Good Girl: Rewrite

Eternal: Yes, hello. Me again. I have a knack for surviving long periods of inactiveness. I apologize. Please, enjoy some Hidan humor as my gift to you lovely readers. It's a little short and kind of a filler with some flipping around, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Resume.

Chapter 21

She slept like the dead for days. Hidan was stuck as the pack mule, carrying her on his back along with the supplies. Though he swore up and down all day, which wasn't new for him, he didn't shy from his temporary responsibility. Taki tended to have that effect on him. Making him do chores that he would otherwise protest against. He grumbled under his breath, swearing at his softness. It was just her soft white hair and wide dicolored eyes, and maybe the way she averted her gaze and spoke a little softer when she needed a favor done.

"She's just too damn cute," he grumbled. Kakuzu turned his head at his voice.

"What?" He rolled his violet eyes and spoke up just a notch. After all, he did ask what he said.

"I said you're too damn sexy for me to handle! This back view of you isn't helping, you're just lucky I have Taki here holding me back from your manly man-ness!" The older man swore under his breath and shook his head.

"Just shut the fuck up, Hidan." The priest gave a wink.

"If you say so, baby." He lowered his voice to a husky tone. "Don't forget, you promised I could be seme tonight..." That seemed to set him off.

"Dammit Hidan!"

Hidan laughed with no restraint as he sprinted past his partner, just barely outrunning him and his ever-choking threads.

Buisura groaned loudly as his mind finally came out of its stupor. He had to use him arm to shade his eyes from the bright sunlight. So much white and light, he had no idea where he was. Completely disoriented.

"What a...sunny place..." he mumbled. Could he be in the next life? "I must be dead..."

There was a soft laugh and he cracked an eye open to see a blurred image of a person standing over him.

"I-I'm glad to report that y-you're aren't quite dead. You were j-just unconscious, Yukatu-san."

A girl with long indigo hair looked down at him, the back of her hand resting against his forehead checking for fever. His face flared at the contact as her image was still fuzzy to him. He tapped his face, looking for his glasses. That would explain why he couldn't see much.

There was some shuffling and the girl handed him his thin framed glasses. He thanked her and when they were securely on his nose he looked up and gasped when he saw her eyes.

Opal. A hint of lavender shading them, but Buisura had never seen eyes like that. So different from Taki's style of eyes but yet so similar. Her straight edged bangs shifted as she tilted her head, catching him staring.

"I-is something wrong, Yukatu-san? Does something h-hurt?" she asked, despite her pinkening cheeks. "You were only u-unconscious when they brought y-you. They said you weren't p-physically hurt or anything-"

"You're beautiful," he blurted out. Her eyes widened, as did his since he spoke completely without thinking.

Silence hung in the air. The maiden's face steadily grew redder and a moment later she had fallen over in a faint. Quick with ninja reflexes, the blonde caught her before she could fall to the ground fully, now slumped over in his arms. His own face flushed at the contact.

"Um, h-help!" he called, glasses slipping down his nose. "Medic!"

It didn't take the Iwasura leader too much time to locate his daughter when he arrived in the mass chaos that was known as Konoha. Using his genetic trait, he avoided the battles skillfully enough, not wanting to expend any unnecessary chakra. His clan robes were only dusted with snow as he traveled, but he paid no mind to his high class garments while he focused on not leaving a trail for rogues to follow.

She would be traveling with two other men, Akatsuki members like herself. Riding on the back of the white haired one, asleep while the masked one lead them away from the danger. He assumed they were retreating or in search of something. It didn't matter.

He took to a large tree's branches and bided his time. They would cross through here and stop for a break. By then Taki would be awake and would sense his presence. He settled and crossed his arms to maintain his body heat, while wondering vaguely why a team of kids were following the criminals. He sighed. He had no time to worry about the well-being of foolish children.

He had to give his heiress the final test of the Iwasura clan.

"How are we fairing?" asked Tsunade, her back to the door and her eyes focused on the windows.

Konoha was broken. Buildings were demolished, trees had broken in halves while the other plants had rallied against them, harming hundreds of civilians. Smoke and fire dotted the village while family and friends tried to stay warm by huddling in groups. Shinobi fought night and day, unable to find the Akatsuki members and they were too busy focusing on their fellow shinobi who were turning on them, against their treaty. Everything was a mass of confusion and chaos.

"It's still the same, Tsunade-sama," answered the Black Ops member. "There's no sign of the Akatsuki members and there's too much trouble with other villages for us to form a team and search for them specifically."

The blonde Hokage pinched the bridge of her nose, taking a deep breath.

"Thank you. You may go." He vanished in a puff of smoke.

