Naruto 1. Chapter 1

Heathens! Heathens the lot of them! Burying him in a god damned hole, in the god damned forest for near twenty years! How dare they! Damn the leaf, damn the Nara boy! Damn the lot of them! Every one of these things crossed the mind of the silver haired jashinest. He was blown to bits, thousands of bits by the Nara boy, but by grace of his god, his loving savior and holy lord, he was free. Emaciated, but free. He'd woken up back together again ten fucking feet down sore and angry. His silver hair was long and dirty, his finger nails much the same, and he desperately wanted a meal and hot bath.

"Lord jashin," the once great priest spoke aloud as he stumbled through the forest, "I know it is not my place, but may I ask why you have given me such a gracious gift?"

When he received no answer, he understood it was not his place to know.

He was damn near passing out when he came upon a nomadic tribe, probably some sort of circus people by the looks of it, making camp in a clearing field. large wagons that almost made a person feel bad for the horses that pulled them formed a circle around an outrageously dangerous sized fire. It was nearly nightfall now, the sun set beautifully on the horizon painting the sky a bright orange, blending with the flames. It was then he realized he was surrounded by fire fires, millions of them.

What a new, gorgeous world this was, it was almost as if nothing had changed. Hidan never noticed himself fading. He fell then, face planting into the tall grass around him in the field.

Groaning, the silver haired exAkatsuki woke. His hair, a bit less dirty now but still just as long hung in his face. He got the odd sensation of moving all of a sudden, whatever he was riding in hit a bump, jolsting the man fully awake.

It was dark, he noticed, he lay sort of on a day bed, a kitchen about three feet to his left, a wall behind him and in front of him. He could make out all sorts of knickknacks, large tacky fake jems, string of all colors and lengths, mirrors and other shiny objects nailed to every wall. The moving home it seemed hit another bump, Hidan sat up, only to knock his head on the lowered ceiling over the day bed.

"God damn it," he hissed, holding the forming goose egg. He was glad to be rid of Kakazu, though in a way he missed the bickering. Kakuzu probably would have insulted Hidan's intelligence by now, and frankly Hidan did not need to be reminded he was an idiot. Not that he was an idiot, ohh, never mind.

"You awake?" He heard a female voice call and suddenly the room flooded with light. A sliding door only about three feet square opened to the front of the tiny room, which he found to be inside of a carriage, probably one of the wagons he'd seen, judging by the moving scenery and horse's ass in his line of view.

Most importantly though, he was meet by a smiling face. Long hair framed the youthful face before him. Her eyes were the prettiest shade of lavender he'd ever seen, and that hair, he thought, was very unique, white, just like his own with perhaps a tint of pink. Just what the fuck is this all about?

"I was beginning to think you were dead," she joked, showing off her perfectly crooked smile, "you been out for a whole four days, you hungry?"

The priest was quick to nod yes, a deep scowl taking over his face. The girl, after tying her long driving reins to a stick on the drivers seat, hopping though the square panel and shuffled things around on a shelf just under where she entered. He got a good look at her then, she couldn't be more than sixteen, maybe seventeen, not too shabby on the curves either.

Ducking this time, he swung his feet over the edge of the bed, only to discover the cloths he wore were not his own.

"My uncle found you in the grass not to far from camp," she spoke with a voice like gold, soft and sweet but firm and factual, "we figured you were in some sort of trouble, so we hid you in this wagon."

He wasn't really listening, he was more focused on the red cloth she was handing him. After unwrapping it, he found what he assumed to be home made bread and jerky. She went to the back of the wagon then, opening what sounded like another door. More light came from that direction and he decided it was another door or window out the back. She came back with a tin cup of water, but he was already eating. More like inhaling actually.

"Your gonna puke if you keep that up," she scolded, "I ain't got no bucket."

She was right, he decided as his stomach twisted, he felt his stomach muscles contract but stopped himself just short of vomiting. He grimaced and slowed down a bit. After starving so long, his stomach was not so accustomed to food anymore . A hand extended in his direction, and he took it after starring at it for several seconds. He look up at her smiling face yet away as she gave him a firm handshake.

"Amira," she beamed.

"Hidan," he replied flatly. He bit off another piece of jerky, chewing toughly before having another look around. Behind her, he noticed himself in a broken mirror.

"I look like death," he noted narrowing his eyes at his reflection, and he did indeed know what death looked like. What happened to his beauty? His muscled appearance and devilish good looks?

"Probably ought to do something with the rest of you when we get stopped tonight, you can get a proper bath and I'll cut that hair if you want," Amira offered, but he said nothing, only looked down at his skinny pale fingers. After lingering a moment she was gone, back though the sliding door with the reins in hand. He didn't see her again until they stopped that night, though the ache in his stomach remained.

He could hear a flute playing as he felt the jolt of the carriage wheels stopping. He could hear rustling and boots crunching on the ground as yet another light source opened.

"Come on out," he heard Amira call, and eager to stretch his legs, he stood up, ducking this time. Getting up shakily and moving to the right, he could now see around the wall. Down two small steps, a worn blue door with a shiny brass knob was open, revealing the world to Hidan. Every colored horse moved past this door, some large work horses, some tiny ponies, and then came the tents, every color cloth in the rainbow was present, and as he emerged from the carriage, he discovered an elephant, believe it or not, that was being used as a jungle gym for three little kids as another woman tended to a mother and baby giraffe on the left side of the caravan, on the right, an irritated male lion, proud as he was a pretty, paced nervously in a iron barred cage. Zebras and camels, moneys and dogs alike milled with the people, when finally he noticed Amira, coming towards him between the people in the crowed camp.

" I found something for you stomach here," she said handing him a dirt covered root and a bar of soap, "creek is down that hill."

Scowling, the jashinist took both, and headed to said creek.

Why did he have to find such an annoying girl? An annoyingly beautiful girl. An amazingly beautiful, annoying girl. She treated him like a child! He was a grown ass man! He didn't need anyone else's help, he needed to make a sacrifice, the circus people would do nicely, and lay in a pool of blood for a while, that was all, and maybe have a snack later too actually. Yes, they'd scream like stuck pigs, whine like a dieing dog, yowling like they were on deaths door, and he would love every minute of it.

"Hidan, is that any way to thank her for her hospitality?" His gods voice echoed in his head. The priest immediately dropped to his knees, hands clasped over his heart in prayer.

"Lord jashin I only wish to please you," he said aloud, looking around for something to slit his wrists, anything.

"Not now, my son, your place on earth is much different now," his god answered, so the white haired man settled for drawing the symbol of his faith on his chest with his finger after clutching for his pendant that wasn't there.

"Please, I beg of you lord jashin, guide me, for I am lost," Hidan begged, but his god did not answer. Confused, Hidan sat on his knees for a little while longer before standing. He then resumed what he was doing, continuing his way to the river. Just what the fuck was he supposed to be doing if he wasn't sacrificing?

Washing up, standing waist deep in the steady stream, Hidan couldn't help but feel something was amiss. Lord Jashin always gave him guidance, lord Jashin always gave him praise, but now his god was flooring him to do something much different, and he wasn't entirely sure what that was.

Not to say Hidan was stupid, but he certainly wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, but certainly he could see it had something to do with his mirror image in famine fourm. He decided to quiz her when he returned.

Redressing now, he went over everything he knew in his head. One, he was alive, but the Akatsuki, he assumed, was no longer. Two, he was in a wonderful position since no one knew him, plus free food and a place to stay with the nomads. Three, his lord and a plan for him, and he supposed he would have to figure it out himself.

Hidan had eaten the root a while ago, and besides making him feel bloated, it solved his pre existing problem of what felt like colic. He almost stomped back into camp only to shut himself back up in the wagon. He tried his best to ignore the dull roar outside, and then the literal lions roar every few minutes. He was sure night had come by the time his dinner came. He could see Amira's shadow by the light from the fire, and an oil lamp turned on over head. She shut the door and lit a few more, all while Hidan watched. His eyebrows were raised which gave his bored and tired expression a look of interest.

"What are you doing?" He asked calmly to her turned back, he was feeling tired again now.

"Ah! He speaks! I was beginning to think I was getting the cold shoulder!" She said with a giggle, but when he didn't respond, she gave him the answer, " I'm fixing up your dinner a little."

A few moments later he has a tin bowl of thin soup in his hands. The broth was a greenish yellow color and the vegetables and herbs in it were clear to the naked eye. As his sifted though it he noticed no meat. That mean either they were vegetarians, or were too poor and unskilled to get any. He assumed the later.

"How do I know for sure you didn't poison it?" He asked, smelling a small spoonful. it didn't smell strange.

"Why would I do that?" She asked, sounding sincere, and that was all he needed. If this soup was a pool he would have jumped in off of the diving board it spooned it into his mouth so fast. He swallowed about three spoon fulls before he spat it out. the first two went directly down his throat not even tasting, but on the third, he realized it tasted like shit!

"What the fuck is this? Horse piss?" He asked, shoving the bowl back into her arms and spilling a bit on the floor. Amira acted suppressed if not a little frustrated. She'd taken care of him this long and graciously given him her own bed and he had the nerve to insult her aunts cooking?

"Alright then, fine, don't eat at all, I swear the nerve of some people!" she mocked, and the silver haired jashinist was on her in an instant, pale hands around her neck, squeezing the life out of her. She choked and gasped and at one point tried to scream but it came out as a ragged breathe. He was going to kill her, that was that and Jashin would be pleased with such a pretty young thing, that was until, he felt a twinge of pain in his head suddenly come on. The older man dropped to the ground taking things out as he went, screaming all the way. His head! My god the pain in his head!

He said nothing and the pain continued, spreading further down his neck and into his arms, a searing, aching, throbbing, pain that made a ritual look like a walk in the park.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Hidan finally screeched, and the pain was gone. Panting, Hidan looked up at Amira who was taken aback. She was a young girl, she probably knew nothing of jashinisum or true pain.

"Apologize to her Hidan," his gods voice echoed in his head. He quickly responded.

"I'm, I'm sorry," Hidan sucked in a deep breathe after he spoke, "god damn," he said in the exhale.

"Your ok…" Amira said quietly, now rethinking her concent to let the man stay with her, " you sick your somethin'?"

Hidan opened his mouth to speak, though he found he was unable to speak. He tried a few more times before he simply nodded. Lord Jashin did not want the priest to tell her about his religion he resolved.

"That's ok, I am too," she smilied and helped him to sit up on the bed. Her uncle opened the door a few moments later to check on her, The whole caravan was probably wondering the same, though she dismissed him quickly.

"You don't look too damn sick," he noted, trying to strike up conversation. He was drawn to her warm personality, her acceptance of him when she barely knew him. He was drawn to her eyes and he was compelled to find out more about her.

"I can't have babies," she explained, " that's why my husband divorced me."

He assumed an aranged marriage, girls are often married off young in these nomadic tribes, and he wondered if that's why this girl lived with her uncle. Though he knew little about these people, more than a few came though his town on vacation and he knew kids were important to them. Weather that was a disowning offense he didn't know.

"You ever been married?" She asked, attempting to hand him back the soup calmly, and this time he took it. He shook his head no, trying not to grimace as he swallowed. Why did it matter if he was rude to her? Why did it matter if he ate this shit? He should demand a better meal! But he didn't.

"So, uh, not to sound stupid or nothing," Hidan grunted after a particularly nasty bite of soup, "but haven't you noticed that we look a lot alike?"

"Do we?" She deadpanned, she couldn't really be that stupid could she?

"Well, I know our eyes are the same, but I mean, my hair is bleached this color, and," she began to babble but he cut her off.

"Okay, okay, shut up," he sighed, face palming. Hidan attempted to again tell her that his lord had brought them together but was unable again to mention anything about it.

"You okay?" She asked but it was meet by another sigh.

"Fine, listen, i just need to pray for a while," Hidan put his bowl down on the daybed and stood up. There wasn't much room in the carriage, so while Amira shuffled to the side, she directed him to to the door. The violet eyed man huffed, as if he didn't know where the door was.

Hidan stalked off into the field. He needed to get away, he needed to clear his head. Weaving though a very small wood lot a dirt deer path he found himself on a cliff. There must be a waterfall nearby, judging by the odd placement of the formation however he couldn't hear anything. It was silent save for the crickets.

The moon was huge from where he stood, it was almost as if he could reach out and touch it. So large and pale, sort of like his dick, he laughed immaturely. For a moment after he noticed them, Hidan couldn't tell the difference between the fire flys and the stars. But after having to swat the Mosquitos away, he resolved to get his prayer done and not bother with bugs.

Hidan got to his knees and bowed his head, his hands on the ground in a bowing position.

"Lord Jashin, I do not have a sacrifice for you, so I am unsure if you will listen," he spoke aloud. When his god did not answer, he was unsure of what else to say. He continued anyway.

"You do not wish for me to speak of you to her, and I do not understand why. I am lost my lord, I fail to see my my purpose. Have I not pleased you in my past? Do you demand more sacrifices?"

"Hidan," Jashin spoke, "you have done more than please me in your past. I am rewarding you in the present. Cease your questioning. Because of your constant insistency, I am demanding you sacrifice thirty souls, however they may not be any way connected to Amira."

Hidan was elated that his god took time for him, but he understood his actions and the consequence. Without his weapon, or any weapon really, he'd be forced to kill with his bare hands, and that was no bother to Hidan. A sinister smirk played across the face of the platinum haired man.


	2. Chapter 2

Covered in purple buses and fingernail claw marks, Hidan walked back into camp the next morning. His face remained mostly untouched except for a blackening red mark on his right cheekbone. He hadn't slept all night, and the bags under his eyes wore heavy on him. It was almost too much for the man's 'new' body, out all night killing, none the less he had the time of his life. Though he still longed to see the blood flow in his victims, the look they gave him as the light faded from his sacrifices eye's was enough for now.

Hidan barged into the wagon he was staying with Amira in only to find the girl asleep on the daybed. He stood and watched her for a moment. In the dark confines of the wagon, seeing her lie peacefully he understood for a moment why Jashin would have chosen her for him. He wanted to reach out and touch her. He wanted to touch her softly for a moment before beating her senseless and taking her, willing or not. He wanted to pull her long hair from her scalp, choke her until she passed out, but he never moved from his spot.

His lusting was interrupted by the door opening and flooding the room with light. Amira's uncle stood in the doorway.

"Help me for a minute?" The man asked, much to his disdain. Hidan knew he had to though, and he unwillingly stepped back out of the carriage.

"Czar," The man stuck out his hand to shake.

"Hidan," the pale skinned man spoke, shaking his hand, repeating the exact thing he'd done with Amira.

"Just uh, hold his halter, I'm gonna hitch him up to the wagon," Czar pronounced his as he's while leading a large draft sized spotted horse to the front of Amira's wagon. Hidan did as he was asked, holding the horses head collar, as Czar fastened a harness around the horse who didn't seem to mind.

"where'd you disappear too last night" Czar spoke, patting the horses neck.

Hidan observed Czar as he bridled the horse too, throwing the long reins into the drivers seat. The man looked at him, still expecting an answer.

"I just, went for a walk and got lost. That's all," The ex-con lied.

"You couldn't see the smoke from the fire? I mean I know it was dark last night but," the man continued to question. Hidan was loosing patience. He wanted to strange this man just like he had the sacrifices last night. Hidan wanted to watch his skin darken around his neck as his face turned red and then purple as his lungs gave out.

"No," He was able to answer, "I didn't think to look."

"Uncle! Hidan!" Amira called. Both men turned to look at the girl who was stepping ourside of the wagon, "Good morning," She smiled.

" 'Morning," Hidan mumbled. Her uncle returned her smile and went to hug her.

In a way Hidan liked the travelers, he liked the way they accepted him and didn't question his motives. He liked being stuck with such a young beautiful girl, though that really wasn't their doing.

He did not, though, like their cooking or the affectionate way they did things.

"Amira! Food!" A cow of a woman was holding out some sort of fried wrap while she leaned over a cooking fire. This must have been Amira's aunt Hidan resolved, and judging by the amount of children she had running around her legs, Amira was not her first priority. This camp was alve, cleaning up quickly, animals annd people moving all over.

"Pity her Hidan," His god commanded. Hidan said nothing as he watched the teenager cross the animated camp to fetch her and his breakfast.

Hidan did fell a pang of pity for the Amira, her own parents didn't even want her, and who knows how her life changed. The poor barren bitch, she'd be stuck with these people the rest of her life. These nomadic people didn't stray from their families and certainly she wasn't getting any attention from anyone here. These people ignored her save for her uncle.

Smiling she handed him the wrap. The first thing he did was tear it apart. Some sort of cured meat was used sparingly but surround by what looked like tomatoes, some leafy plant, and spice. Amira was almost done with hers by the time he had the sandwich put back together and took his first bite. Fucking shitty ass food.

Amira was gone for a second, but when she returned, she carried a rusty pair of hair shears.

"Want me to fix your hair?" she asked and motioned for him to sit down. He submitted, and asked her to leave it sort of long. Once the job was done, he used the same shears to cut his nails.

"I can't hope but notice, whats going on with all the marks?" Amira questioned.

"You guys ask way to many questions. I got lost, okay?" he spat. Amira didn't seem bothered by his tone.

"What about you huh? What if I asked you a bunch of useless god damned questions?" Hidan mocked, but Amira seemed undisturbed.

"Go ahead," her voice seemed to sweet. He turned around and gawked at her for a moment. How could she just be so open? She must be desperate he reasoned.

"Alright, why the fuck is your hair that color?"

"Still stuck on that huh? I have to. I'm divorced. Its tradition," she explained simply. A sad tone over taking her cheerful voice. He hadn't originally wanted to make her upset, but on second thought he didn't give a shit. A slight head ache came over him then.

"I bet your hair was pretty when it was natural color too," The jashinist said after a long sigh. The compliment seemed to please his god, though it wasn't sincere, the head ache went away. Amira blushed and didn't speak.

A call rang though the camp, and suddenly people were diapering. Horses became antsy and it seemed it was bug out time.

"Come sit with me," Amira invited as she hoisted herself up into the drivers seat of the carriage. Hidan wasn't too sure at first, but as the other wagons moved out, He decided it was now or never and pulled himself up to sit next to her. Amira pulled a whip from its holster to her left, and she cracked it lightly in the air. The horse, Prince, he would come to find out the horse was named, pranced in place for a moment, and then nearly jumped into the harness. He strained for a moment, and it seemed that the load was too heavy for him, but Amira cracked the whip again, and Prince's efforts paid off as hooves dug into the ground and the wagon moved out with the rest of the caravan.

The pair traveled all day without saying much. They each stayed to their side of the seat. Czar, Amira's uncle informed them that the next town they would be setting up the circus. Czar rode a bay horse with no saddle that almost looked too small for the man. Hidan assumed his wife drive his wagon that lead the caravan. It was late afternoon before Hidan heard anything but the clip clop of hooves and the sound of the road moving under the wagon wheels.

"Are you courting me?" Amira asked very seriously as she gazed at him. All signs of her previously cheerful personality were gone. Hidan was mortified.

No! He wanted to say, like hell he was going to date a girl like her! This crazy bitch! He was not about to be sucked into this nomad circus, but instead he answered "Yes." Hidan wanted to slap himself. God damn it! Why in the world did he say that? Amira gasped, a blush rising to her cheeks.

The pair had no time to react to what had just gone on. A man yelled over the wagon train and Amira was forced to pay attention to where she was being directed to go. The wagons emerged from the wilderness into a middle class town, quite westernized, and Hidan recognized it to be the same one he pulled his sacrifices from the night before. An archway marked the entrance to the town, and it seemed the caravan had turned into a parade. People gawked and waved, Amira already set in her task of traversing the busy main road, paid no attention. Prince was getting antsy, lifting his legs higher and hopping in the traces. The grip Amira had on the reins told Hidan that the horse was getting hard to handle.

When the procession came to a halt at a large field just outside the arch on the opposite side of town where they'd entered, people were directed by Czar where to park. The wagons made a semicircle, the wagon carrying the tent was brought to the middle and the men set to putting it up.

After unhooking her horse and tying him to the wagon, Amira was off again, lost in the sea of her relatives. It all had Hidan scratching his head until he spotted her, running to her uncle.

Amira had pep in her step, her long hair waving with every step. She stopped for a moment, in front of the man who looked to be carrying tent stakes, and they spoke few words. Suddenly, her uncle dropped the load he was carrying and made eye contact with Hidan over Amira's shoulder. Amira must have said something else because Czar looked down at Amira, shoved her aside and walked with purpose to where Hidan still sat on the wagon seat.

"Come with me," the man said in a stern but polite tone. What the hell had he just gotten himself into?

Czar lead Hidan though the throngs of people to his personal wagon he shared with his wife and six children.

"Out," he commanded, his wife quickly taking the smallest child up in her arms and ushering the other two that were still inside out. Czar was quick to fold down a table from the wall and pull up a pair of stools from the back of his living quarters. He motioned for Hidan to sit.

"Amira has told me that you wish to court her," the older man said. His tone was sullen and serious.

"Yes," something inside him compelled him to say. The word was out of his mouth before he even thought of it. His lord had to be doing this, it was the only reasonable explanation.

There was litterally nothing Hidan could do, though his mind was racing and his inner self was freaking out, Hidan had no choice but to let his body be used, no, guided into making the choices that lord Jashin wished for him.

"I must tell you something," Czar spoke in a way that seemed to Hidan that he was going to try to persuade him, "Amira is barren. You understand what this means, yes? You still wish to pursue her?"

"Yes," it was as if Hidan's mouth moved on its own! He was powerless no matter how hard he fought!

Czar sighed, raking a hand though his salt and pepper hair. "Amira is quite old to be a bride. She's also been married once, I know you know what I am implying" he tried once more to convince Hidan to leave her be, but the jashinist shook his head.

"There comes a problem of the dowry then," the ring master sighed again, " I do not have much to offer."

"The camion and horse that pulls it will be sufficient," it was Hidan's voice but they were not his words.

"It's settled then. We will be in town three days. At the end if the three days, I will allow you to ask me for her hand. Until then, please respect Amira," Czar pulled out a peace of paper and scrawled on it with a pen he filled with ink from a well. The man wrote in some sort of lettering and language Hidan did not understand, though Czar made him an X to sign. After quickly and messily writing down his name, the dead with this cocksucker was done. Hidan was more than pissed.

"Amira!" Her uncle called, throwing open the door. There was no need to yell, she was patiently waiting outside.

"Yes?" She asked sweetly, batting her eye lashes. Her uncle sighed, giving her a dangerous glare, and walked away.

"I can't believe this!" Amira cried, wanting to jump into his arms, though she knew it would be inappropriate "what do you want to do first?"

"I want you to get me something decent to eat, damn it" he scowled, "Nothing your aunt cooks! Real meat and normal ingredients! Got that?"

"Alright!" She chirped, wanting to take his hand and guide him back to her wagon, but she resisted. She asked him to wait outside while she ran in, coming back with a fist full of small bills.

"Don't tell I have this okay?" She giggled. They walked though town, much to Hidan's distain, in search of something that pleased him in the market. He knew they'd catch hell if anyone recognized him, so he tried to keep his face away from the larger crowds.

Amira was all too excited about everything. Even choosing cuts of pork, the silver haired girl smiled. Some fresh noodles, three different kinds of meat and some leaks to add taste were enough for Hidan. The jashinist crossed his arms, waiting impatiently for the wench to finish his meal once they returned to camp. She'd gone back and fourth from the wagon to the pot several times, each time he warned her not to add anything strange to his food. He knew she wasn't listening.

"Come on already!" He shouted, but there was no need. It was just the two of them, the rest of the family was either performing, getting ready to preform, or doing some other job involved with the circus that was currently in process.

she apologized, slopping some thinly brothed soup into a bowl and nearly spilling it on the ground in the process of getting up from her crouched position. Hidan was fairly sure this was some kind of miso soup by the taste of it. Sure, all the meat, but he tasted some other kind of spice and saw big chunks of dried mushroom too.

"Damn," he swore. Not because it was good, it was more average than anything, but because she'd managed to sneak vegetables into his food. He hated vegetables. He looked up at Amira who's smile suddenly seemed worried and forced. Did she really care that much? It was just some stupid soup!

"It's fine, relax," he implored. She visibly relaxed.

"Go get something to eat jeeze!" He sighed, " you don't need permission from me to do shit." She scurried off, but something told Hidan she wasn't going to listen to that last remark. They ate in silence.

The lights were on in the big top, though only Amira's small cooking fire and a few oil lamps lit camp. Hidan assumed Amira was not aloud to go near other wagons because the last two nights this place was lit like a Christmas tree. The jashinist was bored to death and sick of these nomads, really he just wanted to find a whore and perform some other obligations besides a sacrifice. Amira was quiet and stared at her hands most of the time, she wouldn't even look at him now if he had his head up, though he caught her smiling at him sometimes if he looked away.

"Hey," the violet eyed man started in an irritated tone, "what the fucks up with you?"

"Nothing, just thinking," she smiled, drawing pictures in the dirt with her toes.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you damn it," he demanded, tone still sour.

And she did, smiling still much to his surprise. Just what in the fuck is wrong with this girl? No matter his tone or what he said to her, she still smiled, its like she had to make him happy no matter the consequence.

"Listen up," he commanded her attention, "Stop with all this lovely shit alright? I get it, you want me to marry you, but that don't mean shit. I'm not in love with you, got it?" As soon as he spoke the words and saw her face drop, Hidan got a head ache.

Amira quicky got up, shutting herself into her wagon. He could hear the door lock. The way she'd shielded her face from him told him she was probably crying. Whatever, he though as he rose from his chair, a ritual would fix everything.

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The ritual did not fix everything. He expected his god to be pleased with him, but that was not the case. He pulled the tree branch from his chest, having to use it as a make shift pike.

