So, I wanted to stop and make an announcement here. In the past I've used the word gypsy in this story, and I wanted to make sure that my readers know that the word is a racist slur. Im not entirely sure if many people know this, because of it's use in media (junk gypsys, American gypsy wedding, etc.). I've used it in the past for Hidan, because I felt it was something that his character would use, but personally, I would never use this word and I do not condone it's usage, just like I do not condone the use of any other racist, sexist, or like words. This is a very raw story, with raw words, but I have decided that this is not something that I wish to represent, and have revised the word out of my chapters.
However, if I have missed any of them, please let me know. There is also an explicit sex scene in this chapter, readers beware.
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Apples littered the ground as far as the eye could see once the Jashinists reached the orchard. They made camp for another few days to give Amira enough time to do what she needed to do to complete the last leg of the journey. A few other families were here too, stocking up on the free produce too. Winter promised easy days, but it had to get worse before it got better and Hidan's days were getting harder by the hour. Today he'd not only been tasked with keeping up the fire, but he needed to make alterations to the wagon. Amira had traded a few pounds of meat for nails and a hammer, and them began ripping apart the pulling arms in the front of the wagon.
The plan was to find a sizeable tree limb that could possibly be used to lengthen some part that did something so both horses could pull whatever and blah blah blah. To say the least he was not thrilled. In fact, he was so not thrilled, that he'd made a small pile of wood and took to litterally watching a pot boil over a flame instead of doing whatever it was he was supposed to be doing.
The pot contained various mason jars of every size, and each jar held something different. So much food was being used in fact, that the horses ate scrap instead of grain for two days.
"Hidan, god damn it, did I not tell you to work on the fucking wagon hitch?" His wife, her annoyed tone prevalent, asked as she carried a crate of apples into camp. Hidan rolled his eyes and refused to answer.
"Well, could you at least help me with this instead? Every time a lid on a jar pops in that pot, take it out. While your waiting on that, cut up these apples and put them in a jar with a little bit of water, like half a cup," Amira lectured him like a teacher, sighing after she realized that her husband wasn't listening. Sighing, she set down her crate, grabbed another empty one and went back to the trees. She wasn't gone five minutes before a jar popped, and he was fishing it out with some tool Amira had rigged together out of scrap wire. Another popped, and then another, and soon the pot was nearly empty.
Now Hidan had to pick the lesser of two evils: a grouchy, loud mouthed woman, or even worse, work. Finally deciding he had a better chance of Amira shutting up if he helped out a little, he fished out an empty jar and started cutting. He packed a jar in no time, and threw the cores to the side, but when it came time to cap them, Hidan was unsure what to use.
That didn't much matter though, he was done after two and a half jars because doing nothing was far more important. Amira returned shortly after, another crate full, and sighed again.
"I should have known," she muttered, and sat down too, telling him she was only taking a five minute break.
"Do you want me to make apple sauce?" She asked next, "I was also thinking about making hard cider with that beer."
"Do whatever you want," Hidan grunted and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest.
xXx
The last leg of the journey was completed in a few short days, and the pair arrived at the nomad winter camp four days later around dark. The Main Street of the temporary town was lit up with colored glass over oil lamps and candles, giving the cluster of mobile homes a whimsical and happy look. Woman laughed, children danced and people from all walks of the continent came together again, and it seemed everyone was happy about this, all save for Amira. She was still an outcast, and by extension, so was Hidan. Getting remarried had not fixed the problem because of her hair color, which still screamed divorce, so she was quite litterally ignored by everyone she passed.
"I hate these fucking people," Hidan complained, he'd been gripping since they arrived, and it seemed he'd never stop. First he was cold, and now he's hot, he's gotta piss, he wants a drink, but Amira was pretty sure he just had a stick up his ass.
"Just shut up would you?" Amira groaned, driving them further out away from the gathering. She didn't tell him that people usually stayed with their families when they journeyed here, because the only family they had were two horses and a dog. They finally came to rest on the edge of a field, upstream from the main camp. There was a shady spot at lots of room, and Amira dubbed it perfect to weather the coming months.
xXx
Hidan had never seen Amira do something so spread out. She'd rigged up a shelter for the horses with tree branches and canvas, set up a fire with a spit roaster he'd never seen and then began tearing their possessions out of the wagon just to organize them and put them back in. Hidan wasn't even aware that they owned so many items, no wonder the wagon was so heavy. It took her four days, but finally the interior was spotless.
