Second chapter… what to say, what to say… I kid you not, as I write this, I'm listening to Christian rock music. It just started playing on my Pandora tab, idk why.

The whole story should be up within a few days and the next 'Last' chapter will be up shortly. I'm using this to get the wheels in my head turning again. (I don't think I've ever typed so many curse words in such a short amount of time. And might I add that 'Fuck' is an incredibly versitile word.)

Chapter 2: Unearthed

"God damn it!" Mina huffed as she dug through the dirt. "Wish I knew some fucking earth jutsu. Make this a hell of a lot easier, that's for damn sure!"

It was the day after she had first discovered the 'graveyard', as she was now calling it, on her family lands. She returned to the spot bright and early with some tools and in proper working clothes. Of course her parents were a tad confused by her sudden urge to see the outside world. She lied and said she was going to be sightseeing around the village and that she would be gone all day. Before they could interrogate her further, she was gone.

Mina was, at what she estimated to be, the three-quarter point of the hole that she was reopening. Less than 6 inches into the dirt, Mina had found evidence of explosive tags and the cornerstones of a well dug pit. The moaning of whatever she was digging up was constant now.

"You better not be a fucking underground river, you son-of-a-bitch!" She shouted out of breath as she took a swig of water from a canteen. The cool refreshment was a short-lived reprieve. In the same moment she tried to swallow the liquid, she felt the distinct sensation of a hand grab her ankle. "Whaaa!" She coughed and jumped forward, kicking her leg furiously in order to make whatever it was, let go. The blonde scrambled for her flashlight and shone it in the spot her ankle previously inhabited.

Sticking up out of the rubble was three-quarters of an arm, the hand grasping around, looking for something to grab hold of.

Mina ran into a bit of difficulty trying to get her bottom jaw to close. "Holy shit…" She managed to breathlessly utter. "Oh boy." The blood was rushing back to her head as she calmed down. She curled around her knees and continued to stare at the disembodied arm. It looked like a messy tear through the center of the bicep did the job, but oddly enough, there was no sign of decomposition. The skin was pale, but muscle that was exposed was just as red as a freshly cut deer.

The limb began scratching at the ground beneath it, trying, in a rather pathetic fashion, to dig deeper into the earth. With no body for leverage, the process was less than productive. Mina sat still and watched it for awhile, not quite sure what to make of it just yet. Then the animate hand managed to push a dirt clod out of the way, revealing a wiggling toe. "Ah! Of course…" Mina spoke sarcastically, purely for her own benefit. "Where there are arms, there must be legs."

With a shallow, disbelieving sigh, the young woman crawled forward and began to assist the arm in the task of freeing the leg. Once the ankle was clearly exposed, she stood back up, staring down at the sight. "Come on Mina…" She coached herself. "Just grab the leg and pull. Who knows," she laughed. "you might get a prize."

She gingerly reached down and brushed the side of the leg with her hand. It reacted violently, causing Mina to jump back startled. "God damn it!" She cursed at her own fear. "I am not the kind of person to look a gift horse in the mouth. This is fate… my fate. And I am not going to be scared of my own fucking fate!" In one quick motion, she reached down, grabbed the ankle and pulled upward. The shin to just past the knee came with it. But the really fascinating part was what its displacement did to the surrounding earth. She dropped the leg and it, along with the already exposed arm, continued to move about in nonsensical patterns. Her focus was drawn away from them by a twitching shoulder. All conscious thought was drained away from her as she knelt down and began to brush away the remaining layers of dirt that covered the head.

'COUGH'COUGH' The head wheezed as it tried to clear its throat of dirt and rubble. "It's about fucking time…" He struggled to see, his eyes clouded with debris. It was a 'he'. Mina sort of already knew it would be because of the masculine arm and leg she had already unearthed, but it still gave her a decent shock. "Well, help me for fucks sake!" The man, or rather the part of a man, squirmed.

"Right…" Mina reached for her canteen and poured some of the water over his eyes. "There…" She stared at him in complete and utter awe. His eyes were pale lavender. They reminded her of pearls. His hair, though matted with dirt, was a soft, slick white. She let her eyes drift down the features of his face, coming to rest at the base of his neck where his peculiar necklace caught her attention. "I know that." Mina reached forward to grab the jewelry only to have the man attempt to bite her. She withdrew her hand.

"That's right! Back off bitch!" He snarled.

The woman only continued to stare at the odd emblem of his necklace. "That's uh… Jashinism right?"

There was a brief moment of silence shared between them. Mina trapped in a state of awe; the man curiously looking her over. "Who the fuck -are- you?" He spat with a certain distaste at being so polite.

The young blonde looked him in the eyes and sneered back. "My name is Mina. Who and what the fuck are you?"

"Oi! What makes you think you can talk to me like that!?"

