A/N: Guess what? I've decided to continue this fic! For more information, re-read the start of the first chapter. That will be changed as well

Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, Akatsuki would rule the world and Sakura and Sasuke would be dead...That's why I don't own Naruto.

This 'Fic is centred on Hidan's final moments

Yeah, so please enjoy...

There was no way they could defeat him. Absolutely no way. He was the immortal Jashinist, after all. He and Kakuzu were virtually invincible. Almost. But now, standing here, unable to move, bound and defeated by a mere boy, he was forced to rethink. They had defeated him. How? He was immortal. All these years, nobody had fought him and lived. Except for occasional spars within the Akatsuki. But then he was forced to go easy. Forced not to kill.

His cold, defiant eyes stared at the kid. A mere boy, defeating him? He had always considered himself strong. Was the boy stronger? No. Impossible. It had been luck, he decided. Pure old luck had led him to his demise. Konoha brats were so dumb. Even at this moment, standing here now, he knew they would never defeat him. So what if he couldn't move for a few minutes? The boy would get tired. The boy would give in. And he would have won.

But luck was not so kind. Exploding tags blanketed him. What? Impossible. Was the boy trying to blast him into thousands of tiny pieces? Even Kakuzu wouldn't be able to sow him back together. No. No. He wasn't going to do that. He wasn't going to do the impossible. The boy wasn't going to beat him. He was immortal, invincible. He would never fall. Never ever.

The ground underneath him broke apart.

"What the hell? When did you set this up?"

"Just a little something I set up beforehand.

Why? How? Was he going to die here and now?

He made himself laugh. What was he thinking? Being defeated by such trash? That was impossible for him. His mouth opened. Curses flew out. He refused to admit it, still denied the fact that he could be destroyed. And by him of all people. By a boy. By Shikamaru.

But one part of him knew. One true part that never lied, never tricked, knew. He was not going to die. But he was going to fall. And he was not going to rise again. He had never thought this would happen. It was like a never-ending nightmare. But this wasn't a dream.

This was reality.

He was being defeated before his eyes, by a Konoha Shinobi. What was the world coming to? How could he, S class criminal in the Bingo Book, Missing Nin and Member of Akatsuki be defeated so easily by Nara Shikamaru? It was just plain impossible.

His finger moved.

It was slight, but he was going to break out. He kept telling himself that. Only a few more minutes and he would be free. Then he would butcher the Konoha brat. He could separate every single body part and sacrifice it to Jashin. And then, everyone would know that he wasn't one to mess with.

"I'll never die...even if you destroy my body, and I'm left with nothing but my head...I'll escape somehow and when I do, I'll find and bite your fcking throat out."

Shikamaru took no notice. The answer was careless.

The cigarette dropped.

The world around him lit ablaze, shattering his body, confusing his mind. For a moment, everything was everywhere. Indistinct shapes whirled around before flying out of his edge of vision. He had a thought that he was falling. He tried to move a finger.

Nothing.

He tried moving a leg. A toe, even.

Nothing.

His eyes strained down as far as it could. There was nothing but darkness, a deep pit. No body to hold him up. It had been blasted away, just as he had predicted. Maybe he wasn't so bad as a strategist.

A muffled thud.

He had landed. In the pit. Alone. Alone as in without a body. What was there to do? Head's don't do anything except sit there.

"Haha haha hahahahahaha...unreal! You actually got me!"

Anger coursed through his veins, but he could do nothing. Nothing but stare and throw curses. And curse he did.

"Jashin-sama will punish you for this. You'll suffer as he brings his vengeance down upon you."

"Your bullshit doesn't scare me. See, you and I have very different beliefs. I believe in the 'Will of Fire'."

Will of Fire.

Will of Fire.

Will of Fire.

"And your Jashin-sama is nothing and you're pathetic. The only one bringing down vengeance...is me."

A kunai flew through the air, hitting an explosive tag. The earth above began to fall. Was that all it took to bring him down? He didn't believe it.

"Don't you ever forget!" he took his last chance to curse and scream. "Jashinism will spread, and the Lord will smite you! Got it? Ahahahahahaha...And I'll carry out his judgement! I don't need my body to kill you! I'll bite you to death mother fcker!"

Thud

Darkness.

It enclosed him, welcomed him, embraced him. Yet he pushed it away. He wanted to live, to kill, to feel the pain and hear the screaming of the enemy. He didn't want to be stuck in some damp, dark pit with only his head.

"I believe in the Will of Fire."

That was what Shikamaru had said. But he was nothing. He was trash. He wasn't even worth thinking about. A smirk on his face, Hidan pushed the boy who had so cleverly defeated him from his mind.

Screw his will of fire. I believe in Jashin-sama

Comming up Next time is Kakuzu's final moments!

A/N: So...how is it? I don't think it was as good as Sasori's because there was so much talking, but whatever.

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