Apprentice of Hidan

So you choose to don on the hat Alice, so be it. Lead us down the hole to depravity Alice Hatter and we shall jump together with you.

As promised, the story has indeed been updating slower but I believe the quality more than makes up for the delay. Unless of course I am wrong and you readers prefer quantity over quality. If that is the case, please let me know and even if it is against my beliefs I will try my damnest to kill my beliefs and bend to your will.

However nothing comes without a price.

Moving on to the current state of my story, I am very surprised that I am being followed, favorite and even reviewed by authors that have stories with very high popularity and huge reception. I would like to thank those that wished to look out for a new writer like me, your reviews and private messages have indeed encouraged me to continue writing and dare I say it, write even better than I would have.

That is not to say reviews are only set for popular authors, I have been getting various forms of encouragement from the general populace and that is more than enough for me. But I am currently lacking criticism in my reviews by said general populace and I would very much appreciate it as criticism will allow me to connect on the same level as you when it comes to the story.

All of this is for your enjoyment.

Summary:

"Now! Let's savor the utmost of suffering together!", never thought I would hear that in person but no thank you Hidan I would very much like to have my sanity intact. Apparently fate had other plans for this little ol' resident biologist. Or the story in which Hidan and Jashin adopt a bloody baby into their crazy mix of a family. Si-oc self insert with a darker theme.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and never will.

Note from author: If you see frequent updates on all the chapters it is because I am editing my work due to some mistakes that escaped me from proofreading and in some chapters due to recent reviews that can be added into my work which in this case is the recent review that shed light on my use of apostrophe and quotation marks.

"Son of a mother loving truck!"-normal speech

'Well this is my life now...'-normal thoughts

'Who are you…'-Lord Jashin's thoughts/speech

Run for your life!-exaggerated emotions/actions/speech

"The voice in her head told her not to trust him. But then, the voice in her head didn't trust anyone."
― C.J. Daugherty

My surroundings was enveloped with darkness, where am I?

"Hidan!?", my voice was lost in the dark abyss and no reply came, only the abyss and nothing but the abyss.

"Hidan!? If this is a joke, it is not funny!", still nothing came, my eyes darted around frantically and nothing came into my line of sight, only the abyss stared back at me.

I looked down at myself to give myself some comfort with the familiarity of my own body within this… wherever this is. Sure enough, my body was still that of an 8 year-old, only difference was there was now a stain on it: Jet-black veins were creeping up my legs in a slow, slug-like manner. I freaked out as these veins were made from the abyss and it was unnerving to me that it was spreading to my body. In a frenzied manner, I rubbed my legs, hoping to physically remove the stain, but to no avail. The rubbing only served to quicken the process and I quickly stopped the futile motion and logically thought about what lead me to here.

'Hmm, the last thing I remember was practicing the touch of death with Hidan and I was thinking about methods to improve on it before… did I faint again?'

That was the only possible explanation for where I was right now, I would have remembered if me and Hidan traveled to this godforsaken darker-than-black place. Then if that is the case, is this my mindscape? Like the one where Naruto went to when he experienced a serious injury for the first time and met Kurama, the misunderstood fur ball? Why in the world then is it so black? Is the blackness a representation of the insanity that almost took me over? Is that why it is so prominent here?

With no one to answer me, I succumbed to my inquisitive nature and decided to explore by myself. This was probably a bad idea but I have seen and felt worse since I was dropped into the world of Naruto. There is nothing that can surprise me with my premonition of this world, probably.

I bent down and stared at the abyss. My entire body screamed at me to turn away from this wrongness, this thing, this aberrant but where was I going to look? There was nothing but the abyss surrounding me so I persisted, the deeper I stared, the more I realized the abyss seemed to have a life of its own. It wriggled and pulsated underneath my toes and spread itself around my feet, climbing up to me gradually but slowly. I was interested in this as I assumed the abyss was a physical manifesto of my insanity but this did not seem to be the case.