"Damn it," he swore, rising from the bloody circle on the ground. Sighing, he rubbed his still aching head. Lord Jashin was not happy with the way he'd treated Amira and demanded that he make it up to her. She was a gift of sorts to Hidan, and his lord felt he was being ungrateful, though Hidan would never realize that unless his lord told him directly. Jashin also demanded thirty more sacrifices.

On his way back, he happened to notice a bunch of wild flowers on the path. Oh no, no he was not about to bring her flowers and say he was sorry. He was a mass murderer, a masochist, he enjoyed killing people for gods sakes and he was going to take a girl flowers.


	3. Chapter 3

Hidan did not return again until the next morning. He'd procured a knife in the house he'd entered first, and thought it made his job of sacrificing easier, he'd made a mess of himself. He'd been coated in blood up to his elbows, not to mention all down the front of him. The blood did not so easily wash off of the shirt, so he simply tossed it, and strode back to camp.

Today was his final day with Amira as just 'friends', not that he remembered until he was yet again standing over her as she lay asleep. He couldn't help but stare at her. She was so pretty, so trusting, so blissfully unaware. He didn't find it relevant to tell her that he was a blood thirsty narcissist or that he'd been out murdering people the last few nights.

Hidan had done it systematically, first picking off the people no one would miss, the homeless, some whores, then he moved on to people in the lower class and people living alone until he was obliterating entire families. He was careful, tired his best not to miss anyone in the house or let anyone see him sneaking around.

"You just gonna stand there or are you gonna come lay down?" Amira's voice sounded sleepy, like he'd woken her up, but Hidan had been scarily quiet coming in.

"You little shit," Hidan smirked, his arrogant tone clear as he lay down next to her. Her breathing had evened out again, an he assumed shed gone back to sleep. He lay flat on his back, his head turned to the left. He could only see the back of her head and her shoulders as they rose and fell with her lungs, however that was enough for him.

This afternoon, he would make her his wife. Come to think of it, was there even a marriage ceremony for his religion? No, no he didn't think there was. Shit! He'd have to make something up!

"How did you find me?" He heard her breathe proving she was not asleep.

"Lord Jashin," Hidan spoke calmly, his voice a bit louder than her's.

"Remind me to thank him," she sighed. Hidan did not respond.

It still bothered him how she was so head over heals in love with him. How she took everything seriously but passed it off as if it were no big deal. He wondered if she was genuinely happy or if she smiled though it just because that's how she was raised. He decided to ask her.

"Um," she cleared her throat, "yes I am happy," it sounded so rehearsed. He decided she was slipping.

"Your lieing, tell me the truth," he said flatly.

"I'm nervous, that's all," she spoke very quickly, as if she might choke on the words if she kept them in any longer.

"What are you nervous about?" He shifted his legs a bit and lay his right hand on his stomach.

"I'm nervous about..." She trailed off for a moment, "about our wedding and if your gonna like me or not, I'm nervous, well, scared that I'm not gonna like it. Like being married."

They were quiet for a few moments while Hidan thought. He debated on actually getting married this afternoon, they could put it off and get to know each other, but then if Jashin himself had made the match why did they have to? This had all been done for a reason. His god wouldn't pick someone who's personality was not a match for his own.

"Listen," he nearly groaned. He wasn't any good with his comforting stuff, "it'll be fine. I like you just fine. It'll all be fine."

Fine job Hidan, he though sarcastically, confuse her even more. He didn't know shit about her besides some basic shit from her past, and just yesterday he'd told her he wasn't in love with her and broke her heart.

"I'm so confused, your confusing me," she confessed, he feared she was on the verge of tears. Feared was the wrong word, he knew by the tone of her voice she might cry but he honestly didn't care if she did.

"About what?" He asked if he didn't already know.

"Why did you come here? Why did you ask to marry me if you do not love me? If you don't care, which, I'm fairly sure you don't. Whats the point?" she'd been facing away from him this entire time and he was glad he couldn't see her face.

"Hell, I dunno, I have to like you," he told her plainly. He heard a horrible sound which he could only describe as half way between a scream and a howl.

"You have to?" She shrieked, tearing herself up from the bed to look him dead in the eyes, "these people in this camp, they allow me here because they have to, my hair is this color because I have to, and you just want to marry me because you have to? What is this about?"

She looked sexy when she was angry. Her face was red and streaked with tears and he couldn't see anything else but rebellion in her words.

"I live to piss people off," Hidan smirked and he would have left it at that if his lord had

not taken control of his mouth yet again. It first it was quite an annoyance but now it was no big deal.

"Love in a learning process for mortals Amira. For some it happens fast and all at once and for others it takes much longer for them to learn their place. Amira you have done so well, I have tried to give you something worth while, and I hope today you will accept it."

Amira seemed not only calmed but also astonished by lord jashins words. Her mouth formed a cute 'o' shape that, if instances were different, provoked some not so pure thought. It was almost as if she were aware of what was happening.

"What are you? Who are you?" She leaned away from him, her face looked as if any second he was going to attack her.

"A priest," came the warranted response from his god. Hidan gained control of his body again just as she attempted to step over him to get out of bed. Hidan pulled her back down on top of him as if she were a rag doll. She was literally helpless to fight.

"Let go!" She insisted but it only served to deepen the feeling of lust Hidan had inside. She was fighting him, just like he wanted.

"You love me, you genuinely love me just because I said I'd take your sorry ass, what the hell kind of last ditch attempt is this? Running away?" He held her wrists tightly, sneering at her as he spoke.

"I don't love you!" She cried, literally crying, as she tried to struggle against him.

"Fucking great," he laughed darkly. She tried to scream but it was muffled by his lips. He could feel her hot tears hit his cheeks as she cried as his mouth covered hers.

Beating on the front door forced Hidan away from the kiss. He quickly shoved Amira off of him, giving her a threatening look to stay put as he went to get the door. It was Amira's heifer of an aunt.

"Where's Amira? She's getting married today in case you forgot, you know, to you?" The cow of a woman spat sarcastically. Christ Hidan just wanted to end that miserable life if hers.

"She's asleep, why do you need her?" He sighed, putting his hands on the door frame to further block the woman's view of the inside of the wagon.

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, there's about a million different things she's got to do today," she put her hands on her hips, like she was in control . That pissed Hidan off terribly.

"We arnt using your ceremony. I'm a priest for my own religion, I'm just going to take Amira and leave. She needs to be converted," Hidan's tone was more than annoyed, like his wedding was more trouble than it was worth, like his soon to be wife causing him grief.

The cow of a woman standing at the door, no, this was his door, he would own it after today, leered at him for a moment before stalking off, he noticed a child attached to her hip that he previously couldn't see over the fat of her waistline. Hidan slammed the door, letting her know that he was further displeased with her shit.

"Comfort her Hidan," his god commanded while he still stood in the stairwell to the door. He didn't want to comfort her, but honestly as he walked back inside, he felt sorry for what he'd just done to the girl.

Amira cowered in the corner of the day bed, her arms locked around curled up knees. She wasn't crying anymore, but her face was still red with bloodshot eyes. He sat down, putting his legs up on the bed and leaning his shoulders on the wood wall.

"Come here," he enticed, tone calm and kind now, but when she didn't move he got frustrated, "fucking come here damn it."

Amira crawled over and Hidan pulled her ageists his chest. Amira wanted to struggle and push him away, past experiences with her past husband told her she needed to, but the hug he had her wrapped in wouldn't allow it.

"I'm sorry," he muttered in a grouchy, barely audible tone. He'd beat the shit out of her emotionally, he realized, and she was feeling the pain.

"Were gonna get married, and I promise it'll all make sense after, okay?" He tried to soothe her, but truth be told he wasn't sure if It was helping.

xXx

Hidan found himself seated in Czar's wagon later that afternoon, the man was reading from some sort of heathen religious book, Amira sat outside, waiting. After closing the book, the ring master looked up at him very seriously. He'd already asked for Amira's hand, it wasn't sweet or romantic, it was more casual and rushed. The girls uncle accepted.

"My wife has informed me that Amira will be changing religions," Czar stated calmly. He was half way though the ceremony, Hidan reason, though he found it strange that Amira had to stay outside.

"Yes, is that a problem?" Hidan's tone was even, though his words hinted at his annoyance with this shitty religious practice. Czar shook his head. The older man got up, muttering something about there being protocol about this, opened the door and motioned Amira inside. She smiled awkwardly at them. Czar scowled at her, and she seemed to shrink back though not physically. He had to think of a way, and quickly, to make it seem as if he could confidently preform some sort of marriage between the two, though one did not really exist. A smirk overtook his face, he had a great idea.

Hidan shuffled (and he had to with three people in the small space) himself over to to the kitchen, pulling a decent looking clean knife from the counter.

"Hold still," he instructed, taking up her arm and pressing the blade to her skin. At first she cried out, he imagined that this was hurting her quite a bit but as the blood run down her arm and drip off of her elbow, her whimpering became less and less. Hidan couldn't think of a better way to express the ownership that this marriage implied. When he was finished, he looked down at it, admiring his work.

He'd carved his name into her skin as the juncture of her wrist and palm. As blood bubbled up from the wound, he pressed the bleeding marks to his lips and kissed. Blood smeared over his lips as he pulled away.

"It's done," Hidan announced, and pressed his bloody lips to her clean ones. It was a deep kiss, one Amira returned, not at all grossed out by the blood, she put her arms around his neck and his wrapped around her midsection. It was almost as if she didn't remember anything from this morning or from the last two days really.

The way she kissed him he had no doubt that she was still in love with him despite what she'd said this morning. She kissed him with a passion he'd never felt, something she'd probably thought would never happen again happened, and he couldn't blame her for saving this for someone special.

"When we leave tomorrow, you will not be joining us," the girls uncle more like commanded to Hidan. He was not so civil to the other man anymore since he'd unloaded his burden. Hidan shrugged and took his wife by the wrist, nearly dragging her from the carriage because of his large gait, not because she was unwilling.

Once he'd reached the interior of the wagon and shut the door, which he too now owned, he threw Amira on the bed and proceeded to consummate his marriage.


	4. Chapter 4

Hidan had been awoken by the circus moving out about an hour ago, those noisey fuckers, he swore they were extra loud just to spite him. His new wife was still asleep and his eyes had been locked on her since the clearing quieted. She was just so tiny. He never realized all the layers of clothing she wore until she was only covered by a dark wool blanket. Her arms were so thin and her waist was so slender, he could probably break her in half if he wanted without even trying.

He needed to get up and pray, but he couldn't pull himself away from her. Her head was resting on his outstretched arm, her body snuggled up to his. He didn't even care if his arm was going numb, he knew if he moved she'd wake up.

Hold on just one fucking minute, what the fuck did he care if she woke up? Just because they were married shouldn't change anything. They'd been sleeping in the same bed since... Well Hidan had been gone for the first few nights but it was the principal that they be spending nights together. He hadn't given a shit then. It was almost like every time he looked at her he fucking melted.

"Piss off," he muttered, knowing full well that she couldn't hear him. He turned his head away. Maybe if he didn't look at her. Maybe if he kept her out of sight she'd stay out of mind. That didn't last long, probably all of five seconds.

Amira shifted, she sat up for a minute, looked around and then lay back down, closing her squinting eyes. She tried to get comfortable again, but when it wasn't happening, she turned to him, looking at him intensely with those pretty purple eyes and a lazy, sleepy look on her face.

"Good morning, I think my legs are broken."

"Get used to it," Hidan scoffed, a arrogant smirk coming to his features. She only laughed at him, leaning her head on his arm, but then it seemed she had a better idea, sitting up to straddle him. She looked so content with herself. He didn't feel his face morph into a softer, calmer look that could have been mistaken for awe. Jashin has truly given him a gift.

"What's that look?" She asked, leaning down to lay on top of him, pressing her ear to his chest.

"Nothing," he said in a flat tone, a few seconds later he rose his hand to rest on her head as an after thought. They sat like this for a few moments.

"My ex-husband never wanted to cuddle," she whispered. It was like she needed to say that out loud, like it wasn't actually for him to hear.

"I told you to forget everything you thought you knew about marriage," Hidan spat, an angry tone rumbling through his chest, "forget about that fuck face, don't even mention him." It was a direct order. Did it really offend him that she mentioned her ex? He tried to tell himself no, that it was for her benefit if she forgot him. If Hidan read between the lines (which he wasn't good at but it was obvious here) he could see that her ex was a real shitty person, though he wasn't sure if he abused her. Hidan felt it was his job to...to abuse her. That was a terrible thought. His wife, abuse his wife.

"I'm sorry, do you want me to make you some breakfast?" She asked, sitting up. He simply shook his head and pushed her off, sitting her on the bed.

"I'll get it," she insisted but he didn't answer. She got up on wobbly legs and went to the closet at the back getting a deep purple dress out for herself, and a clean outfit for him too. Then she went to the tiny kitchen pulled some things out of the cabinets, and then took herself outside, all while he stood there. Well, he couldn't really move while she was moving because of the confined space, but regardless. He figured the least he could do was get some plates around and some cups. He searched every cabinet until he realized that she'd taken them with her. Huffing, he fall fallowed her out.

"Damn bitch, you do everything so fast," he complained, but was that anything to complain about?

"I'm sorry," she said, looking up to speak to him just like he'd asked before going back to the cooking she'd started. It looked like omlets and a jar of canned peaches.

"Flip mine twice," he said, testing her, watching her every move and though it was already done and ready to eat, she did as he asked.

"Why do you do that?" He asked, his tone quiet and slightly irritated.

"You asked me to?" She replied, putting the egg next to half the can of peaches on a plate on the ground.

"Not that, damn it, you! You do everything I say to a T, and even after I told you not to make me breakfast, you fucking did it anyway. Don't you have an independent thought besides how your fucking trained? Are you a dog?" He asked finally, his voice rising and tone harshening as his lecture went on. She looked confused, almost hurt.

"I'm just trying to be pleasant to you," she muttered, her brows furrowing.

"Your not in the fucking camp any more! Fucking forget them! They abandoned your ass so who cares about any of that shit they fed you!" He was shouting now, standing up, he plowed his way over to her, she looked horrified as he jerked her from her knees and held her an inch from his face. He felt a head ache coming on.

"Your pissing me off," he growled. She saw red.

"I don't even understand what you want! I'm supposed to make my husband happy, if I try to care for you it just pisses you off! If I don't do exactly like you tell me, your going to get just as pissed! Your abusive and if I didn't know exactly what your trying to do, I'd be an idiot! You want me to defy you!" She was yelling too. Her face contorted in anger. Fucking shit she was sexy. There was the fire he wanted. There was the fight inside of her. Her face was beat red, but her features were softening. He let her down, dropping her softly on the dirt.

"What's wrong with you?" She finally asked after a long silence of locked eyes. He didn't answer, just walked off into the forest to pray, he needed it.

xXx

Hidan returned hours later, frustrated still. Lord Jashin had not answered any of his questions. Why was Amira chosen for him if she wasn't..well, perfect for him? He wanted a feisty woman who could love like hell and fight like a caged lion, a female to exactly match? An Eve to his Adam?

No answer. Complete and utter silence.

She was inside, laying naked on their bed. When he asked why, she answered that she thought it's what he wanted. After looking her over, he figured a quickie couldn't hurt.

After it was over and done, and they lay panting, he realized that she was the one who wanted sex, not because she thought he wanted it. She'd probably been...doing some _privet things_ when he walked in on her, just like right now.

"No way in hell," he scoffed, looking over at her as she glared up at the cabinets over their bed.

"Shut up," she hissed. He couldn't believe this girl! This tiny, reserved and submissive girl was fingers deep! Suddenly he was sort of offended, what? Like he wasn't good enough to get her off? Well, actually he hadn't originally cared, he just used her to get himself off.

"Could I?" He asked, feeling too proud to let her do this when he was perfectly able. The trump card of manhood after all was the ability to bring real pleasure to a woman. He tried to convince himself that's really why he cared.

"Don't even touch me," her tone dared him to even try.

"Come on, my fingers are way longer," he joked in all seriousness. She sighed and tried to tell herself pleasure was the only reason she let him.

xXx

They still lay in bed as night fell. Amira was fully clothed and she'd insist that he put on underwear, much to Hidan's dismay. She'd asked to play a game a while ago, but he hadn't responded, really he was just enjoying the silence and her company.

"What sort of game?" He finally caved.

"A questions game," she was going to leave it at that too, until Hidan shot her a look, "one asks the other a question but they have to answer it too,"

"How is that a game?" He asked, looking over at her. She sort of giggled and sat up, crossing her legs and pulling a blanket over her shoulders.

"You go first," she insisted but after a spat about him not knowing how to play, she eventually asked a question instead of arguing.

"How old are you?"

Hidan thought for a long moment. He'd been incapacitated for a while, did that mean he counted those years or not? "Twenty three," he sighed. The slightly moronic ex-Akatsuki was tired of thinking. That's how old he'd been when that asshat Nara kid killed him, so good enough.

"I'm nineteen, your turn," Hidan laughed in her face after she spoke.

"No way, you look like you could be my kid,"

"Yeah maybe when you were seven, besides, I'll stay prettier longer when I'm old," he laughed again, this time because of the absurdity of the notion, everybody looked the same after they got old, well to him anyway. "Go!" She urged impatiently.

"Okay, okay, keep your panties on!" As quick as he was to answer, he had to sit a few moments to think of a good question. "What's your favorite animal?"

"I like sheep, what about you?

"I don't have one," her face twisted into a frown then, and she poked at him about it for a few more minutes about it until he finally blurted "I like dogs" just to get her to shut up.

"That's ironic, " she pointed out, "are you the Shepard or something?"

Hidan didn't dignify that with a response, only waited for her to ask a question.

"Okay, why don't you have a heart beat," her tone made the question sound like just another question, like she was asking his favorite color or favorite food.

Hidan sat up and put his wrist to his ear. He listened while leaning on the wood, but when he also heard nothing he wasn't sure what to say to her.

"Well?" She asked, he could only stammer out a few 'I's.

"Tell me where you came from," her tone wasn't demanding but he knew he had no other choice.

"I came from the hot spring village, after it disbanded it's ninja, I joined Jashinisum. I became immortal a while after that and joined an organization called Akatsuki. While I was working with that shitty lot, I got killed, sort of," he spoke slowly, leaving out a few important details like the secret technique Hidan used to become immortal, why he joined Akatsuki, and the part where he was very much alive and in pieces in the bottom of that pit. Really he hated talking about the past, he hoped she was satisfied with the answer, but apparently not.

"How do you get killed when your immortal? How do you even become immortal and how'd you come to find our caravan?" She asked, rapid firing questions to soothe the buzzing in her head.

"Look, that's not important," he sighed, irritated. He wanted to leave it at that, but the increasing ache in his head told him that his Lord Jashin meant for him to tell Amira, tell her about his influence and how they came to be together.

"Lord Jashin, he put me back together and he helped me find you. He lead me to you. You didn't think it was all a coincidence did you?" He shot, slightly annoyed with the bewildered look on her face, this was all very straight forward. At least his head ache was going away.

Amira wasn't sure what to think. This all sounded very far fetched but he was right, this couldn't be a coincidence.

"Do I get to meet Jashin? Oh, I'm sorry, lord Jashin?" She asked very honestly. This was a very serious matter. Hidan wasn't sure how to answer her. He himself had never meet the god, only spoke to him. He'd have to take her to the temple to convert her anyway, so they could probably try there.

"I don't fucking know, but now is probably as good a time as any to take you to his temple."


	5. Chapter 5

The thing Hidan liked most about Amira was that she was unable to get pregnant. He'd spilled enough seed this past week into her to make an army, and they wouldn't have stopped either if they hadn't reached to temple of Jashin. Amira liked it just as much as Hidan did, he wasn't awkward about it, just strong and rough, just how Amira liked it.

It'd been about ten days since they'd last made camp, eleven since they'd married, when they arrived mid day at the hidden temple. Old stone pillars, nearly hidden by the brush, were the only indication that down an overgrown path something worth while might have been.

Prince the horse had problems traversing the underbrush, his harness got caught and snagged, and the trio was scraped by branches and thorns until suddenly they came upon a large stone structure. Prince would have ran into the thing if not for the steady hands of Amira.

"Just what the hell is this?" Hidan demanded though no one was around to answer it.

The structure was made of stacked block, each block a bit smaller than the last until it reached the top. Stairs cut into the block let to the top. The temple had been let go, cracks had overtaken the structure, trees and weeds had filled them in. Looking up, it could be noted a large tree, at least twenty years old, had overtaken the top structure. Moss hung loosely over many spots.

"Wow," Amira uttered, not only amazed by the height of the structure but the condition it was in.

"Take care of him," Hidan demanded, and Amira rushed off to let the horse loose of it's harness. Prince being a paint horse, it was almost impossible for him to be stolen because no two paints were alike. Once Amira had finished watering the horse and letting him loose, she retuned to Hidan who scooped her up and proceeded to jump up the stairs. The girl screeched, surprised with his speed and ability. Personally she'd never meet a ninja, the men in her life had always ushered her inside when they were around, and honestly, thought it was slightly scary, she was having fun.

They were quick to reach the top and as he placed her down, she was still stuck to him like a bug.

"That was so cool! Can we do it again?" Amira asked, her face elated and eyes beaming with excitement.

Hidan was panting. He hadn't put on a ton of weight since he'd meet Amira and certainly not enough muscle, and he felt drained having to carry them both so quickly and so far. Hidan was annoyed, more so than he has already been. He was angry that his skills had faded.

"Later," he breathed, his chest heaving. She tried to dote on him, but her waved her off in favor of continuing inside the temple. Damn gypsy woman, he cursed, always on top of him!

After traversing the dark halls of the temple for what seemed like hours, they finally came to a dimly lit room. It was damp, the ground water seeping though. It took a minute for the couples eyes to adjust, but after their pupils dilated, it became clear a little old man was hunched over a table in the middle of the room. He sat cross legged on the floor, writing something with a fine brush and canister of ink.

"Hey, old man," Hidan's gruff voice cut the silence and the man looked up.

"Hidan is that you?" The man asked, taking his time with his words as he slowly stood up. Hidan grunted in response.

"You haven't been around here in such a long time," the old man muttered, hobbling his way over to the pair, "you still look so youthful, it take it that immortality technique is working well for you," the man pulled a pair of old looking spectacles, he then carefully inspected them both.

"Have you brought her along for conversion or..." He trailed off. Now confused, Amira, who stood a little behind him, tugged on Hidan's sleeve, giving him a worried look as if to ask him what the elderly man was talking about. Hidan passed her off again.

"Yes, this is my wife, Amira," Hidan pulled her hand so she was standing in line with him. It prided her when he said her name. It made Amira feel as if she was something more than property, she wasn't just his wife, she had a name, her own identity. It prided her when she was able to stand with him as his equal.

"Wife eh?" The old man asked. Amira presented the old man with her wrist, Hidan's name still present in the skin just as it would always be.

"What's this?" The elderly monk asked, taking her hand and looking up at them after reading it briefly, "this is no binding marriage, I hope you realize this Hidan."

The silver haired jashinist looked away. He wasn't going to admit to either of them that he knew that.

"No matter, after her conversion I'll marry you both properly," the old man said, brushing pash them and motioning for them to fallow.

xXx

The pair settled down in a guest room, plain with nothing but a bed an an oil lamp. An uncomfortable bed to boot.

"So, Mr. Osamu said that your gonna convert me yourself," Amira never stopped her yammering. Hidan was content just to get away from her for a while, leaving her with elder Osamu, but he knew he couldn't stay away forever. She might as well have been attached to him at the hip.

"I feel sort of strange being so forward with everyone," Amira told him, climbing on top of him to sit stride on his hips. She did feel strange. Very few times in her life has she been treated with the respect she had been today. Women were not worthy in her tribe's eyes.

"Oh fuck, your not being forward, your being normal for once damn it," Hidan scolded her. She just smiled down at him, grinding her nether region ever so softly on his. Now she was being forward.

"We can't, not here at least," he tried to tell her but she was having none of it. She ground a little harder and it was getting hard for Hidan to resist. He smirked at her, devising a plan quickly, reaching his left hand up her skirt to rub her ever so softly. Oh Jashin, he felt like he was baby sitting. Except... molesting the baby. That sounded strange, he'd have to think of something better to say.

This place was scared ground and fucking wasn't aloud here, much to his and his dick's distain. He was hard and he ached, but as Amira bucked her clothed hips into Hidan's hand he found it getting harder and harder to resist. Finally, he couldn't. As if something broke inside of him, he flipped her over on the bed.

xXx

Amira felt slightly embarrassed, sitting down in the middle of this cold room. She sat on her knees in the symbol of Jashin, made of what she assumed to be blood. Hidan held a book in one hand, puzzling through how to preform the ritual while the elder monk sat quietly, observing and smoking opium out of a pipe. The room was lit with oil lamps and torches, it was brighter than the other rooms, but still very dark. Sage was burning on a table near the old man, a slight haze taking over her vision. She wasn't sure if that was from the smoke or the opium.

"Alright, so," Hidan drawled, making his way over to Amira. He stood in the circle with her, towering over her, and truth be told she was more than a little scared. It didn't bother her one bit when no one even told her directly that she would be changing religions, but what did bother her was how she felt so alone in this moment, even with her husband right next to her.

Hidan began speaking in a language she did not understand, the words sounding dark and his tone emotionless. Several times he had to start again from the beginning until finally, muttering curse words, he just continued on from where he last lost his place. He stopped for a moment, walking back to the table the sage was left on, lay down the book and replaced it with a large, ornate silver pitcher.

When he reached Amira again, he put his hand on the top of her head.

"Lord Jashin, I ask you humbly please to accept this girl into our glorious faith to one day join us in your kingdom," Hidan spoke normally now. He paused for a few moments before dumping the chalice of red liquid over top of Amira's head. At first the girl thought it to be wine, however when she went to lick a droplet off of her hand and discovered not only the coppery taste but the thickness of it, she realized, much to her horror, it was blood.

