Hidan looked at her, then at Kakuzu. "Dude," He laughed dryly. "Your mom's on fucking fire!"
"She's not my real mom, you moron." He hit Hidan on the head.
"Ow!"
"Askafegaet takasd keh?" She asked.
"Kasasdefingasf Igale tehtao" He replied, hesitantly, knowing that Hidan would bug him about it later.
The Elder then walked over and gave Kakuzu a whack on the head with his wooden cane, which, suprisingly, was not on fire. "Jashafeatasn!"
Kakuzu winced and rubbed it. "Ow. Kasadefah!" He apologized for not telling the man what he wanted to know sooner.
"Haha!" Hidan laughed, earning a whack on the head by the old man. "Ow!"
"This one's made of skin. It's flawless~"
"So pretty!" The children gathered around Hidan, their large black eyes boaring into his skin.
"Why don't they talk in that weird fucktard language?" Hidan asked.
"Its a phase, they were probably stolen from other villages, the fire on their skin isn't as strong as the others."
Hidan looked at them. "Sooo...Can I touch them?"
"Only if they speak a language you can understand. Come on." He grabbed Hidan and they followed the Elder, and Kakuzu's 'mom' into a burning building. The inside was cool, and breezy, a great contrast to the exterior.
"Woah." Hidan said, glad to get out of the heat.
"Taskafastsaf heafatheg." The Elder said, sitting down on a flaming chair.
Kakuzu thanked him in the weird language.
Hidan grinned, "I wanna try!" He thought for a moment. "Faskeigan Teafa Seecea." He grinned again.
The Elder and Mother looked shocked. "Hidan, you just cussed out their ancestors." Kakuzu mumbled to him.
Hidan frowned fakingly. "I did? Oops."
Kakuzu asked for his partner to be excused, and he told them all about what had happened when he left the village.
He was only 3 years old when he was taken away from his real village. He grew up with all the other kids, not yet developing the flames that would soon cover their body. He was raised by a woman who had picked him up on the streets, his 'mom'.
He soon learned the language when he was 5, and when he was six, still with no flames, he developed strange markings. The markings were stitch-like, they soon grew more real as time went on, moving at just a thought. It seems that he had 'developed' them when his mom had left him alone in the house, and he wanted to become a real doll, so he would never die, or feel pain. So, he took a thread and needle and began his work.
When he turned 8, he was brought to another village, a normal one, he was raised there. He was taken because of his unabillity to grow the flames needed to survive the heat. He became a street kid, stealing people's wallets, and accessories. Money was his best friend, they never judged him, or denied his weird looks. So, as time grew on and he joined the Akatsuki, the village he left behind became nothing more than a fantasy.
"So, you wanted to be a doll?" Hidan asked, unable to hold in his laughter.
"Shut up." Kakuzu replied. "I was only six. The idea of becoming a doll was only an excuse I used, to make sure the Elders wouldn't worry about me."
"Agarsaeketma?" The Elder asked.
"Hasiaker!" Kakuzu replied, clearly annoyed.
"What'd he ask?"
"Nothing. Just something about your annoying habits." Kakuzu sighed. "Gaskre Teham Heatreagar?" He asked.
The Elder nodded and took out a box, opening it to reveal a small, shiny rock. Light emitted from it.
"Yorate Tamegi?" Kakuzu took it from the box, admiring it's beauty. "This is one of the things Pein wanted us to get."
"Hasafeke." He excused himself and Hidan, as they left the room, leaving behind the small mineral.
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Ending sucked, the language isn't just gibberish, its actually very hard to speak it xD or type it.
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