidan removes a large dark coat he was wearing, revealing the three-bladed scythe on his back.

Ino: Why are you doing this to me?

Hidan, still clutching the broken wine bottle in his hands, hits her on the head with it a second time.

Hidan: Stupid bitch, I already told you! Weren't you listening?! I need a sacrifice!

Hidan goes closer to her, pulls her up by her long hair, and runs his free hand across her face, covering his hand with blood. He licks the blood off his hand and walks toward a circle in the middle of the floor. His skin starts to turn black-and-white, in a design similar to a skeleton.

Hidan: I was going to use my scythe if you didn't cooperate, but you don't look like much of a threat. I'll just go right down to business.

Hidan grabs one of about 3 long pikes off the wall to his right. He drives the pike through his left leg. A barely conscious Ino screams in pain and manages to clutch her left leg.

Hidan: Ah... That felt good. One more?

Ino: (Coughs more blood) No... No, please...

Hidan: One more!

He grabs another pike and impales his other leg. Ino lets out another agonized wail. Hidan grins maniacally.

Hidan: This is all so much fun, but I'm in a bit of a hurry. I'll just finish it up now.

Ino starts crying uncontrollably across the room, bleeding profusely. Hidan reaches over and grabs the final pike. He stabs himself through the chest. The girl's cries are silenced. Hidan removes the pikes from his body, and lays down on the circle. He prepares to stab himself once more in the chest. He chants to himself, in an almost sing-song voice.

Hidan: Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam et lingua eius loquetur iudicium...

"The mouth of the Just shall meditate wisdom, and his tongue shall speak judgement."

Hidan: Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem quoniam cum probatus fuerit accipiet coronam vitae...

"Blessed is the man who resists temptation. For, once he has been tried, he shall receive the crown of life."

Hidan drives the pike deep inside his chest.

Hidan: Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison...

"Oh Lord, oh Holy Fire, have mercy."

Hidan drives the other two pikes into his arms.

Hidan: Oh quam sancta quam serena quam benigma quam amoena...

"Oh how sacred, how serene, how benevolent, how lovely..."

Hidan: Oh castitatis lilium.

"Oh lilly of purity."