With large, doe like eyes, Amira looked up at her husband, who smirked evilly down at her. Hidan muttered something like 'sexy' before he lent down, capturing her lips in a kiss.

He was forceful. She tried to pull away from him, but a hand on the back of her head, his hand, forced their lips back together.

She felt his lips bruising hers, with his other hand he seized her side, squeezing her roughly until she cried out in pain. When her mouth opened to squeal, he slipped in his tongue. Amira tried to pull away again, pulling her tongue away from his, but he shook her roughly, and she understood that she was not to resist anymore. He let go of her head, only to breathe, and pressed her body to his with the now free hand.

"Your hurting me," Amira whispered, but the sadistic look in his eyes told her that Hidan did not care.

"Now," Osamu, the monk, rose, very calm because of the opium, "we will proceeded with the marriage ceremony," the old mans tone was very factual, he carried the book that Hidan previously had back to the circle and produced a string of white beads from his robe. Hidan yanked her to her feet as he stood, and the beads were wrapped around their hands, her left his right. Osamu spoke again in the language Amira could not understand, but Hidan understood perfectly as his elder read the verses in the book. The elder spoke words of union of forever, of longing and togetherness, until finally he produced an ornate dagger from his robe. Amira was afraid, shaking as her sadistic husband took her arm, the one not Intertwined in beads, and sliced her wrist, fast and shallow, so a thin line of blood bubbled out. He then handed her the dagger and held out his own wrist.

Amira look up at him bewildered.

"It's okay," Hidan reassured, his tone soft. The first time Amira drug the blade across his skin it wasn't hard enough to do anything but scrape. Hidan shook his head.

"Cut it like meat, it won't hurt me," he urged, and closing her eyes, Amira stuck him. Hidan fraught he urge to hiss in pleasures pain. It felt so wonderful to feel the sting, to feel alive. Hidan pulled the dagger from his wrist, and pushed the holes in their skin together. Mixed blood dripped to the floor.

"It's done," the elder spoke, matching the exact words Hidan had spoken the first time they 'married.'

xXx

The pair lay in bed that night apart from each other.

"Your so violent," Amira noted, her tone almost accusing.

"Tell me something I don't know, woman," Hidan shot back. She was annoying him again with her talking.

"Your so moody, one second your gentil and the next your acting insane," she was accusing him this time.

"Shut the fuck up," Hidan commanded. He didn't need her to tell him how to treat her, who cared if he had a quick temper?

"I thought you wanted me to fight with you!" Amira shouted, sitting up in bed. She was mocking him he knew it.

"I said shut the fuck up!" Hidan yelled and sat up too, his larger frame towering over her even as they were sitting. Amira backed down. They both settled down on their sides of the bed and fell asleep. It was not long until they both fell into restless dreams and then into a deeper consciousness.

Hidan could feel the presence of his god, but he could hear Amira speaking. He wondered vaguely if he was hearing her talk in her sleep.

"I've brought you here to discus a sin you committed," that was lord Jashins voice, loud and unhappy though he couldn't see anything but white. Hidan was quiet, waiting for his punishment. He could hear Amira talking, sounding scared and small. He knew he couldn't go to her.

"Hidan, you know full well it is a sin to have sex in a temple. For that I am assigning Amira to bring me five souls," his god spoke. He could still hear Amira chattering, probably terrified. He could still hear her whining as he woke up. His eyes blinked awake just in time to hear a sob wrack Amira. He sat up, rubbing his face gently with one hand to see her curling up in a ball, still asleep, having a nightmare. He watched her for a few more seconds, contemplating his gods words.

As Hidan's punishment, Amira would bring their lord souls. As his punishment, she would do the killing. That was hardly a punishment at all, he thought, until he realized Amira was afraid to hurt even him, her tormentor. He was pulled from his thoughts by another sob from his wife.

Hidan gently shook Amira awake, the girl, once realizing he was there, latched on to him like a baby. He wondered who, if anyone, was there to comfort her when she still lived with the gypsies.

"Don't go, don't go," he could barely understand as she spoke through her tears.

"Come on now, stop damn it. I can understand a thing your saying," Hidan found himself scolding her again as she gasped to regain herself. Once she'd quieted down he tried to put her back to sleep, but she opened her mouth and started talking again. Inwardly Hidan cursed her.

"You won't leave me will you?" Her voice sounded high pitched and breath-y from crying.

"No," he said quietly after some thought, "no I won't, never."

That was a promise Hidan was sure he could keep. Tomorrow after she made the needed sacrifices but he would reward her after with a valuable gift.


	6. Chapter 6

The next town over was a days ride from the temple. It was an uncomfortable, difficult ride for the 'happy' couple. Amira didn't own a saddle, so they were forced to ride bareback. The horses reins drug on the ground, she only had the horse's carriage bridle and there was the constant worry the great spotted brute would trip, Prince was alright for about the first five steps, until he decided he was irritated and started bucking, best of all, Hidan had to ride in the bitch seat. Amira was angry with him still, and fought Hidan every step of the way. He might not have been so angry, he mused, if he had his strength back and his skills were sharp again and he could have gotten this done much quicker. He could have stealthily used his ninja skills to jump through the trees and get here much faster and also go unnoticed. They arrived a few hours after dark as planned.

"Just shut up!" Hidan shouted, Prince's ears swiveled foreword for a moment until they resumed their pinned position. If Amira would have been born a horse, she would have looked similar.

"You first!" She shot back but regretted it immediately when her husband seized her jugular in his right hand. Their bickering quieted and Hidan removed his hand. His head was hurting more than usual, he chalked it up to an unusually hard morning of threatening Amira.

"Stop the horse," Hidan commanded.

"Stop the horse, what?" Amira was getting cocky.

"Stop the god damned fucking horse!" The silver haired man yelled, yanking the silver haired woman's hands back. The horse stopped alright, but after he proceeded to rear, his mouth open to try and stop the pain from the unneeded roughness. Hidan slid down the horses ass, thankfully he landed on his feet, stumbling. Amira sat on the horses back still, twisting him and turning him around until he stood mostly still save for some pawing with his front hoof.

"Go park him or something, fucking go you dumb bitch!" Hidan yelled, his hands up, surprising the already spooked horse even more.

"Prick," she muttered. He was rubbing off on her. After finding a post to tie her horse to, Amira returned, "what are we doing here? There's no one around."

"Quiet," Hidan hushed.

She was right, there was no one here. It was dark and the only people remaining in the streets were a few drunks and some prositutes. Hidan ushered his wife into a nearby alley way where he produced the knife he'd stolen his second night alive from his pocket wrapped in a fabric scrap.

"I've been looking for that cloth!" Amira exclaimed only to be loudly shushed by Hidan.

"Be quiet! You'll wake everyone up!"

Amira huffed and folded her arms, watching him intently. Hidan took her hand shoving the handle of the knife into her palm as she tried to wrench her arm away. His strength though only a fraction of what it was was more then enough to force her fingers around the wooden handle. He was behind her then, his large chest pushed against her petite back. His arm was next to hers, almost as if they were dancing back words.

"This is how you hold the knife. Don't slash with it, stab and twist, and then pull, pull up so it cuts," Hidan instructed.

"What's going on, what am I doing? What are you doing?" Amira asked, words rapidly spilling out of her mouth, terrified. She tried to let go of the knife, to drop it on the ground, but Hidan's grip on her hand tightened.

"There's a guy coming our way, he's plastered drunk. Kill him," Hidan coached, before his wife could resist, Hidan shoved her, hard. The knife sunk into the mans side just as he staggered past, he screamed, agony ripping through his vocal cords. Amira mocked him, blood covering her fingers. She stepped back, shaking with wide eyes. Somehow, Hidan knew she wasn't cut out for this and the scene unfolding in front of him confirmed it.

"God damn it," The platinum haired man swore, charging forward, he again pressed his chest to Amira's back, taking up her hand to force her to grab the knife from the still screaming man. Instead of pulling it from the drunks flesh, Hidan forced the knife up, cutting deep and wide, blood pouring down from the wound into the ground and their hands. The man screamed again, short and loud, before the knife again connected with his his jugular.

The knife hit the ground as Hidan backed away from the body and his wife.

"I can't help you next time," he panted, looking down at Amira. She too was panting. No, no she wasn't, he realized as he looked closer, she was hyperventilating. He twisted her around only to be meet by her scared eyes, vacant and and terrorized, her pupils small. The look etched on her features was indescribable. A few specks on blood had landed on her face, blood spattered on her chest that moved into a soaking complete coverage from her hips down. He wondered if there was any blood left in the dead man laying near them. Looking down at himself, he discovered he was clean.

Something was broken in the girls eyes and she wasn't moving save for her heavy breathing. Her face was empty. She didn't swear or scream or even fuss at him. She just stood, mouth hung open. He felt bad, technically, he'd killed this man, but he'd used her like a puppet to.

"Hey," he tried to roust her. His wife doubled over seconds later and threw up. Hidan took a step back to keep the puke off his shoes, and pulled her hair over her shoulders awkwardly. Amira wrenched, dry heaving with a string of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. He picked the rag he had the knife wrapped in off the ground nearby and walked it back over to her, handing it to her to wipe her mouth. She took it, standing up partially and used the rag.

It wasn't the killing that disturbed Hidan, it was Amira. She looked so... Fucked up. He was feeling very alive and wired, happy even, but she looked pale and ill. It didn't matter, they had to move on. The night drug on.

xXx

Hidan's eyes were closed as he sat with Amira in a circle made of blood. They were both on their knees, Hidan was leading a prayer while a small family home burned nearby. They were in the middle of nowhere now, the horse tied to a fence nearby dancing in place for fear of the ever growing fire.

"Lord Jashin, please accept the sacrifices Amira has made, I hope that they have pleased you, and please accept the sacrifices I too have made in your name," Hidan finished the prayer and rose to his feet. He had to literally pull Amira to her feet after she continued to sit unmoving on the ground. Her eyes looked vacant, and she showed him her blood coated hands more then once but said nothing. She acted like something was wrong with them, but every time Hidan looked, he couldn't find anything amiss. This time, he took her hand, and pulled her along with him.

She still looked so fucked up, smears of dirt mixed with blood and other undeterminable substances covered her exposed skin, particularly her face and lower arms, her cloths, an off white pair of trousers paired with a fluffy purple shirt, had long since been destroyed. Holes, rips, tears, shreds, never mind the coats of blood she would never be able to scrub away.

As they reached the horse, Hidan waited a moment after untying the beast for Amira to get on but it only took a few seconds for him to realize she wasn't moving.

"What the fuck?" He blurted, twisting around to look at her, he was meet with tear filled eyes. Somewhere, deep in his cold, stone-like heart, Hidan felt for the girl. Sighing, he threw her up on the horse and decided he would walk back.

xXx

The wagon was left in a clearing not far from the temple. When the pair arrived, Amira tore off of the horse, running inside of their mobile home, Hidan ignored the action.

It would be day light in a half hour or so, Hidan reasoned, so he had plenty of time to get everything moved and packed to get back on the road. They'd need to after the havoc they'd just caused. It didn't take him long to get the ashes from last nights fire taken care of, the horse hitched and ready to go, all he had to do next was change out of his clothing. When he pulled on the door knob, he was meet with an unpleasant surprise. She'd locked him out.

Several minutes and one broken door later, Hidan was able to walk up the stares and see what became of his wife.

Amira was laying in the middle of the daybed, naked, with her knees to her chest and a blanket half over her. She was clean, having washed herself with a few rags that now sat in a water filled basin that looked like a kitchen sink in what one might be able to call a countertop. It had no drain, so the rusty colored water was left to sit. Hidan didn't say a word to her, though she visibly tensed when he walked by. He was quick to change and leave the wagon. After quickly rigging the door shut with some rope, he climbed up into the drivers seat and did his best to get the horse moving.

They arrived at another acceptable campsite before dark, a safe distance away from the town. Having been blown to bits and left in the ground too rot for a while, Hidan decided that he'd been a bit too careless in his past, though never over confident.

"Hey, get me something to eat, I'm fucking wasting away out here," the older man rasped on the door at the front of the wagon before he jumped from the drivers seat. He then walked around to the main door and untied the rope, the door swinging open with nothing to keep it shut, "the horse needs it's damn dinner too, come on." Hidan called again, getting some firewood from the rack on the side of the wagon to start a fire with. They'd have to restock soon. He couldn't imagine that they had much to eat left either. Nothing a little threatening and a few beatings couldn't fix the next time they drove through a town.

"Amira fucking come on!" In reality it had been a about three minutes, but his wife still wasn't moving inside the wagon that he could hear. Swearing under his breathe, he decided to see what was wrong.

"Hey, bitch," he called, his voice ringing through the small space. When he turned the corner, he realized Amira had not moved. Just what the fuck was she putting on?

"What's wrong with you?" He accused, but the girl did not respond. He watched her for a moment before realizing she was still on about last night and the sacrifices.

"Hey, get up. There's no use moping around. You fucking killed people, get over it, in fact, get used to it," Hidan growled, his knuckles turning white as he balled his hands into fists. What a difficult woman!

"You made me kill those people," his wife murmured so slurred only after she was finished speaking did he understand what he said.

"Hell yes I did! You made a required fucking sacrifice! Think about all the god damned ones you have to make on your own free will!" Hidan felt like he was talking to a three year old, this is why he hated outsiders, they never understood, though technically Amira was no longer an outsider.

"I didn't want to!" She screeched, a sob wracking her small fame moments later.

"That's fucking Jashinisum! That's it! You kill, you destroy, you live your god damned life!" The man's voice was full of anger and annoyance, he felt like he shouldn't need to have this argument with her.

"I don't want this anymore! Kill me, please kill me!" Amira moaned, her silver hair covering her reddening cheeks. Hidan truthfully was more than happy to. Any punishment from his god was better than any more of her.

Ripping out a drawer from the wall, Hidan bent down to pick up a steak knife from the mismatched utensil set and gripped it, holding it in his hand much like he had instructed his wife to hours ago. In a flash, he was sinking it into her side between her ribs. One hole, two, three, before he hit a bone. She had already been screaming like her lungs were going to be ejected from her body when the blade hit her bone, it hit with such a force her delicate rib cracked as an inhuman sound ripped from her throat. The abusive man had his hand over her mouth, well more over her head as he roughly shoved her down, her right side hit the bed as her left gushed blood. He was on her in a flash, stabbing, ripping, slicing her flesh, pale skin parted to allow rose colored liquid to flow from her. He had a pillow over her face all the while, cutting her air supply and muffling her screams.

All in all, Amira meet a brutal fate. His wife had long since died when he ceased his attack. He was covered in her blood. A thick coating covered his hands before it bathed the cloth around his hips. Spatter could be found on every surface, her blood, thick and still warm ran down the bed into the mattress and to the floor.

Panting, Hidan dismounted the corpse. There was no regret, no pang of guilt, honestly, he felt nothing. He killed her, he was free. The jashinist stuck his hand in the luke warm water to his right, whipping it off on his pants before using it to push his hair out of his eyes.

That hadn't felt good. Where was the pleasure he always felt when he took a life? The euphoria? Looking down at the mangled body of what used to be his wife he felt nothing, maybe, just maybe, he felt...he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

His stomach growled just then as he gazed down at her. Going to the jar he'd previously seen her get money out of, he took a hand full and left camp. He needed something to eat above all else. The next town was about an hours walk, and he wished he would have rode the horse, after after a hot meal of food he was used to, it wasn't so bad he decided. After all, he didn't have anything left to worry about.

When he returned, he was surprised to find a fire started and a cut of meat roasting over it. For a moment, he thought that someone had found his camp, but when he was meet with a poorly thrown knife, the very same he'd used to murder Amira, his eyes fallowed the trail the knife took. In seething anger, there stood his wife in the broken doorway to the wagon. Fucking shit.

"You fucking jack ass!" She screamed, "you tried to fucking kill me!"

Hidan stood for a moment, surveying her and the environment around him before he spoke. This was extremely unfortunate.

"I did kill you, you dumb bitch," he almost sighed, "just shut the fuck up, your bleeding all over." There was no use arguing, plus he was tired and still sort of full, he didn't feel like fighting with her.

"Screw you! Your a monster!" She wasn't calming down or shrinking under is gaze. This was going to go on for a while he decided and he wasn't in the mood.

"Just shut up! He urged again, throwing himself down on a chair she'd placed next to the fire while he was gone.

"Why in the hell would you do that to someone? I'm your wife!" He had his back to her and refused to look while she continued.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know your god damned immortal? I just wanted you dead! Fucking shut up!" He finally cried, patience with her lost. He rubbed his head for a minute with his hand, finally it was quiet. He heard her feet rustle the grass as she crossed the field to stand in front of him.

"What do you mean I'm immortal?" Her voice was much calmer, quieter even, though her face still looked pissed as all hell.

"Your fucking immortal, what the fuck do you think? You just magically raised from the god damned dead?" He shot back at her, giving her a look that might have translated to 'your a fucking idiot.'

"You say that so casual," she scoffed.

"How the fuck do you think I survived in the fucking hole? I told you I'm immortal already, it's no big deal so calm your tits," Hidan huffed, "and what's the big idea with the food?"

"Screw you," she spat. He examined her as she bent over the cooking fire. She was still bleeding from a lot of the wounds he'd inflicted on her, though her face had been spared, her gorgeous face.

"I'd be glad to, except you'd bleed all over me," he sneered, a sadistic smirk crossing his features.

"Your sick," she accused.

"I can't help it if I get a god damned rise out of pissing you off," Hidan's smirk told it all. She groaned in annoyance and tried to tend to her dinner, though it was a bit hard seeing as she was bleeding through her cloths. He watched her piss and moan about it for a little while before he finally got sick of her whining. She made all sorts of unhappy noises, some suggesting she was in pain, just like a damned dog.

"Good lord woman, would you come here? Get me a wet rag," his voice was sounded commanding and bothered, and he was, he was irritated and sick of her, so when she begrudgingly returned clean cloth in hand, he pulled her down in front of him. Tearing the rag in half, he lay one half on his knee and the other half he handed to her. He less than gently he pulled off her top and started on her wounds, rubbing the blood from her skin and blotting each one, applying ample pressure so they would clot.

It was almost as if nothing had happened between them.

When he pressed on the first stab wound he'd inflicted, she hissed in pain.

"Sore?" He mumbled, why did he care again?

"Yeah, the bone," she nodded, biting her lip to try to curb the hurt.

"Other half," he demanded, throwing the bloodied half into the fire. Without words she did as he asked. He worked in silence for a few moments, he knew he should say something," you know, I uh, always thought this was a dress."

"Oh well, uh, the blue one is the same way," her tone was casual, seemingly uninvolved in the conversation. She was exposed save for the skirt she had on, the same color as her blouse laying on the ground.

"I've never noticed, Jashin it can't be that hard, you have what, five sets of cloths?" He asked, taking her hand to hold the rag onto a particularly deep gash on her side. His hands were tired, she could help.

"Mm three, you ruined two. And that's coming from the guy who keeps loosing his shirts!" She laughed, bringing her free hand to cover her mouth. She looked back at him, lavender orbs shinning through the darkness by the light of the fire.

"Are you smiling?" She asked, her face flashing briefly in disbelief.

Shit, she'd caught him before he caught himself. Right away he replaced whatever happy looks he had on his face with a deep scowl. She looked away then, whispering something that sounded like sorry. It was a bit awkward for the next few moments until both of their eyes settled on the dying fire. It was probably a plus he could see her in his line of view too.

"Will you do me a favor?" She asked, sounding a bit like a school girl. Oh fuck he knew what she was going to ask.

"Would you kiss me? Like..a real kiss, like a kiss that..." she paused. He could see her clutching up her skirt in her fee hand. Hidan didn't need to hear any more.

Gently, Hidan kissed her neck, working his way up until he felt her twist her upper body, he pulled away to get one last look at her before he pressed his lips to hers. The pair had shared more than kisses in the past, however this one was different, he wanted it to be different. He worked his lips slowly on hers, it was almost painfully slow the speed he used, but it was such a beautiful, mind blowing, deep kiss Amira easily forgave him. Two mouths, four lips melted into one as he gently poked her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, her lips parting for him like the red sea. His tongue met hers in such a way it felt like a firecracker went off, she was in top of him in seconds sitting stride across his lap, he hand one arm around her middle the other snaked up to fist his hand in her hair.

Unwillingly he pulled away from her, watching her lips quiver and eyes wanting more. He'd been feeling droplets of blood, and looking down at her pale chest he found a hole in her skin, actively bleeding like the moment it was inflicted. Slowly, he lent down to press his mouth on the imperfection in her skin. He could hear her breathing hitch as he sucked, a sweet coppery taste filling his mouth. Her blood was much different than anything he'd ever tasted, there was no bite back, only a flood of euphoria. When he pulled away, he was able to watch the red liquid bubble back to the surface. He attacked her lips again, tongues meshing together in an unchoreographed dance. He swore to Jashin that there was something more to her mouth, a taste he never got sick of. When they pulled apart then, a thin line of saliva connected there mouths, arching downward until it finally broke.

" 'm horny," she breathed through shallow breathed pants.

"Let's fuck,"


	7. Chapter 7

Hidan decided that if nothing else, Amira was a good lay. She was hot and tight and she liked the way he was rough with her, even if it hurt sometimes. Her hips met his on the first thrust every time and he'd decided they meshed together perfectly in bed. The next few days were full of sex, he fucked her on the grass, he banged her while she was bent over cleaning up blood from the wagon, and screwed her brains out as she tried to do laundry. They traveled during the day and stopped every evening, did chores and went to bed but didn't sleep. It was all fine and dandy with him, except for sometimes, she did little things that made him wonder.

The other night she served him dinner and neglected to tell him that the food and the plate she served it on was hot and Hidan burned his hands. Yesterday she'd been cutting up vegetables and leftover chunks of meat when he walked behind her, she spun around and narrowly missed cutting him veridically across his chest. Today she'd been riding the horse before they shipped off and nearly ran him over, claiming that the horse wasn't listening.

He brushed it off, saying it was all in his head. That little bit of a thing who threw up after seeing her first man killed couldn't possibly be trying to hurt him.

They had to stop finally when Amira informed Hidan that there would not be enough food for breakfast tomorrow. He was sure that the woman was finally seeing eye to eye with him, and it was frustrating to have her ask permission once again.

Prince plotted along at the same pace he always did, slow, and Hidan questioned Amira about acquiring a larger horse with a larger stride, but Amira wouldn't hear it. She couldn't bare to part with Prince. After giving it some thought he didn't blame her after the life she'd lived. They arrived much later into town than Hidan had planned but Amira insisted that it was a good thing, shops were closing, she said, and there for they were willing to make deals. His wife stocked up on vegetables, much to his distain, and bartered an ounce of that disgusting spice she put on everything for a piece of sausage as long and thick as his arm before he lost track of her. He had to hand it to her, she knew what she was doing.

"Could we stay here tonight? Tomorrow I'd like to see if I can get a little more for us, I was thinking we could also, um, eat in a restaurant too," she sounded meek, like she shouldn't be asking, her eyes huge and deer like and a sort of pout set on her features.

"Sure," he shrugged, and the pair doubled up on the horse and rode off to if find somewhere for dinner. They found themselves in a pub about twenty minutes later, looking at menus with sake on the way.

"Um, Hidan," she whispered. Hidan put down his menu sort of dramatically, making a slapping sound as it hit the table, she never stopped talking did she?

"What?" He spat. Honestly just when he thought he was going to get a quiet moment.

"I uh, I've never been to a restaurant and uh, I.." She paused for a moment as if deciding if she should finish, "I can't, you know, read."

"You can't read," Hidan stated, all most as if he thought she was joking. He didn't doubt it. Gypsy men wanted there women stupid and quiet, if they could read they might be able to figure out that they were being treated unfairly. Although, Amira seemed to know and accept how she was treated in camp. She shook her head innocently. Sighing Hidan motioned for her to sit next to him and put the paper down in front of them.

"Oh, that's okay, if you would just order me something you think I'd like," she tried to convince, smoothing out the skirt of her dress but Hidan refused.

"Oh no, your not bugging my ass for the rest of our lives about this shit, have a look at this. I'm gonna teach your ass to read if it kills me," the older man spat. The sake was brought and the male jashinist ordered food, trying to teach his bride to sound out words to pass the time.

"I hope I'm not intruding," a male voice came, snapping the pairs attention away from the menu. A tan skinned man snaked his way into the booth opposite of Hidan and Amira, those piercing green eyes of his were unmistakable, though his other features had changed. His hair was still long, though it was no longer covered and it was well kept, a scarf lay around his neck and a mask of the same color around his mouth. He wore civilian cloths, simple, long sleeved and dark in color.

"Kakuzu you old fuck!" Hidan exclaimed loud enough to make Amira jump.

"Quiet down loudmouth," the man narrowed his eyes, "always with the yelling."

"Aw shut the fuck up, it's been twenty years and that's the first damned thing you say to me?" The jashinist put his hands on the table, beating them down for effect and making his wife jump again.

"Where in the hell did you get that?" Amira visibly tensed when the strangers eyes fell on her, clearly her husband knew this man but something felt wrong about him.

"Never mind her," Amira's jaw dropped, her eyes transfixed on her husband. Never since they'd been joined together had he put her on the side lines. She felt like she was back in the gypsy camp. She very vividly remembered her father, her ex-husband, and her uncle doing the same thing he'd just done and after seeing the light outside the camp, she was offended.

"Oh Hidan you didn't," Kakuzu sneered, "how old is she, fifteen?"

