AN: My brain really turned off at some point. This scene did NOT want to get written. I suppose my brain was trying to tell me that it just couldn't comply. I think I listened in a way?

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

I was pretty sure the following conversation was pretty enlightening. I mean, seeing how I wasn't killed, and they agreed to behave, it must have been.

Too bad I couldn't quite focus enough to remember what was actually said.

I tried to remain somewhat calm in the presence of the Akatsuki, I really did, but my mind kind of really rather blanked out after I saw Hidan 'face to face'.

'Why?', one might ask.

Some might credit it to me being a fangirl, which I am most certainly not. Especially not Hidan's! The guy scared the ever-living crap out of me, even back when he was a fictional character, let alone the idea of me meeting him in real life...

And I guess the last part does kind of figure... But...

Well, how to say it, this is hard...

Putting it to words might be easily manageable, but I still have trouble wrapping my head around it.

No pun intended! Really!

But either way, I probably need to explain.

Whatever force it was that brought the Akatsuki here, it had a sick sense of humour. Those who were death at the point of the timeline in which they were brought here, where brought back in full health, those who were alive, well, weren't.

That is to say, they were brought back in the state they were in, at that point...

Which brings us back to Hidan, the-guy-who-couldn't-just-bloody-die even when his head lost his body.

I mean, on one hand I was grateful, really, because he couldn't scare the 'living' out of me anymore. On the other hand, it was really rather freaky. It was horribly fascinating in a twisted kind of way, but for the most part my brain just shut down.

I gave the group a pleading look. "Can I poke it?", slipped out of my mouth before my recovering mind could filter my thoughts. Once I actually realized what I said though, I clasped my hands in front of my mouth.

Oh, if only the ground would swallow me...

I moved the position of my hands slightly, and buried my face in them.

'Just kill me', I thought, but after my last slip, I was shocked into awareness enough to NOT say that out loud in current company, afraid someone might take me up on the offer.

"I didn't just say that, did I?", I asked weakly, not really expecting a reply.

The stares were enough of an answer anyway.

Fuck. My. Life.