Two or three chapters, I promise, I will end it. I swear. :) And yes, I do like to break up time segments a lot, so you'll see a lot of '-' in this story. Anyway! Enjoy =D
The first day he arrived there, he didn't think it was so bad.
When he arrived, Hidan met his old childhood friend, Deidara Iwa. He was even felicitously welcomed by a woman called Konan, which without a doubt, was one of the most gorgeous women whom the Jashinist had ever met. As nice as she was, never mind the fact that the leader of the whole organization was married to her. Hidan never thought much of people, or cared for many, for that matter, but the leader of Akatsuki, Pain, was a complete and utter asshole. Now, even though Konan had talked fondly of him, Hidan had yet to meet him face-to-face. All he saw of this "leader" was the holographic image in rainbow tints that had stood adjacent to him in the dark room, on the first day he arrived. The figure had spoke with a voice void of all emotion, which struck Hidan as odd. It was as if the man was dead, not that he was exactly living at the state of a hologram. He shrugged the odd feeling off and leaned on his scythe as the Leader of the Akatsuki spoke to him quickly and sternly. "... Do you understand Hidan?" however, Hidan was less than listening to the man, he was stuck in his own mind, wondering why the hell a deadly organization of criminals had a rainbow holographic colour to them.
'Beam me up, Scotty, why fucking don't ya?' Hidan thought, chuckling inwardly at this. The hologram's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as the albino was not listening.
"HIDAN." he spoke up. Miraculously, the Jashinist did in fact snap out of his thought process. "Huh? What? Oh fuck, sorry man." not that he actually was, but never mind that. Pain sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "... Just... Pay attention, all right?" his low voice muttered, trying to push the anger to the back of his mind. Hidan raised an eyebrow, but nodded all the same. "Okay, sure." he said, not in the mood to argue. Hidan just wanted out of this room, as it brought on a creepy kind of presence. Pain nodded simply, then went back to explaining the situation and goals of the Akatsuki. Once he had finished, Hidan noticed the eyes of the man across from him glint in a calm, yet dangerous way.
"So, now. In Akatsuki, we group in pairs. I assure you, not everyone... Gets along with their partner, say as well as Konan and myself..."
'Because you're married to her, asshole.'
"But all the same, the groups are paired through who would make a good contribution at the end of the day." he said, his voice sounding a bit more pleased now, as if he had come up with a genius idea. No matter what the head of Akatsuki was feeling, Hidan's mind thought up a new conception:
'Tool.'
"Kay, so who am I paired with?" Hidan asked, frowning at this. The idea of a partner didn't excite the Jashinist in the least. He would be able to give a better than 'good' contribution at the end of the day without one. Even though Hidan could not see it, he felt Pain's face contort to a wicked smile. He was sure it was there, no matter if he was hiding it or not.
"Your partner is a man named Kakuzu. Now, I know you're immortal, so of course you'll have a rebuttal to this, but Kakuzu is kind of like yourself, Hidan. While not a Jashinist, he has five hearts to help him get along." Pain explained, as if this was all planned out. Hidan frowned, hating the man even more after the useless and long prattle.
"Not fucking immortal. He's durable at the least." Hidan frowned, the anger awaking in the front of his mind, setting a dull headache in its place. Pain's eyes seemed to hit a snag in the coversation, but recovered quickly. He coughed and shook his head. "No matter, Deidara is outside waiting for you. So you'll meet your partner tomorrow. Goodnight Hidan and goodbye." the voice said, as the hologram faded, then dispersed into small dots. Hidan growled outwardly, but turned on his heel and sauntered out of the dark room. When he opened the door, the blond bomber was indeed waiting for him, as Pain had said.
'Oh he's good, I'll give the fucker that.' he thought, then nodded in Deidara's direction. "Hey Deidara." at this, Deidara grinned. "Oh hey Hidan, un. So, Konan told me to show you to your room. Also, I wanna talk to you about Kakuzu." the blond explained, his tone soft. Hidan raised an eyebrow, but nodded as they began to walk down the hall. "Kakuzu's kinda..."
