It had been two weeks since Hinata was kidnapped. She had been put to work fixing Sasori's puppets after he scolded- I mean taught her how to fix them. Hinata took great care into making them; her concentration was solely on the masterpiece she was repairing. She held its wooden face between her thumb and index finger, gently tightening a screw. She finished and rubbed her fingers across its cheek, smiling she began to touch up on the paint.
She took her job serious, maybe because she was just a very focused and intent child, or it could be the fact that if she did it wrong Sasori would be pissed. Either way she was making sure not to miss a small little detail.
"Sasori Danna," She spoke softly "What do you think so f-far?" She held the puppet up to him for examination. Sasori looked up from his human puppet drafts and observed her maintenance work.
"Getting better." He remarked. He was surprised at how quick she was to learn. It was amazing really, in one week she had learned to whittle, file, paint and everything else she needed to know. Either she was a prodigy or he was just a skillful teacher, he decided on a little of both.
Sasori also did his best to break her of her stuttering but it still remained. He even threatened to make her into a human puppet if she kept it up. Obviously she was a brave little brat since she clearly wasn't dense, especially when compared to the blond baka, either way she stopped most of the stuttering but some still lingered.
Hinata was still confined to Sasori's room, forbidden to leave unless accompanied by Sasori himself. He brought her her meals and clothes, though she could have sworn some of the clothes belonged to Deidara but they were so unisex that she could not honestly tell.
Speaking of Deidara, he too was becoming a part of her life. He came by every few days to talk to her and even play with her just a little, childhood was still in him despite being a criminal. He made her little clay doves, bunnies, and even sheep. She loved them; they were so realistic, they reminded her of the outside world.
"Sasori Danna," She glanced up at him as he gave back the puppet "Why can't I leave this room?"
Sasori thought for a moment 'Well for one I don't want her running around causing havoc.'
"Because….," He paused, looking for a real answer "Because your sensei will be here soon."
Hinata appeared puzzled. "But aren't you may sensei Dana?" She stood to face him, placing the puppet gently on the floor.
"I am, but I am not your only sensei." He spoke bluntly. "Your new sensei Hidan will be teaching you some new things as soon as he returns from a mission." The puppet master returned to his drafts, ending the conversation.
Hinata stood there contemplating the news. 'What could this new sensei be planning to teach me? Dana has taught me how to fight and how to make and fix puppets…what could I need to know? Hmm…maybe this Hidan sensei will teach me how to fight with my clan's jutsu. But I'm not sure that's possible, I doubt he has Byakugan… hmm then maybe he can teach me to use my chakra's nature or teach me some jutsus I do not know…'
A loud knock was heard at the door then a boy of about fourteen entered Sasori's room. He was pale with a depressing face with black hair tied into a low pony-tail. He seemed only a little older than Deidara.
"Where is Deidara?" He questioned, glancing at Hinata then focusing on Sasori.
"I don't know." Sasori spoke uncaringly.
The boy gave a grunt and frowned. He then left shutting the door slowly behind him.
"Danna who was that?"
"Itachi Uchiha" The red head uttered boredly.
'Uchiha?' Hinata thought 'That name sounds familiar….'
"Come on," Sasori spoke agitatedly. "I'm tired of waiting."
The next thing she new, Hinata was on the back of Sasori's Hiruko puppet and in this large training room, similar to those Sasori had trained her in before only this one was darker and the soil seemed dryer and more untouched.
"God damn it Hidan, hurry the hell up" The scorpion man cussed, pissed at being kept waiting.
Minutes passed by aimlessly and Sasori's patience only thinned.
"GOD DAMN IT YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Sasori roared, swinging his tail like thing around.
"Sheesh, calm yourself Sasori you little cunt. I'm here now." Hidan's voice echoed from the other side of the training room. "What the fuck are you bitching about now?" Hidan questioned, rubbing his ear that ached from Sasori's yelling.
"You're late!" He spat
"So my mission ran late, not my fault ass wipe." He said as a matter of factly, ending his disputed with Sasori. "Now, is this the daughter of Jashin I've been told of?" He smiled at the startled and currently shaken up Hinata. Sasori rolled his eyes thinking 'Of course she is you dike, don't even play stupid. Although for you it's not that hard.'
Hidan reached for Hinata who looked him over before climbing off Sasori. She introduced herself to Hidan. "Hello, I'm Hinata nice to m-met you." She smiled timidly, withholding her last name since Danna had told her never to tell anyone of it.
She looked at this silver haired man in front of her, he seemed older than Itachi and Deidara but not as old as Sasori's puppet body looked. He had deep purple eyes and slender lips that puckered ever so lightly when he smirked. He seemed to be quite nice by appearance.
