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Hidan:
Take his Jashin rosary
The Jashinist yawned, reaching a hand back run a hand through his unruly silver locks and the other running down to stroke himself. Opening fuschia orbs, he stood from his bed and stretched his arms over his head, grunting in contentment when his shoulders popped. Looking back at his bed, Hidan saw that his woman wasn't there. Not surprising; that pink-haired bitch was always up extra early doing whatever the hell it was she did. He preferred if she was still in his arms when he woke up, but no, Sakura always had something to do.
Hidan closed his eyes to pray to Jashin, fingers reaching up to grasp his rosary. His eyes shot open in confusion when all he felt was the smooth skin of his neck. "What the fuck?"
He stumbled to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, near panic rising when he saw that his necklace was gone. Hidan rushed back to his bed, slinging the comforters, sheets, and pillows off it; his necklace was nowhere to be found.
A painful burning sensation began to work its way from his fingers and inching up his arms. It was clear that Lord Jashin was not pleased that he had misplaced his rosary.
Hidan...you have been careless.
The immortal male fell face first onto the bed, writhing in pain he wasn't accustomed to. When he performed his rituals, yes, they were excruciating, but it was tinged with the most erotic, sexual, and pleasurable feeling. This pain lacked that; if Lord Jashin took the time out to speak with him, Hidan knew he was in trouble.
"Yeah I know that!" he exclaimed, nearly curling into a ball. "Just give me a little time to find it and I'll give you twice as many sacrifices to make up for it!"
For a second, Hidan guessed that Lord Jashin wasn't buying it, but after a few moments, the searing pain subsided.
"Thank you Lord Jashin," he said, getting to his feet and swiftly put on his Akatsuki robe; he didn't bother putting any clothes underneath it because he needed to find his necklace now.
Hidan destroyed his room looking for his rosary to no avail. Where the hell was it? Exiting it, the Jashinist raked a hand through his still disheveled hair, trying to back track on all that he did the day before.
Yesterday, he and his partner Kakuzu had returned from an assignment. The first thing Hidan did was search for his woman and he found her patching up the little fuck Deidara who had gotten a deep gash on his arm while fighting Kisame. After three weeks of not getting any, Hidan was more than sexually frustrated and dragged Sakura back to their room. He fucked the shit out of her and then they fell asleep. That had been late that night when he returned and Hidan knew he had on his rosary when he was having sex; the damn thing kept slapping against his chest from how hard he was moving into his woman.
That meant that it disappeared between the time he fell asleep and when he woke up. Hidan's eyes widened; he knew exactly what happened: that fucking foliage bastard used his slip-through-the-floor trick to come in a steal his necklace. He never liked him anyway, complaining that leaving a body to rot was a waste. Hidan might have been close to a carnivore, but he wasn't going to chow down on a human corpse.
"That prick," Hidan seethed, storming down the hallway in order to find that duo personality having bastard. "I'll kill him."
Raging outside, Hidan made a beeline for Zetsu's garden that was hidden deep in the forest behind the hideout. That was where the plant ninja always was unless requested by Pain otherwise. Too bad that the irate man didn't bring his scythe with him; slicing through Zetsu's precious plants and herbs would be the best feeling ever.
"Zetsu!" he yelled, forcing his way through bushes, ignoring the stinging sensation of the branches cutting at his ankles. "Where the fuck are you?!"
He came up to the large glass facility and swung the door open, nearly cracking it with how much force he used.
"I have warned you before. Anyone who comes in here will be eaten."
Hidan whirled around to see the much taller male behind him, his anger spiking at the sight of the one who stole his necklace. "You! Where the hell is my rosary! I know you took it!"
Hidan poked Zetsu forcefully in the chest to emphasize his point, wincing when his finger felt like it was going to break.
Zetsu frowned down at him. "You think I've taken what? What could I possibly gain from taking a simple necklace?"
"I don't fucking know!" Hidan shouted. "Just give it back!"
"You are quite sad. I do not have your belonging now get out before I do decide to eat you."
Zetsu grasped his cloak and tossed Hidan out of the greenhouse. The immortal felt the breath go out of his body when his back slammed against a tree. After struggling to catch his breath, Hidan let out a strand of curses and got to his feet, dusting himself off.
When he looked up, Zetsu was moving toward him with lightning speed. The plant shinobi grasped Hidan's shoulders and bit down on the hollow of Hidan's throat.
"Holy shit!" Hidan yelled when he felt the searing pain of Zetsu's razor sharp teeth tearing away his skin.
The two colored male chewed contently on the chunk of flesh he had ripped from Hidan's body, blood drizzling down the corner of his mouth. "Warm flesh tastes much more delicious. That was payment for entering my domain."
Zetsu slipped through the ground while Hidan continued to shout obscenities, blood pouring from his wound. Too bad Hidan only felt pleasure with the pain that came with sacrificing.
When the wound finally knitted itself, Hidan gazed back at the greenhouse he had been chucked out of. It looked like Zetsu didn't have his rosary, but if that was the case, who did?
Hidan...
A sharp pain laced through his chest, causing the Akatsuki member to fall to one knee. "Lord Jashin, that hurts damn it!"
Find it or I will destroy you...
That was clear enough; Hidan had no doubt in his mind that Lord Jashin would be able to do away with him. After all, it was Jashin who gave him immortality.
"Fuck," Hidan hissed as the pain began to subside. "Where the hell is it? Lord
Jashin, you can see everything. Why not just tell me where it is?"
When he got no response, it was clear that he was on his own for this. The twisted, religious man walked back towards the Akatsuki hideout, completely set on turning the entire place upside down.
After searching the base for hours, Hidan still wasn't able to find the rosary. Sakura would be home in a moment; she had been sent earlier that day to retrieve more medical equipment for the Akatsuki's use. The trip to the facility that the Akatsuki bought their items from was six hours away on foot so his woman had been gone all day.
Hidan headed towards the entrance when he heard the door slide up. The eighteen year old pink-haired kunoichi walked inside, Akatsuki robe hanging loosely on her small frame. When her beryl orbs locked on her lover, they lit up and she moved to his side.
"Hey I-"
"Have you seen my necklace?" Hidan interrupted. "I can't fucking find it."
Sakura's eyebrows knitted in confusion for a moment before a look of realization crossed her features. She reached into her cloak and pulled something out that was attached to her neck. His rosary.
Sakura removed the necklace and handed it to her lover. "I thought it was pretty and I wanted something of yours to take with me on the trip. I didn't think you'd mind."
Hidan looked at her completely dumbfounded. "You thought that my rosary, the most important thing to me other than my scythe and Lord Jashin's approval, wasn't important?"
The woman lowered her head. "I'm sorry I just..."
Her words were interrupted when Hidan heard in his mind "punish her". It was Lord Jashin, but when he suddenly became aroused, his body feeling like it was on fire and his manhood responding to the spike in sexual desire, it was clear just what kind of "punishment" was supposed to be administered. Hidan had a feeling that this was just something Lord Jashin did for entertainment...pervert.
I love Hidan lol. The next one cares quite a bit about her appearance. That should be an easy one lol.