The Hokage building was the only standing structure of authority and safety left in Konoha. She wished that they had knocked it down too so that she could be on the same level as the villagers. It was killing her to be cooped up in her namesake tower instead of out on the field. That's what came with being a leader, you couldn't always join the fray which was a serious drawback when all she wanted to do was sink her fist into that Akatsuki's leader's face. The sneaky bastard.

He was doing something to the shinobi, confusing them somehow. She pondered the idea, tossing ideas around in her head. But what? A large scale genjutsu would be easily picked up on, at least for her higher up shinobi. If it wasn't large scale then it had to be...

"Small-scale," she muttered. Her eyes brightened with realization. "He's been using small scale genjutsu!" Not just any small level, it had to be individual which would explain why no one picked up on it. Individual, microscopic, subtle attacks. Absolutely perfect in a loud, messy war.

Her heels clacked against the wooden floor as she told Shizune to call a meeting of whatever decent shinobi she could gather.

"Taki..." groaned Zetsu. His flashes of dreams had involved her again. Like they seemed to do while they were separated and in this war state. Finally, he seemed to be able to wake up after what felt like days. Plants creaked as he tried to move forward, and for some reason they held strong. He tried again but the result was the same. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked down at himself.

The plants, herbs and weeds had rooted him in place. He tugged and twisted yet he couldn't move. His pulse picked up, syncing with the veins and wraps that had leeched onto him.

"What is this?" he asked aloud. True he had never used the nature technique for such an extensive and straining time before, and maybe that was a fault on his part. His gold eyes scrutinized the nature lock he was in. Maybe it was time for him to pull out of Konoha's plant main frame. He had used it long enough.

He took a deep breath and pulled his mind into the meditative state it was in when he made the first connection. All he had to do was find the main core of what was connecting him and snap it clean in half.

No...the plants whispered to him.

"What?" demanded the black half. He was very in tune with the earth and its off springs and never had they refused his requests.

You are ours now...they continued. Small, whispers of voices speaking as one to him. He, who was the superior of human and plant was now at their will. They were not his subjects, the greenery had their own will and they wanted to add him to their "family".

Come to us, Zetsu...they whispered. You will be very loved here...No one will ever judge you again...

"I'm afraid we can't accept your generous offer. Thank you though anyway," spoke the white while his black fist tried to clench and pull. He couldn't.

Oh, it wasn't a suggestion, silly Zetsu...they giggled. The grip tightened and his feet sunk further in the cold earth.

"No-!" A thick series of vines wrapped around his mouth, forming a bit so thick that his sharp teeth couldn't bite through. His body dropped another inch as dead winter grass started a slow climb up his legs. His heart hammered away, reverberating throughout the plant work.

Here he was, Zetsu of the Akatsuki, cannibalistic monster and criminal, world renown...

And he was going to be killed by his own technique.

Some sort of pulsation startled Taki from her heavy sleep, and she looked around quickly, alarmed. Where was she? What happened? Last she remembered was falling in the snow somewhere in the woods.

"Chill princess. It's just us," greeted Hidan. Her face turned an interesting shade of pink when she saw that he was carrying her.

"O-oh, Hidan, you can put me down, I can walk just fine," she rambled, embarrassed for making him haul her around as dead weight.

"Thank Jashin!" he cheered, bending his knees so she could land on her feet. She brushed herself off and rubbed her cold arms.

"Thank you very much for carrying me, Hidan," she thanked, bowing slightly which made her white hair fall like curtain on either side of her face. He mussed her hair after rolling his eyes.

"I've told you to cut it with the formalities. You're embarrassing me, dammit." She laughed and corrected her hair. She turned her attention to Kakuzu next.

"So, what's the plan, Kakuzu?"

He gave a vague shrug of his shoulders. "Leader said that by now we should start to head back to the base. We've started the war and added our fuel to the fire, now we leave the rest to them." She nodded.

"Alright. So, do we need to collect anybody? Like Zetsu?" she asked, bringing her index finger to her lip. "I'm getting pretty worried about him actually."

"Before we talk about plant face," interrupted Hidan, waving his hand around in order to attract attention. He put one fist on his hip and point to a cluster of trees.

"Can someone tell me why those fucking kids have been following us? It's been driving me up a fucking wall, seriously," he grouched.

There was rustling and whispering, and Taki's eyes widened in recognition. The three kids from the woods that she had protected. The girl with short blonde hair, Nora, her brother with an orange and messy 'do, Ryu and the quiet girl with long light blue hair, Momi.

Taking a deep breath, Nora took the lead and stomped over until she was directly in front of Taki, who's eyes were wide due to her bluntness. The girl put her hands on her hips and gave her a serious stare down.

"What did you mean by your deal?" she demanded. Kakuzu and Hidan both gave the heiress a strange look as she gave a sheepish laugh.

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