Was something living in my head? I abandoned all of my fear and reached my hand towards the abyss, there is the saying curiosity killed the cat and I have the feeling I am that cat but if I do not find out what the hell this thing is I will most likely kill myself out of sheer curiosity. As my hand grew nearer and nearer, my bodily instincts tackled me and tried to hold my hand back. Even if my mind did not listen to my body, my body still tried to halt me from touching whatever this thing was. Fascinating! This thing could invoke my natural instincts on a whim, how unnatural is this? My body's rejection only fueled my persistence to complete my action. I touched the abyss.

My whole body burst in pain and I collapsed, this pain was not instantaneous and it continued to build up on my poor frame. It was like a pressure, trying to crush me and mold me into something. My whole frame shook and I laid flat on the floor, spasming like a fish thrown from its natural environment into the cruel lands above. My eyes filled with tears and through the watery haze, I made out several black and white pictures flying towards me. It started out slow and I sometimes saw bits and pieces here and there. There was a pregnant lady lying on the bed with a man overlooking her from the headrest, probably her lover with the amount of love that was being directed at her just from his twinkling eyes. Then there was the same picture again but with someone staring in the corner of the background, it seems the two couldn't see him. I tried to focus on his face but for some reason it only stayed as a blur, however I could clearly see his body frame. He was 7 foot 9 inches and with his broad shoulders and muscular build, he looked like a giant. How the two never noticed him, I could not understand as the height was already a big give away to how he was very different from the rest. In my previous life, I have watched professional basketball before with NBA and the tallest person was still shorter than him by 2 inches. The next photo showed the same person again with the couple, this time he was looming over them with his height and pulled them into a hug. The couple this time seem to notice him and looked very uncomfortable with their weak smiles that did not seem to reach their eyes and even though it was a picture I could very well imagine their bodies were trembling as their bodies were shining with sweat as they looked at the camera. Again I could not see his face, it seems it was deliberately blurred out. A few more pictures passed by me and I tried to strain my eyes through the painful tears stinging me and make them out, but suddenly, the pain reached a crescendo.

ARGHH!

The pictures started to pick up speed until it eventually turned into a blur before finally blending into one continuous white-washed frame. I thought there could be nothing more painful then what I was experiencing but the pain defied my expectations and continued to build up. It felt like a thousand heated needles stinging all over my body and every second, ten more would be added, eventually turning my body into a pincushion of pure pain. When it felt like my mind would collapse under the pain and black out, the pain suddenly stopped.

Dark, darker, yet darker. A pair of hands made out of pure black that was somehow even darker than the abyss grasped my chin in my collapsed state. The hands painfully grasped my chin and forced my head to lift up and look at the owner of those pair of hands. I did not want to see what monstrosity this thing was probably going to be judging from the black hands but with my position, I couldn't help but trail my eyes up those hands to the wide broad shoulders and eventually to the face. His face was devilishly handsome, chin sharper than a knife and cheek bones defined to almost sculpture-like levels. His skin though black as night regardless seemed to be supple and smooth to the point where if you reach out and touch it with your fingers it would sink into the softness and you would refuse to let go. Overall his facial structure looks like an Adonis and women should be flocking to his side in doves. However that is if they can disregard his eyes, his eyes were blood red like mine and when I stared into his enchanting red pool, I immediately regretted it like so many decisions I made when I came to the world of Naruto.

His eyes reflected all my deepest, darkest fears. I saw my dismembered head rolling away from my body as the truck hit me, a reminder that I died in the most gruesome way possible in my previous life and crushed my previous future in one fell swoop. I saw my previous self pitifully eating breakfast and dinner with cup noodles, a reminder that I had experienced what it was like to starve. I saw my future self being captured alive and tortured by hunter-nins, a reminder that my future was bleak and grim if I stick with the Akatsuki. I now knew why the pictures blinded the tall person's face, it was to save the people looking at the pictures from those pair of crimson eyes. It was as if I opened the Pandora box and this time there was no hope at the bottom of the box. I continued staring, unable to tear my eyes away from what I was seeing.

