He watched as some foreign ninjas crowded around the small village gates. Obviously never seeing such a small place completely decimated. Hidan watched as they searched each house looking for survivors. The ninjas came to a specific house it's door kicked off it's hinges, one went in as the other waited outside. Minutes later the ninja reappeared shaking his head to the question asked.

Hidan watched from the distance waiting as both ninja went in and came out with a clothed corpse. The body was laid out in front of the cabin, as six other ninja came out unsuccessful as well. Unlike the other cabins, there was no bodies. Pieces of bodies yes, but no body was left intact, save for one. Planks of wood were being pulled from the burning wreckage. One ninja held the planks as the second tied them with a strip of fabric from his clothing. A sight for burial was located a ways from the village.

A charred clearing created by the flames.

The cross was placed in the ground.

The body soon followed.

When the small village was cleared out from the wreckage and the eight man group finished burying the dead. A ninja of Jonin standard had checked over the fallen cabins and houses, but in the distance something caught his eye.

The grave. Something was on it. He jumped through the trees and landed squarely in front of the flat cross. Indeed something was on it, a hat. The ninja picked it up and thinking the straw hat held a familar ring to it. Placing the woven contraption onto the ground he looked up and noticed words were craved into the planks of wood.

"Mya earn your wings I'll be waiting in the snow."

Strange his fellow companions didn't know her well enough to write something on her final resting place. Let alone something this cryptic, there was no survivors. In fact the unnamed ninja and his companions came out to this little village to check on a so called sighting for Akatsuki members. Hmm probably nothing, the ninja remained knelt in front of the burnt soil. Twirling the straw hat in one hand, thinking that what happened in this village wasn't right.

First the houses are burnt, bundles of threads are trapped between cabins. Then there is some markings drawn on the ground with obvious sacrifices, probably apart of somebody's sick religion... Religion? Wasn't there a prestigious holy man in the Akatsuki? Didn't he always sacrifice his victims? Didn't he always carry a symbol of his religion? Jashin? Yeah that is his Gods' name. What was the symbol? No it can't be that, or that, think. The symbol in the cabin was distorted from all the blood.

Unconsciously the nin clenched the straw hat in his fist. Now that he thought about it, if he took away the blood, straightened out the black marks. A circle, a goddam circle with an upside down triangle. The nin let out a shaky breath, but then inhaled sharply. His eyes trailing down to rest on the straw hat, and what was the regulation dress code for Akatsuki members?

The ninja stood and whirled around, weapon falling uselessly to the dead ground. A metal pike protruding from his chest as he stared lifelessly into angry amethyst eyes.

"You should mind your own fucking business."

He flung the body through trees causing the other ninjas to become alert. Seven nameless ninjas stood their ground in front of one angry, sadistic, religious man. Weapons of all sorts were revealed, the religious man smirked at their tense postures. "My name is Hidan of the Jashin religion and I'm here to release you motherfuckers from your worldly sin!" His words punctuated by the raising of his bloody scythe.

The fight was short lived.

Hidan was again soaked in the blood of another.

His eyes looked back on the wooden cross.

He didn't know how long it took.

But when he was done, an empty grave and bloodied land, was left behind.

The sun was high in the sky by the time he left.

Never once did he look back.

On a hill over looking a decimated village, was a single grave.

If one looked closer they would notice words inscribed on the cross.

"Mya earn your wings I'll be waiting in the snow."

The saying would be peculiar to everyone else, except for two people.

One of those people, lay in the dirt.

The other was living in an isolated area.

What was really peculiar, Hidan never once looked at her face.

He didn't know if she was still smiling.

A strong feeling he distinguishes as guilt filled him that day.

But there was another feeling that overrode the guilt.

He felt that an angel should rise above others.

And to rise above others an angel must over look them.

What he didn't know, as he walked away.

Was that an angel, all ready did.