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13as07 · 2 months

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Object #3

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to mick347]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 4,558

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Still no explanation, better luck next time. This is horrible, my apologies

Characters include: Hidan, Kisame, Itachi

Sadism (Hair pulling, death threat, biting, choking)

Nicknames/Name Calling: Angel, Sacrifice, Whore, Guppy, Kitten/Kitty, Object, Sweet Girl

Knife/Blood Play (sacrificial use of blood, cut marks, blood used as lube, licking)

Creampie

Domination (different levels)

Praising

Oral/Fingering

Exhibitionism (public sex)

Improper use of the sharingan (not like that, dirty minds)

Breeding Kink

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"My little Angel!" Hidan's voice calls out, clawing me back out of my lazy sleepy state. One of these days I'll get to have a peaceful nap. Not today though.

"Just ignore him," Deidara whispers into my skin, tightening his hold around me as he attempts to bury his head further into my neck.

"Angel!" Hidan calls again, slamming the bedroom door open. "There you are my angel from Jashin," he coos, making quick work towards the bed.

"Go away," Deidara bitches, tugging me closer as if that'll stop Hidan.

It doesn't. Hidan's hands wrap around my arms, tugging me from Deidara's hold. "It's time to pray, Angel. We don't want to upset Jashin."

"Wait your turn, Jashin dick rider," Deidara continues, trying to grab me back from the older member.

"You've had her long enough," Hidan starts, placing me on his torso. "Besides, we pray to Jashin every day at six. It's almost six, it's time to pray." The younger member cuts his losses, blowing me a kiss and waving before he slumps back over in bed.

"My pretty Angel," Hidan continues to praise, hands wondering my body as he carries me down the hallway. "Our God would have been angry if you slept through prayer time."

"Your god," I correct, resting my head on his shoulder to enjoy the last few moments of peace I have.

"Our God," Hidan barks, yanking my head up by my hair. His tongue clicks a few times, fingers still stiff as they cling to the roots of my hair. "We'll have to ask for your forgiveness. I don't want Jashin taking you back. If he must then it shall be, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't tempt him too."

Hidan is the only member I think is truly insane. Everyone else is somewhat sane, but from the constant Jashin talk and the weird rituals I'm stuck doing for this 'God', I'm pretty sure Hidan just doesn't have any marbles left. If he had any, to begin with.

"Alright, Angel," he hums out, releasing my hair to the door to his bedroom. Since the psycho is as close to immortal as possible, Hidan doesn't need to sleep, which leaves his room as a huge shrine to this Jashin entity. "You sit, and pray, and look pretty," he orders, placing me on the ground.

A triangle trapped in a circle has been drawn out in black paint along the ground, with me slap-dab in the middle, like usual. At each point of the triangle is a bowl, one with dirt, one with water, and one that has a stick of incense burning in it.

Candles line the circle, candles that Hidan is slowly collecting. My eyes trail after him, watching as he makes his way back to me. "Hello my little sacrifice," he coos, settling the candles down.

Once they're lined up, Jashin symbol up, Hidan grabs my arms, pulling me towards him. He tugs a knife from his pocket, littering kisses over my wrists as he traces the symbols in the candle, deepening them and removing the wax that seeped into them yesterday.

"Sit still, Angel," he orders, using his robe to wipe the wax off the knife. Hidan's eyes are dark as he grabs for my arms again, the tip of his knife gently dipping into my skin. Blood trickles out when my skin gives in, only making the psycho’s eyes darker.

"That hurts," I hiss, trying to tug my arm back.

"The pain will be minuscule compared to the blessings Jashin will offer you," Hidan answers, his focus on filling the candle carvings with the blood leaking from me. "All he asks for is your loyalty."

I bite my tongue, keeping the disagreements stuck in my throat. "See? Minuscule," he mutters, setting down the last coated candle. Hidan's tongue slides out, crawling over my wrists, licking up the unneeded blood. His usual olive skin starts to shift, coating him in a dark black with his usual decorative white lines. "My pretty, perfect sacrifice."

Once the praise is out, I'm left alone in the middle of the ritual circle. The dark room is filled with the soft flames of the candles, Hidan lighting them as he lays them back out. The dark reds of the room are brightened from the new light, but still barely counteract all the black of the space.

Hands wrap around me from behind, tugging at my shirt. "Hidan," I whisper, squirming in his hold.

"Sit still," he huffs, his hold tightening as he shimmies my shirt off. "Well that’s disgusting," he grumbles, fingertips digging into the still sore wounds caused by Deidara. "That will not do," Hidan continues to grumble to himself. "Jashin will not be pleased."

My skin burns from the constant pressure to the cut marks, and back arches to try and escape the pain. "Please stop touching them," I whimper, tears already prickling my eyes.

"Jashin will not be happy," he repeats, shoving me forward so I fall on all fours. "We got to get rid of that... horrendous attempt at ownership. Jashin owns us, not that dumbass." As the word 'dumbass' spills out, Hidan traces Deidara's careful carving of his name. "We will fix it, stay put."

Hidan disappears, leaving me to ache from the leftover effect of his curious fingertips. Nagato was right, I need a break from the needy and rough Akatsuki members.

"I'm back." The short sentence is followed by my back erupting in pain again. Hidan chips away at Deidara's carvings, making new waves of pain slide out alongside new rivers of my blood.

"Please stop," I whimper, my arms already threatening to give out from the pain blooming down them. My blood coats down my sides, pooling under me. The life liquid is warm but sticky as it coats me.

"If you weren't disrespecting Jashin I wouldn't have to do this. But no, you're an object of service to the Akatsuki instead." Hidan's knife has dropped down to the bird cut into my back, the blade rough like the words of his hateful lecture. He chips at it as well, destroying the artwork left from my time with Deidara.

"See? That's so much better," Hidan says, kisses and his tongue sliding over the open gushing wounds. "Now let us pray." Clothing shifts behind me, his dick pressed to my thigh before my skirt is flipped up. "You need to ask for forgiveness," he adds, fingers dipping into my wounds again, scooping up some of the blood.

I let out a hiss from the pain, my mind scrambling to find a not sarcastic plea for forgiveness. "Jashin," I mutter, my breath heavy as Hidan's blood-coated fingers dip into me. "Please forgive me."

"That is a lousy prayer of forgiveness. Jashin should kill you for that mockery," Hidan grumbles, his fingers pumping slowly. "Maybe I should kill you for him."

"Please don't," I whimper, heart beating and pussy clenching from the mix of the threat and the stretching of my pussy.

"Why shouldn't I? You're mocking our God. Not to mention how much of a whore you've been today. Your cunt is all stretched out and used. You're not an object of choice for sacrificing. Jashin would be disappointed."

"I'm sorry," I whisper, mind going foggy from blood loss and lust. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I'm sorry. Please. Jashin, please?" The name slips out solely on accident, my thoughts getting difficult to keep straight.

Despite it being an accident, Hidan doesn't seem to notice. Quite the opposite. Kisses litter my back again, hands hooked around my hips, shoving me down. My arms and chest clash to the ground, ass still in the air as he shifts around. "Maybe I am wrong," he mutters, sinking his dick into me. "Maybe Jashin sent my Angel to me so I could show you his greatness."

Highly unlikely, but I don't have the strength nor the mental stability at the moment to fight him on it. "Keep praying, Angel. Let Jashin know what you wish for in return for your loyalty."

"A faster pace would be nice," I mutter, managing to piss off Hidan again.

His hand shoots forward, gripping my hair and snapping me upright. "You my dear Angel," he husks out, giving in to my request. "You are going to suffer at Jashin's hands if you keep acting up."

My spine tingles as my blood trickles down my back, shifting from the previous trails down my sides. "I'm sorry. That... that wasn't... please forgive me, Jashin." The words come out sluggish, my mind growing foggier by the second.

Hidan hums in approval, his teeth digging into my shoulder. He rips at the skin, tearing it with his mouth and making more wounds and fresh blood coat my body. "Hidan? Please? I can't," I whisper, my sight starting to go spotty with dark marks.

"You're fine," he mumbles, tilting my head in the other direction before he continues tearing at my shoulders. "Just be silent. Be a pretty sight for Jashin as I pray."

I do as I'm told, falling silent and enjoying Hidan's thrusts. They're sloppy with no rhythm as he prays. Mumbles for prosperity, wealth, and continual immortality spill from him as he uses me.

By the time he's done praying, I can barely keep my eyes open. "Don't go dying on me, Angel," he grumbles, releasing his grip on my hair. I fall forward, face buried into the ground again. Hiden doesn't seem to care though. His hands cling to my back, and dig into my wounds, forcing my blood to spill out faster.

"Thank Jashin." I try to do as I'm told, slurred unfinished words coming out instead. "Maybe I should sacrifice you. Leave you here to bleed to death when I'm done with you. At least then you'd be of some use to our God."

"Tha... thank... you... Jashin," I mutter, letting my eyelids win our battle. I can feel Hidan's smile as he licks the blood off my back, his tongue squirming against my skin as he continues thrusting into me.

I'm slowly shifted forward with each thrust, my pussy tingling in mellowed pain compared to the constant attack on my spine. If I wasn't so fuzzy-minded, I know my insides would be screaming from the lack of preparation and constant rough pumps into me.

Hidan's thrusts fall back to a patternless pace, his dick twitching in me as he starts another prayer. "Thank you, Jashin," he husks, stalling in me. He cums in me, his semen leaking out and mixing with my spilled blood on the ground. "Thank you. Thank you, my Lord. Thank you Jashin," Hidan mutters on repeat, his head resting between my shoulders as his hands continue to dig into my wounds.

The feeling of his weight pressing into me and his hot breath coating my skin only makes it harder not to slip into unconsciousness. Just as I'm about to give in, Hidan jerks me backward, shaking me out of it. "Let's patch you up, Angel. I can't have Jashin's favorite sacrifice dying quite yet."