"My name is Amira and I am nineteen years old, thank you." It was Hidan's turn to gawk. The girls cheeks were flush, never in her life had she spoke to a man that way, and honestly she expected to be hit. She was fairly sure that Hidan would protect her, but honestly she knew she wasn't safe from him either.

"Such a big mouth for such a little girl," Kakuzu scoffed "you two must get along so well."

"We do, actually! I love my husband!" Amira blurted. Honestly she had no idea that he was just trying to get her preverbal goat.

"Mmm, I see that," the older man replied, attempting to pass the girl off. Truthfully he only wanted to talk with his previous partner and though he used to hate the man, he needed a favor and they were perfect. He'd been watching them since they entered town and after noticing who they were he decided to fallow.

"How in Jashin's sweet hell are you still around?" Hidan cut in, drawing all the attention to himself. He honestly didn't want Kakuzu's eyes on his prize, and more over, he didn't want the old bastardized getting any ideas.

"It just so happened my original human heart kicked back on while I was in the morgue in the hidden leaf, I snuck out and regained myself after that. Moving on, I'm sort of in a bind, I was wondering if you could help me," the food came then, the waitress bringing Kakuzu's along too, it became apparent to the jashinists that the other man had been planning this meeting. Kakuzu poured himself a glass of Hidan's sake, the cheep bastard, and returned his gaze to the pair to wait for an answer.

The male jashinist didn't want to help the stupid bastard, what had the geezer done for him in the last twenty years? Certainly not come looking for him and he didn't want him within one hundred meters of Amira, though something tugged at him, Kakuzu had once been his friend after all and sewn him back together many times.

"What sort of help?" He asked wearily, he hadn't bothered to look down at his wife who was nervously trying to eat. He wished she'd pipe in and make him an excuse why he couldn't help, though he knew the submissive girl would never so much as think of it.

"Nothing much, I just need a hiding place for about a week, you two travel don't you? You can drop me off in the next town, it'll take about that long to get there. I've got plenty of cash," the miser didn't want to offer them money, but with some not so choice people on his ass, he had to use his resources.

"We don't normally use money," Hidan was holding out, Amira could tell, though his statement was true.

"Alright then, what is it you want?" The masked man narrowed his eyes, just what was Hidan playing at?

"A new horse," Hidan's tone was firm, his voice unwavering along with his serious looking facial features. Fuck face was giving him exactly what he wanted, no questions asked? This was too good to be true.

"You can't!" Amira cried, her entire body twisting to him and her small hand grabbing the shoulder material of his shirt. She looked angry, and sort of like she might cry, her lower lip quivering in such a way that made Hidan roll his eyes. He couldn't believe her, this morning she spread her legs like a woman and now she sounded like a child.

"Fucking relax, you can still keep the other one," his response seemed to please her, because she quietly, slowly went back to eating. If they hadn't been in public he might have slapped her.

"It's a deal then?" The pair looked up, two pairs of violet eyes meet a single pair of green.

"Deal," Hidan replied, still feeling a bit reluctant. It was too late now, he surmised.

xXx

The first night in the three person camp had Hidan convinced that Amira was up to something. She'd brought him two new shirts, one beige in color and the other black, and asked him if he liked them. A shirt was a shirt, he told her, but she wouldn't hear it, she insisted that he try them on. Of course he did, just to shut her up, and they chattered back and forth about the way it fit and how he liked it. He told her again a shirt was a shirt, and she took them back, muttering something about washing them as Hidan returned to his spot near the fire. It wasn't until he started feeling uncomfortable that he realized something was up.

"Amira!" He bellowed, " get your ass back here!"

The girl returned from around the back of the wagon where the water barrels were kept. He could see her hands were wet and she had a bit of water splashed onto her.

"What is it?" She sounded so convincing.

He commanded her to come to him, and he turned his back to her quickly. "What the fuck is on me?" The girl could only gasp, seconds later he felt her slap him, he reeled back, standing up to tower over her. He probably could have bottled and sold the anger he was feeling right now.

"Look!"she pointed down, a mid sized black spider contrasted the green grass. He grabbed her wrists in his hands, jerking her face to his.

"What did you do?" He growled, squeezing her tightly. She whimpered quietly.

"Please, your hurting me," she uttered, "honestly, I didn't do anything," her expression looked real, though he knew she'd put the spider in his shirt. He shook her one last time, jerking her roughly before shoving her away.

"Get me something for the fucking hives!" He demanded, sending her scrambling off.

Hidan, still quiet pissed sat back down on what had come to be 'his' chair, almost throwing himself down really. He tried to lean back, but the spider bites had him hissing in pain.

"That was quite childish," kakuzu had been sitting on the other side of the fire watching it all unfold, their bickering made for lovely entertainment.

"Shut the hell up," the silver haired man shot as his female miniature returned with a cold cloth. She pressed it lightly to his swelling back, but the coolness of it only served to bring him more pain, "watch it!" He barked. Jashin this woman!

xXx

Hidan wasn't sure how long it had been since he and Amira left the temple, though today in his pants pocket he found a pair of pendants, beautiful silver symbols of the Jashin faith. He remembered the elder giving them to him, though he was still surprised having found them again. Had he honestly forgot?

"Amira," he called, spotting the busy woman hunched over the fire where she currently had breakfast going. She was whipping her hands and and walking over to him within a few moments.

"Here," he presented it to her by placing it around her neck, his voice flat and monotone. He put his own on as he watched her marvel at it for a second before letting it drop, the symbol hanging somewhere just below her breasts. He'd regret giving it to her in the next few hours.

They were both sitting on the drivers seat of the wagon, she was chatting and he was being forced to listen, when she pulled off the the necklace.

"You know this thing, oh, whoops," he'd practically watched her drop it. She wasn't fooling anyone with her butter fingers act. As she lent down to get it, she'd almost tipped off the horse drawn carriage, though her quick to react husband pulled her back down to her seat.

"I'll get it," he insisted. She had to be planning something to volunteer to get it first. The pendant had gotten caught on what looked like a second emergency brake, stopping it from falling to the road below. Hidan lent down, grasping the thing, when he too found himself tipping and tried in vain to sit back up, he lost what little balance he had and fell. He hit his head first, and he barely escaped getting ran over by the still moving wagon wheels. Amira went a little too far before she stopped the wagon, jumping down to gush over him and the goose egg forming on his head, thanking him up and down for 'saving' her god forsaken necklace. Hidan had a headache and opted to go inside for the time being, away from any more possible dangers. He had barely sat down on the day bed when Kakuzu spoke, seated on a chair near the back.

"You know that spider from the other night has a double, they look exactly alike save for the non poisonous spider has a white belly," the older mans voice sounded very factual, but Hidan still wasn't putting two and two together. "I read it in this book I found under the mattress, you know, someone who couldn't read might get them confused," he continued. It hit Hidan like a ton of bricks.

She wasn't just trying to hurt him, she was trying to kill him. He'd have to wait until they stopped to do any damage, but now he had time to think.

xXx

Before the wagon even stopped, Hidan was out of it, circling around the long way. Amira jumped down and went inside, taking the short route, the first thing she noticed was her husband gone. She didn't talk to the other man, just left the wagon confused as to what was happening. He jumped on her before she even had both feet on the ground. He had one hand around her middle just under her breasts, pulling her tightly to his chest, the other he hand shoved down her skirt.

"What are you doing?" She asked in a tone for critical than he would have liked. She was at his mercy didn't she know? Roughly, he sunk two fingers into her, sending Amira withering in pleasure.

"Tell me why your trying to fucking kill me?" The man demanded, pulling his fingers from her to twist her clit. The girl did not respond, she only gave him a throaty moan and seemed to melt into him. Raising his hand a bit higher, he locked his hand around her neck and squeezed, she immediately began choking for air.

"If you don't fucking tell me why your trying to god damn kill me, I'll make your life a living hell with stitch face in there," he loosened his grip just enough to all her to speak and take a few short gasps.

"For all the fucking shit you put me through! You stabbed me to death and your an abusive mother fucker," if she could have spit in his face she would have.

"I'm a god damned immortal! You can't kill me, you dumb bitch!" He twisted her neither regions just a bit harder than she liked, this time making her cry out in pain instead of pleasure. It was music to Hidan's ears.

"Who said I'm trying to kill you?" She managed to choke. Truth be told that sort if intrigued Hidan, and so he allowed her a little bit more room in her airway. "It's just, I don't know, it was funny," she wheezed. He couldn't tell if that was a lie or not.

"Funny?" He mocked, "you think this is funny? After all the shit I do for you?"

"You would have done it anyway! Lord Jashin said you would!" She hadn't just used his own god against him had she? He spun her around, taking her jaw in his right hand and used it to pull her close until they were face to face.

"What do you know about Lord Jashin?" His tone almost dared her to speak, and if it would have been earlier in their relationship she wouldn't have. "What do you know besides what I told you?"

"He," Amira gasped, bending over searching for breathe with her hands on her knees, "he came to me in a dream and he, uh, he explained everything." Hidan could see the fear in her eyes, and after giving her a once over, he practically threw her away from him.

"Get lost, bitch," he spat, and Amira did just that, too pissed to stick around.

"She won't stick around long if you keep treating her like that," Kakuzu's voice came, the older man stood in the doorway, a book in hand and his mask off of his face.

"She has to. Lord Jashin willed it. She would have already 'conveniently disappeared' if I had it my way," Hidan groaned, leaning against his mobile home.

"I give it six months," kakuzu chuckled darkly.

"Fuck off, didn't you hear what I said? We can't leave each other," Hidan made an irritated face at him, eye brows furrowed and frustration harbored in his eyes.

"It's a vicious cycle Hidan, something happens, you two get in a fight, you threaten to beat the shit out of her, or maybe you do beat her just so you can both get over it, then you fuck like rabbits for a while just to do it all over. It's been like that for a while hasn't it?" The stitched ex-con had this down to a science, he had Hidan painted to a T, " I know you."

"Mind your own damn business! I never asked for relationship advice!" The jashinist growled, his tone too sour for his own good.

"She's beautiful Hidan, and maybe she can't leave, but someone else could take her away," kakuzu turned his back then and stalked off down the road. It was a good thing too, because Hidan would have killed the dumb fucker. Talk about his wife like that, his woman! His Amira. Just what the hell was wrong with threatening her? She was his wasn't she? Truth be told he'd been feeling especially close to the girl lately, not that he would ever tell her in words, but he realized that his body language never communicated that either.

The campsite was just a meter or so off the road and had just enough room to tie the horse and start a fire. They'd started into a rice country in the middle of the day and soon after the only thing a person could see for miles was flat rice patties. With that knowledge he wondered just how far a person could get before he lost sight of them, however Kakuzu and Amira had both gone, no where in sight.

"Amira!" He called, though he received no answer. Night would fall before she returned and by then he had a campfire going.

"Just where the hell have you been?" Hidan demanded, coming to his feet to stand next to the fire. While she'd been gone he couldn't help but get lost in thought while he was alone. He'd half way convinced himself that Kakuzu was fucking Amira and they'd run away together, or at least something had taken her from him. When he'd gotten so possessive with the little wench he didn't know. She had been smiling softly at him, not answering for a few long seconds before she produced a cloth from behind her back.

"I found this rice paddy no one was using with some stray plants in it, so, I uh, took the rice, and then I kept going and found some mushrooms and some berries to make some jam, cuz, were running kinda low and uh," she was babbling, and honestly it could have been a lie he reasoned seeing as she'd lied to him the past couple days but maybe not. "You weren't worried, were you?" She sounded so innocent and cute, so unsuspecting.

"Hell no," Hidan scoffed. Of course he had.

"Can I tell you something?" She asked, the smile dropping from her face to allow a much more serious tone to take over. Here it comes, he thought for sure she was gonna leave just like the old buzzard said. She crossed the small campsite in a few steps and after setting her bundle down she sat stride across his lap. He knew where this was going, this was the end of the cycle.

"What is it?" He asked sort of solemnly, putting his hands on her hips to keep her at her current distance. He hoped she wouldn't take it the wrong way.

"Well um, I was just thinking, and," she trailed off, putting her hands on top of his. The smile returned to her face and she looked down, rubbing her fingers on his lightly, "sorry, I feel kinda silly," he had the urge to shout at her to get on with it, but instead he kept his mouth pressed shut.

"I love you, you know? I just don't think I've ever said it like, to your face, that's all," she looked up as she finished speaking, blushing just a bit. Her violet eyes sparkled in the low lighting and he swore he heard her giggle just a bit. That was all?

"You love me even after all that bullshit?" He asked, honestly surprised by her words but he didn't let his surprise flow over onto his tone of voice.

"Of course! You love me too, right?" She tried not to preconceive what he was going to say. She knew he wasn't anywhere near nice or romantic, but it was hard for the nineteen year old girl not to get ideas. He was quiet for a bit longer than she'd liked, and it bothered her. Did he not love her back?

"Sure," his lips quivered as he spoke, very unsure of himself. Never in his life had he told another person that they ment something to him and he wasn't sure if she entirely did mean something to him. This was an emotion very strange to the masochist, he had no idea how to react, he he knew he didn't like it. He didn't love her did he? Sure he'd agreed, but was it a true statement?

It wasn't the "I love you too," that Amira had imagined, but it was good enough. She threw her arms around him in a hug, a real hug that was tighter than he thought Amira could muster, and just held him for a long time. Hesitantly, Hidan also wrapped his arms around her, just her hips, and just held on to her too.

It bothered him that she could still tell him that she loved him even after he fucking killed her. He wondered if his lord had said something to her in her dream, she was acting so affectionate it made him concerned. Never since they'd been together had she warmed up to him so quickly after a fight.

"Lord Jashin wants us to love each other," Amira whispered, her warm breathe on his ear, "he told me to tell you that your forgiven, and he wants us to just keep going like we have been. I think we're both changing, and I think he likes that," despite having no heart beat, Hidan was warm and on this cool night it was nice to be able to sit with him. It was even nicer to have him calm enough to have a decent conversation, something he did not excel at she noted.

"That goes against everything Jashinisum stands for, why would lord Jashin want to encourage love?" It was warming and encouraging to know that he was in good standings with his god, but the portion about love still struck a cord. He felt like this was a sick joke, like he truly was a rook and lord Jashin was only playing a game with him. He felt like Amira could be ripped away from him any second, no matter how he felt deep down.

"I didn't question him, I just accepted," she drew away from him, sitting up straight on his lap. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her right index finger rubbing slow circles over his collar bone.

"I think we're just dolls Hidan," she spoke softly, like the wind could carry away her voice. Before Hidan could respond, Kakuzu appeared in camp, his ninja speed remained unchanged.

"Full circle huh?" He laughed darkly, his hands jammed in his pockets and a smirk set on his unmasked face.

"Piss up a rope," Hidan seethed. So much for that pleasant mood.

"What's he talking about?" The girl asked, looking between the men.

"Nothing," Hidan shot his former partner a dirty look and tried to soothe his wife by telling her that Kakuzu was just an old bastard with dementia but she wasn't having it.

"If you don't tell me what's going on you can walk the rest of the way," for the first time since they'd meet Amira spoke to him. She might have been perched like some sort of pet on her husbands lap, but by no means was she ever going to let a man talk down to her again.

"I was talking with Hidan earlier about you both, nothing bad, I assure you," Amira did not seem to accept his words though she didn't fuss over him anymore. Grabbing Hidan's wrist, she insisted it was late and time for bed, and he willingly went. Amira always slept closest to the wall and she could usually be found cuddled up to Hidan's back. Kakuzu was put up on the floor. Amira had made plenty of quilts and Afghan blankets when she was married and sad, and then after her divorce to pass the time, all piled together it made a pretty comfortable bed. It went against her tradition to not give him the best they had, but Hidan had to remind her again that she wasn't with the nomads anymore. He also wasn't about to give up his own bed.

xXx

The trio traveled for the rest of the week through the rice patties, and never in their life had they been so relieved to see a town. It was a large, and bustling town, though no where near the size of a hidden village. It didn't take them long to that this is where the rice from the fields came, the entire village revolved around sake, paper, and shipments of rice itself. Fine draft horses were a dime a dozen, which made Kakuzu very happy, within an hour Amira held the halter of large dappled grey with hooves larger than dinner plates, that had to be twice Princes size. After fitting the harness to her new pet and stocking up on a few more things they needed, it was time to part with Kakuzu.

Neither of the jashinists seemed sad and Kakuzu was unreadable with the mask on, though if seemed there was some tension between the two men and it was to be understood. After working together and then thinking each other dead for twenty years, who wouldn't have been even slightly upset?

Both men were trained shinobi, and though it was forbidden to form emotional attachment, for the human brain that was nearly impossible. They didn't hug, or even shake hands, they only regarded each other and parted ways. With Prince the horse tied to the back wagon, the couple set back on their aimless journey, bickering idly about a name for the new horse.

"There is no way we are naming the god damned thing King, that horse isn't anywhere near being king, not even of a pile of his own shit!" Kakuzu could hear his ex-partner yelling still, even after he couldn't see him, and he was surprised to hear his little wife's voice too, not to be outdone.

"We have to keep up the naming scheme! This isn't a game!"

"Yes it is! It's your game!" Her husband argued back.

"Always with the yelling," the banker sighed.


	8. Chapter 8

It took another four days for the pair of jashinists to get out of rice country. Amira 'borrowed' rice from a different field each night of the trip to help conserve food, though meals were small anyway. They spent the majority of the time quiet. It was strange for Amira to be so quiet, Hidan noted but didn't question the girl at first but by the end of the trip he was suspicious.

"Just what the hell is wrong with you?" He said In-between bites of the rice omelette Amira had made him. She was eating her own egg at the time, but after he'd asked she suddenly wasn't hungry anymore. After giving him her food and no answer, she went inside, claiming she needed to take care of somethings. Hidan wanted to push the issue, but he didn't want to get up just yet and besides, he was still eating. When he asked her again around dinner, she slowly picked up his hand and pressed it between her her hips. He felt something hard that he knew wasn't bone, and feeling around a little more, he realized how large it was.

"What is that?" For a second, the male jashinist was happy, he thought for sure that it was a baby, that by some long shot chance he'd gotten her pregnant. That notion quickly faded after he realized that a baby wouldn't be that big yet, even if she'd gotten pregnant the first try.

"I don't know," she whispered, "but it hurts and I'm scared."

As much as he wanted to ignore it, Hidan knew something was wrong. Her face looked stressed, like she'd just fought a great battle, and he noticed her knees trembling.

"Does it hurt that bad?" He asked, pressing on the lump just a bit harder. She nodded, biting her lip to hold back a cry of pain. Groaning, Hidan stood up, and pulled her close to him, instructing her to hang on, and made a hand sign.

"Body flicker technique," he announced, and suddenly they had returned to the gates of the rice village. Hidan's shoulders slumped as he panted lightly, how had such a low level jutsu taken so much out of him?

"How'd you do that?" She asked, perking up with the usage of this 'amazing' skill, but Hidan only rolled his eyes.

"I'm a ninja remember?"

xXx

After locating Kakuzu, and convincing the ex-Akatsuki treasurer to have a look, Amira ended up sprawled out on her back in the stitch man's new apartment. Though Kakuzu was not a doctor and he had told his former partner that several times, Hidan wouldn't take no for an answer. At three in the morning, Kakuzu started an examination.

"This is what I'm supposed to be feeling?" He asked using two fingers to push into the girls pelvic region. When he produced a whine from the girl, he assumed he was in the right place.

"I think it's a tumor," Kakuzu concluded, and he said nothing more.

"Can't you fucking do something about it?" Hidan demanded to know, this was stressing him out. He knew Amira wasn't in any real danger, she was immortal for Jashin's sake, but still, she was in pain and as much as he hated to say it, he wanted her back to normal.

"Are you saying you want me to rip your wife open with out anesthetic?" Kakuzu shot back. He couldn't possibly be that dense could he? Hidan didn't reply. Stitch ass was right.

"It's okay, I can take it," Amira's voice was low and quiet, she was in a large amount of pain, surgery couldn't hurt much worse and she thought it better to just get it over with. It didn't take long for Kakuzu to find an acceptable knife and start with his task.

Amira couldn't have been more wrong. Maybe it was just because of the amount of swelling or maybe the knife was dull but it was probably just because she could feel everything he was doing. Immediately she threw her head back and let out a blood curling scream.

"Cover her mouth!" Kakuzu commanded and Hidan did just that. He knew these screams, though he didn't much mind screaming in general, he horribly disliked the way these resembled the ones she'd made when she was dying. That contradicted itself, he knew, but with his head swimming the way it was, he wasn't sure even he could make sense of it. He was too distracted by own brain to notice her biting into his palm.

"Hidan what did she do?" Kakuzu's angry voice snapped him out of it suddenly, and right away he noticed his wife's skin tone change to black. Slowly it passed up her legs before it over took the rest of her, leaving bleach white 'bones' in it's wake. Ripping his hand away from her mouth, he realized that she'd swallowed blood from his already healing hand. Amira let out another scream, her blood coating the floor and any nearby clothing. Hidan could feel the reverberations in his throat before he felt the pain.

"Oh Jashin," he moaned, unsure if this was a good or bad feeling. This was her pain, her ache, they were laying in her puddle of blood, and now Hidan could feel every move too. He'd never been on the receiving end of this jutsu, always on the casting end, and he was very concerned now. Hidan supported himself with one arm, watching Kakuzu work. The miser's hands were covered in blood, for just a moment he was stopped, as if he was deciding what to take and what to leave. Suddenly in one quick movement he cut something, and through his closing eyes Hidan could see him throw something to his left.

Neither of the Jashinists got to see the end of surgery. Amira passed out, taking Hidan with her.

xXx

Hidan was laying on an awfully hard sofa when he woke up. Blinking sleep out of his eyes, he sat up, adrenaline still left over from before he nodded off compelling him to move.

"Don't get up, you'll wake her," Kakuzu's voice came from a chair nearby, he'd clearly been trying to sleep.

"What?" Hidan asked, rubbing his head and brushing his hair back.

"The floor boards creek. If you get up, you'll wake her," the older man said slowly, like he was explaining it to a stupid person. He wasn't that far off. Hidan groaned, he still had a dull ache in his lower abdomen and he was quite litteraly exhausted.

"What happened after I went out?" He asked.

"Don't tell me that you are actually starting to care for someone other than yourself?" Kakuzu mocked and Hidan shot him a look.

"Fine, fine," the miser rolled his eyes, "I sewed her back up, that's all. She was so full of tumors, I took everything," Hidan didn't want the mental image of him ripping shit out of his wife, he'd already felt it and that was good enough for him.

"That's okay, she's wasn't using that stuff anyway," Hidan grunted, laying back down, "by the way stitch ass, thanks."

xXx

When Amira woke up, the pain in her hips was unbearable. Her hands went to clutch her incision, but two rough hands stopped her. Looking up, she realized her husband was at the end of what she assumed was Kakuzu's bed. They locked eyes for a moment before she got up the nerve to speak.

"I feel empty," she whimpered, and like a child she reached out to him for a hug. Sighing, Hidan reluctantly sat down and pulled her into a hug, huffing about it as she climbed onto his lap. Hidan tried to comfort her. He wondered how she really felt inside, physically. He wondered if she knew right when she woke up. As his shirt was getting wet from her tears and tiny hiccups were filling his ears, he rubbed her back gently to reassure her. He couldn't explain why, but he felt horrible about this too.

Truthfully he didn't understand why she was crying completely. He understood she'd probably be upset but she knew she couldn't have children so why did it matter? It must have been the principal of the thing. He thought maybe, he knew actually, that she, that they hoped by some snowballs chance it hadn't been her that was defective in her last marriage. He didn't question her, only held her as she cried.

xXx

Amira had been up and walking within an hour after she'd reawakened, however recovery was proving harder for not only her but the other two men. The nineteen year old insisted that she was fine, despite the ache in her belly, and tried in vain to resume doing things she normally would have. Several times while trying to clean up, he girl flat out ripped her stitches, creating a waterfall of blood that cascaded to the floor and earned a groan from Kakuzu. Each time Hidan was nowhere to be found.

"You insolent girl, what did I tell you about not straining yourself! Your supposed to be resting for another six weeks," Kakuzu scolded her angrily, sometimes he wanted to wring her neck. This was the second or third time this had happened, so Amira was used to the tendrils snaking from Kakuzu's body to pull the wound closed yet again. It tickled, just a bit, when it pierced her skin, she surmised it was because they were so sharp. The elder man pulled them a little tighter each time he did them up, pulling her skin closer and closer. The scar would not be pretty.

"It's getting infected," Kakuzu growled. A few hours ago it had just been a bit pink, but now he could see it reddening.

"So then I should be bleeding it more! And besides, I can't take six weeks off! We have places to go, we have to keep moving!" Amira argued, she spoke only her own frustrated truth.

"First of all, don't bleed it, that's a very outdated way to do things, and second of all, where is it you have to go? I've heard Hidan remind you before that you don't live in a camp anymore," Kakuzu finished the argument. Sitting down again, he watched confusion take over her eyes.

Where was it they had to go? Were they even headed any place at all? There was no plan, Kakuzu was right, Amira kept the wagon moving because it had been what she had always done. They wandered aimlessly, never once looking at a map. Amira took a seat on the sofa opposite Kakuzu's arm chair, picking up one of his books from nearby she stared at the cover.

"Prin, princee, princi," Amira tried to sound, "principle, principles, of," the girl wrinkled her nose, having gotten her self stuck on another word that started with an A.

"Principals of accounting," Kakuzu corrected, "I thought you couldn't read?"

"I can't, but, Hidan has sort of been teaching me," she beamed, proud of herself even though she'd only gotten the first word. She then proceeded to open the book and try to sound out more words.

The man who had brought them both together walked, more like stomped, through the door then, muttering curse words under his breathe. Today he tried to move the wagon a little closer to the village, Amira worried about the horses being alone and with no lock on the door (who was she kidding it barely even shut) anyone who passed by could be going through their things.