"What are you gonna do now?" He asked his wife. Currently he was towering over her as she lay on their bed, lazy eyed and limp like a rag doll. It was easy to shove her aside and lay down next to her.
"I don't know, did you have something in mind?" She asked, her words droned, tired and worn out. Amira never realized how tired she was until it was break time.
"You could do me," he smirked. He watched as his same sly smilie crept onto her face too.
"Your always so damn horny," she muttered, sitting up to remove her blouse. Her skirt and his pants fallowed suite.
She groaned as she sat down on him, hips meeting hips in a way they had many times before. She swore, threw her head back and moaned. No matter how many times they made union, she never wanted a warm up and she always insisted it be that way. He wondered if it hurt vaguely, and it wouldn't have surprised him if she liked it when he hurt her.
Every so slowly and gently, Hidan rolled his hips upward, pushing into her heat just the way she liked and she made sure he knew it. As big of a deal as Amira made of love, she never asked him to make love.
"Don't tease me," she huffed irritably, "fuck me into the god damn mattress."
"Your the one on top," he pointed out, but she wasn't having it. Amira used her knees on either side of him to lift herself until she could no more, and preceded to slam down on to him.
"I said, fuck me," she seethed, repeating the action several more times until she managed to bring herself off, though it wasn't the orgasum she was after.
"No," he mocked, fisting one hand in her silver hair and using the other to keep her hips pressed to his in a vice grip. He loved to tease her, he lived to hear her threats.
"You god damn prick, you always fucking do this to me! You jar headed asshole!"
"What was that? I can't fucking hear you?" He mocked still, but just as she opened her mouth to spew another line of insults, he took her by the neck, flipped her around and held her still under his weight.
"Tell me exactly what you want me to do Amira," he sneering, knowing full well she was trying to answer him though short choked breathes.
"I can't fucking hear you!" He screamed, "tell me what you fucking want!"
She strained against his grip, coughing, choking for air. She seized his hand with both of hers, she gasped for breathe now her airway wasn't completely blocked and hoarsely, shrieked,
"Fuck my brains out!"
"That I can do, princess," he said quietly, and for a split moment it was still. Slowly he heaved his hips back and in one easy motion slammed himself back into her. Amira cried out in a pained sort of pleasure, every movement, every delicious second she thought her pelvis would break was heaven on earth.
He was reaching the very depths of her, wanting and demanding more of her. She was hot and tight and full of life, life he resisted trying to take every second. Her legs wrapped around him. Squeezing and forcing him closer, her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him, biting him, crying out wildly into his skin.
She was litterally screaming under him, she strained her lungs telling him how good he felt, how full she was, insult piled on insult fallowed directly by a command to fuck her harder, faster, harder, faster.
When she came, the entire world knew it.
It was as if something inside her broke. Her body fractured in two, split up the middle, her nails raked down his shoulders, down his arms to fist themselves in the sheets as she tried in vain to hold herself still. Once she got hers, he let himself have his. He spilled seed into her like white hot steel, and she made sure to tell him just how much she loved it.
Panting and getting quite sore already, he lay down too, unceremoniously dismounting her and flopping onto his back, taking in slow ragged breathes. She was back on top of him in seconds, smothering his neck and face with kisses.
"God damn woman," he sighed, closing his arms around her middle. He could feel the sheen sex left on her body. Eventually the kisses stopped and her breathing evened out, telling him that she'd fallen asleep right there on top of him.
He couldn't see her face, just a wild tangle of silver hair, and that was enough. He would never admit it out loud, but he loved to watch her sleep. She was so tiny compared to him, and when she slept she was that much more vulnerable. He enjoyed her company like he enjoyed the unspoken trust he knew she felt for him. She trusted him even after he'd killed her... Both times.
He loved her.
Of course everybody loves you after they cum, but he loved her in a different way. This relationship was not what it used to be.
He'd come to realize some time ago that this relationship was entirely built on two things: the fact that their God forced them together and sex. For a while he had only liked her in a platonic sense, sometimes less than that, but that was before. Before he wanted to protect her, before he didn't give a shit if she was hurt, before he lost her, when she was annoying and nagging, useless and obsessive.