"Ya... okay," I mutter, leaning back and resting against his chest. As my eyes sink shut again, the soft shifting of black soaking off of Hidan is the last thing I see.

"You'll be okay, Angel. Jashin will take care of you," he whispers into my ear, my limbs feeling light as my body is lifted.

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"It's okay, you're okay," Pain says, the words coming out harsh from his inability to be gentle. "You're fine." It sounds pissy like Nagato is over my whines, but from his carefully placed hands and the way they cling to me, I know he's attempting to be gentle. "The water will help."

I know he's right, I know the water will help with the inflammation of my back, but the pond is so cold that it almost hurts more. Whines and whimpers of pain spill from me as Nagato slowly lowers me into the pond. The water coats me, stinging for a minute or two before I adjust and the pain starts to numb.

"See? You're fine," he mutters, settling on the bank as close to me as he can. His eyes trailing my muscles as they relax in the water, face as stone and unemotional as ever. "Stop being so whiney."

"You're one to talk," I mutter, settling my eyes closed.

"Don't do that," he hisses, leaning forward to grip the chain still hanging around my neck. "Look at me." I do as I'm told, eyes fluttering open to look at the attention-starved man. Pain's face scrunches up, hand drops his hold on me. "Don't... don't do that," he repeats, tone softer this time.

"Pain?" A voice calls out, tugging Nagato's sight away from me. I keep my sights set on him, knowing I'm not able to take the fit he'll throw if I piss him off again. "Konan was asking for you," Kisame continues, the shark-themed man falling into view as he approaches the pond.

"What does she want?" Pain asks, eyes fluttering back to me. The purple swirls of them seem tenser than usual as if I'll disappear if he blinks too slowly.

"I don't know," Kisame grumbles, his eyes flickering between me and the scenery. "Something about Hidan complaining about chains or something."

Nagato exhales through his nose, eyes repeatedly blinking as he looks at me. I have no clue what happened after prayer time with Hidan, but from the lack of the masochist, and me waking up in the med-bay, I assumed Pain wasn't too happy with Hidan. Or that Hidan would still be alive if he was mortal.

"Watch her while I'm away," Pain orders, eyes scanning over me.

"Yes, Sir," the shark man continues to grumble, eyes flickering over me again.

Pain reaches forward, his hand hovering for a second before he pats my head. "Relax. Behave." I nod yes, staring back at him. "I will be back."

"Okay." Pain walks away, continually looking over his shoulder at me.

"You're bleeding," Kisame mutters, his eyes scanning the water once Nagato is inside the house.

The watered-down red color of my blood coats a bit of the pond surface, a lot less than before but still present. "Ya, I know. Diedara and Hidan were... a little too much today," I mutter, sinking lower into the water so it settles above my shoulders. "Hence the ice bath."

Kisame grumbles at my answer, his attention shifting away from me. I paddle around the pond, watching as he shifts out of his mission gear. "What are you doing?" I ask, working my way back to the edge of the water.

"I'm going to get in with you. You haven't been of use to 'e yet today," he answers, tugging his shirt off.

My eyes jump over his green-tinted skin, taking in the way his muscles are stretched over the stone of his frame. Kisame is a big man, easily towering over almost everyone in the Akatsuki. My sights jump down, continuing to watch him strip. His penis matches the rest of his body, big, long, and a lot to take.

Once he's nude, I back up so the shark man can slip into the water. He makes it wave as he sinks in. "Come here, Guppy," he husks out, hands wrapping around my arms, and tugging me forward.

I'm settled against his chest before Kisame sinks, settling on one of the submerged rocks. "You weren't kidding," he says, fingers gentle as they skirt over my back. One of his hands jumps up, tilting my head so he can look at my bruised cheek better. "Is that from Hidan too?"

"No, that's from Kakuzu," I murmur, shifting on Kisame's lap.

His head dips down, pressing kisses into my neck, littering the gained bite marks and hickies with softness. "Stop squirming, Guppy," Kisame's calm voice says, the hand not running across my back shooting up to cling to my throat.

"Sorry," I murmur, letting my eyes flutter shut. I soak in the gentleness of the giant under me, enjoying the way his lips coo and calm my wounds.

"Sit up," he mutters, using his hold on my neck to lift me off his lap. Kisame shifts us around, settling me on the rock as he squirms out from under me. Kisses continue down my front, littering my breasts as his hands toy with my thighs. Fingers crawl up my legs chased by teeth sinking into my boob. Kisame's sharp teeth quickly make their way through me, coating me with the familiar stickiness of blood.

"Kisame," I hiss, my hands shooting forward to grip his hair. "That hurts."

"I know, Guppy. You're doing so well," he praises, his voice husky as his fingertips dip into my pussy. "You'll survive," he hums out, head tilting the other direction. Teeth sink into my other boob, new blood trickling out and being chased by Kisame's tongue.

He continues kneading my titties with his teeth as his fingers pump in and out of me. Aches erupts from my chest as pleasure erupts from my cunt, the familiar mix of the two filling my body.

Kisame tugs himself from my boobs, tearing more skin as he lifts his head. His teeth are coated in the red of my blood, the liquid slowly dribbling down his chin as it escapes his mouth. "Sit still and be good," he mutters, covering my face with blood-tinted kisses.

Once the praise is out, Kisame sinks under the water, his fingers clumsy leaving me before being replaced by his tongue. My knees jerk, clasping around his head. His head tips back out of the water a bit, warning eyes shooting the order at me again before he dips back between my legs.

Kisame's tongue flicks at my clit a few times before sliding down to penetrate me. My hands tighten on his hair, knotting the dark locks around my fingers. My focus is split between not moving and the pleasure tingling in my pussy.

The poking and prodding doesn't last long though. When he's satisfied with my prep, I'm scooped back up and switched back to his lap. I'm settled on his tip, the head of his dick toying my hole as Kisame sits back down. "Are you going to be good at take all of me?"

No. I know I can't. His dick is massive, just like the rest of him. "Yes, Kisame."

He smiles at my answer, pointy teeth beaming as he looks down at me. "That's a good Guppy. Be a pretty object for me to use."

The praises are followed by me slowly lowering on Kisame's dick, the head bullying its way through me. I'm stretched, muscles strained the further I sink onto him. By the time I've settled on his lap again, my breaths come out as hisses.

"Easy Guppy," Kisame coos, a finger falling to rub circles on my clit. His hands keep pace with each other, the circles on my clit matching the pace he forces my hip into.

Kisame's thrusts almost hurt as I'm dropped back down his length, the head of his dick still bullying my pussy into compliance to take him. His head falls back to my boobs, teeth sinking in to tear more skin, and his tongue sliding over the new bite marks to lick up the spilled blood.

My hips ache and my chest is more torn than intact skin by the time Kisame stills in me. "Look at that, Guppy," he coos, hand sliding up to cling to my throat again. "I can see myself," he teases, forcing me to look down as his free hand presses against my stomach

He's right. The faint outline of Kisame's dick is present on my lower stomach. The imprint twitches as he cums deep in me. The mix of his warmth and the evident proof of him in me makes me clench around him, only encouraging Kisame's semen to spill out. "What a good, Guppy," he coos again, littering my face in more blood-tinted kisses.

"Princess?" Pain's voice echoes from the porch, making Kisame pale.

"Well, I'm a goner," he mutters, quickly yanking me off of him.

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I can feel eyes on me, the heat path of them jumping around my bare back. "You look terrible, Kitten," comes Itachi's soft noise, his equally soft paces filling the med-bay.

"I know," I whisper, the words getting jumbled up by the pillow my face is buried into.

After being torn from the pond, Pain settled me in the medical room again. Half-assed promises to be back soon and for a soothing night spilling from him as he rushed to go 'ran an errand' with Konan. In his rush, Nagato didn't give me any pain meds and I'd rather deal with the aches than another safety lecture from him if I chose to find medicine myself.

"Poor Kitty," Itachi coos, fingertips gentle as he runs them over my bandages. "Are you alright?"

"No."

My answer is followed by pale arms wrapping around me, gently shifting me so I'm sitting up. He slips onto the bed behind me, hooking my legs over his as I face away from him. "We can fix that, Kitten," Itachi murmurs, hands sliding under my bandages to pull them off.

"Your fingers hurt," I whine, back arching away from his touches.

"I know, I know, it's okay, Kitty," he continues to coo, a hand jumping up to tilt my head backward. The red of his sharingans snags in my sights, filling my mind with the glow of them. My mind goes fuzzy, the forced light in my mind shifts to softer colors. The pastel blues, yellows, and pinks swirl in my head, causing my pains to seep away.

"Better?" Itachi's voice rings out, the soft pitter-patter of fingers shifting a gentle sizzle across my body.

"Better," I mumble, leaning back to rest my head on his shoulder. "I don't know what you're doing though."

"It's a genjutsu."

"A what?"

"It's control of your senses. I'm controlling your sense of touch, so you can't feel your pain but can feel everything else, so your muscles will calm," Itachi softly explains, hands losing their sizzling feeling but still dancing over my body as his lips brush against my neck. "And I'm controlling your sight so you can see something calming and can't see your injuries."

"Why?" I whisper, his fingers sliding over my legs making it hard to focus.

"It'll help you calm down too. I can't enjoy you if you can't enjoy yourself." The words are hushed, buried into my skin by the kisses continually pressed into me.

Itachi's fingertips ghost through my folds, nimble fingers searching for my clit. "Though," he continues, kisses trailing across my jaw as the controlled images in my head start to filter away. "I would like you to watch."

As the scenery of the room filters back into my sight, his fingertips toy with me. They toy with my hole, massaging it in the same way my clit is rubbed. "Watch Kitten," he says, nuzzling my neck to encourage my head down.

I do what is asked of me, dropping my head down to take in the sight of my skirt balled up my legs and Itachi gently working me. My compliance is rewarded with his fingers thrusting into me. He continues to toy with me, testing curls and paces. "Tach," I moan, my orgasm quickly building up.