"What's wrong?" Amira piped up, seeing her husband in obvious discontent.

"The fucking wheels, every God damned wheel, fell off that God damned wagon, all at once, I've never seen anything fucking like it. I can't believe that cock sucking wagon," he seethed, she could practically see the fire burning behind his eyes. His fists were white, clenched as hard as he could get them, matching his gritting teeth.

"Every wheel?" Amira mocked, the other jashinist ignored her, choosing instead to throw himself down on the couch, a hand covering his face. Amira turned to leave then, to go out the door and find out for herself just what was wrong, but that plan was foiled by tentacle-like appendages that came from Kakuzu's arm and hung her upside down. He then proceeded to carry her over and drop her on top of her husband. Both responded with 'fuck you' almost in unison, that had them turning their heads to look at each other in disbelief.

"Keep your ass sitting down, little girl," Kakuzu sounded like he was trying to lecture her, and neither of them were having it.

"Don't you drop her on me again! Let her do whatever the fuck she wants," Hidan insisted, shooing her off of him. It wasn't so much he cared, he just didn't want his wife pestering him. She stuck her tongue out at him childishly, but let it be known she agreed with him. Kakuzu rolled his eyes.

"Let's the three of us go together," Amira suggested, but nothing ever became of it. So eventually she got up and set to making dinner. Once more Kakuzu tried to stop her, but once more Hidan told him to leave her be. Neither payed her a piece of mind after that. Dinner was ready in an hour, every ingredient under the sun that meshed well together could be found inside of the ramen she'd made. Hidan had never seen her cook anything like it.

"The hell is this? No way your cooking normal food," he said arrogantly, seating himself and taking a bite before even saying thank you, "hey, hey, you didn't put that shitty spice in it!"

"Of course not, do you see any here?" Amira twirled her noodles around in her bowl, she quite liked the spice and she thought all the food tasted off without it. Bland even. "And I know how to cook this sort of food! It's not practical with our life style!"

"Cram it," her husband said with a mouth full of noodles. Sighing Amira looked to Kakuzu, who nearly nodded his approval. This was sort of a feast for Amira, so many ingredients in one bowl, she'd found pork, mushrooms, seaweed and egg right away and then still continued looking. In her way of cooking, the spice gave food flavor when you only worked with a few things, and though the stove was nice it lacked the smokey flavor that came from the fire.

"I don't want to live in a house," she blurted, and instantly blushed. The words had spilled out of her mouth and now she was feeling more than embarrassed. She hadn't realized she'd taken Kakuzu's words about settling down seriously before.

"What?" Hidan asked, giving her the same grumpy 'what in gods green earth are you saying?' look he always did, but she brushed it off. Later as the couple organized a bed on the pull out sofa, Hidan handed her a cup of red wine.

"This isn't blood is it?" She asked tentatively as she sniffed it.

"Your damn lucky it isn't. Drink up, we have some sacrificing to do tonight," her husband commanded as he pulled his own cup back and drank his glasses contents in their entirety. Amira paled and looked down at her reflection in the wine. So much for going to sleep.

xXx

The pair returned early in the morning, the sun had just began to paint the sky pink as it crested over the horizon, mostly covered in blood after a night filled with purging the streets of trash. It was easy to kill people who meant nothing, easy to kill criminals, but something still tugged at Hidan when he watched Amira kill someone. She did it with terror in her eyes, she did it with a week hand that caused more suffering than necessary, she did it, and then she threw up again. Hidan felt bad, but it was the way it had to be.

It wasn't until they'd gotten out of their joint shower that they realized they didn't have any cloths with them besides the ones they'd worn. Hidan insisted he'd just barrow something from Kakuzu, and make a trip back to the wagon, but Amira made it a point she wouldn't let him leave her with the tan skinned man again. Amira ended up washing their cloths in the sink and hanging them to dry everyplace she could find. She settled down and both resolved that they were trapped in Kakuzu's bathroom.

"You know, my hair is growing in this color now," Amira took a chunk of her hair and brushed it back so her husband could see her roots, "did yours do this?"

"I was born with my hair this color," Hidan leaned on the wall for support as he gently let his eyes close, only to open them again and scrunch up his face in disgust when she continued talking.

"Is there a sure fired way to speak to lord Jashin? I'd like to talk to him again," she used a casual tone for something so big. Didn't she know that their god didn't have time for her bullshit? Clearly not when she refused to let a tired man rest.

"No, there isn't. I've only spoken to him a few times myself, it's not like he has a door bell ya know," Hidan resisted the urge to call her an idiot and reminded himself she was still new to this, "go to sleep, god damn."

If Hidan's eyes wouldn't have been closed he would have rolled them as he felt Amira curl up next to him, head on his shoulder. He heard her sigh contently, and then he drifted off.

xXx

"What the fuck are you two doing?" Kakuzu's voice was the next thing he heard, hours later. Groaning, he felt around for a towel. Like hell he wanted stitch ass seeing his wife naked.

"Damn it, can't you let us sleep dick face?" Hidan grumbled, standing up to look for his underwear. He threw his shirt to Amira after pulling on his undergarments.

"You didn't answer me," Kakuzu hissed. Hidan rolled his eyes.

"Long night, alright fucker?" The jashinist sighed and stretched, he heard Amira stand up and begin to shuffle, assuming she was going to dress behind him. Kakuzu narrowed his eyes but left them none the less, muttering something about this nonsense costing him time. Hidan figured that had something to do with the phrase time is money.

"Amira, make me some breakfast," Hidan demanded, yawning loudly after. The girl just walked past him, arms crossed, and he heard the floor boards creek in front of the couch. Fallowing her out, he found her sitting on her ass.

"Are you deaf?" He mocked, hadn't he just told her to make him breakfast?

"No, I just don't want to," she humphed, crossing her right leg on her left. He didn't feel like making her get up, he settled to flop down on the other side of the couch.

"I had a dream while I was sleeping," Amira said as she scooted closer to him. Hidan shot her a look, but she kept talking, "it was kinda scary but, you were there. I was bleeding all over but you kept telling me that lord Jashin would help me. Do you think it meant something?"

"Do dreams ever mean anything?" Hidan sighed, "please be quiet."

Amira didn't say anything else, she just scooted a bit closer and and put her head on his shoulder.

xXx

Amira's wound cleared up within a couple days despite the infection and size of the incision. Amira thanked Kakuzu and the pair set off to put there home on wheels back together. The wagon appeared to be okay other than it's crushed wheels. They had only one spare, but Amira claimed it wouldn't be long to repair the rest. Hidan didn't know anything about it, but with the money mostly exhausted, it was the only way. So the next day he sat on his ass and watched her work. She had a hatchet, another sort of tool and a paint can full of black tar, by afternoon they were off again.

The new horse, which Hidan named Knight (an English word he'd read in a book he'd found) was moving at a much faster pace and his wife was full of joy with pep in her step and plenty of spunk. With everything back to her normal self Hidan had time to think.

Everything seemed pretty good. Life was tolerable and easy, be barely had to lift a finger, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that his life revolved around his wife, she did everything. Not that he cared, but there had to be some sort of symbolism to that in his religion. He tried to think back to the manuscripts he'd read when he first began practicing but came up with nothing. He wondered if he would end up some sort of reverse martyr for his faith, to live for it instead of die, but again comparing it to the values of Jashinisum, it made little sense. Clutching the pendant around his neck, he bagan to pray.

"Lord Jashin, I must ask your forgiveness for questioning you, however I need further guidance. Lord Jashin, I cannot put together the puzzle pieces," he spoke quietly, only loud enough for his wife next to him to hear. He was quiet for a few moments longer, head still bowed and eyes still closed. He was glad he hadn't righted himself when he was granted a response.

"I suppose I could give you a response Hidan, you have made me very happy as of late," his god spoke to him and only him, "I have decided to make an example out of you, the perfect jashinist. When you achieve this, the next stage of my grand design will begin. Until then do not worry."

Just like that his lord presence was gone, leaving Hidan to his thoughts again. He was honored, he, of all people was to become the perfect Jashinist! Though he was ecstatic, he couldn't help but wonder what the next stage of the plan was. He hoped it wasn't a crucifix. He pondered Amira's dream, it probably had meant something, lord Jashin would make everything okay, for both of them.

"Hidan! I asked you if you wanted to camp tonight or not!" Amira's shouting pulled him out of thought, he turned to look at her a little dumb founded.

"What?" He gaped.

"Do you wanna set camp tonight or not? We lost a lot of time," Amira's face was set in a scowl. There was no telling how long she'd been trying to get his attention.

"Yeah, let's get some sleep," Hidan affirmed, "you don't even have to cook, let's just sleep."

In less than ten minutes they were pulled off the side of the road and in bed, but after an hour they had both failed to fall asleep. Amira was restless, and though Hidan was still it was hard for him to stop thinking. Finally deciding he'd had enough, he put his hand on her hip.

"We haven't had sex in like two weeks," he whispered, he knew she'd catch on.

"What's the point?" She muttered, turning her back to him.

"When I fucking married your defective ass we knew you couldn't have kids. Get off it damn it, kids are a pain in the ass anyway. Besides, you love me don't you?" He knew playing that card would get her, he inwardly smirked.

"As if it had anything to do with love!" She exclaimed, "we never make love! We fuck!"

"It's the same!" Hidan shouted back. He heard the horses spook outside at his outburst.

"No! It's not! You wanna have sex then love me! God knows you don't!" He huffed after she'd finished speaking, scooting away from him as she pushed his hand off her hip.

"Jashin fucking damn it, yes I do!" Hidan sat up, ripping her around to look at him through the darkness. It took a few moments for them both to realize what he'd just said. Reaching up slowly to turn on an oil lamp, dimly, just enough to see the glow of her pretty eyes again. She was in awe.

"You have to let having a fucking baby go. You can't. You never fucking could. Stop hurting yourself," Hidan wondered vaguely who's words were coming out of his mouth. When he realized they were his he let his jaw go slack. Tears welled up in her eyes and she turned away from him, assumably to cry. He just watched her a second, before he turned out the lights. He hoped it would help her knowing he couldn't see the tears.

"Will you hug me?" She whimpered, he could see as his eyes readjusted she already had her arms wrapped around herself. She looked pathetic again, he couldn't look at her like this. He turned his head to the side and pulled her close, just as she'd asked, and he held her as she cried. She spoke again just as he decided she'd fallen asleep.

"Do you really love me? I need to hear you say it please," she sounded almost begging, like her life depended on those three little words. Up until now Hidan just just been acting on auto pilot, mostly out of pity, mostly just because he knew he should, however this was one hundred miles in a different direction. Never once in his life had he told someone that he loved them, save for his mother when he was a child. Hidan didn't love, he killed, he maimed, he raped, tortured, desecrated, he made people wish they'd never been born, but bloody hell, he loved his girl. This was one hundred times different from agreeing with her when she'd asked all that time ago, he had to say the words himself.

"Yeah uh, I," Jashin he felt humiliated, like this was shameful. He took a deep breathe and swallowed his pride along with the lump in his throat, "I love you."

Once the words were out it was like time stopped. It hadn't been so bad he reasoned. They were both incredibly still, stiff even, as they let the words settle into the air. Hidan loved Amira.

"I love you too," she whispered. Finally they could sleep.


	9. Chapter 9

"Say it again," Amira urged.

"No," Hidan said flatly. Currently they were traveling through a huge ass field with the sun beating down on them. Hidan was hot, sweaty and annoyed as usual.

"Please say it again?" Amira pleaded. For the last half hour she'd been trying to persuade him to say he loved her again. He wasn't having it.

"No, I'm not some pussy ass who talks dribble all day. I'm a man," he would have crossed his arms if he wasn't so hot. His damn skin was sticking together.

"Then man up and tell me you love me," she returned with a self satisfied smirk.

"Fuck you," he shot. She rolled her eyes and tried the reins to the seat.

"You'd like to," the smirk remained on her features, even as she stood up on the drivers platform of the wagon and lifted her dress to sit across his lap.

"Hell yeah I'd like to," her smirk played across his face too as he stuck his hands up under her skirt. Amira attacked his neck with love bites, not all that gentle in nature, as she ground her hips on his. Hidan squeezed her ass, digging his nails into her skin as he returned her advances.

When their lips met Hidan remembered exactly what he was missing every second he wasn't kissing her. His lips covered hers in such a way it looked like he could eat them, she hands raked through his hair like she was looking for Jashin himself. He pulled her panties to the side as he jammed his tongue into her mouth, further exciting them both. As their lips moved against each other, the kisses they exchanged were wet and loud, saliva leaking from their union.

Love making, despite anything in a movie, is never clean, perfect, or beautiful. It's chaotic, raw and messy, any fluid that could possibly be made by the human body could wind up in the middle if sex, any sound capable of the throat could be heard, it's sweaty and exhausting, but above all it is mind blowing. If passion was liquid, I'd be rolling down Hidan's back. If it was possible to contain raw fire, it would have been in Amira's skin. Sex almost made them forget how hot it actually was outside.

As the sun sunk under the horizon and the moon took it's place, the pair kept moving. They would move all night and all of the next day before stopping late in the after noon. There was a large village nearby and plenty of traveling merchants. Amira pulled a large bag of salt from a hidden cabinet under their mattress and sold half for a moderate sum of cash. She stuck the money back in her hidden jar and continued on with business as usual. They made camp, sat back, ate, and relaxed. The night was fairly cool, however the crickets and lightning bugs were at full force.

"Before my sister got married and left us, she and I used to pretend we were bandits and on nights like these we used to pretend to kidnap fireflies," Amira smiled as she spoke, looking softly at a lightning bug that had landed on her arm. It looked bitter sweet from Hidan's point of view.

"When I was younger," Hidan cleared his throat, " I was part of a three man team and uh, our last mission before I defected was on a night like this."

"Was it fun being a ninja?" Amira asked, causing Hidan to scoff.

"No, we killed people because some one told us to," the annoyance in Hidan's voice was evident, "and those pansy asses that ran my hidden village didn't know their ass form third base."

"We kill people," Amira trailed off, quietly, looking down at her hands in case he lost his temper with her.

"We have a reason to kill, it's different. Lord Jashin is real, he stands for something real," Hidan explained calmly. He was quiet for a moment until she looked up. Why was she still expecting him to yell at her?

"I had a three bladed scythe, it was pretty cool, I could throw that thing like a whore sucks cock," he laughed, Amira smiled awkwardly, like maybe she wanted to laugh but she couldn't.

"How did you end up uh.. In the hole again?" She asked, getting up to sit closer to him.

"This asshole kid, I already told you. I sacrificed this ass wipe teacher to lord Jashin and he wrapped me in paper bombs. I swear if I ever see him I'll kill 'im," Hidan huffed, just the topic getting him worked up.

"It's a big world, we probably won't see him again," Amira reached over to hold his hand and smilie at him, Hidan sighed and gripped Amira's hand too.

"Is it fun being immortal or is it sad? I realized today that I'll still be alive even after my family is gone," Amira sounded a bit sad, but still kept her inquisitive tone.

"Why the fuck do you care? They didn't even like you," Hidan pointed out, he hoped she wasn't on about this again, "and yeah, I guess it's fun. I haven't been around that long but the world changes."

"Don't you think it's unfortunate so many people die? Were gonna be young forever but who cares when so many are just," she paused to think, "cut down."

"Lord Jashin gives lots of gifts. Your immortality is a gift, more than mine. What's unfortunate is that people don't even fucking know what they have. Some Jashinists don't even fucking stop and thank our god," Hidan huffed and hauled another piece of fire wood into the fire from beside him, watching the sparks raise upward.

"So what your saying is, value our lives even if..." Amira trailed off.

"Exactly," Hidan affirmed. They'd reached the end of that conversation too. It surprised even himself that Hidan was still having new discoveries in religion, large ones that seemed insignificant. Amira was his to instill, his gift to teach, he couldn't fuck her up. Well litterally he could, but not figuratively.

"Will you teach me to read more tomorrow?" She asked like a child. Just when he thought they were having an adult conversation.

"Whatever. Let's go in, the Mosquitos are getting bad."

xXx

"So, okay, I'm gonna tell you a story and I want you to write it down so I can read it," Amira came to Hidan just before they left the next morning with this request and a pen. The male Jashinist rolled his eyes and complied. Why all of a sudden was he indulging her again?

Amira sat outside driving the wagon while Hidan sat inside on the day bed, ready to begin scrawling words as Amira dictated through the sliding door in the front.

"Once upon a time, there was a woman who wanted her son to get married," Amira started, only to be cut off.

"Slow down!" Hidan shouted, just how fast did she think he could write? "Okay."

"So she went to the match maker," she paused for him, "and asked for a wife," she paused again, "so the match maker said, I have the perfect woman," this time she paused because Hidan cut her off.

"Whoa, what the fuck kind of story is this? What do I keep telling you?" Hidan crumpled the paper up and threw it at her.

"It's the only story I know!" Amira argued. Hidan rolled his eyes again.

"I'll write one and tell it to you," Hidan sighed. He guessed it was better than sitting in the sun bored just like every other day.

"So, uh, once upon a time," Hidan started before completely blanking, oh right... he wasn't any good at stories. Looking out the front door he caught sight of Knight's ass and got an idea, "there was a horse that, uh, was smaller than all the rest and a horse that was bigger than all the rest, and the little horse was fed up, and told the big horse off. The end."

"That was pretty anti-climatic," Amira tried in vain to stifle her laughter. Hidan huffed and rolled his eyes yet again.

"Whatever, just read," he shoved the paper in her hand and slammed the little door. Damn woman.

xXx

A supply run wasn't needed for the pair but Amira found herself incapable of ripping herself away from good buys, but it was probably a good thing anyway. Since visiting Kakuzu meals had grown a considerable amount and food couldn't last, no matter how much gathering Amira did the stock was always on an exponential decline.

"This fall I'll do some canning," Amira assured him as they strode though a market. She carried a basket full of apples, peaches and a bag of rice, yet so far the hadn't come across anything he liked for a price she would pay.

"Your worse than Kakuzu," Hidan accused, using his usual annoyed tone.

"Yeah but look at the rice! It's a huge bag," Amira commended herself for her purchase with her tone. What was rice supposed to be impressive?

"Yeah it's great, I wish I had two," Hidan folded his hands behind his neck, elbows hanging loosely by his jawline, "one to shit on and one to cover it with."

One look at her was enough to send him into a fit. Amira's eyebrows furrowed into a questioning as she looked up at him and he heard her mutter "what?" through his boisterous laughter.

"I don't get it!" She cried, scrunching her face further into confusion. That was even funnier! She called him a few names but by the time Hidan was doubled over and his sides hurt, she'd long since huffed and walked away.

"Your too easy I swear," Hidan called to her, she hadn't gone too far, just up the street where she was bartering with with a man over twelve eggs. She kept saying something about how she could just buy a chicken for what he wanted, but the man wouldn't budge. Lord, they'd probably be here all night.

Turning his back to the merchant, he looked out over the rest of the shops in this area. A clothing stand, a table set up with spice, a fish stand, the usual. A man selling weapons caught his eye next. He was taking down a simple canopy and loading it back into his wagon and there was nothing special about that but their was something special about one of his items.

"That's my fucking scythe! " Hidan shouted, people all around growing quiet. Amira squealed as she spun around, half expecting him to be angry with something she'd done. He practically burned his way across the street just to shove his face into the merchants.

"Where the fuck did you get this? Who gave you permission to sell it? You son of a bitch, your gonna wish you were never born! My lord will thank me for your soul!" He screamed, saliva flung from his mouth as his face went flush, veins popped from his forehead in pure rage. The merchant man, who was just as scared as he was confused put his hands up in surrender.

"Look, I just deal for another guy. He sent me it and told me to sell it," the man backed away as Amira joined them in the booth space, "I don't know who you are guy, but if it's yours take it."

"Oh I will, and your fucking soul!" Suddenly the red rusted blade meet the mans flesh, for a speed much slower than it was twenty years ago Hidan's weapon of choice was still formidable. It was over in seconds, the mans head lay severed from his body as the crowds breathe severed from their throats.

"Hidan.. It's broad daylight," Amira cowered next to him. Oh Jashin who gives a fuck?

"So slaughter them all!"

xXx

Coated in blood was the best way to get off. With fires burning nearby and the village desolated, Hidan could find no better way to celebrate such a large victory for his faith. Amira had been unwilling at first, however a few slaps paired with heated touches had her on her knees in more ways than one.

He knew it was impossible to kill everyone here, so as he watched his wife's head bob up and down he thought about how they'd need to leave quickly to avoid being caught when reinforcements came. Somebody had to have gone for help. It could wait he decided. He felt almost drunk as he sat back, the blood of so many was on his hands, just from today, and that was enough to fill Hidan with a deeper pleasure than his dick ever could. Their pain, their cries of agony and terror, absolute bliss.

"Amira," Hidan drawled, a stupid smile covering his features, "I'm close."

His wife grunted in response and removed her mouth in favor of using her hand. His release came and went. Everything felt so good, euphoria surged though his veins, he could feel it in his finger tips! Though all too soon it was over. Looking down at his wife, face spattered with his cum and chapped lips, he couldn't help but think she looked helpless. Truthfully she was.

"Again," the Jashinist commanded, "swallow this time."

This time though, he found himself distracted. Worldly possessions ment nothing compared to his faith, he'd known that already but irked him still. Could he still have something and yet still believe in Jashin to the fullest? Did true devotion mean living a life with nothing? This was a paradox. He had Amira, a gift given to him by his lord... an item, perhaps it was more of receiving what his god set for him, proprietorship and faith were two legs of the same horse. They worked independently for the greater good of what it's attached.

The last thing he realized, fisting his bloodied, sticky hands in her hair, was that above all, lord Jashin was everything to him and more. He owed everything to his god, everything in this wonderful life he lead.

As he finished once again, he gripped either side of his wife's head, and as she went to pull away, he simply snapped her neck. He flung her back, coughing and gasping for air and unable to move. She'd continue like that until she passed out, but Hidan had other plans.

He would cut his wrists and draw a circle, cut his wife's throat and consume her blood, and finally stab himself through the chest to sacrifice his wife, his greatest gift, back to his god. Not because he hated her, but because he loved his lord. It was what he was meant to do.

Ecstasy over took his body as his vision faded. His dark laughter was silenced as his voice faded from him. His vocalizations quieted as a defining stillness over took his world with a flash of white light. As his eyes adjusted, Hidan realized he'd entered the realm of his god.

"Well done," The voice of his god was the only thing echoing though his ears. Hidan did not respond, only bowed his head in respect.

"As I said before, you would become the perfect Jashinist," Jashin's voice boomed. Hidan thought he might go deaf. Walking his way, came honestly the most beautiful man Hidan had ever lay eyes on. Coming towards him was his god, dressed in white with porcelain skin to match. Hidan realized he was starring and averted his eyes.

"You can look at me," his god chuckled. Hidan looked up, his eyes catching a pair of burning ruby. He though for a moment, this must be how Amira felt each time he scolded her.

"Yes sir," Hidan muttered.

The face of his god was not unlike his own, sort of square and angled with long tresses all the way down his back. Though the two men shared a similar hair color, their eyes were completely different. Hidan wasn't sure if rubys could withstand the heat of lava but the thought of it was the only way Hidan could describe the mans orbs. He dressed simply, in loose fitting white robes, if not for depth perception he could have been mistaken for landscape.

"I know I've made quite the person but, Amira tells me that your even more than I could have ever foreseen. Can you imagine? Love is a funny thing, you know?" His god had a certain glint in his eye, something Hidan couldn't place.

"You look upset," the god put his finger to his own chin, a bemused look danced onto his face with a smirk, "I hope it isn't because you had to kill her? Oh my son, she isn't angry. Neither of us are angry, she's enjoying herself here. In fact I've decided to keep her here after you leave."

Hidan could only nod, his face stricken with a sort of worry.

"You should feel accomplished! Your the perfect Jashinist! Oh but I bet your waiting to hear what's next for you hm?" His god laughed, not something hearty or funny, no, this was more sinister than even Hidan himself could produce. Something wrong, something bad was happening.

"My son your former wife has tested you in my place and you've passed with flying colors. I want you to keep traveling, travel until you find a spot large enough to spread dreams. When you find it, I will see you again," and with those final words, his god leaned in and gave Hidan the gentlest kiss he'd ever received.

As his lords lips lifted from his, Hidan felt a sort of rush and he was again blinded as he returned to his body. Infront of him lay Amira. When he noticed her hair clean but still matted together he realized it was raining. Though the mud around her tiny body, Hidan could see Amira's blood pooling. She was dead. Stone cold, hard, laid out dead. And he had killed her. And he knew she wouldn't be coming back. He lingered around for a moment before resolving to pick her up, throwing her stiff body over his shoulder. He wasn't sure how long he'd been with his lord, it felt like only a few moments, but it'd probably been something more like four or five hours.

As he reached camp, he lay her down outside under a large tree and again lingered with her. He knew he had to keep moving, his lord had already told him so, and he knew he couldn't take a dead body with him.

"Oh fuck," he swore. He had to leave her, as much as he hated to. Sighing he went to find the horses harness but found himself unable to put it on. He'd gotten the collar looking part over Knight's head but he had no idea what next. Knight danced in place, Hidan surmised he could only do the best he could, he'd never thought it detrimental to know any of this stuff. It was still pouring rain when Hidan got up in the drivers seat. He'd just begun moving when a sudden jolt, the back of the wagon refusing to move. He tried to ask Knight to move faster, pull harder but something was still wrong. So finally Hidan got down and walked around the back only to find the other horse with his feet dug into the mud.

"What the hells wrong with you?" The Jashinist asked, knowing full well the horse couldn't understand him. Hidan reached out to take hold of the horses halter but reeled back when he was bit. Prince thrashed his head, back and forth, until the rope holding him broke allowing the painted beast to run to his master, Amira.