"I'm the bitch that dug you up. But if you'd like, I can just rebury you and be on my merry fucking way." She smiled with a cruel glint in her eye. This was unreal. She was certain of it now. That symbol around his neck was the sign of a Jashinist. It had to be her favorite archaic religion. They did nothing but sadistically and relentlessly kill in worship of their god and in return, according to the myths, they were granted immortality. Heh, myths my ass. This is for real. This is an immortal. What are the odds?

"Now, now. There's no need to be so hasty." The man gave her a sincere smile. "My name is Hidan." Mina pointed at the necklace. "That is a symbol of my UNDYING loyalty to the great Lord Jashin! I had faith that he would free me one day from this shithole and now I am!" His zealous moment over, he cleared his head and remembered his vow. "And now… I'm gonna get my revenge on that son-of-a-bitch heathen scum!"

"Who?" Mina hung off of his every word, wanting to learn more from the foul-mouthed immortal.

"Who the fuck do you think? The bastard Leaf ninja that put me down here! I'll have him sacrificed in such a way that his children and his children's children and all of his descendants for all of eternity will feel the glory of Jashin!" He began to laugh maniacally which earned an intrigued stare from Mina. She cleared her throat and got his attention. "Huh? What is it?" He came down from his high, glaring at her.

Mina brushed some of her bangs behind her ear. "Just an observation here… but you're not quite put together. How do you expect to kill that son-of-a-bitch?"

Hidan looked at her like she was stupid, which she didn't appreciate. "You're going to put me back together. Speaking of which… chop'chop! Get a move on! I'm not paying you to sit there looking like a dirty mongrel woman!"

Mina fell back in laughter, holding her sides. "You're not paying me at all, you dumb bastard!" He watched her roll about, settling close enough to his unattached leg for him to kick her. "Ack!" She pushed the twitching appendage away and looked back at the devout man. "What's in it for me?" Silently, he stared at her, not quite sure how to read the movements of this curious young woman. "Hello?" Mina crawled back over to where he was and locked eyes with him. "What do I get in return for helping you?"

"What do you want?" The Jashinist muttered out of the corner of his mouth. He hated doing business. That was what Kakuzu was for. Speaking of whom, Hidan began to wonder where he was. If the stringy bastard was still around, he could kill this bitch and the two of them could be on their way.

The blonde pulled on her braid as she thought about what she could ask for. It didn't take long for her to consider her premier choice. "I want what you have." She stated plainly.

"What? My fucking necklace? Christ, women are so retarded!" He rolled his eyes in disgust. "Fine. You can have my necklace. Now get me the fuck out of the ground!"

It was now Mina's turn to stare at him as if he were the stupid one, which he didn't appreciate. "I want immortality."

"H-how in the hell do you expect me to give you that?" Hidan looked at her with astounded eyes. "Only Lord Jashin can grant immortality and you have to devote yourself to him in order to attain it. He doesn't just hand it out to just anyone!"

"Then teach me, Hidan-sensei, how to properly worship Lord Jashin so that I might attain such a glorious gift."

He stared at her with a slack jaw, studying her with a careful scrutiny. Could this child be serious? In all his years on the earth, he had never met anyone who honestly wished to convert to Jashinism. "You're a fucking liar! You heathen bitch!" He shouted at her.

His insult was instantly met with a solid slap across the face, silencing his zealous ranting. "Fuck you. I'm serious. I want to be immortal and I'll give everything in my possession to get it."

This is fucking bullshit. I just know it. There's no way in hell this whore is seriously telling me she wants to serve Lord Jashin. Pretty girls don't pull shit like this. It's just ridiculous, Hidan thought to himself. "You can't just say it. You have to prove it. What about your family, huh?"

"Fuck 'em."

Hidan blinked at her quick response. "You have to have faith in him."

"It's his to do with as he wishes."

An evil smile appeared on the immortal's face. "You have to give him your life." No way she'll be so quick to answer this one. The young woman thought for a moment. Ha! I knew I fucking had her! The bitch is bluffing.

"You mean like suicide, right?" He was caught speechless. Mina only smirked at his shock. "Yea, that won't be a problem."

"It's suicide. You have to kill yourself to become immortal. All you have is your faith that Jashin will bring you back. How can you be so relaxed about it?!" Hidan snapped at her in an almost fatherly tone.

Mina's smirk remained. "You're living proof that Jashin exists. How can I deny the power of a God when it's staring me in the face?" She snorted a short laugh. "If he gave you immortality, then there's no way in hell he would refuse me."

"You don't even understand the concept of such a sacrifice, you fucking whore." He spat at her.

The blonde's eyes became shaded and her smirk became a scowl as she slid up her sleeves, exposing her forearms to the dim light. "I understand. And believe me when I tell you," she leaned in close to his ear. "Pain is not a concern of mine." She needn't say anything more. Her scars spoke for her.

Mina sat back and let her sleeves fall back down over her arms. When she finally looked back at the mangled head, she found something unexpected. With a wide grin, Hidan shouted. "Alright then! Dig me up and we'll get this show on the road."

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