From an opposing view point, Kakuzu figured he must look utterly insane. Dirty, bloody, and bruised, six feet down in a hole searching for a dismembered body. He shuddered in disgust when his hands brushed over chunks of warm shredded flesh. It took some time before he actually found a whole limb. First, he found Hidan's right arm. The arm had terrible burn wounds and smelled horrid. Kakuzu assumed by the intensifying, stomach wrenching stench of rotting organs that Hidan had been down here for a couple days at least. But the smell also meant he was closer to his partners body.
Shit, shit, shit, he thought to himself. The miser had to find and reattach an entire cadaver before nightfall, and the light of sun was quickly dwindling away. He still had to find another arm, two legs, a torso, and a few severed fingers or toes. The arm he just unearthed was missing its thumb and pinkie. "Fuck!" Kakuzu yelled to no one and tossed the limb over the lip of the crater. He heard a dull thud as the arm fell on the elevated ground. There was no time to lose.
Digging with mangled hands, he soon found the left arm, but the hand was detached at the wrist. Kakuzu hope the shoulder blades were attached to whatever remained of the torso. He threw the arm up to higher ground and searched on. Fatigue was weighing him down. Fresh splatters of blood were followed by a disgusting squelching noise as his shoes fell on hulls of scattered flesh, but he then found the missing hand. Unfortunately, it was missing all fingers besides the thumb. The miser quickly chucked the hand onto the elevated land and resumed his hunt. Crawling and digging feverishly, he stumbled upon an index finger under rubble. The metal ring reading the kanji for three was lodged onto the appendage. The ring was a certification item for all elite Akatsuki members. Blood smeared and dried on the ring, and Kakuzu could see the bone peeking out of the opening in the detached finger.
He couldn't risk losing the small fragment of the body, so he grotesquely shove the finger into his pocket. The warmth of blood on his thigh made him shudder. His stomach wrenched in nausea, but he almost had all the pieces to this "puzzle". As he ran and dug through the rank pit, he unveiled the other fingers, also crammed into his pocket, a whole left leg and the right thigh. Tossing the body parts to lay with the rest, he proceeded to find both feet with all toes attached, and after throwing those over the pit, he finally found half of Hidan's torso.
The abdomen was cut off at the belly button and the organs were spilling out of the hole in the open flesh. Kakuzu forced the organs back into the cadaver and propped the body piece onto his arm to prevent the innards from slipping out as he climbed six feet out of the pit. Kakuzu couldn't suppress a gag as he placed the decaying carcass on the ground. He forced the acidic bile back down his throat. Yes, he had opened many chest cavities to reap hearts, and yes, he had dismembered his fair share of bodies, but between the smell and the fact that his partners body was practically falling apart in his hands made him want to puke.
Kakuzu cast a sad glance at the priests' severed head. His eyes were still closed, so Kakuzu hesitated not a moment longer and went to fetch the lower half of the torso. Once he found that piece, he raced out of the hole, desperately trying to give his starved lungs the air he needed. Night had begun to settle in. The sky was bleached shades of royal blue and the chilling night breeze rustled the trees. It would be damn near impossible to do this in the dark, but Kakuzu had no choice.
Dropping to his knees, the sadist took the fingers out of his pocket, recoiling at the feel of the warm wetness. Kakuzu observed the pieces of the body. The head is the only source of energy. The other pieces will rot unless attached, so I should fix the torso, attach the head, then the rest will fall into place, he thought hastily. He pulled the two pieces of abdomen to his side. The organs had begun turning a slight shade of grey. Kakuzu quickly reset the organs in the body as efficiently as possible. The organs were heavy and slimy, and the bodily fluid burned the open flesh of Kakuzu's hands. Summoning all his chakra forth, he used his tendrils to begin sewing the body together and pulled all other parts to him.
The tendrils that slithered from his body reattached the body while Kakuzu snapped broken bones into place with slick, bloody hands. He was certain a few fingers were placed on the wrong hand and the body looked even more butchered than before, but he was relieved that Hidan was in one piece again. Kakuzu stood and picked his partner off the ground. Despite Hidan's light weight, Kakuzu struggled to keep a grip on the masochist.
The miser lay his comrade under the shelter of a tall oak tree. It wasn't until then Kakuzu noticed that Hidan was completely naked. Heat flushed over Kakuzu's face. He couldn't let the man run around like this. Sighing, Kakuzu stripped off his shirt and carefully slipped it onto Hidan's frame. The shirt was big on the smaller man, but it covered him. Kakuzu used the white wrap of cloth that belted his shirt to cover Hidan's manhood. He needed to clean both their wounds as soon as possible.
He rose to his feet, but tripped over nothing, reluctantly catching himself on a tree. With his power rush gone and dizziness intensifying, all the forgotten pain rushed back to him. His fingers dug into the rough bark and fresh blood trickled down his hands. The pain kept him in reality, but he was slipping away. Kakuzu pressed his back to the tree and slid into a sitting position. The sky was a blanket of cold darkness. Small pinpricks of light spread through the dark and the radiant moon spilled light upon the blackened trees. The sky swirled and twisted before Kakuzu's eyes. He let out a few dry heaves, unable to vomit, and leaned his head back against the tree, thus falling into the deepest slumber of his life.