"Kitten?" He whispers into my war, nibbling on my earlobe. The gentle coo breaks the band in my stomach, coating Itachi's hand and the medical bed in my cum. "That's a pretty Kitty, ya?" He continues to coo, slipping out from behind me.

Itachi rounds the bed, settling on the floor, kneeling between my legs. His arms wrap under my legs, tugging me closer to the edge before he dips down. His hands slide up from the movement, hooking on my hips as my knees rest on his shoulders. "Keep mewling for me, Kitten," he mumbles, his hot breath coating my mess.

His tongue slides out, focused on cleaning my folds before it skirts over my clit. Once again I do as I'm told, not because of willingness though. Itachi's tongue stays busy, licking circles into my clit and thrusting into my cunt to tongue fuck me. The lack of a cool-down quickly pulls another orgasm from me, this time coating Itachi's face.

His head pops up from between my legs, sharingans glow as a soft smile coats his lips. Kisses lead Itachi's trail up my body, hands sliding down to cup my knees and lock them around his waist.

"Itachi," I whine when his bulge presses into me.

"Oh, I know, Kitty. You're so sensitive aren't you?" He gently mocks, kisses coating my lips as he works himself out of his pants. "You'll be okay. After all, this is what you're for right? A pretty object for me to use. I've been nice to you, haven't I? Be nice back, Kitty."

The soft mockery is followed by Itachi toying with me again, the glow of his eyes watching as I squirm from his tip teasing my hole. His eyes flicker around, catching every one of my movements. His smile is still soft as he sinks into me, eyes running a mile a minute to catch every micro-movement my body makes.

Itachi's pace is slow and gentle, just like everything else he's done today. The clan killer doesn't live up to his reputation, especially in moments like this. His hands are like feathers, costing my body like he's trying to burn the feeling of my skin into them. His mouth does the same to my lips.

My body sizzles on nerves, the constant stimulation almost being too much. "Pretty Kitty," he coos, his thrusts picking up their speed. "My pretty Kitty that's going to have my pretty litter."

Itachi's words make my spine tingle, causing my hips to thrust up. That seems to do it for the masochist, his thrusts jerking before his body is pressed into mine. "Kitty, Kitty, Kitty," he mutters against me, his nose buried into my cheek. The line of praise is paired with me being filled, not even the thought of pulling out rolling around Itachi's head as his semen fills my cunt.

"Princess?" Nagato's voice echoes in the hallway, causing Itachi's head to rise.

"He's on top of it tonight," Tachi mumbles, tucking himself away and tugging my skirt back into place.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask, my focus on scanning my body. My deeper wounds have vanished curtsy of the man in front of me, leaving the simpler ones, my hickies, and bite marks.

"Last I knew Hidan was hanging in a tree," Itachi confuses, hand clinging to the back of my neck as he kisses my forehead. "That, and Kisame is in a bit of trouble."

"Oh," I whisper, eyes flickering to the door as the sound of Pain's footsteps creep closer.

"Goodnight, Kitten," he whispers, pecking my lips before vanishing. I don't know how Itachi does that and I'm not sure I want to know.

"Princess?" Pain grumbles again, pushing the door open. "How are you feeling?"

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nail-art-no-jutsu · 4 days

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I'm thinking about Kakuzu and Hidan and nail polish because ofc I am, and no I don't actually want it to be a jutsu, I want all the Akatsuki to do it the hard way

Kakuzu

he learns quickly and doesn't see why others have trouble with it - especially Hidan

he does one coat and one coat only, to save up, luckily the stuff they all use is quite opaque

he's good at not getting any polish on his fingers, again, cause he wants the bottle to last as long as possible

he doesn't need his hands to turn pages while he reads, he can use his tendrils for that, so he does his nails before reading time and lets them dry

he's grateful for the dark brown, the only thing that would be worse than being partnered with Hidan would have been ending up with one of the bright colors that other Akatsuki members got

Hidan: "So there's something worse than being partnered with me?~ <3" to which Kakuzu glares

Kakuzu won't use nail polish remover cause that costs extra, he waits for that one coat to chip to the point that there's only a little bit left in the middle, and paints a new coat on top of that, and ends up with a number of bumpy layers

he's just efficient at it, it doesn't really look all that great from up close

Hidan

he absolutely sucks at painting his nails. absolutely sucks

no patience, no focus, he'll do one nail and then he'll go "Hey Kakuzu!!" cause he's already done a whole entire nail and he's bored

Kakuzu is still trying to think of some kind of way to get Hidan to associate nail polish with Jashin-sama, but no luck yet, that dark green shade is to blame, why didn't they give him red to remind him of blood? white to remind him of bones?

at one point Hidan learns to weaponize his crappy nail painting skills and make Kakuzu do his nails for him

but not by complimenting him on how much better he is, Hidan already knows that flattery won't get him anywhere - instead he "accidentally" knocks over the bottle and lets it spill, and after a very unpleasant lecture about wasting the product, Kakuzu accepts the reality that it won't get done without him

and the perfect time for that is when Hidan is lying down in his prayer circle

Hidan doesn't really start praying until Kakuzu is done painting his nails though, he likes to watch Kakuzu focus on him so intensely, just like when he stitches him up, and most importantly, he loves knowing that Kakuzu would never ever do this for anyone else <3

#hidan #kakuzu #kakuhida #hidakaku #akatsuki #akatsuki headcanons #hidan headcanons #kakuzu headcanons #kakuhida headcanons

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wing-ed-thing · 8 months

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Hidan Platonic Relationship Headcanons

𓆃 You have to match his crazy in some way, whether it's through brute strength and mercilessness in battle or perhaps you have some far-gone ideology. You don't necessarily have to be a Jashinist, but ideally, you'd be somewhat slash-proof.

𓆃 Because all Hidan wants is fun. He wants to carry out his rituals, murder people, and very little else. And if you're going to be a downer, that wouldn't make you a very good friend, now would it?

𓆃 At least, that's what Hidan likes to think. Because he'll consider you friends whether you want him to or not.

𓆃 By his nature, he never really had many friends, so he only has an idea of what a friend is supposed to be. And to Hidan, a friend enables your murder spree and says zilch about anything otherwise.

𓆃 Hidan wants a buddy, but he also— somehow— will eventually resent having a buddy.

𓆃 Because he likes having someone to listen to him ramble. Hidan doesn't know a lot of things, but he likes telling people what he knows (which is limited to Jashinism and clearly false information).

𓆃 He does have a surprising amount of knowledge about anatomy and serology.

𓆃 Hidan's sure to cheer on your kills and has a hint of etiquette when it comes to battle. He's happy to take any warm bodies he can get for his rituals. He actually insists on taking your corpses given you have the patience for his prayer.

𓆃 Tolerating his prayer will likely warrant you more points than you realize.

𓆃 Hidan can be a bit territorial when it comes to battle, but you can usually work something out whether you're fine with him doing most of the fighting or you find satisfaction in switching off.

𓆃 He can get impatient and prone to outbursts of anger and violence, but he's rather "re-directable". Easily distracted, you can usually turn his attention to something else.

𓆃 Sometimes, if you need to get rid of him or get him to cool off for a bit, you can send him on an impossible errand for an item that doesn't exist.

𓆃 He always somehow finds it though.

𓆃 Hidan's low drama and rather low maintenance. Granted you develop your own rhythm, you could probably have a rather long-lasting relationship with Hidan.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

#hidan x reader #naruto x reader #akatsuki x reader #akatsuki #hidan #naruto headcanon #naruto headcanons #naruto x you #naruto #naruto x y/n #reader insert #x you #x reader #naruto hidan

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snuggleboots · 28 days

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₊˚♡˚₊ been thinking on love languages & faith recently & that led me to Hidan headcanons because I'm a weeaboo w/ no limits ig ₊˚♡˚₊

₊˚♡˚₊ just a word salad post about Hidan and how (I think) he loves ₊˚♡˚₊

Tags: Hidan, a little angst? maybe?, this can be kakuhida or reader-insert or anything really- ball's in ya'll's court on that one

Hidan's love comes in the form of his faith, because that's the one way he knows how to communicate it. it's nagging, it's demanding, it pushes boundaries without consideration.

to proselytise is to extend his hand and offer you a chance at eternal life, free from the constraints of mortality that would eventually take you from his side. maybe it's done in part to spread the word of his god, but it's also something done out of love.

a follower of the faith of slaughter and suffering, his love is in his blood.

how is he meant to enjoy eternal life when he lives with the knowledge that anyone he might dare to love, or even care for, will face a short existence that ends in the punishment of suffering with no meaning?

to Hidan, love is a gamble that, when looked at in terms of risk versus reward, bears all the risk and none of the reward.

because he exists in a burning house where his hand is extended, open and waiting to be taken, just so you might be saved, with all his knowing that you would sooner succumb to the fire than accept salvation.

does his heart ever fight his faith when you stray too close to death? knowing that in your final hour, you might meet his eye and ask him, 'how could you not have told me, that i could have been saved?' or worse, you might accept the finality of your short life, and go quietly into that goodnight?

an eternal existence separate from any he might ever love, because he- the breathing evidence of a power higher than you and himself and anyone -failed to convince you that Lord Jashin is waiting, His arms wide open, if only you could open your eyes, and please, just accept Him?

I think Hidan gives his love the way one might lay an offering to the altar, a token given in the hopes that his prayers are answered and you walk the path alongside him, so that he might not be forced to lose the one thing that ever managed to sink its roots into his heart.

it's desperate, it's insistent, because it's your blood that laves his tongue, stains his hands, when you turn your face from the gift of life eternal, from the god that's always desperate to grant such a priceless gift as that. heavy are the shoulders that bear the burden of a duty flippantly rejected. all he ever wanted, was to save you.

what a visceral pain it is, to have ever let himself love.