The horses muzzle was pressed agents the dead girls chest, his shaggy mane draped over his face. He was mindful of his feet though, keeping them far enough from his unresponsive girl.

"Come on, she's staying, we're leaving. You'll starve to death, let's go," Hidan tried to coax, moving slowly to them, but the horse squealed, threatening to hit him as he struck out with his hooves. The tired eyed Jashinist sighed.

"Okay, okay. Good fucking luck then," Hidan scoffed and just like that Hidan had left them both behind. He didn't think about it, he didn't try to reason he just kept on. He knew if he tried to understand it he'd just upset himself.

Not that he wasn't upset already. Every morning when he woke up he rolled over, expecting briefly to see her. He cooked his own meals, hitch the horse back up, move out, and all the while he thought he heard her voice. When he lay down at night, he swore he felt her, snuggling up to him, her tiny hands on his chest, her slender knees pressed into his own.

Why had he just left her there? He could have been respectful, buried her, but then, he was still holding hope that she'd come back. How stupid. How unbelievably stupid was he get attached.

He knew he was getting in too deep when he told her he loved her, he didn't want to, to say those three words, but when she started provoking him, asking him to love her, he gave in and it was a mistake.

"What are you doing?" Hidan asked himself as he washed his face off with a rag. Taking it away from his face he thought to himself how it didn't much help that he was living in her house. It might have been their house when she was alive, but now it was just hers. Her things all over, blankets she made, her smell all over the bed, a few of her hair strands in the pillows.

Hidan knew pain, but he couldn't stand loneliness.


	10. Chapter 10

Hidan didn't want to admit it, but he missed the little bitch. At first he tried to convince myself himself it was something else bothering him, to tell himself he was glad she was gone, but that was a lie. Eventually he just stopped trying to hide it. It didn't matter anyway, he was the only one here. He'd immediately felt horrible right after she'd left, but now it was serious. There was nothing to do without her except lay around. How long had Amira been gone? Two, three, four days? It felt like so much longer.

It hadn't stopped raining, not even once had it let up since Amira meet her end, the weather mocking the silver haired mans mood.

Knight the horse had gotten a bunch of sores on his skin from the ill adjusted harness that bleed if he even touched them. Hidan couldn't have kept going if he wanted to, and he did not want to. He sighed giving the horse a rough pat to his neck after rubbing some kind of suave he'd found onto the scabs. This never would have happened if Amira would have been with him.

He'd sit in the wagon for hours that felt more like months, growing colder, moving slower, loosing his mind until finally he could take it no longer. He rose the next morning, grabbed a knife and tried to kill himself but just like every other time, it failed. He didn't clean up the blood, he didn't patch his wound, only flopped down on the bed and waited to feel something, anything.

Feeling never came.

Hidan wasn't sure how long he'd lay on the bed, but night was falling and he hadn't sat down to pray in quite some time. Deciding to bring the bloodied sheet with him, Hidan went outside. After throwing the sheet over a tree branch, Hidan threw himself down into the mud. He wanted the cold rain to hit him, he wanted to feel it on his skin. The man pressed his forehead to the earth, closing his eyes. He'd been reduced to this, to a mushy, nearly heart broken, mess of a weakling. Absentmindedly he wondered if this was a humility test.

After finishing his prayer, the weakened man sat up, just to his knees, and clutched his rosary.

"Lord Jashin, I want to ask just one more thing, I beg of you," Hidan's hands shook as he spoke, afraid to challenge the god,"could I please have Amira back? Please, this isn't," he paused, lost for words, "I'll never ask for a single thing from you again."

The air around him was silent for a brief second before thunder cracked and the sky all around him lit up. Lightning struck nearby, knocking down a fully grown oak tree in it's prime. Initially Hidan jumped a little, looking at the mighty oak dumbfounded for a second, but resolved that the answer was no.

Hidan was on his own.

A few more days stuck in camp would give the horse rain rot on his skin and sunk the wheels of the wagon into the ground. Hidan was up the creek without a paddle and unsure what to do next. We was not about to try and dig and after getting thrown off, decided he couldn't ride the horse anywhere. He was forced to walk, dragging a filthy horse behind him with mud up to his own knees. No matter how wet he got, no matter how chafed his skin was from the fabric rubbing, he pressed on, swearing and cursing all the way.

This fucking horse, that god damned water, the shit eating birds, the cock sucking clouds, all of it, forget all of it! The world could take a huge bite of his ass and he couldn't care less. It would have been just his luck that the first village he came to was the the hidden leaf.

He stood outside the gate for a minute, shifting his weight from foot to foot before he decided he had to go in. It was cold and rainy, not many people were out, in fact he hadn't seen anyone on his way here, and he had to do something for the horse. He wandered around for a while until finally arriving at a vets office. He forked over all of his cash in order to have the draft horse even looked at, he'd have to explain his situation to get medicine. Not beg though, he wouldn't beg.

The waiting room was dry and warm, something Hidan was grateful for. A long haired vet with red Inuzuka fangs on her cheeks had scolded him already about taking better care of his animal and then left to take care of Knight. Hidan struggled not to scoff in her face. He figured he'd been waiting about an hour when the clinic doors opened. Hidan didn't turn and look but the people who entered soon crossed his line of sight.

A tall man, dressed in a long coat came to the front desk, a symbol was embroidered on the back, a symbol he didn't recognize right away, that was until the pineapple hairdo gave him away.

Hidan's chest swelled in anger and he was about to get up until a young girl carrying a pink bundle wandered waywardly into view.

"Go sit down sweety," Shikamaru spoke, shooing the girl away while he conversed with the woman at the desk. The girl was tall and thin with her long black hair tied up in a ponytail like her dads. She wore her clan crest on the front of her shirt but a necklace with the symbol of the sand village around her neck. Hidan's eyes were stuck on her.

"Hi mister," she greeted with a small smile, "look, my daddy says this baby is real sick."

She sat down next to him and pulled the blanket back, revealing the head of a tiny fawn. It's spots still covered it's back and it lay still, unblinking.

"It's kinda hard to tell if they get sick or not cuz their real still and quiet anyway, so no predator gets them, but my daddy says this mucus coming out it's nose isn't good," teal eyes looked at Hidan like he was supposed to know what she was talking about. It was so tempting to just strangle her, to kill this little brat in revenge for what her father did to him, but something about her frankly reminded him of Amira. For a minute he was sure he could see her face in this little girls.

"Oh," he responded, clearing his throat. He wanted to kill her. He wanted to hold her hostage even, just so he could get her dad, or even just kill her in front of Shikamaru and his fingers twitched with pure want, but he held himself back.

She was something he could never have. Amira was barren, not to mention dead and he did not think he'd be getting remarried anytime in the next millennium. He had no desire to have sex with any number of prostitutes or even jack off for that matter. All he could think about was how incredibly unfair this was. His mortal fucking enemy had this cute little girl and he wasn't even married anymore. Shikamaru was probably his clans leader now, he probably had an actual house and dry cloths at home, a hot meal and maybe even more kids, and what did Hidan have? A rusty ass sythe and a leaky pile of crappy wood buried in mud. Not to mention he was broke.

"Mister um," a vet tech called from a door on the other side of the room, "I don't think you wrote down your name..anyway, your horse is ready to be taken home."

Quickly Hidan stood up, turning away and walking across the room just as Shikamaru turned around. They never once lay eyes on each others face and Hidan was quite lucky. The girl waved good bye and Hidan gave her a small fake smile as he left the room.

The next hour would be full of a drag ass lecture about better care of his horse and instructions on how to do so. They gave him some kind of spray to spray on the horse and asked that he throw a blanket on him. The jashinist shrugged it all off after begrudgingly taking the medicine and trudged back outside. He needed a drink and a nap he decided. He reached the village gates and left, more than surprised he hadn't been caught, when he noticed he had a guest.

A long haired shaggy dog had been fallowing him, the dogs white patches matched its brown as dirty as it was, water weighing down it's fluffy coat and pointed ears. At first Hidan ignored the dog, hoping it would go away, but when he was two thirds of the way home, he turned and yelled at the roughed up mutt to go home, and it slicked off into the bushes for all of five seconds. Rolling his eyes he decided to ignore it again. Damn these animals!

Once back in camp Hidan tied the horse to a tree with some coverage to give the horse a minute to dry while he dug around inside to find a horse blanket. He'd seen Amira pull up the mattress and get things out of a hidden box once, and thought that that was the best place to look. After throwing his wet cloths outside, he lifted the mattress and was taken back.

All sorts of scraps of paper littered the space. Narrowing his eyes, Hidan picked a few of them and started reading. This was Amira's shitty hand writing, he knew, some simple ramblings about love and a little stick drawing of them. It was so like her. It pissed him off.

Spinning around he grabbed a match and lit them on fire, throwing them into the sink basin to burn. Why did she have to be that way? Why the fuck was she so clingy and, and cute, and lovey dovey, it made him sick!

"Tch, who needs her," he said out loud, deciding looking for a horse blanket was a waste of time and took out an extra blanket for the bed. He'd just sat down again when the fucking dog that fallowed him home started scratching at the door. It didn't have to paw hard at the piece of shit door until it opened, allowing it and its muddy paws access to the inside of the wagon.

"No! Go on you stupid fucker get out of here! I'll fucking gut you, get out!" He screamed, and he could scream until he was red in the face, but the dog would never listen. Chocolate eyes looked up at him, asking, begging to stay, if only just for one night. He tried to convince himself that if he ignored the dog long enough it would leave. It never did.

When he got up to feed the horse, close the door and turn off the lights he didn't make it leave either.

xXx

When Hidan woke up the next morning it was strangely silent. No rain pattered on the roof top and no thunder rolled in the distance. When he got up, after almost tripping over the dog, he found the rain had finally passed. He fed the horse and removed the blanket before starting his own breakfast with a few dryer pieces of wood stored under the rim of the wagons roof. He found himself left with only rice, a jar of home made apple sauce and the last of a stick of pork jerky. It baffled him, Amira had always made sure they had enough food.

After that he located the soap and used the barrel of water off the back of the wagon to bathe, he thought for sure he was clean enough after all the rain, but when he found mud in his hair he decided not.

The dog hadn't left his side. After bathing himself he decided to bathe it, discovering it was a girl dog in the process. She sat still while he washed her, and didn't fuss, and that was all well and fine. He thought she was a pretty nice dog up until she barking. The idiot mutt would look off into space, run up to him and start barking, and it would continue for an undeterminable amount of time, maybe five minutes, maybe twenty, and then slink off into the bushes always to return. He tried yelling at the dog, throwing things at her, kicking her (only to miss) but nothing ceased the yapping. It happened several times that day.

The dog jumped onto the bed that night and tryed to settle down in Amira's spot before Hidan pushed her down. After pacing a bit, she jumped back up on the bed where Hidan pushed her down again. This game would continue until finally he left well enough alone and let the fucking dog lay with him. He wondered why he hadn't killed it yet honestly. Truthfully he hoped it would cheer him up, but so far it hadn't worked.

"I fucking hate dogs."

xXx

There was only breakfast for the horse the next morning. Hidan didn't remember this until he had a fire going and raided the entire wagon. He was not about to walk back to the leaf village.

The dog had walked off without him noticing earlier and had been gone about forty five minutes when she returned with a dead pheasant, dropping it at hidans feet. The dog looked up at him, smiling a happy dog smile, her chocolate eyes conveying a contentness Hidan had never seen before, and as he looked at her he could only see a familiarity, a likeness that reminded him if one person.

Happy eyes, no matter what he did, a willingness to stick by him, an instinct to feed him and her usual reluctance to be quiet, he couldn't believe he'd never seen it before. Jashin had given Amira back to him but as a dog.

"God damn, look you long enough," he smirked, taking up the pheasant and starting in on a meal for them.

xXx

Amira had been awake for several hours before she was confident she could move. Her loyal steed had stayed with her since her husband left her and had only strayed to get himself a drink from a stream a ways away.

Her time with her lord had gone by so quickly, he was pompous and frankly scary. She could see right away he objectified her, he couldn't keep his hands off of her and he was very possessive of her. It was disgusting. She didn't belong to anyone, not any more and ever again, especially not him!

She had begged to leave, begged to let her go home to Hidan but every time she asked Jashin had a fit. He would scream, at the top of his lungs, for her to be quiet, he would ask her repeatedly why she wanted to leave, ask her if he, the all powerful lord Jashin wasn't good enough for her. She would always comply, fall silent and allow him to continue whatever he was doing.

Jashin spoke about a future with Jashinisum becoming the largest religion in the world, lunatic rantings about a settlement and growth, something about a child and a seed that must be planted in the wourld. Amira pretended to not understand. She had infuriated the god so much, he had finally sent her back to earth.

Now her once rotting skin was healing and her broken neck realigned she admitted she was just a bit sore and stiff. Death hadn't been that bad actually.

"Princey boy, I'm awake," she spoke softly, the horses head rode from his grazing positions with ears pricked. Trotting over, the painted pony shoved his head into the girls chest, nickering in a low tone into her chest. After a particularly large crack of lightning the horse almost left, scared and feeling hopeless, he'd been hanging around so long, but it had paid off.

Her body functions started again, her stomach rumbled and churned, she needed to pee and her eyes and tongue were dry.

"We've gotta find the...gotta find the boys," Amira muttered, rubbing the horse softly with a thin hand.

It took Amira a while to get her barrings back but when she did she mounted her horse and rode him tackless, which was a chore in itself, never mind trying keep herself on his back. Finally she just let herself fall onto the horses neck as she held on around his jugular. Now all that was left was to find her husband, realizing she had no idea where he'd gone.

xXx

Prince lead the way, they walked for days, sometimes in circles sometimes back tracking, but eventually they found the road Hidan had taken with the wagon and fallowed it. Amira ate some things for the forest, unripe apples mostly, and a meal with some friendly travelers, before Amira could smell the hickory smoke from her own firewood. She'd been fallowing a stream of smoke billowing into the sky for miles, hoping it was her husband. There wasn't a doubt about it in her mind.

When she arrived at his camp, she found him asleep, with a collie type dog laying across his body. The dog wore his Jashin pendant and they looked quite content laying in the afternoon sun of this cool day.

Dismounting the horse and leaning on him for support, Amira called out.

"Hidan, I need some help," she said though a heavy sigh. She hadn't been off the horse in days and she hadn't slept well at all.

"I'm here, I'm alive," she spoke.

The silver haired man opened his eyes slowly, a dizzying sleep still fading from him. He look at the dog laying on his chest, raising a hand to pet the dogs ears. He swore that the mutt had spoke to him.

"Hidan," Amira said again to attract attention to herself, the man look at the dog in disbelief for a second before turning his head.

"Amira," he exclaimed, looking between her and the dog before shoving the mutt off of him.

"God Amira what are you doing here?" Hidan was on his feet in seconds, his strong arms and rough hands helped her inside the wagon, sitting her down on the day bed. She leaned on the wall with tired eyes as he brought her something to drink. Never in his life before had Hidan nursed someone else back to health, but he was about to. Hidan was a killer, a life taker and soul stealer, but the petite girl brought out something in him he'd never felt before, it could have been worry or guilt or maybe even concern, but Amira felt it as love.

"I'm back I guess," she breathed, a smilie creeping onto her features.

"You don't god damn say," he muttered, fetching her a large piece of deer meat from a covered plate nearby. He wondered if she wanted a blanket, but she certainly needed a bath. As he turned back around with a rag in his hand, he found the dog had fallowed him in, and watched him with eyes betrayed.

Amira looked from her husband to the dog and then back to her husband, giggling just a little.

"You didn't think that dog was me did you?" She had meant it as a joke, she had no way of knowing he actually had.

"No, of course not. Don't be fucking ridiculous," he said quickly, handing her the rag to whip her face and took his rosary off of the dog.

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	11. Chapter 11

Amira could have slept for days if it weren't for Hidan constantly checking on her, muttering something about making sure in an unhappy tone when she asked why. Digging the wagon out of the mud was left to Prince and Hidan, who used a piece if fire wood for traction upon Amira's instruction. Soon the ever growing family was on it's way again, with the dog trailing behind next to Knight. With new proper knowledge of how to harness, blanket and drive a horse the couple could travel for days while Amira slept. This morning was a bit different though, he'd woken up and felt more than a little cold. His wife was snuggled up to him and he hand plenty of blanket and he puzzled to figure out why he was still freezing until he realized summer was fading from the air. Pulling open the sliding door in the front wall of the wagon, he yelled back to Amira.

"Hey, where do you guys stay in the winter? You nomads I mean," he couldn't take his eyes away from the slow painted horse pulling lest he stopped, so he could only hope she was awake to hear him.

"South earth country. It don't snow there," she rumbled, her voice still tired.

"I think we should start thinking about winter," Hidan stated gruffly. He didn't want to sound too domestic after all.

"Yeah, I've gotta stock up," she muttered before yawning, "we need a ton of stuff."

"We're gonna stay there a while?" He asked, maybe sort of hopeful. This repetitive lifestyle was getting to Hidan, and he was reminded of that with every bump in the road. He'd give anything to get off the road but he knew Amira would never have it.

"Maybe," her tone sounded angry with a hint of hostility, "I'll see."

"How do I get there from here?" Hidan asked, ignoring her remarks. It was probably for the best.

"If we are where I think we are, at the next couple forks in the road take three rights," the silver haired woman replied, reassuming her tired tone.

"Can I just take a single left and go the same way?" Hidan asked, collecting the reins like Amira had showed him.

"No, that's just gonna take us back around by the leaf village," his wife clarified, her tone slightly annoyed.

"Damn it woman, what's the difference?" He shouted in an accusing tone.

"Because this road ends in the leaf village! Don't argue with me! I'm the one that's been traveling my whole life," Amira returned. The annoyance was evident.

"Yeah, well, I'm twice your age," Hidan shot back, he though for a moment after she said something about being twice as stupid under her breathe. Hidan got a laugh out of that.

Even if she was a horrible little pest, he was glad she was home.

xXx

They came to stop under a large shade tree, a tree older than both of them put together before they started the long journey south. It's branches held brilliant red colored leaves and on it's bark a heart was carved, the letters in Amira's language, the one neither of them couldn't read.

Hopping down, Amira pulled some wedge shaped wood cut outs of a cabinet and placed them under the wheels to prevent them from sinking in, and got a pair of iron stakes before pounding one into the tree and the other into the ground about eight meters away, explaining she was making something called a picket line for the horses that prevented them from walking off.

"I thought you said we were going to a town?" Hidan asked, folding his arms and watching her move around. He wondered just exactly where she got all of her energy. She had said that a few miles back but Hidan couldn't see anything now, unless it was in invisible.

"It's a days ride from here, I don't want to stay in that there, too many snoops and thieves," she noted, moving to get a fire started, "we have to stock up on food and stuff here, it's slim pickings down south."

Her face looked tired, more tired than it should have been, and he doubted it was from her ordeal. She didn't want to be here, he could see, she was doing this all for him.

"Can't we just buy supplies?" Hidan suggested, folding his arms. She looked up at him from the young embers with more distain than he'd ever seen.

"Where am I going to get money to buy things? I've pulled all the tricks out of my ass that I know how to pull, it's this or nothing," she snapped.

"I dunno, we'll sell something. Quit acting so high and mighty, I'll help you," he offered, sitting in his seat. Amira scoffed.

"When do you ever help me? All you've done is kill me, twice, and make me do shit I don't want to. You just stand around all day, your worse than a pet raccoon."

"You dumb bitch, would you shut your mouth? I said I'll help you and I will!" The male Jashinist replied. Rolling her eyes, Amira left the conversation to look at Knights rain rot, which was healing nicely.

"Take that useless piece of scrap metal and go kill me a deer, don't go crazy with it either, I need the pelt," Amira's subject change worked well, especially with her calm voice, and after a few minutes lingering her husband was up with his sythe and off into the nearby woods. At dark he returned, with the deer drug behind him though the underbrush, to a warm fire and dinner. Amira had already eaten, and held a large knife in her hand. If he wasn't mistaken, it was the knife he'd used to stab her when he killed her the first time.

"What are you gonna do with that?" Hidan asked as the small woman got down on her knees.

"Watch," she said simply, and started to skin. The fleshy hide separated from fat and tissue like nothing Hidan had ever seen before, so smoothly and delicately, Amira's nimble hands kept it at an even thickness at all times and never once nicked the meat to the fur. An hour had passed before she hoisted the deer up to hang in the tree, and stretched the furry hide over a wagon wheel after salting it. She complained her hands hurt, and Hidan imagined they did, so after she'd gotten free of her blood coated hands, he decided to reward her. She'd been good to him lately, putting up with his demands without much of a fight, and he felt happier she was still here, even if it was just a little bit.

Kneeling down in front of her, he pulled her skirt up and her panties down a bit rougher than she liked and scooted her closer to the edge of the chair she sat in as he spread her legs.

"What are you doing?" She asked, and for a moment he was afraid she'd ruin the moment with her yapping, but the first swipe of his tongue had her words spilling into moans.

"Watch," he smirked.

xXx

When Hidan awoke the next morning, Amira was already gone. He felt around a little bit for her in bed before he actually opened his eyes to look. Rousting himself and heading outside, he found his little wife making jerky out of the ass end of the deer.

"Morning," he greeted, tried and grumpy as usual.

"Hey! Im almost done here, I'll make you something to eat in a second," Amira returned, turning around to face him with a hand full of meat. Hidan thought she'd never looked prettier.

"It's fine, I'm not really hungry. Is that gonna cure okay? Woman, you'd better not be feeding me spoiled god damned meat," he warned, sitting down in his chair. She waved him off.

"I wish we could save this meat somehow, I mean we don't need that much jerky," she stated after working a bit longer.

"It's called a refrigerator genius," Hidan scowled as he rolled his eyes, they didn't mention it again, because they both knew it wasn't plausible. She set to work on the pelt after finishing with the meat. She made a gut pile a ways off, explaining that animals would come to eat off of it later and she'd harvest more furs that way.

"You know I probably would have ended up doing this anyway. We didn't have any money and this the only other way. I think we've run out of stuff to sell," she noted, using the things brains and piss to cure the skin. Without tanning, it would rot and be useless to them, even if it was the most outdated way of doing it.

"Where'd you learn to do that anyway?" Hidan asked, leaning back. She'd been on her knees with her hands full of mush for some time now.

"My ex-husband's family," she said grunting and using her sleeve to itch her nose, "my family did sheep, so it was a hundred miles in a different direction for me, I can still remember my mother in law trying to lecture me."

Hidan didn't say anything more, just watched her. He had said he'd help her but he could always rationalize staying out of the way. That never bothered him, and it probably didn't bother her either, he reasoned.

"D-e-a-r spells deer right?" She asked, her own brain working just as hard as his.

"No, that's dear as in dear fuck face, like a letter, d-e-e-r is the animal," he explained. He hoped that was the end of the conversation but he knew better.

"Why is there two?" He knew that was coming.

"I'm trying to have some god damn peace and quiet," he snapped, she shut her trap. He could almost hear her eyes rolling.

xXx

Over the next few days, meat and fur racked up like nobody's business. It took her a while to tan each one, but she made quick work of the meat, wrapping it up to sell and canning some of it for the dog to eat late in the into the winter when food would be hard to come by.

Hidan had been tasked with the killing. It wasn't a problem with him, but after a while it got boring. Animal didn't fight back and they didn't really process the violence and meaning of it all.

"Here, this is the last one, I'm not fucking setting foot into that woods again unless I get a god damned sacrifice," his demanding tone evident as he threw a scrawny marten at her feet. She wasn't the boss. What right did she have to just send him off all the time?

"Your demanding I quit trying to provide for us after... Oh go fuck yourself, your all you care about anyway. What am I? Your friggen slave?" She was mocking him, knife in hand with that tanning brine all over her hands and cloths.

"You smell horrible and your only good for your pussy anyway, you might as well be," the male jashinist shot. Grinning, he knew he got her good with that one.

"You insufferable prick," she growled, simultaneously throwing the knife in her hands at his head. The blade missed, but the grey brain matter she threw at him seconds later did not.

He was on her in a second, one hand around her neck, the other first end in her hair and put her on her knees.

"I'd like to see you do that again," he roared, picking up the knife she'd just thrown at her and sank it into her just below the ribs. His next step was to push her down and dislocate her right shoulder by grabbing her arm and stepping on her rib cage and pulling.

"You son of a bitch!" She screamed, but it fell on rage fueled deaf ears. He left her laying in a sobbing heap, walking off down the road. He needed to make a sacrifice and pray, or at least clear his head.

xXx

Her husband still hadn't returned at dark when Amira decided take care of herself. She'd been crying for a long time and her body hurt though she'd quit bleeding a while ago, having pulled the knife out of her side just after he left, the next step was to stand up, no matter if she was still crying.

She didn't cry because of the way he treated her, she was fast getting used to that, but because of the intense pain she was in. Her shoulder, the one she needed most for work, ached so deeply and throbbed so hard she thought it might as well just fall off.

She had nasty shit all over and no energy left to even wash up, so she settled on stripping down the best she could and painfully washing her hands. She was more than upset, she was exasperated.

Slowly and carefully she lay down on the day bed, only after she'd painfully settled down did she realize the oil lamps were still on. She faded in and out of sleep, but she refused to let it get the best of her. She passed in and out of sleep until finally she could only lay awake.

She desperately needed somebody to pop her shoulder back into it's socket, but she knew better to go into town without a man at her side. Even if she had moved past all these male dominated ideas didn't mean everyone else had. She resolved to just sit and wait, it wasn't like she could starve to death or anything.