"Kinda what, Deidara?" Hidan asked, frowning. The dull headache began to beat against the inside of his head, as a mad man would beat against a door to get into something. To Hidan's question, Deidara said:
"Pious, mean, greedy... Mean... Ummm... Impatient, more so than you, yeah." Deidara explained. "It's hard to say, but you might wanna watch out, ya know?" the bomber suggested. Hidan stared at Deidara, then began to laugh. Not the usual lunatic like convulsions, but an actual healthy, half sane chortle.
"Watch out? Fuck, you're funny!" he grinned, running a hand through his pulled back hair. Deidara watched the Jasinist as they finally began to walk again, after the little outburst the albino had. "Seriously, Hidan, un. Kakuzu could rip ya apart, then you'll have a hard time getting yourself back together. I mean, Konan would have to do it. She's okay at stitching, but Kakuzu is the best in Akatsuki, un." Deidara scolded, as though he was a mother figure to Hidan. The immortal however, did not need a mother. He had one back in Yugakure, who loved him, but only at a few feet apart, seeing as he had murdered more than a few neighbors in his home town. "Listen, I'll be fine!" Hidan grinned and slapped a hand against Deidara's back firmly. The blond grunted and looked at Hidan with his one visible eye.
"Alright, hmm." Deidara sighed, smiling softly. "Anyway, how's your family... If you didn't kill them, that is, yeah." he snickered. Hidan stuck out his tongue, but smiled easily then. "Well, I didn't, you fucker. All my sister's are good... All of them." Hidan mused.
"How many do you have again, hmm?" Deidara inquired. Hidan looked thoughtful and rubbed his chin, as if there was to be a beard in place.
"Well, there's Arashi, Kyouki, Hitori, Satsu, Shi, Kyojin, Fumetsu, Akumu, and Youkaiko. They are all good as can be, I suppose. Arashi's a Jashinist now, as far as I know." he shrugged. "My mom still likes me, but she's scared shitless that I'll do something, so I'm not going to think about going back so soon..."
"What about your... Dad?" Deidara asked softly. Hidan looked directly at the blond and frowned, the usual 'I want' line appeared on his forehead. "Still hates me." Hidan muttered, bitterly. "Let's leave the family topic alone, okay?"
"Deal, un." Deidara said softly. Hidan smiled slightly and looked ahead down the hall, which was lit with candles adorned on the wall, symmetrical on both sides. As they walked, a awkward feeling flowed between them. Hidan however, didn't really mind. It gave him time to think and imagine his partner. Be that as it may, Hidan just couldn't bring himself to imagine any kind of guy that would soon accompany him so many places. "So, here's your room!" Deidara smiled suddenly, stopping Hidan by his shoulders and turning him towards the door. "It used to be Danna's room, yeah... So, umm... It's all yours." Deidara laughed, but it seemed more sad, than happy.
"Man, what's wrong with you?" Hidan asked, curious to why his childhood friend's face was contorted with hurt. Deidara looked at him and laughed softly.
"Oh nothing... See ya tomorrow Hidan, yeah." he giggled and walked off down the hall, in the direction they had come. Hidan reached a hand out, as if he could drag Deidara back, but stopped in his approach.
"... Who's this Danna anyway?" he asked himself as he opened the door. "Ugh, I shouldn't give a fuck... I'll find out sometime." he furrowed his eyebrows and walked into his room.
That night, Hidan slept well, but he could never quite shake the feeling that he had. Something was wrong with his friend, more so, that he actually cared too much.
The next day, when he awoke, it was to two green and red eyes, which were narrowed in a dangerous way. "There is no way you can sleep in this late." the low voice seethed. Hidan's eyes widened, but he did not get angry like he thought he would. His mind filled with utter confusion to who the Christmas coloured eyes belonged to.
'Wha?'
"Hidan, if that's your name. Did you even listen to me just then?" the voice continued to question in the angry tone it was yet to let go. Hidan continued to blink, his eyes hurting from the sun blaring through the window and onto his sleepy features.
'Whafuck?'
"For Christ's sake... HIDAN." at this, Hidan did in fact get angry.
