"Cut my life into pieces

I've reached my last resort

Suffocation

No breathing

Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding"

I slammed out the familiar riff on my guitar, screaming the lyrics to my favorite Papa Roach song. I could hear Hidan's voice bellowing obscenities at me from down the hall, but I couldn't discern what he was saying. Not like it mattered anyway; I was having too much fun to even care. I kept playing.

"Do you even care if I die bleeding

Would it be wrong

Would it be right

If I took my life tonight

Chances are that I might

Mutilation outta sight

And I'm contemplating suicide"

THUD THUD THUD.

Hidan slammed his fist against my door several times.

"Turn that heathen shit down, you stupid bitch! It's fucking interrupting my ritual!" he shouted through the heavy oak planks.

I paused my singing long enough to scream back. "Make me, you degenerate dipshit!"

"'Cause I'm losing my sight

Losing my mind

Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine"

"I'm gonna fucking kill you, you blasphemous whore!" he yelled, still pounding on my door. I rolled my eyes in response to his threat.

"Take your head out of your ass, retard!" I called back. "You of all people know you can't kill a Jashinist!"

"Losing my sight

Losing my mind

Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine"

BANG!

The door suddenly slammed open so hard that the wood splintered and nearly broke off its hinges. A blood-soaked, very pissed off looking Hidan loomed in the doorway with a pike through his bare muscular chest and a familiar psychotic gleam in his violet eyes. I immediately discarded my guitar and reached for my obsidian sword, but before I could even touch the hilt Hidan's fist collided with my jaw and sent me flying into the opposite wall. I tasted blood from where one of my fangs had pierced my tongue. I scrambled to my feet, only to have him grab and lift me by the front of my cloak and slam me so hard into the wall that I'm pretty sure I heard the stone crack. Or it was possible that it was just the sound of my shoulder being dislocated and possibly a few ribs breaking. Judging by the pain, I decided it was the latter.

Hidan put his face close to mine, his handsome, chiseled features twisted into a feral snarl.

"Just 'cuz I can't fucking kill you doesn't mean I won't torture the living hell out of you instead," he growled menacingly.

I hissed like a snake and spat a glob of bloody saliva in his face.

"Do your worst, asswipe." I sneered. "You know I'll just enjoy it."

He snarled, and his knee slammed into my gut, completely winding me. I coughed wetly and blood slid down my chin. With one hand he pulled the pike out of his perfectly sculpted chest with a nasty squelch and the other brutally threw me on the ground in a heap. My head struck the floor with a horrible cracking sound and bright lights exploded in my skull, temporarily stunning me. Before I could recover, a searing pain erupted in my back and stomach. I screamed in agony as I looked down at the tip of Hidan's pike that now emerged from my abdomen. My scream was cut off by a surge of blood from my ruptured organs spewing up my throat and spattering all over the floor in a sticky crimson wave.

"You like it, bitch?" he hissed maliciously, standing over me. He twisted the pike within me and a tortured wail of pain tumbled from my lips before I could stop it, accompanied by more blood. I struggled to take a breath, but wound up inhaling a lungful of my own blood instead. I was literally drowning in it. It was running into my eyes from my head wound, leaving a red haze over my vision. All I could see, smell, taste, and feel was the hot, coppery, stickiness of blood, and in spite of myself I began to feel panicked.

I tried to drag my mutilated corpse away from my vicious lover and his foot connected hard with my side as punishment. I cried out in pain as I felt more of my ribs shatter, puncturing my already blood filled lungs, and he let out an insane laugh. Leaning down, he tangled one hand roughly in my long brown hair and hauled me up to where my feet barely touched the ground, yanking my face close to his again. I clawed at his arm in an effort to make him release me and I felt his hot sticky blood welling up from the deep furrows I inflicted upon his pale flesh, staining my long black-painted claws with crimson. He simply laughed at my feeble efforts to free myself, relishing the pain like the masochist he was, and his eyes sparkled with a mad light as he grinned into my bloody face. "Not so fucking tough now, are ya?"