#hidan #akatsuki #naruto #hc #word salad #had big feelings & had to put them here ig #also sorry for inactivity @ everyone #life has become extremely busy and i have been perpetually out of spoons to just exist tbh #hidan x reader #reader insert

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immoralimmortals · 21 days

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A Song With Ten Names

Chapter 1: Take Me To Church

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Summary: When all you have left is perform your way out of hell, do your feet still burn dancing? A strange woman is dropped into an even stranger world, the most off-putting among them becoming the closest thing to a home. They all have stayed alive this long by saying whimsy is only for children, but what if it's all you have left to give?

Author's notes: I have been hyperfixated off and on by the Akatsuki alone (less Naruto the show) for about ten-so years of my life. At this point, they are dolls to me. They listen to my silly little songs and agree if I say "lmao that you". If the canon is king then I am God and what is God to a king. I don't care if Hidan knows what a keyboard is, I don't CARE, NO HE DON'T.

(Clearly cares a lot)

Anyhow. Combination OC-self insert-reader insert character is soft, musical, secretly from the "real world", and wins people over. I have a sociology degree with a focus on religion so I like musings about that sort of thing. Philosophical thoughts about murder, suicidality abound. I don't plan on any SA or anything majorly sexual, but I'm mulling over some pretty fucked up (erotic?) moments so 18+ interaction only, please. Partial songfic as I associate songs with anytthing that has an imaginary pulse, have different songs planned out to reference. If you like Will Wood, you'll have fun. Title is a reference to The Song With Five names by Will Wood and acts as scene breaks in this post. Perhaps obviously, Take Me To Church by Hozier is in this chapter. Lyrics not necessarily in order every time.

I'm writing this to get it out of my system but more than happy if it's for you too.

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Never trust in yourself Or anyone else We’ve always all been wrong

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He likes the way boiling water stings at his skin. It’s not quite as hot as that, but hot enough to make him feel something. A small comfort, a reminder from Jashin. Hidan, lamenting as he slips into the spring, contemplates on a comparison between this and being clothed by the lord himself as it washes upon him inch by inch, popping and sizzling until it makes his hairs stand on end. It hurts-- not quite enough, but it hurts.

Good.

Prayer fills the back of his mouth, thick enough to choke on, as he remembers pain means he is alive. He wrings out a small cloth in a bucket besides him and places it over his forehead and eyes.

Darkness. Steam fills his nose; he breathes deep...and he listens to his god.

…

It sure sounds a lot like someone yelling a room or two away.

A dull smack happens somewhere else in the inn. A woman begins to run. She has no fucking idea where she’s going-- how, where, who-- just that HERE and with THEM is going to SHIT. Adrenaline is the only thing keeping her eyes open and feet moving. She’s so thirsty she could drink the clouds of steam as she unwittingly approaches the men’s bath. So tired that she hardly recognizes three red prongs as a weapon as it’s propped against the stone. So scared she sees only one choice:

“Hey!”

Surely that wasn’t a voice talking to Hidan, right?

“I- I need to—” She’s out of breath already and she’s hardly lifted his scythe. “I need to borrow this! You’ll get it back-- I promise!” He lifts up one edge of the wet cloth, heel-turning from annoyed to pissed.

“EH?!” Hidan shrieks. “What the FUCK-” He’s cut off as the woman screams herself and backs just out of view from the bath entrance. “SHIT!” He didn’t pray nearly long enough to not fall headfirst into magma-hot testiness. Who the hell sees THOSE robes and fucks with his shit?! Who sees those BLADES and fucks with him?!

He probably doesn’t leave the bath as fast as is really warranted, stumbling out with the knot of his larger bath towel so loose he needs to hold it at his waist to keep it up. Through the hot fog of this dark hallway, his chin tilts up in intrigue. “Eh--?”

Hidan sees her face first. A brow is furrowed, a thousand horrible emotions weighing it down. She’s afraid-- that’s what’s most readily apparent. There’s a blotch of red and blue on her cheek and her mouth gapes with heavy breath.

“Stay away!”

She looks like she’s never held a weapon in her life. Goddammit, she’s holding it with all of her life, though.

He decides just to watch as she begins to address the most forgettable thing in the room.

“Cute.” A man snides at her. Ah...Hidan had seen him check in. His cologne smelled like ass. Now that it’s mentioned...he guess he did see someone else trail behind him-- close enough to be his shadow. Didn’t really set his alarms off then. But then again, till his scythe got involved, he didn’t really care. Hidan’s eyes flicker.

“Not a couple, huh?” he mutters. Although uncaring if he was heard or not, the former possibility occurs.

“Hey! Either get your pants back on or mind your own business! You don’t know us.” This approach is not reciprocated by her, shaky hands pushing the crimson steel further into his space. At first the man cringes, but the bluff is called. “Come on, now…” The guy’s smile is soft, like he knows her better than she herself. Hidan doesn’t miss how she flinches. It’s impossible to when there’s five more feet attached to her arm of cold hard metal. Knuckles brush almost lovingly against her new, sharp fingers.

“You don’t have it in you, duckling. Fluffy and soft, all squawk with no teeth.”

“I said NO!”

He steps forward. She panics.

He cuts like butter.

All three of them briefly share the same expression. Wide eyes, shock. However, each births something much more complicated in the seconds following.

While her stomach flips, Hidan’s feel butterflies. The whelp's blood splatters in all directions, just as it was meant to with such a swipe. It flutters through the air, settling on their faces as gentle as a whisper, while the rest swim around the still-pulsating eviscerations of a soul worth less than a rat. She watches the body sink to the ground, a human heart gush its contents into a dark, glistening puddle closer and closer to her feet. Just as it’s about to touch, her gaze raises and meets another’s. The reverence in his eyes is lost upon her.

The silence is peaceful to him as he studies the stranger-- stilling, like his lord laid a hand on his shoulder and beseech he witness. At this point the thoughts and emotions that she’s gripping in her stare even more pure and divine than the blooming rose shedding its petals before him; that sort of thing is expected-- wet blood as ordinary as dew on grass in the morning. But this… He’s never seen a civilian kill before, he’s beginning to ponder...

This revelation, too, goes unappreciated, but the upcoming perhaps is even more delicious than the taste of iron in the air for Jashin’s priest. The woman’s breath hurries, the blade drops to her feet, and her arms raise at her sides.

Three expressions are in this hall: Addicted. Afflicted. And dead.

“JESUS FUCK!” she screams in horror.

Hidan grins wider than he has in ages. This is the beginning of something beautiful.

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Yes or no isn't null Yes it is, no, I don't know Yes or no, isn't that a silly question? Ask it anyway

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Being isekai-ed into another world isn’t nearly as convenient as it’s cracked up to be, you know?

The traveler’s body is tensed tighter than tightrope, her teeth in a perpetual grit and brow hurting from being furrowed so hard for this long. She killed a man. She utters this out loud to process the fact.

“And it was GREAT, right?” This guy is more than a little too eager for all of this. Fuckin’ shit, that doesn’t bode well for her. She reflexively scream/shouts at nothing in response, gaze unflinching at empty air… No, that sort of volume isn’t going to cut it. A floor cushion is snatched up from besides Hidan and she belts face first into it until she can’t breathe, and then she goes for a few seconds longer so her insides burn.

The silver-hair demon, however, is having the time of his life. The great Jashin himself drops this poor little idiot straight from his palm to drench in blood till white becomes red. He leans into his own palm, amused smirk across his face as they bide their time in this inn’s bedroom. They’ll be kicked out eventually, dead body and all, but he’ll deal with that when they get there! Just break the news to Kakuzu that he lost the deposit. An amputation or two will be worth the trouble.

“Ahh, so this is your first?” he hums almost sensually. The tears well in her eyes.

“Yes!”

“And? How was it?! The weight of the blade in your hands, the way he ripped in half, how his chest cavity just DID THAT?” He pinches his fingers and “explodes” them in a quick stretch.

“It was BAD!” the woman agonizes, still needing a paper bag to breathe into.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “You get used to it.”

“Eeeughhhhhhhh….!”

Hidan sighs. Of course she doesn’t get it yet. Where would the fun in that be? “So, figures if that shithead had kidnapped you...you don’t really have a place now, huh?”

The pinpoint precision breaks her attention like glass, and she can tell where this is going. It wasn’t like she had anywhere to belong to in the first place!

“How about we hang out? I don’t have anywhere to be till my mandated jackass is back around.”

She squints. “M...mandated?” Like an...officer? “...Are you on parole?” she prods gently. He looks more confused than anything, though. Is that more or less relieving?

“The hell? You mean patrol?”

“...Yes,” she decides to lie. Her eyes shift finally, looking to the side to avoid his gaze. Constant reminders are about that she’s way down the rabbit hole. Or...bottom of the sea? That’s probably more accurate, going unconscious. The waking up part hasn’t come yet and hunger, thirst, and being punched do hurt a lot, and so she has no choice but to either survive or kill herself on the spot to save the trouble.

Hidan, unwitting, knocks the side of his head like he’s shaking water out of his ears. “Damn, you really ARE a dumbfuck civilian, mispronouncing that bad. Never heard the word before?” Just as the woman’s mouth opens, he interrupts. “Anyhow. No. Just biding my precious time till my partner comes back from whatever heathen nonsense dragged him away.”

She blinks. These words mean nothing to her. The whole murder thing makes simple conversation hard to keep up, and she’s already trying not to worry about pissing a guy off who thinks killing people is fine.

“Oi!” Hidan waves his hand like an impatient child. “Don’t leave me hangin’!” The stranger can only fold her hands in front of her lap and stammer.

“I-- I—”

There’s no clue what he really wants out of this. She’s 100% fucked if she doesn’t accept. Only 99% fucked if she does. Good odds.

“OKAY!” There’s no idea to her if he takes this as enthusiasm or as the duress it’s really under.