But she was also very kind, forgiving, pretty and her cooking was growing on him. He didn't see any other girl sticking around him as long as she had. This time of realization was much, much different.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned up to press his lips to the top of her head.
God, he loved her.
xXx
"Hidan, what does this smell like to you?"
Hidan didn't get a chance to answer, a jar of dark gold liquid was shoved under his nose.
"Son of a bitch, is that gasoline?" The man asked, quickly shoving the jar away. His wife shrugged.
"Hard cider went bad," she muttered, leaving him behind to clean out the jars.
"Are you gonna pour those out?" He asked, turning around to look at her. She shrugged again and he was quite for a while while Amira rearranged the bottles of spoiled cider. Hidan starred at the camp's fire for a moment, and then up at the star flaked sky before he spoke again. What the hell was she doing working? They should have been in bed an hour ago.
"Whats Roemanisum?" He called, twisting around to look at her. Slowly she stopped moving and turned around to face him, a jar in her hand.
"Its a religion, its what I used to be before I was a Jashinist," the petite woman replied, "why?"
"Read it in a book," he said very matter of factly. The Roemanistic bible Hidan found puzzled him. Why in the world did she own books if she could hardly read?
"You aren't still practicing that are you?" He asked, standing up and coming inside to see what she was doing.
"No, but I can still read that book can't I?" She asked, putting the jar down and crossing her arms across her chest. She looked worried, intimidated even.
"It's important you only have Lord Jashin, Amira," Hidan breathed, his reverberations from his voice hitting her face like the cool night air outside. He was trying to intimidate her again, that much was clear.
"Hidan, I'm trying hard, I am, but he talks to me sometimes. You hear it too right? At night? Lord Jashin talks to us, and he says... He says..." She trailed off.
Hidan looked down at his wife's worried face, stricken with some sort of twisted hurt down deep in her chest. Personally, he had never once heard his God speak to him at night. Tears welled up into his wife's eyes, the twisted look replaced by sadness. This kept her up at night he could see.
"What does he say?" The Jashinists whispered, his voice low to try and soothe his wife.
"He says this is all a trick, that we aren't really going to live forever, " she paused a moment to swallow a lump in her throat, "he says your going to kill me again. Please, please don't kill me again."
She was pleading before she was sobbing, and when she sobbed, she pressed her face into his shirt and let it all out. Hidan just let her cry, he put a tentative hand on the small of her back and pressed gently, trying to give her some sort of comfort. She calmed quite considerably after, taking just a few moments to catch her breathe after the slight embrace. She tried to convince herself that it was nothing to cry over.
"Hidan," she whispered though quiet hiccups, "I hear it again."
"Go lay down," Hidan whispered back, rubbing her side softly before leaving her inside the wagon. The dog padded inside as he touched his feet down outside, and seconds later he heard the dog jump up onto the bed next to her mistress. He closed the door and tied the rope that kept it shut and stood still for just a moment.
It was quiet, far too quiet. Suspiciously quiet. No leaves ratted on the trees, no breeze blew.
The Jashinist sighed, he couldn't hear anything.
He'd thought someone was outside, fucking with his wife, and that tonight he'd put and end to that but nothing seemed to be here. He sat down again by the fire, leaning down to rest his elbows on his thighs, and decided he'd give it a while longer. Minutes after he was seated, a cloud drifted in front of the moon, blocking out its light and that's when the clearing exploded in sound.
The Jashinists eyes widened, he stood up, his ears felt like they were under water with all of the incoherent mumbling, words ran together, stuttering and stumbling and blending together, and worst of all he couldn't tell where the voices were coming from.
"Where the fuck are you?" He shouted.
"I am where you are not," one voice spoke, the others ceasing to join into an odd sounding mash, "you are not where you should be."
"What the hell is this?" Hidan asked, commanding and irate.
"This is intervention," the blended voice spoke, and suddenly the land scape was changing.
The area around him went black, the fire, the wagon, the clearing and horses, everything was gone, however one by one, millions of tiny lights appeared. Slowly at first but they gained speed until the darkness was illuminated to a bright navyish blend of black and grey.
These were stars, and he was in the night sky.
He had a funny feeling in his head and a tingling sensation in his fingers that reminded him of the time he formally met his lord, but he was still surprised when a body appeared out of thin air.