Mustering enough strength, I drew back my leg and kneed him in the groin as hard as I could. His eyes widened in astonishment before he let out a howl of agony and released my hair, stumbling back and hunching over with his hands clasped over his throbbing man parts. I seized my chance and, forcing chakra though my limbs in order to move fast enough, I leapt for my sword. Whipping back towards Hidan as soon as it was in my grasp I slashed the wickedly sharp obsidian blade across his stomach, spilling his steaming entrails across my floor. Before he could even scream, my sword flicked upwards and I had the satisfaction of feeling my blade slice through flesh and muscle and finally bone as I shattered the vertebra protecting his spinal cord before that too was severed, and suddenly his head was rolling unevenly across my floor. He was already ranting and firing off swear words at a rapid pace as it rolled to a stop.

"Fuck you, you motherfucking slut! I'm gonna fucking kill- "

"You're not really in any position to be threatening me, Hidan, seeing as I kinda just decapitated you." I calmly pointed out. Moving as if I hadn't just had the beating of a lifetime since my rapid healing powers had started to kick in, I went over and picked up his head, which continued to rant at me.

"This isn't over, Kat!" He seethed. "Not by a fucking mile! I'm going to teach you what true pain is to me! Jashin-sama will punish you whore! You will be my next sacrifice to Him!"

"There you go with that again," I sighed, shaking my head as I grabbed his body and exited the room. Now that he was no longer beating the shit out of me, he was easy to ignore. I passed Deidara in the hall carrying a huge load of what looked like new exploding clay. He did a double take and nearly dropped his clay when he saw me, battered and bloody with a pike through my stomach while carrying Hidan's fervently cussing head under my arm and dragging his disemboweled body behind me with his viscera trailing after us leaving a bloody smear all down the hallway. He looked like he wanted to say something, but thought better of it and just headed to his room quickly. What a smart boy.

I reached the front door of the base and kicked it open, since my hands were full, and a blast of frigid half-frozen rain struck me. Winter in Amegakure wasn't really snowy as much as it was sleety, and the frozen rain was coming down torrentially in thick stinging sheets. I made my way bit by bit toward the middle of the yard and chose a spot by the gate as the setting for my next action.

"I already told you, dumbass," I explained patiently, dropping his head and body unmercifully into an icy puddle. "I worship Jashin-sama too. I'm immortal and there's no fucking way a bit of a beating and a pointy object thrust through my innards is going to get rid of me. And your interpretation of true pain… I think I have an idea of what it might be." I paused speaking for a moment to grasp the weapon still in my belly and rip it out, causing a brief surge of pain and a fresh upwelling of blood. Stabbing the butt of the weapon into the ground, I picked up Hidan's wet shivering head and held it over the sharp end of the pike. He realized what I was about to do and tried to protest.

"Aw shit, don't-"

Giving him a sweet smile, I slammed the severed stump of his neck down on it, impaling him there. He shrieked and started cussing again, but I silenced him by leaning down to his level and pressing my lips against his as hard and passionately as I could. I felt him react instantly; trying to lean forward or tilt his head or just do something to deepen the kiss. I laughed inwardly at his efforts and allowed him to slip in his tongue, but still held my position of dominance over him; I knew how much he hated letting me be in control, but that it also turned him on at the same time.

I dragged my sharp canines over his lower lip roughly, relishing the metallic taste of his hot coppery blood as it trickled into my mouth. I trailed my tongue over his swollen bloody lip once more before thrusting it into his mouth. He moaned loudly and I smirked into the kiss, twining my fingers in his slicked-back silver hair and pulling hard enough to cause him pain as revenge for how he had been yanking on my hair earlier.

I pulled away after a few moments but kept my forehead pressed against his and looked deep into his beautiful violet eyes, which had become hazy with lust. I giggled and whispered sweetly to him.

"True pain for you is not getting any sex for a month, Hidan."

His eyes widened in horror and he opened his mouth to protest, but the senbon needle I suddenly jammed through his tongue ended that possibility and all he could do was furiously glare daggers at my back as I headed back inside the warm dry base, calling over my shoulder as I did so.

"Don't worry; Kuzu-san should be back by tomorrow night to bring you back inside and stitch you back together. Though I'm not sure he'll feel up to it when he sees what you did to my door; that's going to cost money to replace. Oh well, sucks to be you. Later gator!"