Over the next few days, Mitsuko would bring home bags of Hidan's body parts that she had found in the hole and sew them back onto him. It was a painful ordeal for everyone as Hidan screamed profanities when Mitsuko would poke him with the needle.
He was slowly becoming whole again as he laid on the futon with an arm and a torso. Mitusko sat beside him, feeding him warm rice like a baby. At least no one was watching, he decided.
"Your eyes seem to be coming to life," Mitsuko commented when she caught a glimpse of his eyes. Over the past couple days; they had slowly changed from gray to a pale violet.
Hidan munched on some rice but didn't reply. Instead, he looked out of the corner of his eye at the shadow at the door. Shikamaru was spying on them.
Mitsuko frowned and placed the bowl aside and reached for the bag of body parts. She pulled out a case from the pouch on her leg and began to thread the needle. Hidan watched blankly as she pulled an arm out of the bag and began to sew it onto his shoulder. He kept his mouth shut this time even though the pain was nearly like that of a papercut. He had been sewn up so much in the past few days, he was numb of pain and began to look like Kakuzu.
"Is this a finger?" Mitsuko asked as she held up a large digit, bigger than a giant's thumb. Hidan stared in horror while the shadow at the door bursted out laughing and had to run off.
"No... uh... I'll sew it back on myself later," Hidan took it out of her hand and threw it back into the back. She looked at him, clueless.
"That was a large finger, are you sure?" she asked him knowing the struggle she had to go through to sew a finger of his back on.
"Yeah," Hidan blushed with a smile.
Mitsuko continued working on Hidan's arm. In and out, under and over. A repitative motion like a sewing machine.
"Mitsuko, I really want to thank you for going through all this trouble."
"Oh? Sure thing," she turned away to hide her face.
"No, really. I really appreciate it. If it wasn't for you, I'd still be down in that hole."
Mitsuko smiled but didn't look into his violet eyes, as much as she wanted too.
"You were like my light at the end of the tunnel, you know?" he chuckled and laid his head back on the pillow. "Instead of Jashin, I saw you."
Mitsuko saw him close his eyes and place his hand on his chest. He had passed out. She finished up and quickly left with the bowl of rice in her hand.
As Mitsuko washed the dishes at the sink, her father sat with her old brother at the table playing a game of cards. He ocassionally took a drag of his cigarette and tapped it against the ash tray while folding out his cards.
"Papa, who is Jashin?" Mitsuko asked loudly over the rush of water in the sink.
"Hidan's stupid god that he worships," her father replied as he casually laid a bill out on the table. His bet. His son eyed it with amazement and then smirked.
"Oh," Mitsuko felt relieved and turned off the water. She gazed out the window as she leaned on the counter.
"Don't believe anything he says, Mitsuko. He'll do anything to get a willing sacrifice for his cult deity," her father said to her, placing another bill on the table.
"I'll watch myself, father," she turned around and saw the two of them gambling. "Watch yourself, nii-chan. Papa has a notorious game face," she warned her brother before heading back to Hidan's room.