Hidan didn't want to admit it, but he missed the little bitch. At first he tried to convince myself himself it was something else bothering him, to tell himself he was glad she was gone, but that was a lie. Eventually he just stopped trying to hide it. It didn't matter anyway, he was the only one here. He'd immediately felt horrible right after she'd left, but now it was serious. There was nothing to do without her except lay around. How long had Amira been gone? Two, three, four days? It felt like so much longer.
It hadn't stopped raining, not even once had it let up since Amira meet her end, the weather mocking the silver haired mans mood.
Knight the horse had gotten a bunch of sores on his skin from the ill adjusted harness that bleed if he even touched them. Hidan couldn't have kept going if he wanted to, and he did not want to. He sighed giving the horse a rough pat to his neck after rubbing some kind of suave he'd found onto the scabs. This never would have happened if Amira would have been with him.
He'd sit in the wagon for hours that felt more like months, growing colder, moving slower, loosing his mind until finally he could take it no longer. He rose the next morning, grabbed a knife and tried to kill himself but just like every other time, it failed. He didn't clean up the blood, he didn't patch his wound, only flopped down on the bed and waited to feel something, anything.
Feeling never came.
Hidan wasn't sure how long he'd lay on the bed, but night was falling and he hadn't sat down to pray in quite some time. Deciding to bring the bloodied sheet with him, Hidan went outside. After throwing the sheet over a tree branch, Hidan threw himself down into the mud. He wanted the cold rain to hit him, he wanted to feel it on his skin. The man pressed his forehead to the earth, closing his eyes. He'd been reduced to this, to a mushy, nearly heart broken, mess of a weakling. Absentmindedly he wondered if this was a humility test.
After finishing his prayer, the weakened man sat up, just to his knees, and clutched his rosary.
"Lord Jashin, I want to ask just one more thing, I beg of you," Hidan's hands shook as he spoke, afraid to challenge the god,"could I please have Amira back? Please, this isn't," he paused, lost for words, "I'll never ask for a single thing from you again."
The air around him was silent for a brief second before thunder cracked and the sky all around him lit up. Lightning struck nearby, knocking down a fully grown oak tree in it's prime. Initially Hidan jumped a little, looking at the mighty oak dumbfounded for a second, but resolved that the answer was no.
Hidan was on his own.
A few more days stuck in camp would give the horse rain rot on his skin and sunk the wheels of the wagon into the ground. Hidan was up the creek without a paddle and unsure what to do next. We was not about to try and dig and after getting thrown off, decided he couldn't ride the horse anywhere. He was forced to walk, dragging a filthy horse behind him with mud up to his own knees. No matter how wet he got, no matter how chafed his skin was from the fabric rubbing, he pressed on, swearing and cursing all the way.
This fucking horse, that god damned water, the shit eating birds, the cock sucking clouds, all of it, forget all of it! The world could take a huge bite of his ass and he couldn't care less. It would have been just his luck that the first village he came to was the the hidden leaf.
He stood outside the gate for a minute, shifting his weight from foot to foot before he decided he had to go in. It was cold and rainy, not many people were out, in fact he hadn't seen anyone on his way here, and he had to do something for the horse. He wandered around for a while until finally arriving at a vets office. He forked over all of his cash in order to have the draft horse even looked at, he'd have to explain his situation to get medicine. Not beg though, he wouldn't beg.
The waiting room was dry and warm, something Hidan was grateful for. A long haired vet with red Inuzuka fangs on her cheeks had scolded him already about taking better care of his animal and then left to take care of Knight. Hidan struggled not to scoff in her face. He figured he'd been waiting about an hour when the clinic doors opened. Hidan didn't turn and look but the people who entered soon crossed his line of sight.
A tall man, dressed in a long coat came to the front desk, a symbol was embroidered on the back, a symbol he didn't recognize right away, that was until the pineapple hairdo gave him away.
Hidan's chest swelled in anger and he was about to get up until a young girl carrying a pink bundle wandered waywardly into view.
"Go sit down sweety," Shikamaru spoke, shooing the girl away while he conversed with the woman at the desk. The girl was tall and thin with her long black hair tied up in a ponytail like her dads. She wore her clan crest on the front of her shirt but a necklace with the symbol of the sand village around her neck. Hidan's eyes were stuck on her.
"Hi mister," she greeted with a small smile, "look, my daddy says this baby is real sick."
She sat down next to him and pulled the blanket back, revealing the head of a tiny fawn. It's spots still covered it's back and it lay still, unblinking.
"It's kinda hard to tell if they get sick or not cuz their real still and quiet anyway, so no predator gets them, but my daddy says this mucus coming out it's nose isn't good," teal eyes looked at Hidan like he was supposed to know what she was talking about. It was so tempting to just strangle her, to kill this little brat in revenge for what her father did to him, but something about her frankly reminded him of Amira. For a minute he was sure he could see her face in this little girls.