The person who emerged was neither male or female, however, the figure did appear female with a set of better than average breasts. A long, thin face was decorated with pieces of gold jewelry and tanned skin covered the figures body with long tresses of thick, heavy, black hair stemming from its scalp. Most surprising however were the figures arms, a second pair were anchored right under the first. The figure wore only a loin cloth and painted on markings for fertility and prosperity.
"This is an intervention," the voice spoke again, and Hidan thought his ear drums might shatter.
"Son of Jashin, you have stolen my daughter wrongfully on your gods forced will, and this I will forgive, however I will not forgive the events you will commit in the coming days," the deity spoke.
"Who, what the fuck are you?" The Jashinist shouted.
"It matters not to you, son of Jashin. What matters if what you will do. In three days, six people will come to you, in two days, you will sacrifice them, and on the final day, you will take my daughter from the earth and cease your being. You will die, son of Jashin. You have been betrayed and lied to," the God spoke, it's voice growing angrier with each stanza.
"I don't care! If this is lord Jashin's will, I will fallow it!" The silver haired priest argued, unafraid of the literal God before him.
"And for eternity you will live in damnation. You serve a vendetta, son of Jashin, you are a pawn in rivalry. Jashin's trickery is powerful, but not as powerful as I," slowly, a larger than life hand extended from the opposing God and the hand unfolded, opening to show Hidan a red orb laying calmly in the palm of the gods hand.
Just as quickly as the realm appeared, It was gone. Hidan had just lay eyes on the object when he felt his feel touch the ground and the atmosphere disappear.
The cloud perviously covering the moon was gone, just having passed. He was gone all of six seconds.
"Amira!" He roared, burning a trail through the grass, over the threshold, up the stairs and to the bed she lay in peacefuly. He seized her in both hands, shaking her violently as he screamed, "tell me everything you fucking know or I'll fucking gut you!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" His wife shouted back, pushing him away to stop the sickening movement.
"Four arms, black hair, no God damn cloths, who is she?" He demanded. He watched her eyes widen and pupils dilate, her mouth slacking, just slightly.
"You meet... You meet.. Oh god," she gushed, quickly bringing her index finger to her forehead and drawing a circle, going directly into some sort of odd prayer in the nomad language.
"Amira!" Hidan roared again, seizing her again to give her a violent shake. She needed to get ahold of herself!
"Hidan, we have gotten wrapped up into something beyond our selfs," his wife muttered, "what was said?"
"Something about a vendetta," he sighed, rubbing his temples. Christ what was happening?
"I told you before, we're pawns. I told you!" Amira exclaimed, "you wouldn't know anything about it, but in Roemanisum, there's a story where our, er, the God steals the eye of another God who tried to stop the birth of humanity. Roemanisum focuses on fertility, don't you get it? Jashinisum focuses on death, do you understand?" Amira was near raving now, as if she'd finally gone off the deep end.
"So what your telling me that this, God, if you could call her that, stole lord Jashin's eye? This is ridiculous, your making this up, I'm getting punked or something," the male Jashinist droned, face palming and sighing as he spoke. This shit couldn't be real.
"Oh fuck you! Fuck you! I spent three weeks with your son of a bitching God who did everything short of rape me and your doubting this? You meet Jashin too! He keeps you immortal! Is it so hard for you to believe in more than one deity?" Amira was irrationally angry, how could be be so blind when the proof had been presented before his very eyes!
"I fallow one gods teaching and one God only. I refuse to acknowledge that it exists," Hidan was oddly calm as he spoke. They were reversed, it was usually Hidan screaming at the top of his lungs. He could practically see Amira's blood boil, until finally she reached her breaking point. The woman shrieked so loudly in frustration it spooked the horses outside. She threw herself off of the bed and stomped outside, going off about something in the nomad language. Her words were rhythmic and placed in such a way that Hidan realized she was praying.
"You filthy heretic!" He shouted, fallowing her outside, "son of a bitch Amira, stop it!"
She stood near the horses, a rope tied to the painted horses halter and her Jashin pendant was gone from her neck, laying in the grass at his feet.
"Hidan if somebody told you that yesterday was all a lie, you'd believe them if they wore a Jashin pendant!" Amira shouted back, in between words he couldn't understand, "I'm leaving! I'm finished with you, I'm finished with Jashinism, I'm finished! I'm leaving before you really do kill me!"