“That’s the fuckin’ spirit!” He sounds nearly sarcastic as he flings his head back and praises towards the ceiling. An ear-piercing scream brings him back down to earth. “Ahhh, yeah. Well, maybe now’s a good time to go. Don’t shit where we sleep n’ all.” With a swoosh, a black robe is taken off the floor and is swung around Hidan. “Normally I wouldn’t give a shit. But the virgin killer probably needs her time to relish this moment.”

A rock drops in her stomach. The man casually passes her and starts walking out the door, the bloodcurdling screaming continues as if it’s only as annoying as a car alarm in the parking lot. She swallows, and he stops past the doorway. Purple pools under a silver hairline look through her, over his shoulder. “Comin’?”

1%, she repeats in her mind.

Hopefully she’ll get the opportunity to kill herself later, without any help, if need be. There’s a hunch that dying by his hand wouldn’t be so pleasant.

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Even I might defy, won't deny That I'm trying while my eyes do defy And belie quiet liars as I Say what I say, any way, I might be saying it But I've been wrong before

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Despite being a city girl, since she’s dropped in, the hustle and bustle of this society sure does overwhelm. The bargaining, the wagons, the bells-- and that’s only sound! Wafts of street food make her stomach hurt. The flags, statues, and other decor all clearly have a story behind them; she purses her lips trying to imagine--

“Oi!”

The woman knocks into his back and nearly falls over, him having nothing to offer but disdain as she regains balance. “How about this joint?” Clearly this is less of a suggestion and more of a certainty as he meanders into the doorway he suggests. A tapestry overhangs the darkness the cloaked man slips into, a single symbol printed so large and intimidating, despite not knowing what it means. She gulps.

Recompose. As best as you can.

She glimpses a ring as he sets his glass down, it only briefly distracting from the menu in her hands. “I’ll...get whatever you’re getting,” she compromises softly, hoping everyone gets the hint when she sets the list down. The man shrugs.

“Make it two, yeah?!” The server slips away, leaving the awkwardness as an appetizer. Anything besides the guy ahead of her is what her eyes go to, shoulders tilting back and head cocked enough every which way that it’ll get sore. The way people dressed. Laughed. Gossiped.

“Hoshigakure!” lips speak in the dim light. “That’s where it’ll be.” A snarl meets this, an old time friend with her doubts.

“You’re sure ‘bout this? That’s awfully far—”

“Yeah, but he’s worth it! Wouldn’t you? For the chance at true love?!”

“Get your head out of the goddamn clouds…”

A literal snap in her ear brings her back. “Oi!” the man repeats, forcing her attention back to him. “What are you, high or somethin’? Where. Are. You. From.” He’s not the type to repeat himself twice.

“...Hoshi-- gakure.” The unintended stammer makes her heart race, and the way he hums loud and long doesn’t help.

“Never been! Heard it’s a shithole. Probably why you left!”

The other conversation still fills her desperate ear, leaving her clues:

“The Kage is an idiot, isn’t he?! All that power means nothing with no respect. What’s a land without a leader?”

“We’re rendezvousing there, not living there.”

“The way you describe his passion for his homeland says otherwise, you know…”

“He likes the stargazing!”

The friend sighs. “Hopeless,” she murmurs.

The woman mentally returns to the table she’s seated at, briefly biting her bottom lip as she forces a face-to-face conversation. “It’s hopeless there,” she weaves. She may not be a good liar, but she used to have fun performing, pouring one’s self into the story being told. A grain of truth makes it all more believable, and so she rolls back her shoulders, swallows her pride, and thinks about being gone. “I didn’t belong anymore. Politically, it’s in the shit, obviously… Not even the stars could hold me in place.”

A palm holds his cheek in place, violet stare unflinching as hands drop steaming plates and bowls in the small gap between them. “So it started by leaving on yer on volition?” She nods, honestly. “Kidnappin’ came later,” he assumes. “Don’t take this the hard way but you’re not pretty or anything. Not like yer meant for sellin’… Any idea what he wanted you for? Did you have money? Don’t fucking tell me your family was loaded.”

Redness pinpricks her cheeks but she still manages to shake her head no. “I think he just...recognized someone was lost and thought he could make something out of it.” She rakes her mind, trying to think of the guy more alive than when he was dead. You know. By her hands. “Can’t really ask him why now…” the woman surmises.

“Ahh…” the man replies simply, conveying what seems to be the barest threads of interest in her actual words. “So. Alone. Broke. N’ lost.”

The scent of seared meat in front of her compounds the suffocation of this observation. “Yeah.”

The man once again snaps, though less in her face and more in front of the scratch on the table she had glued her eyes to. After her attention is caught, he uses two fingers to point to himself. His own eyes are hooded, far too calm, and his smirk is lopsided.

“Sounds like a perfect time for a change of pace, yeah?!” Instead of knocking his glass into hers, he bumps it against her forehead, chuckling at the noise that escapes her mouth. “Jashin will set ya straight.”

Her eyelids flutter. “Jashin?” He raises the cup to his lips at a bad time. “Is that your name?”

He spit-takes.

“Fuckin’—NO! No! Hell, no!” There’s a solidness conveyed to her as the ceramic is set down, a change of tone. “I can only aspire to the name,” he muses, leaning philosophically all of a sudden. “Study the scripture… Follow his ways…”

“Jashin…” the woman echoes, delicate on her tongue. A major religion, perhaps? Or a cult leader? Or-- as history has taught, maybe both! How exciting. “Tell me about it?”

Oh she has no idea how abruptly she had just changed her life--

That’s what he thinks just as he gets shoved out of his chair.

“Eh?! The hell?!”

The friend she was spying on suddenly towers over the not-Jashin, clenching her fist. “You fucking SPAT on me!” Only a long, drawn out question-shaped breath returns from his lips. The man planning to run away throws a warning shot with his own glass, squarely breaking besides Hidan’s ear. “Get on your knees and beg, or get the fuck out!”

While it isn’t lost on her that several others in the candlelight are matching her horror, she’s unaware their reasons don’t match too. She’s just mortified there’s fighting at all! Holy SHIT she hates fighting! Someone could get hurt!But to the locals...Hidan’s cloak gave a glimpse of the bloodbath to come.

He hums, oh how smoothly he hums. It’s almost a purr. Slowly, his head turns to the traveler. “Seems like we’ve been blessed a first hand opportunity.” The way the woman screeches likely bothers him more than what initiated it-- another attack attempted, a cling of metal as a knife is blocked by a scythe. After that, it only hits the friend and the runaway that they’re in deep water, teasing a piranha ravenous. It’s a thing of beauty straight from the river Styx or the fires of Hell, those blades, bisecting a man like you can blow puffs off a dandelion.

“Wait- WAIT-” the traveler beseeches just as the Jashinist enters a fighting stance. He considers the plea, nodding in agreement.

“Ah, yeah.”

She nearly falls down again with the force of the scythe finding her hands.

“Lesson one: grave sin to start a fight that doesn’t end in slaughter.”

“WHAT!”

Suddenly she is the grim reaper to these people, awestruck in fear. “Please, hey-- HEY! WE will leave, okay?! Don’t hurt anyone!”

“I don’t WANT to hurt anyone!” she begs to ears deaf with their pounding hearts. No, wait, NO! everyone prays in turn. Hidan reads her expression intimately; how does it taste, to make others see what they have to lose? She’s full to the brim of whatever Jashin has bestowed upon her soul, arms and lungs trembling with the weight of mortality. It’s like a kitten scared of her own claws. His teeth can feel the pulse of his lip as he bites in anticipation.

It’s just about when someone in the crowd is about to act on her hesitation that a familiar voice growls from behind.

“HIDAN.”

Two chilled hands grab the man by the collar and the woman by the scythe. Kakuzu wasn’t intending on dragging her over; her fault she won’t let go for dear life. She gasps, abruptly across the entire length of the room in a snap, shaky eyes meeting emeralds. They literally see right through her. Immediately she can see she is an object. A hindrance. If Hidan is the grim reaper then Kakuzu is cold uncaring death itself. And death is already tired of this bullshit playing around.

The tall newcomer sighs, gravelly in his throat. “What,” he more states than asks, “Are you doing.”

“Proselytizing, cocksucker!” Kakuzu repeats the first word under his mask, eyes returning to the girl while saying nothing directly to her.

“And this?”

“My disciple!”

He studies her. It’s like if a mouse that hides in the wall became a person.

“...You can’t be serious.” Guy and gal are simultaneously dropped to the floor, all threat forgotten in the crowd as they witness the bizarre show. The masked one starts to leave, and much to her dismay, the prophet takes her by the wrist and follows.

“Can you not respect my fucking beliefs for ONCE!” Hidan shouts at the back of his head as they go under a sunset sky.

“No.”

“KAKUZU!” Okay, so that’s both of their names now, she manages to note. “If you get your pointless bounties then I get this!”

“The hell you do!”

“Fucker!” Hidan spits back. “I saw it in her! This is something Jashin MEANT for me!” He grits his teeth, rationalizing the irrational. “We are all subject to Lord Jashin’s will! Even SHE can kill!”

The traveler only now recognizes how close to the outskirts they were, how if she screamed now, they’re so deep in the trees that the forest floor would dampen the sound. The red sclera stands out on Kakuzu’s face as he turns slowly-- too slowly-- to glare at the two behind them. She is in deep shit.

“I-I-I don’t mean to be trouble! I’ll just—” Politeness be damned, there’s no way out of a zombie’s grasp. Again, Kakuzu glares at her while addressing someone else.

“No expense,” he demands, curdling anger on his tongue. “No slowing us. She needs to do less than exist around me. If I feel a single iota of air shift around her, we are leaving her behind.”

In the woods. To die.

A lot of this comes back to killing or dying, doesn’t it?

She can’t even dare to swallow, while Hidan nonchalantly- roughly- yanks the woman from Kakuzu’s iron hold. “And you call me dramatic.”

