Hidan followed her finger, indeed a snow covered cross lay to his right. He nodded once and watched as she moved to the other side of the grave and pulled out some flowers from her cloak. She looked up to his questioning gaze and smiled once more.

"This is a grave I visit every day."

She laid the flowers down on top of the snow covered mound. Then knelt down and pressed her hands together in prayer.

"Well I try to come out here everyday, but sometimes the snow is too high."

Hidan watched as her lips moved captivated by seeing someone else pray. Especially this small child in her red cloak and hood.

"Good morning Mya."

"Mya?! That name it held something familar. Like the village did, without snow. But where would he have heard that nam-- More than likely a sacrifice. But why would it matter?"

Soon images flashed before his eyes.

A village burning, people dying.

"I know it's probably late and angels need to rest after flying all day."

A young woman with wide innocent eyes

and subtle lips.

"It has been a while, since I visited. I hope you haven't been lonely."

Screams of pain and yells were heard.

A symbol was painted in black blood.

"But don't worry I think somebody else misses you more."

A conversation. A willing victim.

"What's your name?" "It's Hidan."

"Yesterday Mom and Dad let me pick out a dress for Christmas."

Laughter that sounded hollow.

Sepia eyes met amethyst ones.

"I hope your happy in the sky. That reminds me I made a snow angel today."

"Do they ever haunt you?"

Even months afterwards tossing and turning,

dreams he forgets in his conscious moments.

"This year I'm hoping to get a puppy or a baby sister Mom says I might!"

"I'm not trying to play with your head, and I wouldn't

expect you to let me go...I wouldn't want you too."

A dejected sigh, pain filled eyes.

"Dad says after the accident all we can do is adopt. Whatever that means."

"The people you kill do their faces ever haunt you?

Do you ever feel guilty?"

A strong feeling of guilt.

"I have a Christmas list but Mom doesn't think I'll get too many things."

"I think you're a saint...People are hypocritical...

There should be more people like you."

Words that hid barely concealed comfort.

"But that's okay all I want is Mommy and Daddy to be happy, and a puppy."

"Where do you think I will go when I die?"

An expression that held slight fear and uncertainty.

"If angels have Christmas lists I'll know what to get you."

"Do you ever worry that everything you ever have done

or everything you believe in was all for nothing?"

Panicked steps, and a stern calming voice.

"So I'll keep bringing you flowers until you tell me otherwise."

"Thank you."

A pair of eyes that watched the oncoming sunlight.

"Mom says you would probably like it if we planted flowers instead."

"If it's possible do you want me to come back

and tell you what heaven is like for you?"

A nod followed by a giggle.

"Mom said something about simple beauty and flowers."

"I'll come down with wings and dance

around in the snow."

Two genuine smiles at the coincidence unfolding.

"She even said that she would plant them herself! Imagine that."

"Yeah snow! Because it's more magical to see

an angel when it's snowing."

One finger stuck straight up and a mumbled comment.

"Mom says that if we plant flowers they'll have to be able to come back."

"Hidan...Can you open the door?"

A tilt of the head the kicking of

a door off its' hinges.

"Mom says tiger lilies would work best here. She can't decide on a color."

"I like the sunrise. I think it's beautiful."

A scoff replaced any sort of remark.

"Mom says the colors are red, pink, orange and white."

"I like too think the sky is God's canvas and he loves to

paint every color for people who admire simple beauty."

An admittance of beauty inside ones' mind, and a memory made.

"She also says that there is a good chance it will come back in spring."

"I am a sinner. Forgive me for everything

I did and everything I didn't do."

A shaking woman laid on the floor.

"Oh well I think any flower is pretty even if it dies quickly."

"Am I still a sinner if I kiss you on your cheek?"

A stunned look and then cold lips

pressed to a warm cheek.

"Dad says flowers are like people. So many different kinds of both."

"Thank you, for not shunning me."

Hidan twitched at the memory.

"Dad says people, all people are inheritantly good."

"For not looking at me with hate in your eyes."

Glistening eyes that threatened to shed tears.

"But sometimes people can turn into bad people, and that's not good."

"Or ignoring me like I'm weak and ignorant."

Hidan shook his head to stop the memory, all ready he knew what was to come.

"I think deep down that all people big and small, young and old."

"Thank you Hidan for understanding and talking to me."

Those kind words spoken on her death bed.

"I think all people are good, and I think that you think so too."

"I'll try and come back, I promise I'll try."

A scythe pierced through a chest.

An innocent smiling face with a lone tear.

"My parents say I am a pure soul, I'm cold but I'll be back tomorrow. Good night Mya."

A chilling corpse carried to the top of a hill.

A body reburied and a cross replanted.

"I'm going to be in the snow...don't stand me up."

A twig braking brought him to stand in front of a snow covered grave and the only living thing for a mile quietly trudging through snow to get home. Some place in the pit of his stomach twitched violently and for some reason a sacrifice was the furthest thing from his mind.