"WHAT! WHAT DO YOU WANT!" he shrieked. "My name is not a fucking right to say every other Jashin damn word! Who are you and WHAT the fuck do you want!" he asked, enraged. The eyes looked surprised, then went back to the original death glare.
"My, aren't you just a ray of sunshine. Anyway, get up, I don't have time for this-" "WHO ARE YOU?" Hidan cut the mysterious man off. At this, the man stood up straight. Hidan's eyes followed and found that the man was one of the tallest whom he'd ever met. 'Well, I'll be damned.' he thought and sat up.
"My name is Kakuzu. I'm your partner." the man known as Kakuzu said. Hidan frowned and rubbed the top of his head, as Kakuzu continued. "Now get ready, we have to leave for a mission." he muttered and walked out swiftly, slamming the door behind him. The Jashinist stared down the door, as if it were a showdown of sorts, then gave up, after a wasted five minutes had passed.
"Fucking dick head doesn't know who he's talking to." the albino whispered under his breath and jumped out of bed.
Rituals for Hidan were moments of relief. He was able to connect with the one whom he loved the most:
"Jashin." as he muttered the words breathlessly, they seemed almost perfect. The sound of his voice was shakey, as he was losing blood, but it was none the less beautiful. Just as he moved the black spike like weapon and dug it into his heart, for the almost climatic feeling of his ritual, did he hear the one thing he never thought he would.
"Want to explain what the hell you're doing, Hidan?" the voice of his partner, Kakuzu uttered to him. All of the built up pleasure and pain melted into anger as he sat up in one swift and painful motion, the spike plunging through his heart and into the ground behind him. "Excuse me?"
"What are you doing?" Kakuzu asked again, slower this time, as if Hidan had a comprehension problem. Realizing this, Hidan's anger only boiled more.
"A fucking ritual! Do not fucking interrupt it, seriously!" the Jashinist cursed, his magenta eyes burning into Kakuzu's red and green ones. If Kakuzu wasn't the way he was, he would have cared and said sorry, but this is not the case, so he could only grunt and shake his head. "Whatever, just finish soon. We have to get this bounty collected. I don't want to have to stay at a hotel because of you." the rough voice growled out from under the dark coloured mask. Hidan twitched shook his head.
"I can't fucking finish now. Thanks a lot, asshole."
"No, it's my pleasure." Kakuzu smirked under the mask slightly, already figuring out what the Jashinist was about. It would be a pain not being able to kill him, but at least he could piss the albino off.
"KAKUZU!"
"So, how's it been?" Konan asked the albino sitting between her legs, his back facing her as she braided his hair. Hidan scoffed, then winced as she pulled on a strand of silver hair nonchalantly. "Kill me."
"That bad, huh?" Konan asked, starting the last part of her French braid. "Has anyone ever told you that you have the softest hair ever?" she inquired, smiling. Hidan snickered and shook his head.
"Nah... But yeah, it's that bad. The first time we battled and he saw me lick the blood off of my scythe, he asked if I ever worried about aids. Fucking ass has it coming. I wish I could knock him off his little stool of dignity." the Jashinist muttered and leaned against Konan. "Any chance of dating a guy that's not Pain?" he questioned, grinning. Konan burst out laughing and kissed the top of Hidan's head.
"Well, no. I'm married to him silly! However, you're very sweet, Hidan. You'll get someone, my love." the blue haired girl chimed and finished on his hair. "Want me to repaint your nails?"
"Fuck yes." Hidan laughed and felt Konan slip away. He laid down on his bed and felt her grab his right leg, setting it on her lap. "Alright, stay still. Now, I'm sure you don't totally hate Kakuzu."
"Hate is an understatement." the Jashinist growled and put his arms behind his head. Konan sighed and painted her friend's nails gently.
'Uh oh, no good in that... Ho hum... They have to get along some how... Maybe, nah... That wouldn't work... Would it?' she thought to herself. "Tsk, well, what do you hate about him, Hidan-chan?" she asked playfully. The albino looked to the only girl in Akatsuki and was shocked for a moment.
"You're fucking joking, right?"
"No, I really want to know, Hidan!" she scolded. Hidan blinked, then looked thoughtful.