Kakuzu doesn’t even have it in him to roll his eyes. He just turns back around, grips his fists to his sides, and walks once again. Hidan lets out a “pfff” in her ear.

“Old bitch.”

This traveler is fully aware she is just a goldfish in a plastic bag from this second on.

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Why, I can't see That I am the "me" That I was born into And what's the source of you?

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Her tired heart won’t even stop pounding now that they’ve settled for the night; in fact, it made this worse. Idleness could mean anything to these people. For sure, at least for one it means that injuring others is entertaining. The other guy feeling at best contempt for her causes the woman to take Kakuzu’s threat very seriously. That’s why it’s such a surprise when a half hour or so into Hidan’s prayers, the masked man speaks to her for the first time.

“How’d he get you into this?”

She gasps lightly, as if any request of her will weigh the worth of her existence. As she hesitates, Kakuzu dips his head, light of the fire slicking over his slashed headband and ghostly gemstone eyes. Thinking better of it, she blinks away the fear and tries to reply.

“He...helped me get out of a bad situation.”

Rustling grass and crickets. She’s guessing if he wants more.

“He...saw me kill someone to get away. And. I guess he liked it.” Her voice is so soft, words not thick like honey but like tar.

“So he didn’t help you at all.”

“It was his weapon,” she states as defense. He murmurs in response. The pages of Kakuzu’s book finish flipping between his fingers, and he’s satisfied that at least as of this moment, she has no price.

“So you don’t want this.”

“I—” the woman holds herself tighter, hands in her lap and flames flickering, leaving as fast as they come. “I don’t. Know.”

“So you don’t.”

“I can HEAR, you bastards.” She suppresses a yelp but not a shiver. Kakuzu only sighs.

“She’s taking you for a ride, Hidan. Know that underneath all of your pointless sentimentality.”

“TCH!”

The silence fills the space between them, suffocating. Is she? Is she taking him for a ride? It never crossed her that way, but it was true. Just sticking around to whatever- whoever- offers a place to cling to. And how did it end up with the first guy? She was lucky that a sore face is the worst she got out of it. So what about this?

They sit in a triangle, both staring at the fire as a glow washes the fronts of midnight-soaked garb. One holds a book in front of his hearts and the other has a pendant to his lips. No one is really happy about all this. What’s the point?

Bravely, gently, the woman shifts up and wanders slowly enough that it’s known she’s not running away. She gets far enough away she believes no one can hear her, if she just speaks under her breath. A cliff is ahead, a clearing of stars over a pit of lush, deep greens stories below and miles beyond. The little noise there is becomes so much louder. Rustling leaves in the wind surely will keep her secret. You can taste the oxygen from so many trees; maybe they will satiate the hunger. Her own heart is sore from racing. Wistfully, she needs peace now, in this quiet, uncaring world that won’t let her rest.

My lover’s got humor

She whispers melodically.

She's the giggle at a funeral

Knows everybody's disapproval

I should've worshiped her sooner

If the Heavens ever did speak

She's the last true mouthpiece

Every Sunday's getting more bleak

A fresh poison each week

Hidan breathes in.

We were born sick

You heard them say it

Hidan breathes out.

My church offers no absolutes

She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"

The only Heaven I'll be sent to

Is when I'm alone with you

I was born sick, but I love it

Command me to be well

Amen

Kakuzu doesn't acknowledge, but he does listen.

Amen

Hidan doesn’t know what it means, but he feels the veneration it carries. Her white-toned dress is spectral in the moonlight, curls of hair played with by the wind.

Amen

She prays for something she doesn’t know.

Amen

#akatsuki x reader #hidan x reader #kakuzu x reader #hidan imagine #kakuzu imagine #ASWTN fic #songfic #i haven't written like this in years but i think these tags are fine #im trying to make a new AO3 for this so dw if it shows up there in a week too

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kagami--uchiha · 10 months

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"When Jashin sings with all his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?" — Kiyoto to Babymi (sounds like some dumb shit he'd say)

Slowly, very slowly blue eyes opened again, looking up at the man on whose lap his head had found some comfort. Seeking this kind of warmth still seemed to be so foreign to Kiyoto and yet, to Kagami, it didn't seem like he would mind. So as long as the Jashinist didn't tell him otherwise, he would use any chance he got to gather up some very well needed physical contact.

Fo a moment he thought about that question, it was rather spiritual, so.. was the turtle more meant as a metaphor? "So.. no matter how weak my sacrifices or prayers might be.. he would still accept me along the others to sing his melodies?" It's not as if Kagami didn't want to offer more to the god that more and more took space into his everyday life, he followed into footsteps of someone who taught him the ways of the religion that it even helped him to find comfort in it.

Comfort away from a horrible past.

Yet he felt that the prayers he made, the rituals he prepared and the sacrifices he sent couldn't be enough .. since he is lacking the strength of a shinobi.. the strenght of someone able to bring greater things to his god. ".. I know that I-.. shouldn't question his ways.. but I feel inadequate Infront of him.. like a bunny offering a dandelion while the lions bring fourth pounds of meat."

#≪•◦ ❈roleplay❈ ◦•≫#Kiyoto!!! <3

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akatsukitrash · 2 years

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For the headcanon compilation thing: Hidan

a lesson they learned in their childhood:

He's alone and unwanted in a violent world he doesn't understand, and the only way he can possibly have a place in it and respect and attention and maybe even love is if he's a perfect shinobi, a killing machine with no emotions who obeys every order and kills more of his humanity in each mission, because the village is everything and loyalty for it is absolute, and he's nothing but a tool who kills and will die for it. He learns that he's a shinobi, and that it's the only thing that matters.

a reason they have for getting out of bed each morning:

When he was still a loyal shinobi to Yugakure, it was either training or missions. When he was living in the temple of Jashin, it was his rituals. In the Akatsuki, it's Kakuzu.

a fear:

He fears being forgotten, replaced, ignored and discarded. He'll take hate because at least it means the person feels something towards him, gives him some kind of attention. It's the reason behind his provocative jabs at Kakuzu, Deidara and Pein. Deep down, he's just trying to be seen by them, and the only way he knows how to be seen is with hatred.

a strength:

He's loyal. Say anything about Hidan, if there is a quality he has, it's his loyalty. He will never betray someone he's given his loyalty to, not even for Jashin or for his survival. He'll commit a deadly sin just because Kakuzu wants more cash. He'll insult Pein to his face but do his bidding at the risk of his life. Earn that man's loyalty and he'll spit in the face of the gods for you, and won't even ask for a reward.

how they think others perceive them:

He knows people think he's loud, stupid, rude and unruly. It both pains him and satisfies him because at least he makes them think of him. He knows Kakuzu sees him as smart, loyal, strong, and capable of so much more, but sometimes he can't help but be insecure, and he doesn't know better way to bond with him than be annoying. He thinks his victims sees him as a prophet and liberator.

how they perceive themselves:

It's complex. He's aware that he's handsome, but resents inheriting his father's features. He knows he's smart, but likes to pretend to be stupid to make people underestimate him. He genuinely believes he's the only true shinobi, and a man chosen by Jashin to bring salvation to his victims.

whether or not they consider themselves a ‘decent’ person:

He doesn't care about that. Shinobis are tool, they're not supposed to be good or bad. Just effective.

a temptation / proclivity they have:

His temptation is love. He dreams in secret of being accepted and loved unconditionally, with all his sadism and rough edges and loudness. He doesn't want to get attached, but he can't help but find himself worry when Kakuzu's in danger, or when Akemi takes too long in a mission, or when Deidara accidently drinks Sasori's poison (don't ask how it happened, this is just what happens when you live with a self-centered poison master who forgets people aren't puppets and drink from unlabelled glasses).

an alternate career to what they have in canon (if applicable):

If all the traumatic bullshit that happened to him didn't, he probably would've become an actor (he looks like an albino Tomohisa Yamashita in my hc so he certainly has the face for it), or maybe a blacksmith because he always admired uniquely crafted weapons.

how they waste time:

He goes over prayers he normally doesn't have the time to get to, or he naps. He also has an extensive skincare routine that puts Patrick Bateman to shame.

#hidan #lycentropy #thank you!! this is fun

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kyofunojashin · 1 year

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𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖒 𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.

I have studied Jashinism and its origins for a long time and have published what I found out on my blog. Why did I do this? Because there are actually people who believe that Jashinism is real. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒥𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓈𝓂: What immediately struck me during my research were the different forms of Jashinism. I will briefly introduce them to you: ~ The plants, flies & animals sacrificing Jashinists ~ The Immortal Jashinists ~ The peaceful Jashinists Fly, ok. They can feel pain. Other small animals too. But plants have been shown to have no pain receptors. What would be the point of sacrificing them? Animals being slaughtered for gods or for religious festivals is nothing new. But Jashin explicitly requires HUMAN SACRIFICES and that they SUFFER before they are killed. And that this god doesn't make all of his disciples immortal should be clear, if you've dealt with Naruto a bit. Hidan is the ONLY immortal Jashinist thanks to a secret experiment. And it should be clear to everyone that a religion whose God can be translated as "Evil God", "Evil Heart" oder "False God" cannot be peaceful. The name of the god is not changed by the (wrong) interpretation of the religion. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓃𝑜 𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒: To date, people who considered themselves Jashinists had no proof of the existence of this religion. Until one day a user named Andrew wrote in a Jashinforum about the book "Inshi to Jashin", translated as "False Gods & the Shrine of Evil". This book was written by Tetsuyo Wada and only exists three times in this world. That's why it was difficult for me to get more information. Andrew wrote that "Jashinists" found it difficult to practice their religion, because the Japanese persecuted sects. However, Pseudiom did the work for me with his YouTube video. Apparently he was able to track down Andrew and found out what's really behind "Inshi to Jashin". What can I say? The supposed Jashinisten were Christians who were persecuted because of their religion and therefore could not live it out. Japan has not accepted any other religion in the country apart from Shintoism. That's why the title is also called "False Gods &...". This would refute the first and last proof of a really existing Jashinism. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒥𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓈𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓌: Jashinism is a combination of Christianity and the Buddhist goddess Kali. And here is the evidence: ~ The Jashin symbol is reminiscent of the Yantra of Kali. There is not a single other symbol that even remotely resembles the Jashin symbol. It is important to note that although Hidan speaks of his kami (male god), the triangle in the circle represents femininity. If Jashin were a goddess, it would be called Megami. ~ Kali is the goddess of death, destruction and renewal. Human sacrifices were also offered to her again and again. During my research, I came across the Thuggee Brotherhood, a group of thieves who are said to have attacked and brutally killed people. They are said to have worshiped Kali. Presumably they were the templates for jashinists. ~ Hidan speaks of a Church of Jashin. Churches are places of worship used only by Christians, Catholics and Protestants. No other religion has churches. but have other places of worship. Buddhists, Islamists as well as Christians use a prayer chain. Even I got one for my communion. If you or you want to be a Jashinist, then you are welcome to be. As long as you only sacrifice plants and not people, I really don't care. But Jashinism never existed and is an invention of Naruto mangaka Masashi Kishimoto. Anyone who claims otherwise is welcome to support their statements with correct evidence. Thank you for reading. Your Kyofu no Jashin

#jashinism #jashin #Hidan #akastuki #jashinist

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zealctry · 1 year

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anon asked: *shakes you* tell us more about the symbolism in jashinism. you mentioned a lotus once?? elaborate, por favor.