As she lay in bed though, she could only think about the wasted hours that brought her no closer to anything than Hidan probably was. The shiftless asshole was probably asleep and she couldn't move. Her shoulder throbbed particularly hard, sending a twinge of pain though her whole body. This was all his fault, if he'd never came along then she'd still be with her uncle's circus with enough to go around. If she'd been by herself then she'd certainly be able to last all winter with summer left overs. This was ridiculous and now look at her!

xXx

Hidan cursed his life as he continued further and further from camp. She was so fucking stupid! The audacity of it all! Think she could fucking throw brains at him did she?

Well damn it all he showed her.

Hidan sacrificed and prayed, and sacrificed some more and prayed again, and god damn it he didn't care if he slaughtered little fucking kids, the heathens deserved it. Bigots, heretics, godless parasites, each person to die at his hand deserved it. He could torture, destroy, and spill guts into the street for days and he still wouldn't feel like he'd had enough.

He hoped he'd come back and find Amira dead. He hoped lord Jashin would just take her back, oh...He was torn, just like the man that lay torn in two halves on the ground next to him. This was something much deeper than bloodlust. Something that was becoming more familiar to the jashinist.

As if some how, killing in the most savage ways he could think of would make up for the pathetic way he felt. If she'd stop practically asking him to beat her they wouldn't have this problem!

Wait a second, he wasn't actually feeling bad for her was he?

Hidan washed his hands in a pub some three days after leaving his camp. As he exited the restroom, he stepped over motionless bodies littering the floor. He hadn't kept track of just how many people he'd killed, but perviously bustling streets were empty now. He felt sort of empty too. His stomach grumbled, he was cold, he was tired, and most of all he wanted to go home.

xXx

The smell of venison steak filled Hidan's nose before the camp filled his eye sight.

His bare chested wife sat next to the fire, her right arm in a sling and her left tending to dinner, with his dog at her side. She knew he was there but tried to pretend she didn't see him.

It'd been so long since he'd just stood and admired her. She'd always been pretty to him, but something about just this moment made her stand out. She was more in that moment than she'd ever been. Something compelled him closer, however he was sure it was no godly force. He towered over her hunched frame, his shadow cast over her entire body.

He was afraid to touch her, just because of her arm, but he would have liked to slap her. How dare she ignore him?

Oh who the hell was he kidding? He couldn't even convince himself that he didn't feel a little bit bad. Her shoulder was so swollen, and her face was so red. To him, his wife didn't look like she was going to cry but he didn't know what else she could possibly do.

"Hold still, I'll put it back in," he tried to soothe her in a gruff voice as he reached out to help her but she slapped his hand away. Barely able to hold himself back from a rage, his stiffened, ridged body loomed over her still. Just what the fuck was happening?

"Please don't," she muttered, "it's too swollen and I'm in a lot of pain."

"Bitch, I'm trying to fix it," the silver haired man scoffed, reaching out again. This time she took his wrist and pushed it away.

"You've done enough. Please, you caused it, don't make it worse," a serious tone Hidan had never heard before over took her voice. Small, tired eyes finally looked up at him.

"You can't go on like that," he grunted though gritted teeth. He was trying so hard not to hit her. And what for? Why not slap that stupid look off her face? Why not dislocate the other arm? Hidan knew why not. Amira didn't say anything.

Hidan knelt down and gently removed her arm from the sling. Next he retrieved a cool cloth and lay it across her shoulder to reduce the swelling, and his next step, minutes later, was to shove her until he heard the tell tale pop.

He noticed it was red, his hand prints still visible, but he also noticed the look on his wife's face. She'd gotten immediate relief, but was still more than a little sore. She was free to rub it now she could bare to touch it but she didn't thank him.

"I don't want you out of my sight again," Hidan tried to sound like an authority figure, but in the end he just sounded spoiled.

Amira looked back up at him, beginning to put two and two together. She admit to herself she didn't understand a lot of things he did, for instance, the beginning of this argument was about, and after it was all said and done it wasn't an excuse for what he did, but he had managed to make it right again, at least physically. What she did understand, was that she meant enough to him to come back. Sighing she reached out and slopped the burning steak onto the single plate she'd brought and handed it to him.

Hidan took it, and pulled his chair over. After sitting down and folding his left leg over his right, he rested the plate on his lap and tore the meat apart. The first piece he ate himself, but the second, larger piece he handed to her.

"We need some ketchup, this is dry," he thought mention, though seconds later he wished he could have taken it back. Insulting remarks weren't going to get him anywhere.

"Uh, you can make some, right?" He asked, taking note of her expression.

" I don't know how," Amira muttered, taking the now charred, left over cut of meat out of the pan and throwing it to the dog. Hidan rolled his eyes and nudged her.

"You know to do everything else," he droned, handing another portion of the meat they shared to her. She shrugged as she chewed, giving him a very indefinite look out of the corner of her eye.

"If I can find some tomatoes."

xXx

The next morning the horses were restless. Prince nearly broke Amira's hand spooking at seemingly nothing and the dog snapped at Hidan's hand at feeding time. As if the chill in the air wasn't enough to signify the on coming fall, now the animals, and upon closer inspection of the growing number of leaves on the ground, the foliage was changing color.

Amira needed to put a rush on things, and finally Hidan was made to help. Much to his distain, his pissing and moaning couldn't get him out of this one.

He sat in the drivers seat of the wagon, however no horse was infront of him. Knight was having a fit. The rain rot only remained on his hind end, leaving his shoulders clear for the harness, but he refused to step into place. She tried walking him over the arms, back him in, but he'd always swing to the side until finally she lost patience and got a whip. It might have been because he'd been out of work so long, and it might have been the weather, but he hopped and bucked and half reared while he pulled. With a wagon full of meat and furs were tied to the painted horse, the family finally set off with Amira riding Prince along side the wagon to insure none of the ropes untied.

The 'town' Amira took them to was not in fact a town. It was more of a ramshackle shanty village with wagons parked in every which way. A few permanent residences held strong though, cobbled together out of old wood and rusty sheet metal. There was no clear road, and mud everywhere even though it had not rained.

"This place is fucking discussing what are we doing here?" Hidan asked, turning to his wife who was still trying to navigate the rough terrain.

"This is a place were some of us come to be together. It's not really a place lots of people go...people are here year round but you hardly ever see the same face twice," Amira explained, pausing in the middle to clear her throat.

"By us you mean..?" Hidan trailed off, he knew what she meant, the nomads.

"Furs sell good here," she said, and nothing more. Amira lead the way this time, pulling Knight by the bridle, she lead them to a dryer portion of dirt and they parked the wagon.

Nothing left the wagon unless it hed to, and everything that did stayed within arms reach. Amira then proceeded to tie bells to everything, the horses, the rope that held the firewood to the back of the wagon, the doors and windows, everything that wasn't nailed down. Hidan wondered if this was really a good place to set up if the risk of theft was that high, but thanked Jashin for the guard dog. The couple slept with one eye open and the next morning they took inventory and set up shop.

The total came in at some fifty pounds of meat, three deer pelts, eight raccoon dogs, two Martin weasels, and a fox, each draped, stacked or hung with care in a presentable manner before breakfast. Lots of people stopped to look, but it was noon before anyone serious had stopped. A haggard, scruffy old drunk who looked far older than he was stopped in, picked up the fox and shook it before turning it over to inspect the tan job on the pelt. It was a pretty animal, long, thick, red hairs stuck out brightly, and Amira wouldn't part with anything less than what it was worth.

"I'll trade ye a barrel o' beer fer the fox," the man croaked. Hidan surmised he must own a distillery to reek so horribly of alcohol, not to mention he was drunk in the middle of the day.

Amira hadn't answered him, and it took him a moment to realize why. The inebriated man looked past Amira on to him, reminding him of the way this society worked. He look to his wife for a minute, who shook her head no. It wasn't a good trade, they didn't need beer, but Hidan wanted it. The female jashinist took a step towards him, and took hold of his sleeve after she saw her husband was considering it.

"Don't, please," she urged, but Hidan wasn't listening.

"What do you make it with?" The silver haired man asked, and the drunk seemed to be thinking about it. Just when Hidan thought he was going to walk away, the drunk answered barley and wheat.

"Can you feed that to the horses?" He asked his wife, who nodded yes after a moment of thinking about it. 'Forty' she mouthed to him, and though that didn't seem like enough, she knew better than he did.

"I need forty pounds of grain," Hidan demanded, folding his arms. Grain was cheep, and the man was well aware that Hidan knew it too.

"Ain't worth 'hat much..." the drunk shook his head. Hidan didn't respond, setting his jaw. He would not be budging any time soon. Finally, the man looked down, studied his shoes for a minute, before beginning again.

"That meats gonna go bad," he pointed out, " 'll deliver it even, if ye wanna throw 'nough o' it in," he sort of muttered, his buzz must have been wearing off.

"Take it," Amira whispered, and Hidan finished the deal. He didn't know what he wanted that fox so badly for, but he didn't care either. A half hour later the mans sons brought it all over and took the fox and the meat.

"And you thought I wasn't listening," Hidan snickered, nudging her while they moved the barrel inside. He tried to tune her out most of the time but, when she was making a verbal list of things they needed a few days ago, he had wanted to add something to that list, so he had to wait for her to finish.

"What'd I say right after I mentioned horse food?" She asked, but that he couldn't answer.

"That's what I thought," she sneered, nudging him back.

xXx

After the first man, other people too decided they wanted to trade. The wagon was full in three days time. Food items covered every flat surface, including crate of pears, four cans of jam, yeast, milk, a bushel of raspberries, a small bag of rice, squash, carrots, tomatoes and to top it all off an unripe pumpkin. The produce and the barrel of beer made it hard to so much as even lay down in bed, but Amira insisted they weren't finished yet. She informed him of directions to an apple orchard, but they had one problem, the wagon was sunk into the mucky ground, to far gone for one horse alone to move. Knight strained and pulled as hard as he could, but in the end Amira went looking for an alternate harness.

Two things were wrong with what happened next. The first was the contrition of the harness she needed to use. It was ornate with lots of brass, but it was also molded and cracked in places. She claimed to have pulled it out of the trash, but in Hidan's point of view she should have left it there. The second problem was the way it had to hook to the wagon.

The nomad wagon was, as Amira explained, a one horse hitch, meaning it was to be pulled by a single horse between two 'arms' on either side of the animal. Prince was strapped to the arms but then immediately began to fight with Knight who hated the painted horse with a burning passion.

It was all a huge mess, knight wasn't trained to carry a rider on his back, so to keep them from fighting she was forced to sit backwards on Prince and slap the grey horses head away every time he tried to bite. Amira insisted it was fine, but by the middle of the day, Hidan was so tired of listening to the chaos in front if him, he flat out demanded they stop.

"Can't you use up some of this shit do that we don't have to fucking cart it around?" He asked, carrying fire wood around to her to start a cooking fire. They'd already unhitched the horses and made camp at this point, and had both equines in time out, away from each other.

"It's that barrel of beer that's weighing us down," she said very matter of factly, bringing out an armful of canning supplies. The next to exit the wagon was a pan and the pears.

"I ain't getting rid of the beer," the male Jashinist growled.

"Your gonna drink it," his wife muttered. She left to fill her pan half way with water but was back in a moments time to begin cutting up pears after setting her jars inside the pan. Hidan sat down in his chair, watching her watch the water boil around the jars for a moment before he rose, went into his mobile home, and grabbed a cup.

The barrel had an easy off top the slid around and unlocked, no keg two needed, and witting seconds he was skimming the top of the golden liquid for the best taste of booze he'd ever had. He carried his cup outside after refilling it, and sat back down.

His wife was cutting the fruit now, and putting it in the jars, and putting the jars back into the water after sealing them. Some of the shit she knew how to do amazed him. He wondered who taught her all this stuff, and how she got so good at it she could go this fast.

"Have some of this," Hidan urged, holding out the cup. Amira stopped mid pear and stared at him.

"No, I don't drink,"she laughed a bit nervously after speaking, making Hidan think there was something behind that. He cocked an eyebrow as she returned slicing only to cut herself seconds later. She swore loudly, jumping up and waving the already healing finger around as if it was on fire only to be grabbed around the waist by her husband.

"Drink some of this," Hidan eased her down into his lap as he spoke. The dumb fucker was up to something Amira figured. He held the cup up to his wife's lips and tipped it, and she opened her mouth to avoid spilling it all down the front of her. She tried to take the cup from him several times, and several more times she tried to push it away, but Hidan wasn't about to so much as let her up for air until it was gone. As soon as the liquid had left the glass, Hidan drew it away from her mouth as she quickly drew in a breathe of air.

"What was that for?" She asked, exasperated, but he only shoved her off and went back inside for more. This time her husband brought out a cup of beer for them both. After sitting back down, he drew her back in to his lap and handed his wife her glass.

"I don't want anymore, I shouldn't be drinking," she told him, trying to set it down on the grass below, but Hidan wouldn't allow it.

"Why the fuck not?" The male Jashinist asked.

"I get kinda, uh, silly," she muttered, looking away from him. That was a lie, but remembering the last time she drank had her nervous about the whole thing.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Her husband asked, pulling her face back to look at him as he scowled. She pushed his hand away and looked down at her cup after a moment, and then took a tentative sip. To Hidan it was clear that her exposure to alcohol had been much, but something about it wasn't good. Silently he hoped it wouldn't interfere with his plans. She continued sipping, eventually downing hers and his, and then continued working on another after Hidan retrieved more.

On his second glass now Hidan was feeling pretty good. He felt warm and happy; buzzed at the least, but Amira on the other hand was a mile past tipsy in the drunk direction. His hands ghosted over the hem line of her top and come to rest on her hips. His thumbs rubbed small circles before he moved his hands entirely to rest on the small of her back. His wife panted in his ear, the liquor heavy on her breathe, but he couldn't care less. Amira belonged to him, as she was his to play with.

" 'm horny," she mewled, slurring, and laughing drunkenly after speaking. She nuzzled her nose into his neck and took to licking and nipping him, not that he minded.

"I know," Hidan smirked, moving his hands lower to get a firm grip on his wife's ass.

"Fuck me already," she giggled, pressing her lips into his collarbone. Hidan didn't answer, and waited for her to get antsy before he continued his advances.

Two fingers pushed gently over her sex, and he could feel her melt into him. He pushed past her panties and sunk deep into her, and he could hear her submit to him.

"Oh my fucking god! Please don't tease me!" She cried, her words running together as she threw her head back. He wasted no time pleasing her. She wore every one of the bruises he left on her on her on her neck without shame, because no matter how violent he was, it was all part of the sex.

Drunk, stupid, and ecstatic, Amira began to realize, just how much her husband loved her, no matter how she showed it.


	12. Chapter 12

So, I wanted to stop and make an announcement here. In the past I've used the word gypsy in this story, and I wanted to make sure that my readers know that the word is a racist slur. Im not entirely sure if many people know this, because of it's use in media (junk gypsys, American gypsy wedding, etc.). I've used it in the past for Hidan, because I felt it was something that his character would use, but personally, I would never use this word and I do not condone it's usage, just like I do not condone the use of any other racist, sexist, or like words. This is a very raw story, with raw words, but I have decided that this is not something that I wish to represent, and have revised the word out of my chapters.

However, if I have missed any of them, please let me know. There is also an explicit sex scene in this chapter, readers beware.

XxxX

Apples littered the ground as far as the eye could see once the Jashinists reached the orchard. They made camp for another few days to give Amira enough time to do what she needed to do to complete the last leg of the journey. A few other families were here too, stocking up on the free produce too. Winter promised easy days, but it had to get worse before it got better and Hidan's days were getting harder by the hour. Today he'd not only been tasked with keeping up the fire, but he needed to make alterations to the wagon. Amira had traded a few pounds of meat for nails and a hammer, and them began ripping apart the pulling arms in the front of the wagon.

The plan was to find a sizeable tree limb that could possibly be used to lengthen some part that did something so both horses could pull whatever and blah blah blah. To say the least he was not thrilled. In fact, he was so not thrilled, that he'd made a small pile of wood and took to litterally watching a pot boil over a flame instead of doing whatever it was he was supposed to be doing.

The pot contained various mason jars of every size, and each jar held something different. So much food was being used in fact, that the horses ate scrap instead of grain for two days.

"Hidan, god damn it, did I not tell you to work on the fucking wagon hitch?" His wife, her annoyed tone prevalent, asked as she carried a crate of apples into camp. Hidan rolled his eyes and refused to answer.

"Well, could you at least help me with this instead? Every time a lid on a jar pops in that pot, take it out. While your waiting on that, cut up these apples and put them in a jar with a little bit of water, like half a cup," Amira lectured him like a teacher, sighing after she realized that her husband wasn't listening. Sighing, she set down her crate, grabbed another empty one and went back to the trees. She wasn't gone five minutes before a jar popped, and he was fishing it out with some tool Amira had rigged together out of scrap wire. Another popped, and then another, and soon the pot was nearly empty.

Now Hidan had to pick the lesser of two evils: a grouchy, loud mouthed woman, or even worse, work. Finally deciding he had a better chance of Amira shutting up if he helped out a little, he fished out an empty jar and started cutting. He packed a jar in no time, and threw the cores to the side, but when it came time to cap them, Hidan was unsure what to use.

That didn't much matter though, he was done after two and a half jars because doing nothing was far more important. Amira returned shortly after, another crate full, and sighed again.

"I should have known," she muttered, and sat down too, telling him she was only taking a five minute break.

"Do you want me to make apple sauce?" She asked next, "I was also thinking about making hard cider with that beer."

"Do whatever you want," Hidan grunted and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest.

xXx

The last leg of the journey was completed in a few short days, and the pair arrived at the nomad winter camp four days later around dark. The Main Street of the temporary town was lit up with colored glass over oil lamps and candles, giving the cluster of mobile homes a whimsical and happy look. Woman laughed, children danced and people from all walks of the continent came together again, and it seemed everyone was happy about this, all save for Amira. She was still an outcast, and by extension, so was Hidan. Getting remarried had not fixed the problem because of her hair color, which still screamed divorce, so she was quite litterally ignored by everyone she passed.

"I hate these fucking people," Hidan complained, he'd been gripping since they arrived, and it seemed he'd never stop. First he was cold, and now he's hot, he's gotta piss, he wants a drink, but Amira was pretty sure he just had a stick up his ass.

"Just shut up would you?" Amira groaned, driving them further out away from the gathering. She didn't tell him that people usually stayed with their families when they journeyed here, because the only family they had were two horses and a dog. They finally came to rest on the edge of a field, upstream from the main camp. There was a shady spot at lots of room, and Amira dubbed it perfect to weather the coming months.

xXx

Hidan had never seen Amira do something so spread out. She'd rigged up a shelter for the horses with tree branches and canvas, set up a fire with a spit roaster he'd never seen and then began tearing their possessions out of the wagon just to organize them and put them back in. Hidan wasn't even aware that they owned so many items, no wonder the wagon was so heavy. It took her four days, but finally the interior was spotless.

"What are you gonna do now?" He asked his wife. Currently he was towering over her as she lay on their bed, lazy eyed and limp like a rag doll. It was easy to shove her aside and lay down next to her.

"I don't know, did you have something in mind?" She asked, her words droned, tired and worn out. Amira never realized how tired she was until it was break time.

"You could do me," he smirked. He watched as his same sly smilie crept onto her face too.

"Your always so damn horny," she muttered, sitting up to remove her blouse. Her skirt and his pants fallowed suite.

She groaned as she sat down on him, hips meeting hips in a way they had many times before. She swore, threw her head back and moaned. No matter how many times they made union, she never wanted a warm up and she always insisted it be that way. He wondered if it hurt vaguely, and it wouldn't have surprised him if she liked it when he hurt her.

Every so slowly and gently, Hidan rolled his hips upward, pushing into her heat just the way she liked and she made sure he knew it. As big of a deal as Amira made of love, she never asked him to make love.

"Don't tease me," she huffed irritably, "fuck me into the god damn mattress."

"Your the one on top," he pointed out, but she wasn't having it. Amira used her knees on either side of him to lift herself until she could no more, and preceded to slam down on to him.

"I said, fuck me," she seethed, repeating the action several more times until she managed to bring herself off, though it wasn't the orgasum she was after.

"No," he mocked, fisting one hand in her silver hair and using the other to keep her hips pressed to his in a vice grip. He loved to tease her, he lived to hear her threats.

"You god damn prick, you always fucking do this to me! You jar headed asshole!"

"What was that? I can't fucking hear you?" He mocked still, but just as she opened her mouth to spew another line of insults, he took her by the neck, flipped her around and held her still under his weight.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do Amira," he sneering, knowing full well she was trying to answer him though short choked breathes.

"I can't fucking hear you!" He screamed, "tell me what you fucking want!"

She strained against his grip, coughing, choking for air. She seized his hand with both of hers, she gasped for breathe now her airway wasn't completely blocked and hoarsely, shrieked,

"Fuck my brains out!"

"That I can do, princess," he said quietly, and for a split moment it was still. Slowly he heaved his hips back and in one easy motion slammed himself back into her. Amira cried out in a pained sort of pleasure, every movement, every delicious second she thought her pelvis would break was heaven on earth.

He was reaching the very depths of her, wanting and demanding more of her. She was hot and tight and full of life, life he resisted trying to take every second. Her legs wrapped around him. Squeezing and forcing him closer, her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him, biting him, crying out wildly into his skin.

She was litterally screaming under him, she strained her lungs telling him how good he felt, how full she was, insult piled on insult fallowed directly by a command to fuck her harder, faster, harder, faster.

When she came, the entire world knew it.

It was as if something inside her broke. Her body fractured in two, split up the middle, her nails raked down his shoulders, down his arms to fist themselves in the sheets as she tried in vain to hold herself still. Once she got hers, he let himself have his. He spilled seed into her like white hot steel, and she made sure to tell him just how much she loved it.

Panting and getting quite sore already, he lay down too, unceremoniously dismounting her and flopping onto his back, taking in slow ragged breathes. She was back on top of him in seconds, smothering his neck and face with kisses.

"God damn woman," he sighed, closing his arms around her middle. He could feel the sheen sex left on her body. Eventually the kisses stopped and her breathing evened out, telling him that she'd fallen asleep right there on top of him.

He couldn't see her face, just a wild tangle of silver hair, and that was enough. He would never admit it out loud, but he loved to watch her sleep. She was so tiny compared to him, and when she slept she was that much more vulnerable. He enjoyed her company like he enjoyed the unspoken trust he knew she felt for him. She trusted him even after he'd killed her... Both times.

He loved her.

Of course everybody loves you after they cum, but he loved her in a different way. This relationship was not what it used to be.

He'd come to realize some time ago that this relationship was entirely built on two things: the fact that their God forced them together and sex. For a while he had only liked her in a platonic sense, sometimes less than that, but that was before. Before he wanted to protect her, before he didn't give a shit if she was hurt, before he lost her, when she was annoying and nagging, useless and obsessive.

But she was also very kind, forgiving, pretty and her cooking was growing on him. He didn't see any other girl sticking around him as long as she had. This time of realization was much, much different.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned up to press his lips to the top of her head.

God, he loved her.

xXx

"Hidan, what does this smell like to you?"

Hidan didn't get a chance to answer, a jar of dark gold liquid was shoved under his nose.

"Son of a bitch, is that gasoline?" The man asked, quickly shoving the jar away. His wife shrugged.

"Hard cider went bad," she muttered, leaving him behind to clean out the jars.

"Are you gonna pour those out?" He asked, turning around to look at her. She shrugged again and he was quite for a while while Amira rearranged the bottles of spoiled cider. Hidan starred at the camp's fire for a moment, and then up at the star flaked sky before he spoke again. What the hell was she doing working? They should have been in bed an hour ago.

"Whats Roemanisum?" He called, twisting around to look at her. Slowly she stopped moving and turned around to face him, a jar in her hand.

"Its a religion, its what I used to be before I was a Jashinist," the petite woman replied, "why?"

"Read it in a book," he said very matter of factly. The Roemanistic bible Hidan found puzzled him. Why in the world did she own books if she could hardly read?

"You aren't still practicing that are you?" He asked, standing up and coming inside to see what she was doing.

"No, but I can still read that book can't I?" She asked, putting the jar down and crossing her arms across her chest. She looked worried, intimidated even.

"It's important you only have Lord Jashin, Amira," Hidan breathed, his reverberations from his voice hitting her face like the cool night air outside. He was trying to intimidate her again, that much was clear.

"Hidan, I'm trying hard, I am, but he talks to me sometimes. You hear it too right? At night? Lord Jashin talks to us, and he says... He says..." She trailed off.

Hidan looked down at his wife's worried face, stricken with some sort of twisted hurt down deep in her chest. Personally, he had never once heard his God speak to him at night. Tears welled up into his wife's eyes, the twisted look replaced by sadness. This kept her up at night he could see.

"What does he say?" The Jashinists whispered, his voice low to try and soothe his wife.

"He says this is all a trick, that we aren't really going to live forever, " she paused a moment to swallow a lump in her throat, "he says your going to kill me again. Please, please don't kill me again."

She was pleading before she was sobbing, and when she sobbed, she pressed her face into his shirt and let it all out. Hidan just let her cry, he put a tentative hand on the small of her back and pressed gently, trying to give her some sort of comfort. She calmed quite considerably after, taking just a few moments to catch her breathe after the slight embrace. She tried to convince herself that it was nothing to cry over.

"Hidan," she whispered though quiet hiccups, "I hear it again."

"Go lay down," Hidan whispered back, rubbing her side softly before leaving her inside the wagon. The dog padded inside as he touched his feet down outside, and seconds later he heard the dog jump up onto the bed next to her mistress. He closed the door and tied the rope that kept it shut and stood still for just a moment.

It was quiet, far too quiet. Suspiciously quiet. No leaves ratted on the trees, no breeze blew.

The Jashinist sighed, he couldn't hear anything.