"Well, he's greedy, pious, old, mean, bossy, hateful of things that could broaden his fucking Jashin damned horizon. I mean, all he seems to care about is money this, money that... And taxes. He hates em' more than me, he says." he drawled out in his smooth velvet like voice. Konan listened, then grinned, coming up with an idea that would help Pain. "Oh? Taxes. Weird thing to be afraid of. Anyway, what about you? What's with the Jashin thing? Are you afraid of the big man?" she asked, amused. Hidan raised an eyebrow at the question, as though Konan was plotting, but ignored it after a small thought.
"Well, yes and no. I respect him, laws yes. But I don't fucking piss myself if he tells me to not do something. I'm only afraid of one aspect..." he trailed off, his face twisting in confusion. Konan looked over, seeing Hidan's face, like it had come upon a road block of sorts.
"Which is?"
"Marriage."
"... You're afraid of marriage!" Konan choked, then began to giggle. As she leaned against the wall, Hidan frowned at her.
"Not just any kind of fucking marriage. In Jashinism, when ya get married, you have to exchange hearts, as a sign of eternal devotement. As cool as that is, no guy, but me, is gay. Jashin doesn't mind that I'm a queer, but he's kinda pissed that I can't marry anyone, since they would all die during a supposed to be simple, marriage. Sure I could try, but the guy would most likely have to be under a fucking operation table while exchanging vows." he mused lightly. Konan raised an eyebrow, then smiled brightly.
"Huh... That is quite difficult." she said. "I'm sure you'll think of something." but Konan already had. Yes, she believed she had just the solution to the Akatsuki's two immortal's problem. Soon enough, she would be able to actually have a family, if the two immortal men would stop killing everything in their paths of blind anger. 'Pain sure is going to love this idea... Oh yes...'
"I love that idea, Konan." Yahiko said, the day after Nagato had let go the life tie, to preserve his strength. "How did you ever think of it?" Konan grinned and leaned over the desk swiftly.
"Well, Kakuzu knows, as much as we do, that if he gets married, the government will take taxes off of Akatsuki, which he would love. Also, our child will do so too. Now, Hidan, he doesn't give an honest fuck about money, but his religion says that he needs to marry someone, a Jashinist. Hidan's problem is that he's gay, while no other Jashinist man is. The next best thing to Jashinist, is Kakuzu, who could in fact, live forever if he wanted. The logical solution is that we propose Kakuzu the idea, which he will in fact, agree with in the end." Konan explained. "If you say so, he'll do it."
"... You're a genius, Konan!" Yahiko laughed and stood up, touching noses with her. "I'll go find Kakuzu, but you must find Hidan and make sure he won't talk to Kakuzu today." he grinned evilly.
"Will do, sweetie." Konan purred and parted from him, walking out of the room. Yahiko walked out not minutes later and chuckled.
"This'll be perfect."
"What will, Leader?" Kakuzu asked, frowning. Yahiko turned around and looked up, a smile on his usually emotionless face.
"Oh, just the man I've wanted to see. We need to talk, come in, Kakuzu." the red head chuckled darkly and walked back into the office. Kakuzu watched his leader with an uneasy gaze, but followed him into the dark chamber. "What do you need?"
"I have a proposition." the leader of the Akatsuki said evenly and sat down in his big spinney chair. Kakuzu nodded slightly, but the feeling of unease grew deeper into his mind.
"Alright, shoot." he said, pretending not to be curious. the leader's smile grew and his eyes seemed to twinkle off of the light in the room from the candles.
"You and I both hate taxes."
'Oh god, tax man... No... But I paid them... I swear...'
"Kakuzu, pay attention."
"Hai leader-sama." he nodded and watched him carefully.
"Anyway, I found a solution to yo- our problem." Yahiko chimed, almost filled with glee, which Kakuzu questioned greatly.
"We can't cheat taxes, Pain." Informal, but the leader didn't seem to care at this point. No need for formal things now.
"I know that, Kakuzu. That's why we have Hidan."