'I have finally met you, my destined little one. How I have longed to hold your face in my hands.'

His voice flowed out, smooth as velvety silk but my body slapped me in the face and made me recognize how wrong it sounded.

'We don't have much time here but always remember this, you belong to no one except me, your Lord Jashin.'

The moment he said that, I felt myself being flung out of the abyss into the lands of consciousness and I promptly expelled whatever contents I have left in me into the grass next to me. I hacked and heaved, trying to take the rotten taste from out of my mouth. I knew it was pointless as the rotten taste was not in my mouth, it was in my head. Lord Jashin was real. Realizing that, I laughed out loud, not a hint of mirth in my laughter, and rolled around the grass bed, careful not to touch the puke.

"Hey? Hey! Snap out of it." Hidan saw my psychotic episode and came over and lifted me to face him directly, me laughing the entire time. He probably tried talking sense into me but I couldn't hear him over the sound of my world crashing down on my psyche.

"Dammit, I do not wish to do this but you force my hand."

SMACK!

The sound of Hidan's hand slapping my face resounded throughout the forest. I momentarily regained control over my mind and tears streamed down face as I held my stinging cheeks. Not because of the pain, the pain was welcome as it snapped me out of the psychotic episode, but because Hidan saved me from myself, again. Hidan apparently thought differently and profusely apologized to me while I was crying.

I wiped my tears with my sleeves and hugged Hidan tightly.

"Thank you."

Hidan tensed underneath my hug and slowly pried me off of him, him still being a ninja and what not made him detest feeling vulnerable. However his face held a grin that he tried to kept hidden from me as he turned his body sideways. What a cute sap. Afterwards I immediately threw out the idea of Hidan being cute, what the hell was I thinking?

"No problem."

He then asked me on what happened that I woke up in such a state. Not willing to tell Hidan it was Jashin as he might go on another worshiping spree which involved killing many people, I told him it was just a horrible nightmare from when I was spending my time where I was born. He looked at me with pitiful eyes and contemplated something as he looked at me and the grass multiple times. Eventually he decided he wanted to tell me whatever he was thinking of.

He laid it out to me the details of my origins. I was born in a place called Valley of Hell, quite a fitting name when I woke up there, the reason why it was called that was because the water there was very red due to the abundance of iron in the water. Moreover, there was the foul-smelling steam that constantly rose up from the water making life there very well, almost impossible. Almost impossible because my family that was known as the Chinoike clan was expelled Yugakure and was forced to live there. Last Hidan heard of the clan was that they died a couple of months staying there but he was surprised I was still alive after a few years has passed, probably the will of Lord Jashin he said. I believed him as that deity was currently living in my head. Dammit.

Hidan also explained to me what little he knew about my clan's abilities since clan secrets were carefully guarded by all the ninja villages. Apparently, I was able to control blood from a human body but it must be spilled and exposed to the external environment before I could use it. This made the Chinoike clan really powerful in the middle of the battlefield as there will be an abundance of blood being spilled everywhere as everyone tried to out slaughter the other faction.

Hidan could only tell me that but I knew the real prowess the Chinoike clan held, I was always fascinated by side characters of Naruto as they had interesting powers and this clan was no exception so I delved into research on this clan before I died in my previous life. I found out that you do not necessarily have to have blood spilled for you to use your powers, you can actually control the blood inside of the enemy's body almost like a blood bender in Avatar: The Last Airbender. This however requires a high chakra control as the Chinoike clan actually make use of the chakra in the blood to move it or shape it into whatever they please. I was quite lucky in that department as I had low chakra reserves, making chakra control exercises much easier and in no time I would be able to control blood that was not spilled. For now, I just have to keep training.