She was on Prince's back before he could react, and then she was gone.
xXx
Hidan went to bed angry that night. He would have stayed up if he wouldn't have been so literally exhausted. It was in his dream that the rest of the puzzle came together.
It appeared to Hidan that he was back in the realm of his God. Bleach white walls meet floors of the same color, the only difference was his God in the middle of his line of sight.
"So, my son, you know the where abouts of my eye?" The deity spoke, a sinister, Cheshire cat wake grin taking over his face, "oh, but you've lost Amira? You asked me for her back, and she left you? I knew best, I tried to tell you, but now your so angry you can't see."
Hidan gritted his teeth. It was all true, she'd denounced him and his religion, and Hidan was livid.
"Oh, my son, I'll do you a favor. I've taken away her immortality, kill her, make her suffer, can you do that my son?" The God continued, but he did not give Hidan a chance to answer, "and after she's out of the way, we can begin the campaign to have my eye returned."
"Lord Jashin, I know it is not my place to question you, but could I ask something?" The silver haired man asked quietly.
"What is it?"
"Why.." He began, but when his words would not finish his sentence, he trailed off.
"Because my son, when Al-Malik stole my eye, they stole my power. I would have made her stay my son, but I could not. Do not kill her if you do not wish, try again to persuade her to agree with us," Jashin's voice was like honey to the starving, "now, to go about getting my eye...first you will need six sacrifices. When you sacrifice them, do it in both of our names. Until then my son, you have three days."
And then, Jashin was gone.
xXx
Amira wasn't having a much better time. She was cold and alone when she revived visitation from her God.
"Amira, my child, why do you leave him when he needs your guidance? My daughter, I must remind you of what will happen," her God spoke.
"My god, my source, my being," she whispered in her native tongue, "I do not want to go on. I am week, I am tired and my love is gone. I do not care about the world."
"Amira, I put you in this your earthly purpose. You are my champion," Al-Malik returned, "go, inspire your husband. Show him what Jashin has done, show him what he will do. Show him the teaching of Jashin is false. I believe in the next three days we will all meet again, and until then..."
"Alright," Amira mumbled, pulling her horse around and turned back.
And then, Al-Malik was gone.
xXx
It was still pitch dark out when Hidan was pulled from his sleep by a loud pair of whinnies. Knight had seen something, and the return neigh sounded exactly like Prince. The silver haired man rousted himself from the bed and staggered sleepily outside, and though he could hardly see her, Amira stood in the low lighting, tired and chilled.
"Come inside," Hidan urged. She shook her head.
"Do we have to do this now?" He asked, she nodded.
"Amira.." Hidan sighed, reproducing her Jashin symbol pendant from his pocket, he tried to hand it to her as he spoke, " Amira please, our God has asked us for this, we must obey. What can I do to make you understand?"
"Do you know who's fault it is I can't have children? No, do you don't. You won't open your eyes to look though the blindfold. If Jashin reserves his eye, then... I don't know what will happen, but it won't be good," Amira spoke with a braveness and purpose beyond her years, "he lied to us Hidan. Why do you continue to fallow him?"
"I do it because I'm loyal to my God, I do it because this is," Hidan was about to say that it was the only truth, though that didn't make much sense. He knew Jashin did not stand for anything good or peaceful, his lord stood for everything wrong in the world, and until now Hidan had been okay with that. He'd been okay with the sacrifices, the commanded killings, the painful rituals and the idea of giving up his life for his God, but now it was right down to it.
Now Hidan didn't want to go threw with it, not with... Not with her still around. He'd been different before, when he was single and out for revenge against the hot spring village, it's been different when he was part of the Akatsuki, and now it was different still.
He wasn't part of a binding marriage anymore, not since Amira denounced Jashinisum, But he was still married in his subconscious.
He was fully aware that his God was using him, and at first he felt that it was an honor to be used, but now, realizing that 'the perfect Jashinist' was a lie, realizing that he'd killed the one he loved and needed most, realizing that now nothing could bring her back if something happened again, something was swimming inside his head, and it wasn't maggots.
The power of doubt kept Jashin from stealing control of his body, and with Amira free he was running out of options, that much Hidan knew, but it was still so astonishing to him that Jashinism was not what it claimed to be. It was astonishing that Hidan thought of giving up his God, his God that saved him, his God that.. Did his God love him?
"I need some time to think."