"Hidan? What exactly does this have to do with him?" the miser growled lowly. Yahiko tsk'd Kakuzu's tone and folded his hands on the desk's surface.
"Our dear Hidan has a problem. Jashin needs him to married..."
'He is not going to bring me into that.' "Kakuzu, my man, you love, no need, to have those taxes off. You know how much this would help Akatsuki. Konan and I are also planning to introduce a child soon enough."
'That is a fair bit off of- NO, no, no, no. I am not marrying Hidan. No way.' Kakuzu thought. "I'm not marrying that..."
"Man? Ha ha, dear Kakuzu... This is not a choice, but an order." Yahiko smiled happily, which scared the stitched ninja slightly.
"Why would I ever do such a stupid thing? Hidan would rather separate himself, than marry me, or be anywhere near me. I feel like wise to him on that point." Kakuzu explained lowly, the dull anger awakening in the pit of his stomach. Yahiko shook his head and frowned now.
"Oh my... Well, that's unfortunate. However, you will marry Hidan. If you do, I promise to give some sort of reward. A very nice wedding gift, you could say." he mocked, which only pissed the ex-Kiri shinobi off more.
"... How much?" Kakuzu asked, frowning still. The leader smiled at this and took a piece of paper out of a journal, then scribbled on it. Kakuzu's eyes watched the number of loops the Akatsuki leader seemed to scrawl across the foolscap.
"I hope this will be enough, more if you'll be nice. Perhaps two extra zeros. This will be your money, not the Akatsuki's. I promise." he smiled politely. Kakuzu took the paper as the red head passed it over. He unfolded it and almost dropped the lined sheet.
"Holy lord..." he muttered. "Two more zeros if I'm nice? Jesus Pain..."
"Mhm." the leader nodded and stood up, holding out his hand. "Do we have a deal, Kakuzu?" he asked. Kakuzu looked at the hand and sighed. To him, it seemed as though he was selling his soul to the devil. never mind Hidan's own soul. After a minute of silence, Kakuzu took the hand and shook it curtly.
"You have a deal, Pain." Kakuzu said evenly. Pain pulled his hand away and clapped once, the sound echoing through the room like a taunt to the stitched man.
"Excellent!" he chimed, like he had won the Olympics or a competition of high stakes. Kakuzu however, felt as thought he had lost his whole dignity to money. "You'll get all of the money after you propose to him. I promise." he smiled brightly. "And remember, keep Hidan happy. Which means, don't be cheap." Yahiko explained. "My gift will make up for the expenses you lose by making our Jashinist friend happy!" he smiled more then while sitting back down. "You're excused, Kakuzu. Now, go find him."
"... Fine." he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. 'What have I done?' he asked himself in the inner confinements of his mind.
After Konan had left Hidan, which was a random talk about what he sees in someone, another knock came on the door. The Jashinist growled and looked down at the ritual circle he had created in his own blood, which was dripping from down his left arm.
'What am I? A fucking celebrity? Can't a guy stab himself in peace and quiet?' he thought and walked across the room, then opened the door in one swift movement. The silver haired man frowned and rolled his eyes as Kakuzu stood behind the once closed door. "What the fuck do you want?" the Jashinist asked and placed his hands on his hips. Kakuzu narrowed his eyes also, but the looked softened as he looked at Hidan's bleeding arm.
'I can't marry that... He cuts himself... For a fake god...' he thought and sighed. "I just want to talk to you about something... And possibly fix that gash on your arm." the stitched man said evenly, trying not to be mean. the magenta eyes of the short man looked over Kakuzu with unease, fear, and anger all in one, then softened when there seemed to be no trick.
"... Come in, but no, you can't touch my fucking cut. It'll heal." the drawling voice Hidan always possessed said curtly. He walked over to his bed and began to sit down. Kakuzu frowned and grabbed Hidan's wrist. "Konan does laundry. Respect the fact she takes hours to get your fucking blood stains out." Kakuzu scolded and watched the Jashinist stare at the contact they had, or Kakuzu's hand gripped onto his wrist, if you please.
