Oh if I only was approximately as hardworking in school as I am when it's about this story.
However, here's the next Chapter!
Chapter 4 – Sweet Revenge
Everything was black again, but Hidan already knew where he was standing and that there was no need to be afraid, even though this time he really was dead.
Patiently he waited for the dim light to surround him and his new God to talk to him.
"Well done, my precious follower. Now you shall receive your reward."
Suddenly the light became brighter, but he could still only see about 2 meters until the endless darkness extended.
Something seemed to touch him and when he looked down at his body, a black cloak with a hood had started to form around him. Now his right arm moved on its own, it raised and his hand positioned itself as if it was holding something. A huge scythe with three red blades came into existence and a cord appeared at its handle, growing longer and moving into his sleeve like a snake.
A bit startled he opened the cloak and saw the rope somehow connecting with his body at his hip.
"Don't worry, Hidan. You can separate this cord from your body whenever you want, but if it's not necessary, just leave it like this. With your chakra you will be able to lengthen, shorten and control the cord and thus use this scythe more effectively.
But don't underestimate the value of the telescopic spears in the bags inside your cloak."
A mirror appeared in front of Hidan so he could see himself and he was completely mesmerized. He looked like the Grim Reaper in person.
"T-Thank you, Lord Jashin. This is just… awesome."
Again the voice let out a sinister chuckle. "Glad you like it, but listen to me attentively."
The boy stiffened a bit when Jashin abruptly changed to a very serious tone.
"As soon as you come back to life, you will be immortal. Search for the people you want to punish and perform the ritual. Draw my symbol to the ground with your own blood.
This is compulsory, since you have to make up for the next step and the fact that they'll die, but you won't.
Hurt them enough to have some of their blood on your weapon, it is purpose-built for this, and lick it off. You'll know when the time has come to proceed.
You will connect with your victim and hurt yourself, causing the same damage to the person or persons you're linked with.
It is not allowed to only torture a person and let them live. If you use my might, then I want this person's life.
Now go, Hidan, worship me and sacrifice those useless humans to me!"
When Hidan woke up, he stood in Jashin's emblem, actually wearing the black cloak and holding his scythe in his hand. He felt the pain of his slashed wrist and throat for mere seconds when this breathtaking feeling spread through his body again. It was even better than last time!
The wounds closed, only leaving his blood-soaked clothes as evidence of his previous injuries.
He didn't really care about all this blood, though, he only ripped off his drenched shirt.
Hajime's motionless body still lay next to him and he felt a cruel smirk creep over his lips, which turned into a strange snicker and eventually into an insane fit of laughter.
Hidan had never used any drugs, but he was sure that it felt exactly like this. He felt so good, so mighty… And he just couldn't stop laughing.
His hood covering half of his face he walked around the village. The albino knew who should be his first sacrifices to Lord Jashin and he didn't want to walk through the village and give all those little suckers the chance to realize their fate early enough to run away and escape the vengeance for the terrible 17 years he suffered and wasn't able to change that.
With his key he entered the villa from the back entrance and walked straight to the living room, where his parents always drank tea in the evening.
Kizoku and Asai Yu jumped up to their feet, trembling in fear when the Grim Reaper appeared in the doorway, staining the expensive white carpet with the blood on his soles.
"Who… Who are you? What d-d-do you want? We have m-money! Just take it!", Kizoku stuttered.
"My life was a living hell and you never tried to get me out. You thought you could clear the debt with shitty presents, with your motherfucking money, but today is the day I will send you to hell and you will discover that your money cannot soothe the pain.", he said, lifting the hood and revealing his grey hair with drops of blood in them, the widely opened fuchsia eyes and a devilish smirk, which would have haunted the dreams of everyone who ever saw it, if he hadn't killed all those people.
His parents begged the albino to spare him, but with one smooth swing of his scythe he struck both their petrified bodies, drawing blood and licking it off. It tasted strangely metallic, yet good.
He hid his own confusion when his skin changed its color to black with white stripes so that it looked like a skeleton.
Now he was the Grim Reaper.
The married couple watched anxiously and trembling as this monster who claimed to be their son opened his cloak and revealed a silver stick, which transformed into a spear with a quick motion of his hand.
"FEEL MY PAIN, YOU SCUM!", Hidan shouted while ramming the spear into his left thigh.
They felt his pain and he felt theirs, but it wasn't too bad for the young Jashinist.
The assurance that this pain would open him the door to freedom and escaping this terrible life in Yugakure made it tolerable and kind of comforting.
Kizoku and Asai obviously didn't like it, though. Their pained screams sounded like music in his ears and again he burst out in this mind-disturbing laughter.
But he had a lot of work waiting for him tonight, so he decided to just end it here and aimed the spear at his heart. His wild eyes were locked on his parents while he slowly pierced the skin of his chest, his flesh and finally his heart. He wanted it to be steady and only enjoyed this pain so much, because he knew that these jashinforsaken, crying people in front of him felt the same and it would be the last thing they ever felt.
He took mental pictures of their faces twisted with pain, he had to remember this liberating moment. So at the end the pitiful bitch did look at him and this time she actually had a reason to be tormented by his presence.
Entirely pleased with his work he lay there in his saviors emblem for a few minutes, letting his skin become normal and his wounds close again, savoring the glorious sensation sprawling in his body.
"Thank you, Lord Jashin! Thank you so much!", he screeched laughing like a maniac, then he got up and left the room still smiling.
Hidan was addicted to this feeling of pure bliss, he wanted more, needed more.
And so the newborn Jashinist went outside full of anticipation and started the massacre which would wipe out the majority of the villagers of Yugakure and drench the streets in this wonderful crimson fluid.
Want to know what he did after that and how he became a member of Akatsuki?
What did our favorite zealot do, when he met someone who claimed to be God?
Read the next Chapter and find out!
Praise Jashin!
GelberBlitz
PS:I listened to Don't Stop by InnerPartySystem, Let's Kill Tonight by Panic At The Disco and Pain by Three Days Grace while writing this chapter and it really helped :D