( flowers in Hidan's religion, let's goo. )

i. AGAVE.

so agave plants are native to the Caribbean and the Americas, but this is my fantasy world and I do what I want, so now they are also found within the Naruto world because I said so ( mostly because the symbolism is beautiful and appropriate, let me live a little ). that said, whilst several species of agave exist, the one that is most interesting as a symbol in Jashinism would be the Agava Americana, often ( incorrectly ) termed the ‘century plant’ ; sun-loving, the plant grows slowly, over several decades ( just like humans on their journey to spiritual enlightenment ) , eventually reaching majestic proportions ( it’s not unusual for leaves to reach up to 1 m! ). it is long-lived, up to 5 decades, and it is monocarpic – it only blooms once, producing a very tall, branched flower stalk. as such, blooming signals impending death. upon the start of blooming, the middle leaves gather together like hands in prayer, the upright leaves surrounding an emerging bud. the bud is atop an ever-lengthening stalk ( several meters tall! ) that stretches tall toward the sky ( much like the disciples' souls and devotion ). upon flowering, the plant will die, but not before producing numerous seeds & offshoots, which easily propagate it ( for a disciple of Jashin, the parallels are clear: once one reaches enlighten and accomplishes their role on this earth to a satisfactory degree, they will finally be allowed to be put down to rest .. . .whilst going out in a spectacual way, at the peak of their glory. yet one is replaced by many via spreading the word & practices in the world. ) random facts: much like jashinists, agave plants thrive on a bit of neglect and can be aggressive ( as their sap is irritating and sometimes have sharp thorns which can cause injuries to children and pets. ) cultivation at home is both allowed and encouraged ( the plant's blooming is an occasion to rejoice, especially if it coincides with a hoursehold event ).

ii. LOTUS.

shame on me, because this is actually a twist on concepts held by many ; the lotus flower is held in high esteem across several current world religions, and although there are some variations, it is generally considered a symbol of purity, spiritual awakening, and strength — the latter two being most important to the discussion here, as well. lotuses take root within muddy ponds and, through resilience, persistence, and strength, raise through the murky waters to bask in the light ( of knowledge ) and bloom with unblemished perfection. as such, they are regarded as a symbol of being able to rise above the murkiness of everyday life. further, the way in which a lotus blooms is beautiful: the ( ignorant, unenlightened soul ) bud unfolds its petals in turns, gradually, and its bright yellow center is the last to be revealed ( the soul opening itself up to the divine truth that was hitherto hidden ; self-actualization & enlightenment through stages ). in Jashinism, the symbolism is twofold: 1. showing persistence and resilience to pierce through the muddy waters of ignorance and 2. all life is, at its root ( just like the mud & murky waters ), suffering/ugliness/unrest that one must bear and pierce through ; no mud? no lotus. ( the lotus showing admirable resilience throughout its growth to its bloom being pretty much equated to the journey of spiritual growth ). resilience, in general, is a key factor: the lotus has an incredible amount of will ; a seed can withstand the absence of water for literally thousands of years, yet still germinate ( both an encouragement for persistence and resilience, and the concept that it is never too late to bloom/start upon the spiritual journey/convert – the young, the old, all are welcome )! random facts: red lotuses most prized. cultivation is not allowed ; lotus flowers, stems, leaves, or roots may not be either picked or ingested. seeds may be consumed ( either raw or roasted, and they are delicious ).

iii. IPOMOEA / MORNING GLORY.

one of the rare true sky-blue flowers, with a white & golden yellow center. the flowers open at dawn ( representing the light through which truth emerges ) and die out at dusk ( representing the inevitable death one owes at birth ). the flower of the will of god, chewing its seeds may help you commune with him. ( fun fact — don't do drugs unless you're fully informed of wtf you're doing— these seeds contain a hallucinogenic compound, D-lysergamide, which induces psychedelic effects when consumed in high enough amounts. consumption can also cause severe stomach upsets and suicidal ideation, so it's a freaking Russian roulette. )

other worthwhile mentions: thistle.

#hc.#( writing down thoughts you've had #floating around for years is such a weird experience.#in threads it's one thing but like this it's another.#i could write a book.#love it or hate it these are still my hc's and they will float around in existence.#forever. )

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scurriilous · 2 years

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝟎𝟎𝟏: 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐒

ᴾᴿᴼᴸᴼᴳᵁᴱ The telling of Hidan’s descent into Jashinism and the night he performs The Blood Oath to harness the ability of his infamous curse jutsu.

WARNINGS: blood, gore, pregnancy, unborn child death, ritualistic murder, homicidal youth, blood drinking etc.

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Born to a whore who loved him the only way she knew how ; with sugary cereals for breakfast, rated R movies, and lipstick kisses that stained his cheeks and forehead. She was a shitty mother - but at least she meant well.

Born to a hero of war who, had his Mistress given him the autonomy, would have left Hidan a pile of biohazardous waste at the nearest infirmary. After all, he had his own trophy wife and son of wedlock to care for. Hidan almost didn’t believe his mother when she told him he was his father. The man was an elite member of Yugakure known for his brave and noble acts that served to protect their precious village, it didn’t make sense for someone of his caliber to plant his seed in some harlot’s belly ; but alas, the Gallant and the Bastard shared the same bright, lavender eyes.

❝ Fucker thinks he’s big and bad, ❞ Mother would seethe, ❝ With his two inch cock and prissy old wife ... What kind of man abandons his own kid? ❞ Like many other evenings, she later worked the street corner and left her kid at home.

Too often left to his own devices, a seven year old Hidan became targeted and groomed by a religious cult that praised a God known as ‘Jashin’. An impressionable, still developing brain soon became washed and warped to their preachings. They told stories of peace and harmony through human sacrifice ; claiming that pain was inevitable and only those who truly understood it were capable and obligated to rid the world of it.

❝ Oracles have spoken of a BLOOD OATH between a servant and Lord Jashin. It’s the ultimate sacrifice of FIVE HUMANS - consisting of virgins and your own kin. Nobody has ever successfully managed to prove their worthiness, but it is said that he who does, will achieve the status of High Priesthood, and become unkillable. ❞

❝ So... how does the blood oath work? ❞ Asks a curious Hidan, to which the Priest replies,

❝ There’s no recipe book for these things, kid. Legend says you just know. And should Jashin accept your offering, he’ll tell you himself. ❞

By the time Hidan was eleven he had already selected his victims.

❝ Are you excited to meet your little sister, Hidan? ─ Only a few more weeks now. ❞

Passing trade had impregnated his mother once again. Funny thing: the magic of fertility, giving her the ability to bear another child while one lives neglected and indignant.

His mother made one, Unborn sister made two, Father’s ‘legitimate’ child made three, Random, female classmate Miyo made four, & DADDY DEAREST made five.

They were easy to gather, bound and gag ; even the patriarch who was found stumbling home from the local tavern. The bar fly hardly batted a drunken eye when the juvenile tucked himself beneath his arm under the guise of a helpful citizen, only to lure him into the woods with the others and line them youngest to oldest in a semi circle.

See a boy walk like an EXECUTIONER, prowling behind his victims like this was no more than a twisted little game of duck duck goose. Angel-faced and brandishing a farmer’s stolen scythe, DEATH took care of the virgins first. Next was the caregiver. A small, nimble hand comes to rest upon her crown as she stares up at him with prayerful eyes, begging, crying and asking WHY. Not a single hint of regret was found in those bright, violet hues of his, childlike words spoken with chilling monotone:

❝ I see your pain, Mom. I understand it. ❞

One swipe at the throat - and the untimely death of two reduces his bloodline. Hear now the muffled vocals of the strapping crusader to the right of them, yowls suggesting that only now has he come to terms with the fact that this was the crusade in which he’d die. The youth’s attention lingers on his mother as she chokes on blood and spit, tied limbs fighting for release to clutch at the gaping, flooding wound, before slowly pivoting to lock eyes with his father.

BEHOLD: the man of the hour ! The golden goose ! The giver of genetics that endowed eyes of a mulberry hue ! It came time for his progeny to claim their POUND OF FLESH. Nostrils flaring, the child levels himself so he may grab the chin of the older male and force him to drink in the sight of his slain, preferred son.