"Oh," he responded, clearing his throat. He wanted to kill her. He wanted to hold her hostage even, just so he could get her dad, or even just kill her in front of Shikamaru and his fingers twitched with pure want, but he held himself back.
She was something he could never have. Amira was barren, not to mention dead and he did not think he'd be getting remarried anytime in the next millennium. He had no desire to have sex with any number of prostitutes or even jack off for that matter. All he could think about was how incredibly unfair this was. His mortal fucking enemy had this cute little girl and he wasn't even married anymore. Shikamaru was probably his clans leader now, he probably had an actual house and dry cloths at home, a hot meal and maybe even more kids, and what did Hidan have? A rusty ass sythe and a leaky pile of crappy wood buried in mud. Not to mention he was broke.
"Mister um," a vet tech called from a door on the other side of the room, "I don't think you wrote down your name..anyway, your horse is ready to be taken home."
Quickly Hidan stood up, turning away and walking across the room just as Shikamaru turned around. They never once lay eyes on each others face and Hidan was quite lucky. The girl waved good bye and Hidan gave her a small fake smile as he left the room.
The next hour would be full of a drag ass lecture about better care of his horse and instructions on how to do so. They gave him some kind of spray to spray on the horse and asked that he throw a blanket on him. The jashinist shrugged it all off after begrudgingly taking the medicine and trudged back outside. He needed a drink and a nap he decided. He reached the village gates and left, more than surprised he hadn't been caught, when he noticed he had a guest.
A long haired shaggy dog had been fallowing him, the dogs white patches matched its brown as dirty as it was, water weighing down it's fluffy coat and pointed ears. At first Hidan ignored the dog, hoping it would go away, but when he was two thirds of the way home, he turned and yelled at the roughed up mutt to go home, and it slicked off into the bushes for all of five seconds. Rolling his eyes he decided to ignore it again. Damn these animals!
Once back in camp Hidan tied the horse to a tree with some coverage to give the horse a minute to dry while he dug around inside to find a horse blanket. He'd seen Amira pull up the mattress and get things out of a hidden box once, and thought that that was the best place to look. After throwing his wet cloths outside, he lifted the mattress and was taken back.
All sorts of scraps of paper littered the space. Narrowing his eyes, Hidan picked a few of them and started reading. This was Amira's shitty hand writing, he knew, some simple ramblings about love and a little stick drawing of them. It was so like her. It pissed him off.
Spinning around he grabbed a match and lit them on fire, throwing them into the sink basin to burn. Why did she have to be that way? Why the fuck was she so clingy and, and cute, and lovey dovey, it made him sick!
"Tch, who needs her," he said out loud, deciding looking for a horse blanket was a waste of time and took out an extra blanket for the bed. He'd just sat down again when the fucking dog that fallowed him home started scratching at the door. It didn't have to paw hard at the piece of shit door until it opened, allowing it and its muddy paws access to the inside of the wagon.
"No! Go on you stupid fucker get out of here! I'll fucking gut you, get out!" He screamed, and he could scream until he was red in the face, but the dog would never listen. Chocolate eyes looked up at him, asking, begging to stay, if only just for one night. He tried to convince himself that if he ignored the dog long enough it would leave. It never did.
When he got up to feed the horse, close the door and turn off the lights he didn't make it leave either.
xXx
When Hidan woke up the next morning it was strangely silent. No rain pattered on the roof top and no thunder rolled in the distance. When he got up, after almost tripping over the dog, he found the rain had finally passed. He fed the horse and removed the blanket before starting his own breakfast with a few dryer pieces of wood stored under the rim of the wagons roof. He found himself left with only rice, a jar of home made apple sauce and the last of a stick of pork jerky. It baffled him, Amira had always made sure they had enough food.
After that he located the soap and used the barrel of water off the back of the wagon to bathe, he thought for sure he was clean enough after all the rain, but when he found mud in his hair he decided not.
The dog hadn't left his side. After bathing himself he decided to bathe it, discovering it was a girl dog in the process. She sat still while he washed her, and didn't fuss, and that was all well and fine. He thought she was a pretty nice dog up until she barking. The idiot mutt would look off into space, run up to him and start barking, and it would continue for an undeterminable amount of time, maybe five minutes, maybe twenty, and then slink off into the bushes always to return. He tried yelling at the dog, throwing things at her, kicking her (only to miss) but nothing ceased the yapping. It happened several times that day.
The dog jumped onto the bed that night and tryed to settle down in Amira's spot before Hidan pushed her down. After pacing a bit, she jumped back up on the bed where Hidan pushed her down again. This game would continue until finally he left well enough alone and let the fucking dog lay with him. He wondered why he hadn't killed it yet honestly. Truthfully he hoped it would cheer him up, but so far it hadn't worked.
"I fucking hate dogs."
xXx
There was only breakfast for the horse the next morning. Hidan didn't remember this until he had a fire going and raided the entire wagon. He was not about to walk back to the leaf village.
