Sheiku knew that sword; after all it was unique. Shame that no one remembered the swordsmen behind it.

She looked down into Hidan's angry expression. "Lets get moving kid! Gather me up! This is a retractable sword- I can hit you with it from over there." He scowled and winked.

Sheiku spent the remainder of the night digging the man from the dirt. She found his other leg and thankfully the rest of his body was intact- but that meant more weight.

"So here you are...how do we get you back together?" Sheiku had lain his parts in their normal places, she only didn't have the means to attach them. "Hey?"

The man had fallen asleep- How dare he, when she did all the work! His face looked really peaceful even though Sheiku was sure the gravel was making harsh imprints on his smooth cheek. She picked up his head in her lap again- carefully picking out the minute rocks from his sensitive impressed skin with tender fingers. She couldn't leave a disembodied man where workers would find him.

She quickly ran to and from the main compound to fetch a large duffel bag on wheels- and with gentle bending of limbs fit the man's body into it.

It was heavy to pull and bounced on rocks a few times but she tried to take the easiest path. She'd decided to be more humane and carry the man's head close in her arms as to not disturb his slumber; and she guessed- if he were awake- he'd be enjoying that fact immensely. She did question, however, if he was asleep at one point because of the way his lips twitched against the softness of her chest.

Dawn was on the horizon by the time she'd made it home and had snuck pass her parents. She locked her bedroom door behind her.

Having known the pain of sleeping in awkward positions Sheiku unzipped the bag and removed the man- comfortably leaning the chunk with one leg, an arm, and the torso against a rather large teddy bear from her childhood.

She got situated and placed his head on a pillow behind and obscured by the bear. She prayed up to Shikamaru's spirit to watch over her and not let her get killed by this man with a vengeance against their clan.

Sheiku dreampt of leaping in treetops like the shinobis' she'd read about once...

Only hours of sleep went by before she was harshly awoken by a pounding on her door. "SHEIKU! Honey, the land developers are here with urgent news." Her father nagged.

It took her a good ten minutes to rub the sleep from her eyes; then she remembered the man! He was right where she left him- he was awake and his eyes were surveying everything- the future. "Hey you! Psst!" She harshly whispered to get his attention.

"I have a name you know." He hmph'd.

"Right, sorry, Hidan. Hidan I need you to not talk okay?" She urged.

"What? Why?" He scoffed,

"SHEIKU! Open up or I'll bust in!" Sheiku jumped at her father's booming threat.

"Just Shhh, please!" She scolded and went to cover him up and open the door- when suddenly the part with the torso she'd been leaning over grabbed her arm and held her still. Hidan chuckled.

"3! 2! 1!" Her dad barreled through the door. He stopped his tirade when he saw the body- the head hidden. "Wh-What is that?" He stammered.

Sheiku thought fast. "It's my new project. I'm building a realistic sculpture of a man for the upcoming art exhibit." She thanked god she was into art.

Her father appeared worried and skeptical. Thats what you get for being the black sheep in the family. "Dad, its not real!" She casually smiled and began massaging the skin on Hidan's chest to appear as though she were molding it. "See?"

It still looked like a real dead body. She remembered Hidan had gripped her arm. "Here, its automated." She poked his side like a button- no dice. She heard a faint snicker; he was doing that on purpose.

Damn you Hidan! She moved so her father couldn't see her front. She took Hidan's hand and gripped it onto her chest- surprisingly his arm pulled away and his whole body moved to push away from her. It proved her point.

"Okay whatever, I believe you!" Her father shrugged but she saw the sigh of relief. "Mr. Sarutobi is waiting outside." He left- closing the door.

Hidan was silent at first. "Mr. Sarutobi! As in descendant of the 3rd Hokage and that slump Asuma I killed? Oh jeez, he wants revenge!"

"Quiet Hidan, I doubt that with how long its been." She yelled counterproductive. Then she left the room, trying not to feel sad at the way Hidan rejected her. Something about it hurt.

(BTW This fic is inspired by the song "Everybody Talks" by Neon Trees. So give that a listen- it helps. Also more reviews please?)