"Hidan," Sasori spoke as he walked off "Play nice."
Hinata wondered what he meant by that.
Once Sasori was gone Hidan faced Hinata. "Okay, first things first, I'm Hidan and you are a child of Jashin are you not?"
Hinata stayed quiet for a minute, she did recall Sasori mentioning something about her being a child of Jashin or something like that before but she couldn't really remember so she just nodded her head.
"Good, Good." Hidan smirked, Sasori had obviously held up his promise so far.
"Umm…Sensei Hidan," Hinata whispered.
"Speak up girl what the is it?" Hidan barked "And don't call me sensei!"
"Y-yes Hidan, umm who is Jashin?"
Hidan looked at her with a bit of pride. "Jashin, my dear child is God." Hidan smiled and raised his fist to his emblem. He is the master of death and sacrifice!"
"But I though B-Buddha was god…"
Hidan's eyes grew wide and he reached down and grabbed the child by her collar. "Buddha that fat son of a bitch is a fake he is worthless. Jashin is the who controls all!"
Hinata struggled under Hidan's grip as he carried her out of the training room and into an unfamiliar room.
His room to be exact.
Hidan opened the door to his room and placed Hinata down. The room was pitch black and a chill was in the air. Hinata stumbled around in the dark for a little while, completely blind, and then eventually she bumped into Hidan's leg. Gripping onto his pants leg she asked "Where are we now?"
Picking her up, he said "My sanctuary."
Hidan lit a torch light and the room light up, revealing its secrets.
Releasing Hidan's pants leg, Hinata's eyes explored the room from top to bottom. She noticed the same symbol Hidan wore around his neck was painted on the wall in what she hoped was red paint. There was a desk in the coroner of the room holding a handful of open books with black covers. Sitting across from them were a candle and a knife. The bookshelf on the opposite side of the room was messy and unkempt, matching the bed. All in all the layout and design of the room was similar to Sasori's, except for the definition of clean apparently came with a different meaning.
Hidan picked up one of the books from his desk and flipped through it to a specific page with an illustration of the emblem painted on the wall and around his neck.
"This is the emblem of Jashin," He spoke proudly, handing her the book. "It is the symbol of my loyalty to the God Jashin- the only true God."
Hinata examined the picture, tracing it in her mind.
"The main thing you need to know about Jashinism is this: Anything less than complete destruction is an unforgivable sin." He looked her dead in the eyes as he said it too, making sure she understood the main rule. "Got that?"
She nodded her head in agreement.
"Now you are a lucky little girl. You are born as a child of Jashin; this makes you better than all the other children from the village you came from."
Climbing onto the bed to get a better closer to eye level with Hidan, Hinata asked "Is that why I was t-taken? Because I am better than all the other children?" Her eyes lit up, her soul filling with a purpose in life.
Hidan smirked, "Yes, that is the reason." Placing his hand on her fore head he asked "What is your name now?"
Hinata's eyes stared dead at Hidan's, as if making a bond with them. "It's Hinata."
'Hinata,' Hidan thought 'How beautiful. No name can compare to it, all other names are shit when it is said.'
Smirking Hidan whispered "Are you ready to follow under the path of Jashin?"
Hinata's hope filled eyes screamed yes, her heart shirked yes, but all her body was able to do was nod enthusiastically. Finally it felt like she had a true place in the universe, her real purpose in life, and a future that seemed to be shimmering with opportunity and strength.
The days passed by and turned to weeks, the weeks turned to months and Hinata grew stronger physically, mentally, and emotionally. Her studies in Jashinism improved as well. She now wore an emblem around her neck, matching her sensei's. She absorbed every word Hidan said, she even wanted to be just like him. Nothing could stop her obsession with him, her training, and her new religion. She cared deeply for them all which proved to be good news for it didn't take her long to go from being no match for Deidara during sparing to flat out kicking his ass. She even stood up pretty well against Itachi, when he gave her the time of day anyways. Though she was still no match for Hidan, she did at least manage to impress him and Sasori too.
Hidan had taught her well and he meant a lot to her, he was more than just a sensei, he was her idol. She worshiped him, though not quit as much as she did her lord Jashin.
None the less she was proud to be his student, even when she was hurt during scythe training and covered from head to toe in blood.
Hidan on the other hand was also proud of her; she was strong, intelligent, and faithful. She was a gift from Jashin to him, and one he was truly honored to possess.
Thanks for being so patient when waiting for updates and thank you too all those who have reviewed so far. Please review some more! I also hope to get Hidan back to his typical cursing self soon too, because to be honest, Hidan's more fun when he's calling someone a dick or cunt. (And You Know It!) ~HornyWolf