Chapter 3
A/N: This is meant solely for humor purposes, no disrespect for his religion intended
The moment the silver-haired man wearing the notorious black robe decorated with red clouds manifested in the horizon of his eyesight, Asuma fled.
Asuma ran up mountains, dashed down hills, walked up walls, jumped down cliffs, swam through lakes, and stopped. It finally occurred to him that he couldn't dodge the persistent psycho forever.
"Hey." The silver haired murderer spat out after confirming that Asuma quit the chase. "I'm sorry." Hidan mustered after catching his breath.
"Sorry for what? Ending my life? Robbing me of the time with my child? Making me die in front of my own students?"
"I'm sorry for being a sadist." *gets teary* "I'm sorry," Hidan muffled his tiny sobs. "I'm just born this way."
Asuma sympathetically walked over to the devastated man who looked up with teary eyes. The bigger man held out a cigarette in which the latter took gratefully.
"How'd you end up in heaven again?" Asuma asked in extreme wonder.
"I really wonder too," Hidan answered with confusion and disappointment. "I wonder too..."
Asuma held out a lighter and another cigarette for himself.
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