Jashin's Child
Chapter 5: Tunnels
Warnings for this chapter: long dark tunnels… (not the ones you're thinking about you perverts XD), OOC-ness and swearing
Dedication: This chapter is for HeartsNaruto,who is the fastest reviewer I've ever seen in my entire life, jisko2ijsko,who reviewed indirectly, Itachis-Only and New account sign up taken name, who didn't hit me with baby bunnies… and promised not to hit me with baby Jesus (who would watch us masturbate then O.o).
A/N: Hello everyone! I hope you had a very merry Christmas and wonderful New Year's Eve 'cause I sure as hell did :) I would explain my long absence and apologize, if I hadn't told you already that I'm really stressed and have a lot of school stuff to do :P And I have to finally finish writing my thiefshipping fic…
Disclaimer: Gehört mir nicht… *schüttelt Kopf* Gehört mir wirklich nicht. (Doesn't belong to me… *shakes head* Really doesn't belong to me.)
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Hidan's POV:
Kakuzu had been sitting in that lonely corner for some time now, head in hands and an aura of thoughtfulness surrounding him. He'd told me to stay out of his way and leave him to ponder possible options of escape, and not wanting to be stuck in this cave without having even the option of leaving, I did as I was told. Not that I was happy about it. I hated being ordered around. I was a god's son after all. The only one I had to listen to was my father.
Straightening my shoulders and pursing my lips I walked over to where the silent male sat, letting myself fall to the ground next to him. For a while we stayed like that, each of us in our own thoughts. I wondered what was going on in that mind of his. Was he planning on disposing of me? Contemplating the chances of survival when we stayed together? Was I even in his thoughts?
Now that brought me to question myself. Did I want him to think about me? And if so, why? Not wanting to know the answer to that I decided to speak up and break the silence that lay heavily upon us. Or more likely just me, seeing as he was a pretty quiet person and, other than me, didn't seem to mind the lack of sounds.
"What is the world outside like?" I asked, really wanting to know the answer to that.
I had only a few times glimpsed at what lay beyond the cave I lived in, but never had I set so much as a foot outside. I was a prisoner of this place. A prisoner of myself…
One of his eyebrows raised and he stared at me as if I was some kind of idiot. Didn't he understand my question or what? Was it so unusual that I hadn't seen anything of this world apart from this cave?
"Well… it's green… mostly… after all there's trees and such. And the sky is blue. Many humans run around. And monsters as well. And they kill each other. At least they do when they see each other. Living beings are all alike. They only care for themselves and if one is of use to them they are nice and act all friendly, but when their goal is reached they throw you away. Silence you forever. Believe me, if I wasn't one of them I'd stay here."
"What do you mean? People can't all be that bad. Jashin's followers are different. It's Jashin's will not to care for oneself, but for the salvation of others! And you are different as well."
I couldn't believe his words. They were too cruel! Most heathens were bad, alright I could accept that. But my father's followers? It was Jashin's will! Free the other's, safe them from damnation, by killing them. Take the burden of life upon yourself and become immortal so you can help more heathens than you could if you simply died and found happiness.
"You're too naïve boy…" was Kakuzu's reply, "You may be like that, but you're the son of a god. Untainted, if you want to put it that way. But the creatures out there, and I as well, aren't. The Jashinist's I met only followed your god for the power he grants them. They love the slaughter because they can see other people suffer and not because they want to save them."
His venomously green eyes bore into mine, captivating me once again. How could someone have such eyes? Endless green seas that sucked me in and left me wondering what was going on in his head. So deep and wise. So sad and pained. It was as if he didn't want to believe his own words, but knew them to be true nevertheless.
A sudden wave of sympathy washed over me and I raised my hand to touch his shoulder, comfort him in the only way I knew, but he swatted it away, turning his head to look at the ground beside him. At this action annoyance settled in my stomach. Why didn't he want my comfort? I was only trying to help! How dare he swat my hand away like that? Like I was some insignificant fly that merely annoyed. Scowling I jumped up and hissed.
"What the hell? Fucking asshole what is it with you? Is that any way to treat a half god? Because that's what I am! A god! I have powers you can only DREAM of!"
Red and green eyes narrowed dangerously and a deep growling emitted from Kakuzu's throat. Slowly he got up, standing at his full height, towering over me. Him looking down at me couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Those beautiful eyes of his burned, seemed to look into my very soul. Lean muscles flexed as he balled his fists, the angry aura emanating from him causing a fearful, and at the same time pleasurable, shiver to run down my spine. He was imposing. Tall and strong. And he did win against me in that fight we had earlier…
"Listen brat. You may be the son of some almighty god, but you have no idea about the world, so don't talk to me like I'm some incompetent kid. That role is yours!"
Kid? He dared call me a KID? I was 325 years old and by no means a kid! I had seen things he could only dream of! Creepy monsters that wanted to make this place theirs. Freaks that tried to kill me. Seas of blood and gore. I surely wasn't a kid anymore.
"FUCKING HEATHEN! IT'S NOT MY FAULT I WAS A PRISONER TO THIS CAVE! IT'S NOT MY FAULT I DON'T KNOW THE OUTSIDE WORLD! AND EVEN IF I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE OUTSIDE I KNOW THIS CAVE LIKE NOBODY ELSE!"
By the end of my screaming fit tears had gathered and as hard as I tried to hide them, Kakuzu still seemed to catch sight of the salty water in the corners of my eyes. A frown creased his visible features and he sighed.
