Iya! Here's the next chapter of Finding Tobi now with added hidan :) thank you to fabulosfan for my first review. I started off writing, thinking I wouldn't really care if I got any reviews or not, but it made me feel all giddy when I actually got one, so ta!

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Hidan was having the time of his life. He'd assumed he was dead, and was being rewarded by Jashin, as since arriving he'd had a nonstop barrage of monsters to kill. It was heavenly. He wiped the foul green blood from his face and swung a sword at the monster he was currently fighting. Yes, this was the best one, every time he beheaded it, three more heads grew back. The thrill of the fight just kept getting better.

"Fuck yeah!" he whooped with delight. So, he didn't have his scythe, and he was in some weird dress with armour and a cape, but he was still immortal. And best of all, none of his shitty team mates from the Akatsuki were around.

When he'd finally buried the monster under a ton of rubble Hidan allowed himself a break. He wandered off to a large house he apparently owned and made his way around the gardens. He came to a spot by a pond. Around the pond were several marble sculptures, and a small bench made from sandstone. Hidan sat down and watched the fountain for a while.

The immortal began to grow irritated however. He swore he could hear talking from beside him, but whenever he turned to look around it stopped. He eyed the closest statue, well, statues suspiciously. It was a series of females, the one in the centre was tallest, with large hair curling around her head. Those either side of her were dressed similarly, but they levelled out to the shortest. Hidan turned away again, he could have sworn the short fat statue winked at him. He scowled.

There it was again! He knew he could hear women talking.

"Would you fucking stop it?" Hidan yelled, spinning to face them. The five statues looked blankly at him. Hidan scratched his head, this was driving him crazy. Then suddenly, just as he began to accept he might be crazy, the one with mad hair began to laugh. The other statues seemed to come to life at this, the fat one laughing too, while the one with a ponytail looked exasperated by them both. The tallest one grinned and the one with long hair looked at him thoughtfully.

"Seriously, it's fucking annoying," Hidan told them, somewhat relieved he wasn't hearing things.

"Mm hmm, this one sure aint the regular Hercules girls," the tall one, who appeared to be their leader spoke.

"Hercules?" asked Hidan, "you mean that pansy from the myths that used to beat up shit?"

"That's our boy!" replied the short one again. Hidan looked at the women, and the stared right back at him.

"So who are you bitches?" the white haired man asked. They all struck a pose, and the leader spoke again.

"We are the muses, goddesses of the arts," she told him melodiously. Hidan laughed rudely.

"There's only one fucking god, and that's Jashin," he stated, wagging his finger at them. They raised their eyebrows in unison, and struck another pose.

"You're in our world now honey," the short one told him.

"Which means if we say we are gods, you ought to listen," the crazy haired one finished. Hidan folded his arms. He supposed they could be right. He definitely wasn't in the Akatsuki base now.

Unlike the inhabitants of where the other Akatsuki had ended up, the muses seemed to realise that something was amiss. Whoever this white haired man was, he was not their Hercules. He did however seem to have a massive amount of strength, and a godlike healing ability.

"So," the lead muse addressed him, "what is your name? And are you some sort of god?"

"I'm Hidan," the immortal replied, "I'm immortal, not a fucking god."

"Boy, you sure got a mouth on you," mocked the shortest muse. Hidan glared at her.

"So you're goddesses of the fucking arts? You bitches got the wrong Akatsuki, I'm sure Deidara would be fascinated by you,"

"Deidara huh?" spoke the ponytailed muse. "Is he blonde by any chance?"

Hidan looked surprised and nodded.

"He may have just landed in the ocean," the leader informed him.

"What the fuck!" Hidan yelled, running away from them. The muses watched as their curious companion leapt over the stone railings and down the cliff edge. The nodded at each other, struck one last pose and turned to stone.

Hidan sprinted along the beach, sure enough Deidara was there, along with Sasori. He stood in awe of them when he reached the pair, staring at their bizarre clothes. A smirk crept onto his pale features, which soon turned into a full on laugh.

"Ha-ha! I always knew you were a fucking girl Blondie!" Hidan guffawed. Deidara crossed his arms and pouted. Hidan merely pointed and laughed at Sasori. The puppet master was in lime green tights. It was fucking priceless, and the little hat too!

"Fuck off, yeah? It's not like you look any better in those sandal and that weird leather miniskirt, un" Deidara countered. Sasori sighed, of all the other akatsuki they could have run into. He'd have preferred meeting Tobi to finding Hidan. Actually, no, Hidan was marginally better than Tobi.

"Is Kakuzu here?" the redhead asked when the other two had finally ceased to insult each other. Deidara was fiercely rolling clay in his hands, while Hidan swung his sword around. They both stopped and looked at him. #

"Kakuzu? I haven't seen that old bastard since the explosion, and I'm damn happy about it," Hidan stated lowering his blade.

"Well, I'm not," Sasori spoke coldly, "we're trying to find everyone one and work out what is going on. We think it's something to do with whatever Tobi threw at the leader." He told the Jashinist.

A thought struck Hidan, if they were really gods, the muses might know something.

"You two should follow me," he told them, "I met these crazy ass women, they might know something," he ran off up the Cliffside again. Sasori sighed again running a hand through his red hair.

"Shall we follow him Danna?" Deidara asked looking toward his partner. He was fidgeting with the edge of his blue dress. Sasori nodded and took off into the air. Being able to fly had its advantages. Deidara ran off up the cliff after Hidan. There was no sense wasting clay to fly for him.


Deidara and Sasori had their hands on their hips impatiently, Hidan was a little weird sometimes but they didn't think him this crazy. He was currently punching at a statue of five women, cursing as he did so.

"Seriously, they fucking spoke to me before!" he tried to convince them between punches.

"Sure they did Hidan," Deidara rolled his eyes, "sure, they did, un."