Speaking of training, me and Hidan were still currently practicing my touch of death and I was having some amount of success in it. Due to my low chakra reserves, I thought of another method to vibrate my palms. Instead of pushing untold amounts of chakra into my palms to the point of bordering on chakra exhaustion, I could systematically pour some chakra in the middle of my palm and very closely control the chakra at the outer areas of the palm, around the fingers. This allows for a gradual vibration of all the chakra from the outer area to the inner area, requiring way less chakra to produce the same humming effect when my hands turn into a blur. Practicing this I turned to Hidan and instinctively hit the area above his heart as I have been guided by him one too many times. Blood poured out of Hidan's mouth.

"You definitely burst my heart." He warbled as blood filled his mouth, causing blood and spittle to fly everywhere, with some landing on my face.

I did not care as I did my celebratory dance for my own success. It looked like a strange cross between the worm and shaking your body side to side. Hidan must have found it strange as he stared at me like I was the one who was crazy, not him. Jokes on you, I have the living embodiment of crazy in my head! Ha ha ha… help.

As the sun set and cast the world in a red hue, I thought about Hidan's explanation of my origins and how it coincided with my awakening or re birthing into this world. It explained the red skies when I woke up as my clan dojutsu must have activated during my birth and the environment in which I was born in. However I did not understand why my people chose to off each other, was it for natural resources? Was it for a deep familial dispute? I would not be able to find out as I researched on the clan's powers in my previous life but not the history.

I stared off into the sunset and thought about the one thing that stayed constant for me when I was introduced into this world, Hidan. Although he had ulterior motives behind helping me out, he was still a great teacher and went above and beyond teaching when I needed his help in sorting out my mental health. Who knew fellow psychopaths understood each other. I can be considered one now with the addition of a crazy god and teacher in my life.

I turned my head and looked towards Hidan lazily basking in the glow of the sunset looking peaceful, not realizing his painful end of being decapitated and buried underneath god knows where. I was going to have to treat him better, he did not deserve what was coming to him. I vowed to myself.

Night was coming and underneath the light of a nearby portable lantern, I wrote in my diary while taking great care not to mumble: In a few more months I will be turning 9 and will be able to practice taijutsu, I can't wait! However more distressing and important matters have popped out today, the fore front of the matter being I met Lord Jashin. Yup, the one and only deity that savors death, war, torture, necrophilia and rape. He is currently being a free loader in my head so that is going to be a big problem later on. I do not know if my sanity will be affected by his presence but this makes my diary writing habit all the more important as it reminds me of what I have to focus on. Not losing myself. Furthermore since he visited me when I was unconscious, would he be able to visit me when I go to sleep? After all sleep is a form of unconscious brain activity. I am now starting to dread my favorite activity of sleeping. If you can read this Lord Jashin, thank you for ruining the one thing that I enjoy immensely in this world. Moving onto lighter matters, I finally succeeded in solving my chakra reserves problem when it comes to the touch of death and the result is Hidan's heart bursting. Still not enough though, I want to see that heart burst out of the other side of his chest. I think I am starting to turn morbid in this world's strangling atmosphere of kill or be killed. Last but not least, I will be starting my chakra control exercise today and every night thereafter. I learned that sticking a large amount of leaves to your body can be done unconsciously so I am going to try this out tonight, see if my chakra control improves. I will see you tomorrow.

Closing my book, I hid it in my hidden pocket underneath my jacket. Hidan may have read my diary before but it was on accident and I am not going to give him the same privilege again. I do not know what he would do if he found out Lord Jashin was residing in my head. Crack my head open like a coconut? Definitely.

I placed 200 leaves on various parts of my body and laid down to rest, I didn't go to sleep until many hours later as my body was tensed in preparation of meeting Lord Jashin again. My body sank back into the abyss…

This was the first time you met Lord Jashin, how was it? I tried not to make him an all powerful deity and more human-like as you would not be able to relate to that arrogant gender less formless Lord Jashin that I created before in my head. Don't worry he will still have powers of his own but not to the point where the oc will become immediately god-like.

Do treat my precious little one well author, or your head will be mine.

This was only chapter 4.