"Don't you fucking touch me. I told you that!" Hidan hissed, his eyes flashing fear for a split second, then melted to a dull anger. Kakuzu looked a bit shocked, but pulled away. "Now what did you wanna talk about-" he began, then choked when Kakuzu's tendrils wrapped around his arm and began to stitch up the huge gash. Hidan made a strange grunting noise as the black threads pierced into his skin, closing the wound.
"First, let's fix that." Kakuzu muttered softly, forgetting about the dull headache that had settled in the back of his mind. Hidan nodded quietly and watched Kakuzu finish. 'huh, he was civil for once.' the ex-Kirigakure shinobi thought and pulled away. The albino shook his head violently and looked up at Kakuzu.
"I don't know what you're trying to pull." he muttered and sat down on his bed as Kakuzu walked out of the room for a minute, then returned with a green face cloth.
"You never mind." Kakuzu muttered and sat next to Hidan, placing the warm rag on the albino's cool skin. Hidan shivered slightly and watched as Kakuzu cleaned the rest of the blood off of his arm. After he had finished, he chucked the bloody face cloth across the room, where it landed in the middle of the ritual circle. "Now-"
"Why did you do that?" Hidan demanded, scooting away from Kakuzu on the bed. He leaned against the wall and watched with accusatory eyes. Kakuzu muttered something about Hidan being an idiot, then leaned against the wall beside Hidan.
"Because I wanted to, all right? Good enough for you?"
"I'll live with that for now." the Jashinist responded. "So, what do you want?" he asked, the suspicion coming back into his tone of speech.
"Konan and Pain are going to have a baby."
"I fucking know that, asshole." Hidan frowned. "What about it?" Kakuzu slapped a hand to his forehead, but managed to subside the anger until later.
"This is about it." he said seriously. "If we fight, because we destroy most of everything when we do, we could kill a newborn child, dumb ass." the older of the two muttered. Hidan blinked and slapped a hand to Kakuzu's forehead.
"Are you sick?"
"No, get your hand off-"
"Got ya. Anyway, why do you give a crap? It's not like you to give a fuck about a baby." Hidan scolded. Kakuzu sighed and shook his head.
'It's like chewing tin foil with this guy.' Kakuzu thought and rubbed his temples. "If we kill a baby, especially Konan and Pain's, we're fucked. I just want to be civil with you. It will require just as much help on your behalf as mine." Hidan watched Kakuzu say this in shock. After so many months of being partners and hating every minute they had to be together, Kakuzu was finally proposing a truce. This simple request made Hidan's anger split.
"How can you say this after so many fucking months! Are you stupid! No way in hell am I being nice and civil to you! Not after all the shit you've put me through! Cheap hotels! No or cheap food! You're bat shit crazy if you think I'll be CIVIL, Kakuzu!"
"... Hidan, calm down. You're insane." Kakuzu said and tried to put a hand on Hidan's shoulder, but he shuffled away. "I said no fucking touching! None! No! Just- Just... Get out! Go!" he shrieked and picked up the lamp from his bed side table, pulling it out of the plug. Kakuzu blinked and cursed, getting off the bed and ducking just as the lamp was hurled at him, missing and hitting the wall with an ear shattering crash. Kakuzu walked to the door and slammed it closed as a pike that Hidan stabbed himself with flew at the door and missed kakuzu's neck by a hair.
"He's a lunatic... Why did he react that badly to me almost touching him...?" he asked himself and made his way down the hall. "I'll ask Deidara." he muttered and nodded.
"Wait, why do you want to know about Hidan, yeah?" Deidara asked, putting his magazine down on the coffee table. Kakuzu sighed and watched the Jashinist's childhood friend stare at him from across the other side of the table.
"I can't really say. I just want to know more. I tried to calm him down, and almost touched his shoulder. When he saw the advance, he went berserk." the stitched man explained. "You know why, Blondie. I'm asking for you to tell me so I can help him. If Konan is going to have a baby, he needs to be civil as I as I will with him." at this, Deidara's glare softened and he sighed, defeated.