"Why?"
This was the only word that left his mouth, leaving behind a heavy silence. The sounds he so carefully formed with his tongue still resonated in my head seconds after the sounds themselves had faded.
Why? I didn't understand. Did he want to know why I couldn't leave this cave? Why it wasn't my fault? I heaved a heavy breath and closed my eyes. It was quite embarrassing actually. The reason why I never left this place. Why I stayed for almost 300 years, only killing when some fool set foot in my domain. Why I let that redheaded guy flee when I almost had him.
"It's scary… the outside world. So huge and alien… And those times when those big angry lights shoot to the ground… I would die alone out there. Just like my siblings did…"
"Why are you telling me this?"
His uncaring reaction was like a stab to my heart. I had opened myself, entrusted him with this information and he just didn't care. I decided to keep my feelings to myself from now on. As he said before: living beings are egoistical and would drop you as soon as they didn't need you anymore. Only Jashin could be trusted. Because gods were untainted by the sin of selfishness. I was on my own. We may have been together in this situation, but it seemed as if he wanted to work without me, regard me as useless. So I would do the same.
"'Cause there was no other fucker to talk to, easy as that, but it seems you're more of an asshole than I thought." I answered his question and crossed my arms, huffing.
Not reacting to what I said at all Kakuzu turned and left in the direction of one of the many tunnels that led from the cave we currently resided in. It was far from where the one that led to the only entrance I knew, the one that was now blocked by a pile of rocks and rubble.
As I watched his retreating back a sudden wave of loneliness took hold of my heart. I hated being alone. With a passion. The need for company was strong in me, which was one of the reasons I usually kept my victims alive for some time. Talked to them and told them stories of the other unfortunate souls that died in my clutches. And it was also them that I learned most of the words I could use now from. They were my teachers, although unwillingly.
The decision was made quickly. Not giving it any further thought I grabbed my scythe and ran after the monster hunter. When I finally caught up to him I immediately began to rant about how fast he was walking, how the torch he'd grabbed before entering the tunnel didn't give off nearly enough light and that he should finally answer damnit. He, as I expected, didn't react at all, simply ignoring me.
And though I knew he would be that way it still bothered me, anger rising in my chest, a burning sensation I knew well. That anger spurred me on to continue throwing random curses and complaints at him, filling the unbearable silence with a tirade of words without meaning. Why couldn't he just look at me? Mind my presence? And if he only screamed at me, it would be enough. He was the first to stop before hurting me after all…
Suddenly the ground I walked on gave away, a deep hole opening to swallow me whole, and I fell, a panic I had never before known clutching my insides, squeezing ruthlessly, freezing. The world moved in slow motion, the never ending darkness coming closer and closer. My mouth opened in a silent scream when suddenly something caught my arm, stopping my drop.
I opened my eyes, which I hadn't realized I closed, and saw Kakuzu who held onto my upper arm, stony gaze boring into my own frightful one. With ease he lifted me up, setting me onto safe ground, and resumed walking.
I was quick to follow. But this time I was silent, the strange feeling his touch had caused confusing me. Warmth had spread, starting where his bare hands had made contact with my clothed arm and seeping through my whole body, heart rate increasing and a blush rising to my cheeks. Still a fluttery feeling in my stomach region remained, making me all giddy. Somehow I wanted to giggle like some idiot and at the same time cry. What the hell was wrong with me?
Caught up in my thoughts I didn't realize Kakuzu stopping and ran straight into him. The heat intensified and I bit my lip. I was so close to him… Could wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his back if I wanted so. But… I couldn't give in to this temptation. Not only did he hate me, but also did I not like him. At all. Right? Hurriedly I took a step back to put some distance between us. Escape those confusing thoughts.
"Why did you stop?" I inquired, trying to hide my carvings and the blush that rose to my cheeks at those.
Not answering he merely indicated to a cave that lay to our right and then went inside. Hesitantly I followed to see him set up a camp with the stuff he'd carried with him in some kind of backpack. I hadn't even realized it was there before I ran into him…
Fascinated I observed his movements, how his strong muscles flexed under his black coat. Somehow he was graceful despite his huge build and brute strength. His fingers gentle as they straightened out a sleeping bag made out of different kinds of skin, laying it out like a futon, and I wondered what they would feel like on my bare skin. What the sensation of his touch would be like… He then lay down on the sleeping bag, the katana resting next to the sewn together skins on the floor.
Waveringly I stood, contemplating the outcome if I dared lie next to him, moving my weight from one foot to the other nervously. I wanted to sleep in his presence, feel his body heat again. It was cold in these caves after all. I bit my lip as a shiver overrun my body, my robe not enough to keep me warm.
Suddenly I realized Kakuzu's eyes on me and my gaze met his. He lifted his arm, indicating for me to come closer and I obeyed, almost too eagerly for my taste. Letting out a sigh I rested my body upon the skins next to him and closed my eyes, that strange fluttery feeling in my stomach area returning. And when a strong arm suddenly came around me, bringing my body closer to his, I couldn't help but blush violently. Waves of heat surged through me and I doubted I could sleep, his presence keeping me awake.
For a long time I lay pondering these feelings. Why did I have them? Where did they come from? And, most importantly, why was it the man behind me who caused them? For what felt like decades those questions tortured me, and when I eventually fell asleep I didn't know more than before.
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~Todesan