❝ Not so tough now, are ya? ‘The hero of hot water.’ Ha ! Look at you. So pathetic and helpless. You couldn’t even save him. Just watched as I slit his throat like FUCKING SWINE !!! ❞

But the parent was too drunk to react how Hidan wanted him to. Where was the fight? The confrontation? The fruit of his infidelity is spitting in his face and still he refuses to acknowledge him, capable of only carrying blitzed out, hysterical sobbing and screams in the direction of his favorite pupil. This enrages Hidan, a sandaled foot STRIKING his face in a childish gall.

( Why won’t you ever look at me ? ) Tears start to prickle the corners of his eyes. He fights them off with a savage swing of his scythe.

His father was nearly decapitated by the perpetual blows. His mother’s body pooled the most blood. Miyo looked peaceful - his half brother looked stupid.

There’s no recipe book for these things ; so the kid just does what feels right. The HEART, he decides, is where pain is born, so that’s where he will draw and drink their blood. He spends hours slashing through flesh, muscle and fatty tissue, sawing pitifully at bone - soon he gives up and uses his fingers to try and pry his way into the membranes of their thoracic cavities. Small limbs give their all as they fight to disembowel the deceased ; with such little knowledge of human anatomy it’s impossible for him to know which organ is which. Everything is slimy, oddly shaped and smells of a putrid ROT. One wrong poke and foul, unknown fluids would spew from the corpse and coat his skin and clothes, but still Hidan perseveres, working his way through the butchery of each sacrifice until he felt satisfied he had located their heart ( or at least a collection of things that could be the heart, especially in the case of the younger sacrifices )

Each dripping, bloody tissue is ripped open by hand, then lifted to grant his tongue a taste of sanguine fluid. It tastes horrible, he winces at every gulp, but swallows with determination. At this point, the poor boy was so fatigued he could hardly find the strength to drag the hollow organs against the earth to paint his religion’s sigil: an encircled inverted triangle.

Just as the final lines meet, Hidan collapses, his stomach heaving its contents - all bile and blood - either his body’s way of rejecting the ingestion of gore or a symptom of overexertion. Like some twisted trip of a psilocybin, the world around him begins to spin and lose axis, body weightless, vision warping and spotting. Right before he can lose consciousness his bloody hands raise into his line of sight, palms open, reading:

REJOICE ;

It worked.

Trembling, he takes in the image of stark colorings on his skin: charcoal black with ivory skeletal markings. A presence is felt looming above him - shadow attribute - but just as he attempts to cast his eyes toward the heavens, all the world goes BLACK.

When he awakens, he’s padlocked in an infirmary cell with blood of the damned still caking his chops and nail beds. The Reaper grins a smile that’s bigger than his mouth.

That day he etches a tally into the wall. |

#⎊; smote them hip and thigh with a great slaughter. ( headcanons )#[ if you squint past the gore theres some backstory in there #which! if you are not comfortable reading but are interested in knowing some pieces of hidan's history #let me know and i will gladly explain it ^^#sorry im fucked up ]#[ also i realize this is more of a drabble than a headcanon but #the tag is already made and i am lazy ]#[ either way this was fun to write ]

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loveoaths · 2 years

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@fightingdreamcrs / @resolutepath requested: plots please! [hands u muses from fightingdreamcrs or here!]

rubs my hands together. you got it boss.

jashin & shikadai.

there is something dark in the woods, and it knows your name: okay okay okay, LISTEN. i have had a headcanon for awhile now that jashin curses the nara clan after the death of hidan, one of their beloved dark priests and child of the faith. just as shikamaru targeted their child, jashin targets shikadai. their goal is to take him away from his father, be it through indoctrination, madness, or death; but they do not tell shikadai who they are, because they're playing the long game. this plot has the feeling of satan tempting jesus in the desert, of the devil going to down to georgia, of a crossroads demon facing a boy lost at a fork in the road. what i like about this idea is the concept of noble temptation and intellectual corruption.

jashin appeals to the logical part of shikadai's brain, while also slowly teasing out the more emotional parts of him he's never truly been able to express. shikadai is watching boruto, sarada, kawaki, and others face increasingly life-or-death situations; wouldn't he like the power of jashin to defeat his enemies? to protect his family? to save his father? doesn't he wish he could have the best of both worlds, and be a good son and shinobi, while also enjoying the forbidden fruit of life: ryogi, dissension, more freedom? being a noble son is hard. being a shinobi is hard. jashin can provide an outlet for that, or at least introduce the concept of more in a physical way. i'm rambling now, but charlie, just imagine all the nara boys shikadai's age getting sick one month; nothing totally life threatening, but one of them coughs up something black and sickly-sweet smelling, and something about it makes shikadai feel on edge. imagine him being troubled and going on a walk in the nara forest to clear his mind. imagine him noticing how quiet the deer are, how they're all avoiding a small copse where the trees are closer together and the air heavier with wet earth. imagine him smelling that sickly sweet smell again, and watching a young buck stagger unnaturally into the copse. he follows. kneels beside it as it draws its last breath, leaking black ooze from its nose and eyes. out of mercy, shikadai slits its throat to put it out of its misery and closes its eyes, lays it to the ground, and whispers a prayer. only for the stag to raise its head and look at him and say, "HOW SWEET YOUR MERCY, SON OF NARA." just imagine it, charlie. just. imagine.

shizuma & kagura.

we've discussed them so much and i hope we continue discusisng them forever, but i really want to know what would have happened if kagura had not been strong enough to stand up to shizuma during the kirigakure mission. is kagura regretfully the new mizukage with shizuma as both his bodyguard and the muscle to keep him in line?

additionally, what would a role swap look like with them, where kagura is the older one and shizuma is his ( rotten ) fan?

shizuma & shikadai.

i don't have anything specific for them, but i do think they'd be fascinating. shikadai is the stronger strategist by far, but shizuma is cunning the way an animal is, and is unpredictable. i think a scenario where the coup doesn't happen/hasn't happened yet and shizuma is sent to konoha to homestay with the naras would be chaotic in a very fun way. particularly because shikadai could learn a lot about large-scale army mobilizing from shizuma, who, for all his many faults, is a very gifted warrior and general-type. we'd have to figure out what their end goals are, but i think there is a fun nugget in here somewhere.

ryogi & kagura.

ah, the thief and the knight, together again! i love these two. you mentioned ryogi being able to separate kagura from the shinobi life, and i wholeheartedly agree. they could go on a journey together! or, after ryogi escapes konoha's prison, he realizes he at least needs to be as strong as shinobi to defeat them, and winds up in kirigakure learning under kagura. if ryogi has just been rejected by shikadai and kagura has just been heartbroken by the coup attempt, then these two very bitter/heartbroken boys could find some real comfort and community with each other. also, as a liar himself, ryogi could provide insight into shizuma's mind to help kagura grieve and get over his betrayal.

ryogi & shikadai.

we've talked about them so much, but i somehow have never mentioned a future verse where ryogi becomes the Lord of Whirlpools ( new uzushio )??? i imagine these two meeting again many years after their break-up, with shikadai as advisor to the hokage etc and ryogi as the young leader of a new village-state, to be fraught with tension... but also, a lot of growth and opportunities to re-meet each other. additional drama: shikadai is sent to uzushio on a mission to meet the new lord of whirlpools and is totally blindsided when he realizes it's ryogi. however, ryogi is using a fake identity and pretending not to recognize shikadai. shikadai thinks this is another one of ryogi's grifts gone too far, but the truth is there is a much bigger plot underway, and now shikadai has once again gotten himself caught in ryogi's storm.

haku & naruto.

my og otp from way back in the day... these two have a lot to learn from each other. haku has to learn how to see themself as a human being, and naruto needs to see that he is allowing himself to be used as a tool in the shinobi system. however all this learning happens subconciously as they become friends for real after haku relocates to konoha. i like to imagine that haku is one of naruto's early crushes, which gives all of their interactions a fun, rosy tint... lmk what you think. :eyes:

kimimaro & naruto.

okay this is my politics-loving brain talking here, but kimimaro and naruto are both brainwashed. kimimaro is brainwashed into believing orochimaru, and naruto is brainwashed into believing the will of fire. the truth is that both of these ideologies are very dangerous at their roots, and for naruto to reach his true potential as a paradigm-shifter he needs to understand that. these two are both too dumb to know they're brainwashed, but i think they'd see the other one as an idiot and would realize it that way. additionally, seeign how fucked up kimimaro is could lend naruto insight into how sasuke feels, which, no matter how much naruto believes he and sasuke are the same, he just doesn't have. by befriending kimimaro, naruto would be a better ally to and friend for sasuke. this taking place in shippuden would be choice.

tanjiro & haku.

i still need to write up haku's kny verse, but essentially they are from a tribe that found a way to control demons temporarily before they were destroyed by superstitious townsfolk and, potentially, other slayers. tanjiro could learn of this and seek haku out to try and find a way to cure nezuko. meanwhile, haku has their own goals... which i have not come up with yet... but that's a start? i don't care what we do i just want tanjiro. they are my baby now.

tanjiro & kimimaro.

i have zero plots for this but they seem like insane people who deserve to be locked into a room together. tanjiro is so nice and kimimaro is so Not Nice. i want to know if tanjiro can friend no jutsu kimimaro or if he will get beat to death with a bloody femur :)

zenitsu & haku.

same as above tbh except haku is nice to zenitsu while zenitsu is bonkers. alternate idea: haku is a demon? has demon blood? something strange like genya? but befriends genya, who dances between being freaked out to being delighted that someone pretty is giving him the time of day.

zenitsu & shizuma.

just because i'm mean, what if shizuma is a demon who loves the smell of fear, and since zenitsu is scared all the time, zenitsu winds up with a terrifying shark on his heels. this is an odd couple comedy duo waiting to happen.

#i once again forgot to tlk about anko and ki.mimaro but know they're on my mind and in my heart. anko is assigned to help deprogram kimimar #after he is picked up half-dead by konoha agents #JUST A THOUGHT #answered.#answered: ooc.#are these answers supposed to be this long or am i doing this wrong.#fightingdreamcrs #resolutepath #long post #queue.

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