"Fine, but you better not use it against him, hmm." the bomber scolded. "Anyway, it all started when I was nine, Hidan being twelve,hmm. He used to be bullied a lot because he's albino and all, while his father at home, beat him for talking back. He had a huge family, but being the only boy since his perfect brother died the year before, his father took the death out on Hidan,un. The two situations made Hidan feel as though he was worthless to the world and was some unclean creature. Barely even a human to himself. Now, this priest came through Yugakure, which I only lived for a bit, what with my mom getting boyfriends like alcoholics get beer. Anyway, yeah... When the priest came, he was apparently told by a very powerful god that the saviour was alive in this village. He searched for about a day, until he came upon Hidan, un. After that, Hidan didn't become little afraid scornful albino kid, but some equivalent holy figure of Jesus, but the religion being Jashinism, instead of Christianity, hmm. Being Jashin's purest silver only entails two things; one, he must devote himself to Jashin and become immortal, and two, that he stay a virgin, or clean as Hidan calls it, until Jashin says it's time, yeah. Until the days comes, Hidan won't let anyone touch him unless Jashin gives the okay, hmm." Deidara finished and watched Kakuzu's final expression of surprise.
"Who would have figured there is more to Hidan than I thought." Kakuzu chuckled, slightly amused. Deidara rolled his one eye and picked his magazine back up.
"That's because you don't know Hidan, Kakuzu, un." Deidara huffed. The stitched man frowned and got up.
"Thanks anyway, Deidara." he muttered and walked off. 'How am I supposed to marry the lunatic if he won't do anything without his god's sign of approval? Maybe I won't have to...' Kakuzu thought, pleased with himself. 'Of course, that's a lot of money to lose... A lot.' he frowned. "I can't worry about any of that right now. I have money to count." the tanned skinned man muttered and walked into his room.
Hidan did in fact magically dream that night. In his dream, he was sitting on the ground of a barren dead looking environment, like one you would see in a ghost town. He looked up to see a figure walking over, red eyes glimmering in the light of the moon against the dark shadow of a face under the black bellowing cloak. The figure stopped and laughed softly.
"Oh Hidan..." the smooth voice whispered into the hallows of the Jashinist's mind. "You've grown into such a worthy disciple." the figure purred and sat across from him, the cloak stretching itself out and licking at Hidan's knees. Hidan stared into the dark face of the stranger, looking for a sign of recognition.
"Who?"
"Oh you know, my dear, dear, Hidan." the stranger smiled, his teeth glittering against the moon's shine. He stretched a hand out and tucked a piece of loose hair behind Hidan's left ear. Gooseflesh rapped itself over the albino's skin as his magenta eyes widened. No dream had ever been this real. Dreams and nightmares weren't supposed to do this, but all the same, Hidan found himself entranced.
"I... Jashin-sama?" he blinked, his voice breaking. The figure's hand ghosted down to the amulet Hidan wore around his neck and traced the metal gently.
"There you go, Hidan. Now, the time is almost here." Jashin purred and pulled his snow white hand away, joining the other at the rim of his hood. The god figure pulled it back to reveal a handsome face with a long scar running down the right side of his face, ending a his cheek bone. The celestial man pulled his moonlight coloured hair from out of his cloak. Hidan watched the hair as it flowed over the older man's shoulders. "What time?" he asked, nervous to be talking to the Jashin. If this was a dream, there was no way he wanted to wake up. Jashin's smile widened into a lunatic looking grin.
"Remember how I said for you to keep yourself clean? I imagine you stuck to your promise, yes?" he asked, then frowned. "Actually, do not answer that. I know very well you have! I've been watching you the whole time! Now, my purest silver, onto the subject that lies. It's just about time to give me what I want." he said kindly, like Hidan and himself were the best of friends. Hidan stared at him, not actually knowing what his lord had ever wanted from him in the first place, beside devotion and the will to bring utter destruction in his name.
"What is it exactly you want from me, Jashin?" he asked, a bit nervous.
