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Kakuzu was beyond confused!
"S-sis-ster?"
"Yes dumbfuck!"
"But how! I mean, she was with me growing up, and-"
"Not that type of sister you dumbfuck! In my religion!"
Hidan pulled the back of her shirt down from her right shoulder blade. There, imbedded, or burned into her skin, was a small circle with an upside-down triangle.
"When the fuck did that happen?"
"I don't know stupid! Just save her all- fucking- ready!"
*HIDAN*
Hidan sat back against a tree, the now sewn-up Shiro wrapped in his Akatsuki cloak to keep her warm. She sat in his lap, and he stroked her blood soaked- hair.
"Can I hold her?"
"No! You just tried to kill her dumbass!"
"I was angry! It was a split second thing! I lost control of my temper, ok!"
"No! It is not ok!
*SHIRO*
Where, am I?
I looked around to see a dimly lit chamber. Torches hung from the walls, and red tapestry's floated around them, setting the room into a fiery gold light. The tiled floor I was standing on was black and gold, with a red Jashin-symbol in the middle of it.
And I was standing in the middle of that.
Hello.
I whipped my head around to see a thrown. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could tell from his voice that he was a man. His voice was deeper that Kakuzu's!
Who are you?
Jashin.
So… this was Hidan's god?
I do not mean to be rude sir, but, why am I here?
Feel your neck.
Feel my neck? I knew better than to argue with him, so I raised my hand, owchh!
I pulled my hand away sharply, and saw the fresh red blood never-endingly dripping down my body. So that meant,…
Yes child. You are dead.
I gazed up at him with tear stained eyes.
But, how!
Kakuzu. He killed you.
No! He couldn't! He wouldn't…
Well, he did.
I fell to my knees inside of the circle and cried. It had been a while since I had cried openly, and I was not ashamed who saw me now sobbing wet tears.
Shh…
I looked up into the shrouded face.
He kneeled down to my level on one knee, and took my chin in his hand.
I can free you if you like?
What?
I could let you die. Not everybody has an intervention like this. You are right on the edge of life and the afterlife of this world. If you wish it, I could send you back to your world.
But, aren't my wounds too great? I mean, no disrespect sir, but, won't I just die all over again?
HAH!
His laugh boomed off of the dark walls.
I can fix you of course child!
I mulled it over for a few seconds, then looked up at him and nodded.
Yes I would like that very much.
Very well then.
He stood up and pulled me to my feet
I shall send you back to your world now, with a deal.
Yes…?
You must become a jashinist. You will serve me, and my highest priest, Hidan. I presume you know him?
Oh yes sir. I know him….
Good then. You can learn everything from him. The mark of my symbol will be engraved upon you. Learn to relish your pain, as well as others. You have done well my child. Now return home.
Yes si- I mean- Jashin-sama.
Good. GO!
I felt lightheaded, as if I was falling and spinning. I felt warmth flooding through my dead corpse, and circulation of my recently stopped blood. The stinging in my neck had dulled to a low throbbing, and I opened my eyes.
*KAKUZU*
Our yelling match had stopped when she stirred in Hidan's lap.
"Shiro. Are you ok?"
"She threw me a dirty look, and turned her head away from me, snuggling farther into Hidan's chest.
Rejection and anger filled me. However, this time sorrow tamed my temper and fear bubbled up inside of my stomach.
"Shiro…"
She growled at me. Like, legit Growled at me!
"Clam down Shiro. It's all fine. You're all fine. How do you feel?"
Shiro shrugged, and pointed to Hidan's necklace. "What? What did he ask you?"
She sighed, and shook her head from the side to side. She simply lay her cheek down on Hidan's chest, and fell asleep.
"Hn. Seems she ain't in a talkin' kind of mood."
"You baka. She can't talk!"
"Uhm, yeah. She can! Jashin-sama healed her. Her body is completely perfect."
"That can't be so!"
"Yeah, well it is cocksucker! So go fucking deal with it, ok?"
*SHIRO*
I had wanted to tell Hidan to say thank you to Jashin-sama, but I still couldn't talk! The years without talking had made my throat unaccustomed to it. Hm… that's problematic…!