The dog had walked off without him noticing earlier and had been gone about forty five minutes when she returned with a dead pheasant, dropping it at hidans feet. The dog looked up at him, smiling a happy dog smile, her chocolate eyes conveying a contentness Hidan had never seen before, and as he looked at her he could only see a familiarity, a likeness that reminded him if one person.
Happy eyes, no matter what he did, a willingness to stick by him, an instinct to feed him and her usual reluctance to be quiet, he couldn't believe he'd never seen it before. Jashin had given Amira back to him but as a dog.
"God damn, look you long enough," he smirked, taking up the pheasant and starting in on a meal for them.
xXx
Amira had been awake for several hours before she was confident she could move. Her loyal steed had stayed with her since her husband left her and had only strayed to get himself a drink from a stream a ways away.
Her time with her lord had gone by so quickly, he was pompous and frankly scary. She could see right away he objectified her, he couldn't keep his hands off of her and he was very possessive of her. It was disgusting. She didn't belong to anyone, not any more and ever again, especially not him!
She had begged to leave, begged to let her go home to Hidan but every time she asked Jashin had a fit. He would scream, at the top of his lungs, for her to be quiet, he would ask her repeatedly why she wanted to leave, ask her if he, the all powerful lord Jashin wasn't good enough for her. She would always comply, fall silent and allow him to continue whatever he was doing.
Jashin spoke about a future with Jashinisum becoming the largest religion in the world, lunatic rantings about a settlement and growth, something about a child and a seed that must be planted in the wourld. Amira pretended to not understand. She had infuriated the god so much, he had finally sent her back to earth.
Now her once rotting skin was healing and her broken neck realigned she admitted she was just a bit sore and stiff. Death hadn't been that bad actually.
"Princey boy, I'm awake," she spoke softly, the horses head rode from his grazing positions with ears pricked. Trotting over, the painted pony shoved his head into the girls chest, nickering in a low tone into her chest. After a particularly large crack of lightning the horse almost left, scared and feeling hopeless, he'd been hanging around so long, but it had paid off.
Her body functions started again, her stomach rumbled and churned, she needed to pee and her eyes and tongue were dry.
"We've gotta find the...gotta find the boys," Amira muttered, rubbing the horse softly with a thin hand.
It took Amira a while to get her barrings back but when she did she mounted her horse and rode him tackless, which was a chore in itself, never mind trying keep herself on his back. Finally she just let herself fall onto the horses neck as she held on around his jugular. Now all that was left was to find her husband, realizing she had no idea where he'd gone.
xXx
Prince lead the way, they walked for days, sometimes in circles sometimes back tracking, but eventually they found the road Hidan had taken with the wagon and fallowed it. Amira ate some things for the forest, unripe apples mostly, and a meal with some friendly travelers, before Amira could smell the hickory smoke from her own firewood. She'd been fallowing a stream of smoke billowing into the sky for miles, hoping it was her husband. There wasn't a doubt about it in her mind.
When she arrived at his camp, she found him asleep, with a collie type dog laying across his body. The dog wore his Jashin pendant and they looked quite content laying in the afternoon sun of this cool day.
Dismounting the horse and leaning on him for support, Amira called out.
"Hidan, I need some help," she said though a heavy sigh. She hadn't been off the horse in days and she hadn't slept well at all.
"I'm here, I'm alive," she spoke.
The silver haired man opened his eyes slowly, a dizzying sleep still fading from him. He look at the dog laying on his chest, raising a hand to pet the dogs ears. He swore that the mutt had spoke to him.
"Hidan," Amira said again to attract attention to herself, the man look at the dog in disbelief for a second before turning his head.
"Amira," he exclaimed, looking between her and the dog before shoving the mutt off of him.
"God Amira what are you doing here?" Hidan was on his feet in seconds, his strong arms and rough hands helped her inside the wagon, sitting her down on the day bed. She leaned on the wall with tired eyes as he brought her something to drink. Never in his life before had Hidan nursed someone else back to health, but he was about to. Hidan was a killer, a life taker and soul stealer, but the petite girl brought out something in him he'd never felt before, it could have been worry or guilt or maybe even concern, but Amira felt it as love.
"I'm back I guess," she breathed, a smilie creeping onto her features.
"You don't god damn say," he muttered, fetching her a large piece of deer meat from a covered plate nearby. He wondered if she wanted a blanket, but she certainly needed a bath. As he turned back around with a rag in his hand, he found the dog had fallowed him in, and watched him with eyes betrayed.
Amira looked from her husband to the dog and then back to her husband, giggling just a little.
"You didn't think that dog was me did you?" She had meant it as a joke, she had no way of knowing he actually had.
"No, of course not. Don't be fucking ridiculous," he said quickly, handing her the rag to whip her face and took his rosary off of the dog.
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