"Well, a child of course. Born into destruction. One to be another sort of blessing. Of course, you'll ask how it's to be possible for you, being a man of course. In the normal situation, it would be impossible, but you, my Hidan, have broken every single mold that may possess normal." Jashin spoked evenly, but the lunatic smile never ceased to falter. Hidan felt a lump catch in his throat and struggled to talk. "Something caught in your throat? Well, of course... You're surprised, as would I be! Anyone or anything telling you to go get pregnant could do that to me too!" the god cackled and stood up in one smooth movement, pulling Hidan up with him. Hidan finally found his words and looked at his god's dexterous hands that had a hold on his shoulders, the nails looking more like claws.
"W- who?"
"Oh, you know him. He's your partner. The one whom you refuse to be civil with. I suppose you'll have to be civil now. I know it'll be hard, but you have to do this for me, my lovely Hidan, whom I love to love. If I was human, you would be mine, but alas, that's not the case. This child will be a girl and she will look exactly like you. You'll be a host of sorts. She'll bring ultimate destruction, for the both of us." Jashin cooed and ran a hand through his follower's hair. "She'll be the one for me. You're going to do me a unending favour. For both of us, my Hidan, my precious Hidan..."
"... K- Kakuzu? I can't... W-why him?" Hidan choked out, his fists clenching in fear instead of anger. Jashin sighed happily and stepped back gracefully.
"Well, you'll see soon, my dear Hidan. Just do as we planned. It's time and he's the exact man that you'll lose it too. I need this to happen. If you ruin it, you'll lose everything I have given you and you will suffer. Are we understood, Hidan?" Jashin asked, his blood red eyes shining in the light. Hidan took a shaky breath and nodded carefully.
"Okay, yeah... I'll do it." he said, a small smile on his lips. His lord smiled brightly and pulled the hood back over his head.
"Good, good! Don't wait too long, because it has to happen by the next new moon, which is in now, six days. After that, nothing will happen as planned... Nothing, my dear Hidan. Now, wake up and it'll begin. Do your best, for all of this religion. For us... For Hitori, you're future little girl. Goodbye, my Hidan, whom I love to love..."
Love to love...
to love...
Love...
Hidan's eyes widened and he shot up in bed. "Holy fucking... Kakuzu..." he muttered and ran a hand through his hair. "... This sucks..." he trailed off and slipped out of bed. "However, if Jashin wants it, I have to do it for him..." the albino smiled slightly and held onto the pendant with both hands.
"Hidan, yeah? You're acting weird." Deidara laughed slightly and watched his friend stare at his plate of uneaten bacon and eggs. Kakuzu looked over his newspaper and looked at his partner.
"... I'm feeling kinda weird is all." Hidan shrugged and poked at his bacon. Deidara glared at Kakuzu with an accusing look. Kakuzu looked back at the blond and frowned, shrugging to signal he had no idea what it was about. "Kakuzu didn't do jack shit." he said, as though they had communicated out loud.
"..." Kakuzu and Deidara looked at each other, both slightly worried about the Jashinist, Deidara more so than Kakuzu.
"Well, alright, un." Deidara sighed softly. Kakuzu sighed and nodded, going back to reading his newspaper. Hidan looked at Kakuzu after he had stopped and sighed longingly. Deidara twitched and stood up. "Hidan, I want to talk to you!" he said and pulled the albino out of the kitchen quickly. Once out, he grasped Hidan by the shoulders.
"What!" Hidan asked, a look of confusion painted across his face. The blond frowned and watched his friend.
"You gave Kakuzu a longing look, yeah. What just happened?" he asked. Hidan, to this, leaned in and whispered the summary of what Jashin had said in his dream.
"It's time, Jashin said him and soon." the Jashinist said softly, a small smile on his lips. "As much as I fucking hate Kakuzu, I gotta do it for Jashin." Hidan finished and felt Deidara let go.
"Are you sure?"
"I dreamed it... And it felt so real." the albino said quietly. The bomber's eyebrows furrowed and he let out a sigh.
"Well, you tell me later, Kakuzu and you have a mission, yeah." Deidara said softly and ruffled Hidan's hair, then walked off. Hidan put his hands on his hips and frowned.
"Something doesn't feel quite right. Jashin, why did you do this to me?" Hidan muttered pathetically.
Two or three chapters, I promise... XD It will be done. R&R if you want ^_^ it's always appreciated! Always~