Hidan had sworn to always remember that day, and he did. Years had gone by as Hidan made it a point to visit her grave when the first snow came. That time so long ago was the last time he ever saw her again. Late at night he contemplates what may have happened to her.

The only reason he thinks she hasn't come back is because her God punishes those who talk in blasphemy of him. On those visits he prays by her grave and when he's finished he'll move to the cliff, look out, then touch his lips.

Silently, Hidan mouths the words she last spoke to him. Then he leaves without another word and every time he distinguishes what her lips were like. Years ago he wondered what it would be like to taste her lips, now he knew.

It was like a little bit of heaven, of the ground he'll never touch and the place he'll never see.

Yes, kissing angels was like tasting heaven, all goodness with no sin.

Half a year passed when Hidan came face to face with his last opponent. For the life of him Hidan couldn't remember the guy's name. Why would he remember the names of those he ends up killing anyway? As usual when the Jonin showed up, a fight broke out and Hidan got to work with his ritual.

It didn't take much to actually kill that cigarette smoking Jonin, it was the effort to stop him from doing it that made Hidan think that perhaps today will be the day he dies.

Death...what a wonderful thing that would be, to cease to exist in this hypocritical world. So as Hidan retreated back to the lair in promises of returning to finish the kill, he is left to ponder how and who will bring about his end.

It was funny really, as the Akatsuki pair jumped from tree to tree too a place that very well could become one of their graves, Hidan only felt exhilaration for the oncoming battle. Kakuzu on the other hand...felt it was a waste of time and energy.

Hidan admitted back then, that he didn't care about Kakuzu's opinion on the matter, all he wanted was to find an opponent intelligent enough to kill him. Meeting up together in that dying forest, four against two, Hidan still felt his excitement.

It must have been at that last moment, the last time he saw the sun in the sky or the sky itself that he decided maybe dying wasn't what he really wanted. For as the rocks came crashing down it was the tear of an angel that had his gut wrenching and the fear to curl inside of him.

Years had passed but the same guilt made itself known, the guilt that always resided in the back of his mind whenever he visited, his angel's grave.

Hidan's last days came and passed as he remained under the rocks and inside the manmade cave. It was a mistake on his part that had him buried in the ground, buried here and he cursed like he never cursed before.

He didn't know at first what had happened, but a feeling of calm and contentment filled his angry mind. These feelings were not his own, he rarely felt calm and in this predicament he was unable to be content.

What alerted him too a presence, her presence...must have been the warmth that slid across his ice cold skin, or the ever persistent taste of heaven that rested on his lips. In that instance two lonely souls stumbled into fate.

One came back to meet up with the one that was left behind. He realized now, why back then when he told her he forgot her, she only laughed. Never had he forgotten her, he merely suppressed everything that reminded him of her.

She made him feel guilty, she made herself, his one true and tried, regret. Even to this day, as he lives in that man made cave, he screams in frustration because he can't get to her grave. Because through everything he has done and said. The one thing he regrets is her innocent face, with that single tear and those upturned lips.

Yes, she is his only regret, the only one who made him feel, and the only one who earned her wings to meet up with her murderer. He thought that the snow does suit her, the only pure and innocent soul, he let slip through his fingers. His one regretful angel who rested with him in this damnation.

He could live here because he knew, he felt her there and imagined her laying next to him. Resting her head on his chest with her arms wrapped around him. The only angel too give up heaven for earth and to have one very sinful regret would gladly live eternally next to one very misguided saint. His arms wrapped around an invisible body and he smiled once more.

Not a word was spoken as she was happy with holding on too the one she came to love. The one who sent her to her grave but gave an angel wing's. Who damned her in the eyes of God but made her happy all the same. Eternity as it were, won't be so bad after all.

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