He'd thought someone was outside, fucking with his wife, and that tonight he'd put and end to that but nothing seemed to be here. He sat down again by the fire, leaning down to rest his elbows on his thighs, and decided he'd give it a while longer. Minutes after he was seated, a cloud drifted in front of the moon, blocking out its light and that's when the clearing exploded in sound.

The Jashinists eyes widened, he stood up, his ears felt like they were under water with all of the incoherent mumbling, words ran together, stuttering and stumbling and blending together, and worst of all he couldn't tell where the voices were coming from.

"Where the fuck are you?" He shouted.

"I am where you are not," one voice spoke, the others ceasing to join into an odd sounding mash, "you are not where you should be."

"What the hell is this?" Hidan asked, commanding and irate.

"This is intervention," the blended voice spoke, and suddenly the land scape was changing.

The area around him went black, the fire, the wagon, the clearing and horses, everything was gone, however one by one, millions of tiny lights appeared. Slowly at first but they gained speed until the darkness was illuminated to a bright navyish blend of black and grey.

These were stars, and he was in the night sky.

He had a funny feeling in his head and a tingling sensation in his fingers that reminded him of the time he formally met his lord, but he was still surprised when a body appeared out of thin air.

The person who emerged was neither male or female, however, the figure did appear female with a set of better than average breasts. A long, thin face was decorated with pieces of gold jewelry and tanned skin covered the figures body with long tresses of thick, heavy, black hair stemming from its scalp. Most surprising however were the figures arms, a second pair were anchored right under the first. The figure wore only a loin cloth and painted on markings for fertility and prosperity.

"This is an intervention," the voice spoke again, and Hidan thought his ear drums might shatter.

"Son of Jashin, you have stolen my daughter wrongfully on your gods forced will, and this I will forgive, however I will not forgive the events you will commit in the coming days," the deity spoke.

"Who, what the fuck are you?" The Jashinist shouted.

"It matters not to you, son of Jashin. What matters if what you will do. In three days, six people will come to you, in two days, you will sacrifice them, and on the final day, you will take my daughter from the earth and cease your being. You will die, son of Jashin. You have been betrayed and lied to," the God spoke, it's voice growing angrier with each stanza.

"I don't care! If this is lord Jashin's will, I will fallow it!" The silver haired priest argued, unafraid of the literal God before him.

"And for eternity you will live in damnation. You serve a vendetta, son of Jashin, you are a pawn in rivalry. Jashin's trickery is powerful, but not as powerful as I," slowly, a larger than life hand extended from the opposing God and the hand unfolded, opening to show Hidan a red orb laying calmly in the palm of the gods hand.

Just as quickly as the realm appeared, It was gone. Hidan had just lay eyes on the object when he felt his feel touch the ground and the atmosphere disappear.

The cloud perviously covering the moon was gone, just having passed. He was gone all of six seconds.

"Amira!" He roared, burning a trail through the grass, over the threshold, up the stairs and to the bed she lay in peacefuly. He seized her in both hands, shaking her violently as he screamed, "tell me everything you fucking know or I'll fucking gut you!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" His wife shouted back, pushing him away to stop the sickening movement.

"Four arms, black hair, no God damn cloths, who is she?" He demanded. He watched her eyes widen and pupils dilate, her mouth slacking, just slightly.

"You meet... You meet.. Oh god," she gushed, quickly bringing her index finger to her forehead and drawing a circle, going directly into some sort of odd prayer in the nomad language.

"Amira!" Hidan roared again, seizing her again to give her a violent shake. She needed to get ahold of herself!

"Hidan, we have gotten wrapped up into something beyond our selfs," his wife muttered, "what was said?"

"Something about a vendetta," he sighed, rubbing his temples. Christ what was happening?

"I told you before, we're pawns. I told you!" Amira exclaimed, "you wouldn't know anything about it, but in Roemanisum, there's a story where our, er, the God steals the eye of another God who tried to stop the birth of humanity. Roemanisum focuses on fertility, don't you get it? Jashinisum focuses on death, do you understand?" Amira was near raving now, as if she'd finally gone off the deep end.

"So what your telling me that this, God, if you could call her that, stole lord Jashin's eye? This is ridiculous, your making this up, I'm getting punked or something," the male Jashinist droned, face palming and sighing as he spoke. This shit couldn't be real.

"Oh fuck you! Fuck you! I spent three weeks with your son of a bitching God who did everything short of rape me and your doubting this? You meet Jashin too! He keeps you immortal! Is it so hard for you to believe in more than one deity?" Amira was irrationally angry, how could be be so blind when the proof had been presented before his very eyes!

"I fallow one gods teaching and one God only. I refuse to acknowledge that it exists," Hidan was oddly calm as he spoke. They were reversed, it was usually Hidan screaming at the top of his lungs. He could practically see Amira's blood boil, until finally she reached her breaking point. The woman shrieked so loudly in frustration it spooked the horses outside. She threw herself off of the bed and stomped outside, going off about something in the nomad language. Her words were rhythmic and placed in such a way that Hidan realized she was praying.

"You filthy heretic!" He shouted, fallowing her outside, "son of a bitch Amira, stop it!"

She stood near the horses, a rope tied to the painted horses halter and her Jashin pendant was gone from her neck, laying in the grass at his feet.

"Hidan if somebody told you that yesterday was all a lie, you'd believe them if they wore a Jashin pendant!" Amira shouted back, in between words he couldn't understand, "I'm leaving! I'm finished with you, I'm finished with Jashinism, I'm finished! I'm leaving before you really do kill me!"

She was on Prince's back before he could react, and then she was gone.

xXx

Hidan went to bed angry that night. He would have stayed up if he wouldn't have been so literally exhausted. It was in his dream that the rest of the puzzle came together.

It appeared to Hidan that he was back in the realm of his God. Bleach white walls meet floors of the same color, the only difference was his God in the middle of his line of sight.

"So, my son, you know the where abouts of my eye?" The deity spoke, a sinister, Cheshire cat wake grin taking over his face, "oh, but you've lost Amira? You asked me for her back, and she left you? I knew best, I tried to tell you, but now your so angry you can't see."

Hidan gritted his teeth. It was all true, she'd denounced him and his religion, and Hidan was livid.

"Oh, my son, I'll do you a favor. I've taken away her immortality, kill her, make her suffer, can you do that my son?" The God continued, but he did not give Hidan a chance to answer, "and after she's out of the way, we can begin the campaign to have my eye returned."

"Lord Jashin, I know it is not my place to question you, but could I ask something?" The silver haired man asked quietly.

"What is it?"

"Why.." He began, but when his words would not finish his sentence, he trailed off.

"Because my son, when Al-Malik stole my eye, they stole my power. I would have made her stay my son, but I could not. Do not kill her if you do not wish, try again to persuade her to agree with us," Jashin's voice was like honey to the starving, "now, to go about getting my eye...first you will need six sacrifices. When you sacrifice them, do it in both of our names. Until then my son, you have three days."

And then, Jashin was gone.

xXx

Amira wasn't having a much better time. She was cold and alone when she revived visitation from her God.

"Amira, my child, why do you leave him when he needs your guidance? My daughter, I must remind you of what will happen," her God spoke.

"My god, my source, my being," she whispered in her native tongue, "I do not want to go on. I am week, I am tired and my love is gone. I do not care about the world."

"Amira, I put you in this your earthly purpose. You are my champion," Al-Malik returned, "go, inspire your husband. Show him what Jashin has done, show him what he will do. Show him the teaching of Jashin is false. I believe in the next three days we will all meet again, and until then..."

"Alright," Amira mumbled, pulling her horse around and turned back.

And then, Al-Malik was gone.

xXx

It was still pitch dark out when Hidan was pulled from his sleep by a loud pair of whinnies. Knight had seen something, and the return neigh sounded exactly like Prince. The silver haired man rousted himself from the bed and staggered sleepily outside, and though he could hardly see her, Amira stood in the low lighting, tired and chilled.

"Come inside," Hidan urged. She shook her head.

"Do we have to do this now?" He asked, she nodded.

"Amira.." Hidan sighed, reproducing her Jashin symbol pendant from his pocket, he tried to hand it to her as he spoke, " Amira please, our God has asked us for this, we must obey. What can I do to make you understand?"

"Do you know who's fault it is I can't have children? No, do you don't. You won't open your eyes to look though the blindfold. If Jashin reserves his eye, then... I don't know what will happen, but it won't be good," Amira spoke with a braveness and purpose beyond her years, "he lied to us Hidan. Why do you continue to fallow him?"

"I do it because I'm loyal to my God, I do it because this is," Hidan was about to say that it was the only truth, though that didn't make much sense. He knew Jashin did not stand for anything good or peaceful, his lord stood for everything wrong in the world, and until now Hidan had been okay with that. He'd been okay with the sacrifices, the commanded killings, the painful rituals and the idea of giving up his life for his God, but now it was right down to it.

Now Hidan didn't want to go threw with it, not with... Not with her still around. He'd been different before, when he was single and out for revenge against the hot spring village, it's been different when he was part of the Akatsuki, and now it was different still.

He wasn't part of a binding marriage anymore, not since Amira denounced Jashinisum, But he was still married in his subconscious.

He was fully aware that his God was using him, and at first he felt that it was an honor to be used, but now, realizing that 'the perfect Jashinist' was a lie, realizing that he'd killed the one he loved and needed most, realizing that now nothing could bring her back if something happened again, something was swimming inside his head, and it wasn't maggots.

The power of doubt kept Jashin from stealing control of his body, and with Amira free he was running out of options, that much Hidan knew, but it was still so astonishing to him that Jashinism was not what it claimed to be. It was astonishing that Hidan thought of giving up his God, his God that saved him, his God that.. Did his God love him?

"I need some time to think."


	13. Chapter 13

A silver haired man and woman sat across from each other around a fire put just as the sun crested the sky. Though the man wasn't too concerned with anything besides his own agenda and thoughts, the woman didn't take her eyes off of him, distrust embedded in her gaze.

"I knew this was a bad idea when they stashed you in my wagon. I thought you were just gonna rape me and leave, but here I am! This wasn't just a bad idea, this was a horrible idea," Amira was either complaining or telling him off, Hidan couldn't tell.

"That's what most women that meet me say," Hidan grinned, trying to crack a joke, but she wasn't having it.

"I resent that," she hissed, the only Jashinist left in the clearing shrugged. He was a horrible person and they both knew it.

"You said you were gonna think about things," she hissed once again, "well?"

"I need more time... Couple of days," Hidan sighed.

"You know, you never said you were sorry for hurting me any of those times, you never said you were sorry you killed me. If I wasn't forced to be here, I'd be somewhere a hell of a lot nicer," Amira seethed. Her anger grew and grew with every second. Hidan didn't respond, he was sick of catching hell fire and he knew if he told her he still wasn't sorry she'd explode again. Even if he did say he was sorry, she'd just ask why he'd killed her the second time, or why he continued to hurt her.

"This is a trap, I'm not answering that," Hidan sighed. He'd catch hell again no matter what his answer was.

"Oh, so it's like that?" She asked, prepared to chew his ass out once again.

"Here I am, in the trap."

xXx

"Would you just shut the fuck up Amira," Hidan groaned. Two days later and she was still on him about their entire relationship and it was impossible to continue tuning her out.

It occurred to him that all of this wasn't really nagging. She'd kept her mouth shut this entire time and now she was voicing every concern she'd ever had, from even before they got married.

He probably deserved this.

In fact, he knew he deserved this.

Hitting her again would litterally get him nowhere, so raising a hand wasn't an option and trying to convince her anyway than her own wouldn't score any points either.

He defiantly deserved this.

And for once in his life, Hidan was forced to listen instead of preach.

They slept in shifts, and Hidan wasn't allowed anywhere near the wagon, the food or the animals. He let his ex wife have it her way, after everything, it's been his way for the last six months. The all mighty Hidan didn't feel guilty, ever, but something that felt a lot like guilt was making a lump in his throat.

Oh yeah, he defiantly deserved this.

xXx

Finally, having thrown everything she was holding back, Amira was silent. It'd taken them two days, but finally there was silence in the camp. Hidan not only had his religion to think about now, but how unfair he'd been to the only woman to ever stick by him.

He hadn't made any progress on what to do about either of those things. He was still outside, still sitting in the same spot when some sort of screech came out of the forest, human, womanly, and it was fallowed by a boisterous laughter. Hidan stood up, staring off into the wood until a group of people on horseback appeared down the trail. Four horses, three painted and one tall bay, all draft type, with six people riding bareback. Amira stood off, unwilling to get too close to him now and wishing that they'd just walk by and leave them alone, but it didn't happen.

The horse closest to them, the large bay, much larger than Knight, riding a man and his wife, were the first to stop.

"Hey ya'll," the man smirked, halting his horse.

"Hello," Hidan said, very unimpressed. He rose his hand and waved.

"Nice to meet ya, we goin' into town neighbor, ya'll wanna come?" He asked, a slow drawl to his voice.

"No," Hidan said.

"Well neighbor, my name is Ivan, this is my twin brother Dimitri, and this is my wife Aishe, we are camped not far from you," the olive skinned man smiled and bailed off of his horse. His wife fallowed suite. Her decorated corset, which showed her midriff, and skirt were the same forest green as his shirt. The beading on the corset and skirt matched the color of his pants.

How tacky Hidan thought, but he was sure they thought it was cute. Dimitri steered his horse over and was next to shake Hidan's hand. Dimitri's wife was called Elle, and it just so happened that her sister, Ami, was married to the third man, Luca.

"I'm Hidan, this is Amira, my.." The Jashinist trailed off.

The first thing Amira noticed was all the skin the girls showed. They each wore a long skirt and a corset, no sleeves and bare midriffs. It was something she'd never seen before, was this really the new fashion? Ami and Elle had a pair of pretty lace corsets, Ami's pink and in beautiful contrast with her curly blonde hair, her sisters was light blue and went well with her brunette tresses. The lace was a floral pattern, intricate and pristine like it's just been sewn together.

Amira wanted to call the three of them sluts, but she held her tongue.

"Well, it's nice to meet you both," Ivan smilied, getting back up on his horse and helping his wife up with him. The party of six rode off then, laughing and joking, happy and the whole seen filled Amira with dread. Something about them was wrong, but Hidan knew exactly what it was. They were the six sacrifices.

xXx

Never in Hidan's life had he seen people so friendly as the nomads. He'd been up all night with Amira and his self induced construction was wearing thin. His urges to rape, maim, and murder, his animalistic basic needs had not been meet had not shown their ugly head in such a long time, Hidan suspected it was because he was always doing something to Amira, but now that he was forcing himself to stay calm, it was like he was on an entirely different playing field.

So when the three men from the day before strode into his camp carrying a gallon of beer each, Hidan gladly welcomed them.

When they sat down though, it was very clear to him that the two brothers were already very drunk. Hidan didn't particularly like that, but he didn't complain as long as they didn't get too out of line.

Ivan and Dimitri were themselves, out going and funny, but Luca, however was very reserved to begin with. He was sipping on what Hidan was told was his first drink for nearly an hour. The twins were sort of off in their own space now, leaving Hidan and Luca to sit awkwardly silent.

"You uh, do not belong to, uh, Roemanisum eh?" The shaggy haired man asked, pointing to his Jashinist pendant. Luca was a pale boy, he was tan from the sun however, giving him a funny skin tone Hidan couldn't place. He was small framed like his wife, but with black hair instead of blonde. Luca choose his words carefully, and his manor of speaking made Hidan think he had just learned to speak his language. Hidan didn't answer him because he had no answer for him.

"It is just not too common, where do you both come from?" Luca continued in a light, casual sort of way.

"Amira lived with her uncle, I married in," Hidan tried to explain in as few words as possible. The reserved man nodded and it was quiet again for a long time.

"It's funny, because it's like something drew us here. Ivan was talking about it today before we left our camp too. It must be because you are so easy to talk to," Luca laughed. He was trying hard to make friends, and that was something Hidan was afraid of.

"Where is your wife?" Luca asked, looking around.

"Amira, uh, isn't my wife, anymore. She's inside, I think she's laying down. Fuck, I haven't slept in days, what's today?" Hidan pushed back his hair, he needed a shower and he needed to go to bed, but he hadn't moved from this stop in at least twelve hours, and he didn't feel like he should.

"Today is Tuesday," Luca answered, and he didn't pry. Swallowing hard, Hidan knew what he had to do next. His fingers twitched in anticipation and an unworldly force coerced him into this. Lord Jashin had put these men here for the sacrifice, he'd practically gift wrapped them, and as a follower, Hidan had to kill them. He didn't want to, especially Luca, but he had to.

"God fucking damn it," Hidan mumbled, drawing out a knife he had hidden on his person.

"What was that?" Luca asked, turning to face him. It was too late by then. The younger man's pupils dilated, but he didn't say anything else. The twins were short to follow, too drunk to know what was happening, and it had been the easiest three kills of his life. It had been the first three kills Hidan gad ever been sorry for.

He prayed for each if their souls to Jashin, and then finding the Roemanistic bible nearby, he said a second prayer.

xXx

Ending the lives of the three wives was no challenge. He wasn't an s class criminal for nothing. Sneaking had never been one of his favorite things, he was too bold, too impatient, but with careful footfalls and a steady hand under the cover of night, each woman met her end quickly and probably painlessly in her sleep. He wondered if they were worried about their husbands, if they knew something had happened. They were innocent. So many before then had been innocent too, but that hadn't mattered before now. Two prayers were given to them as were their husbands, who's bodies had made their way into shallow graves.

Back at his camp site, exhausted and over exerted, the tired man opened the door to his own wagon and stepped inside. Amira's chest rose and fell so evenly, Hidan was sure she was asleep. He would have never have gotten so close to her otherwise.

This was so much different. They were much different people than they had been at the beginning of the summer. If it was mid June, he'd still be thinking about raping her, but it was early November and all he wanted was to lay next to her again and sleep.

"Get the _fuck_ out of here," Amira hissed, putting an extra emphasis on fuck.

"Im tired," he sighed.

"I said get the fuck out!" She screamed, whirling around to yell at the silver haired man. Her eyes were blood shot and angry, her face contorted into a kind of snarl he'd never seen before. This woman was her own now, unafraid.

Begrudgenly he left

xXx

Amira did not exit the wagon for the majority of the day. Finally, when she did step out, it was only to feed her horses and then she shut herself right back inside.

Hidan wondered if she was waiting for something, a sign maybe.

The thing about Jashinisum was that it was always very straight foreword. It had set rules and practices, very black and white with little to no grey area of misunderstanding or room for debate. You kill, you pray, you get it good with Jashin in the after life, however, Hidan was different. He was immortal, and that came with special circumstances.

He fallowed every order up until no with no second thought, but his immortality had been stripped from him regardless. Jashin had lied to him, and too Amira, Jashin had taken away his eternal youth, and the Jashinist felt betrayed. But how could he do this to his most loyal follower? How could he do this to the perfect Jashinist? Unless it was all a ploy like Amira said...

Jashin had brought him his wife, his ex-wife, but Jashin had never intended for him to get attached. Jashin expected Hidan to use her the same way he was being used. Jashin had only wanted his eye from the beginning.

Was it wrong to continue fallowing him? Hidan told himself it wasn't, but deep down, he knew it was, not only for what was going to happen after his God returned his eye, but for the manipulation. Why couldn't he just quit? Why was he so attached? He could never give up Jashinisum, that much was true.

It was late afternoon, and chilly. Watching the horses he could see their breathe with every flare of their nostrils. Looking down, he could see his own breathe too.

"Hey crazy ass."

Looking up, he found Amira standing with a copper pot, a knife, venison and a bag of rice.

"I'm gonna make us some dinner, okay?" She asked, but he had no say in the matter. She hadn't cooked in days, and he hadn't eaten.

"I'm scared it might snow soon, it never gets this cold this far south," she babbled in some sort of freak good mood. He surmised it was her nerves talking.

He watched her set the water on to boil in the pot and then turn to cutting up pieces of meat. She cut the neatest, most uniform cubes of meat he'd ever seen and he wondered why she never used that same confidence while making sacrifices. Come to think of it, when was the last time he saw her kill?

"After you eat, you should probably get some sleep. I guess I thought you could sleep when your dead these past few days. Sorry about that," Amira continued, and it was clear this was more than nerves. She was ready to reconcile with him, she'd allowed him back into her life, just like always.

"Don't you dare touch that knife," Amira scolded, watching his eyes drift to the knife she'd just finished using. When she got up to get a pan, she took it with her.

"Why aren't you pissed at me?" He asked when she returned.

"Not worth it," she sighed, "I know your still going to try to kill me, but, you know," she paused, "I'm not sure where I was going with that."

He knew where she was going. She didn't want to hold a grudge against him, she didn't want to wind up dead and have inhibitions.

Amira got up once again, going inside to get plates and forks. She'd just taken the meat off and the seasoned venison smells like heaven to a man with an aching stomach, and when she returned, she dished him out half and brought it to him. His hands went to take the plate from her and as she handed it over, she gently pressed her lips to his.

"I love you Hidan," she whispered, pulling away from him after a hot minute. She settled down and they ate in silenceUpon finishing his meal, Hidan got up, took his wife's plate after she finished.

It was time and they both knew it. When he returned from the wagon, she was gone.

Gripping the butcher's knife in his hand, he made off after her.

He was faster than her, and she knew it, so the only think she could do was switch directions, constantly, and hope she lost him. Hidan couldn't see five feet in front of him and he couldn't see Amira, he could hear her, crashing though the underbrush of the forest that surrounded their clearing. Every time she switched directions he knew it, and each time he became that much closer to heading her off. The only way Amira was able to keep distance between them was using her small body size to sneak under branches that cost Hidan time while he pushed them back.

They were both dirty, covered in scratches, spider webs and sweat that grew colder with every drop in temperature. They were panting so loud it was getting difficult to hear the branches break. For a second, Hidan couldn't hear anything besides his own heaving breathe, and that's when the forest broke, revealing a skinny, long clearing with a path running straight down it. Running down that path was Amira. He was glad now he hadn't over exerted himself.

It only took a second to catch up to her, he tackled her, ramming his shoulders into her upper back, causing them both to spin out into a summersault. Hidan hit first, and he could feel her trying to push him away but he held tight as they rolled, ending with Amira pinned her Hidan's hips.

He could practically see her life flash before her eyes as he raised his knife.

This was for Jashin.

The knife was even with his eyes now.

This was for his God who he loved so dearly.

The knife was over his head now, her eyes large and doe-like as she faced her killer and lay deathly still under him.

This was for his God, and he would gladly make the greatest sacrifice he could for him.

Amira closed her eyes.

At first, when Amira felt the wetness hit her cheek, she thought it was her blood. Unlike every other time she'd been killed, it didn't hurt. She was so lucky it didn't hurt. When she opened her eyes, the grey, cold sky was still above her and so was Hidan, his arms slack, his shoulders hunched, and the knife nowhere to be found.

He couldn't do it.

He was attached. He was in love. He was also crying.

His tears, salty and hot hit her face like rain drops, and laying sprawled on her back, she watched the first snow flakes fall too. It was over and Jashin had lost, though it was not without consequence. Hidan was broken inside.

"Hidan," Amira whispered. He was quick to dismount her, sitting on his knees next to her as she righted herself. The first thing she did was wrap him into a hug.

"I'm so tired Amira, I'm so tired," he whispered. He closed his eyes, finally gaining control over his tear ducts.

"Let's go home, let's go to bed, come on. There's nothing to worry about anymore," she cooed, coddling him like a child, just like when they'd first meet.

xXx

When Hidan's opened again, he was not laying in his warm bed, however, Amira was still next to him.

"My son, I thought you would never wake," that was the voice of Jashin, though Hidan couldn't see him. Amira was awake in seconds.

"Silence Jashin, you have no business here," the blended voice of Al-Malik was next to speak, "he is no longer your son."

"Do not command me into silence you cretin," Jashin hissed as both figures came into view. Neither human spoke.

"It's over," Al-Malik spoke, "you will not see either of us again from this point foreword."

It was a long story, one that the human pair would never fully understand or hear, rooted in the beginning of the human race, though, moving past the originally indecent of the stolen eye (which was a third eye, Jashin had a third eye socket somewhere in his forehead), it was Jashins plan all along to bring Hidan back from the dead and Amira's only purpose was to bring Romanism to Hidan. Jashin however, after poisoning her ovaries, did not expect Amira to latch on to someone who commuted genocide on a regular basis and did not want Hidan to ever grow to like Amira, hence the killings. It all back fired on the white clad God, and he was not happy.

"Before you return them, my dear, dear, _friend_," Jashin grinned, and brought a piece of cream colored cloth from his robe, "I have one last offer, for Amira this time."

Holding the cloth out to her, Jashin folded back the corners and revealed what was inside. It was a pearl, larger than normal and far more reflective, it's hard shell shimmered so fiercely Amira could see her own features in the milky white orb.

"Swallow it, and it will restore your ability to have children," the deity sneered, his perfect teeth showing though his grin, "I'll give it to you in exchange for becoming my champion. We'll do it together, we could bring the unlucky annoyance down with such little effort."

Amira's mouth watered, this is what she always wished for. What she'd always wanted. She looked between the God, the pearl and back around to her lover before looking back to stare down Jashin, looking seriously into his eyes.

"No," she murmured tentatively, "no... my worth is not measured in children or sacrifices."

"Have it your way," Jashin growled, folding the cloth again and putting it back into his shirt. It wasn't long after the pair found themselves back home, in their own bed, warm and safe with a gentle snow fall drifting down from the heavens just outside.

xXx

The biggest surprise the next morning was the wholeness Amira felt. She was surprised to find out, upon cutting herself with a knife, that she'd regained her immortality and fast healing abilities, much to her surprise. Jashin, though cruel, was smart, and he surmised if anything the happy couple was his best bet to regain his eye sometime in the future, and gifted it back to them.

"So what now after all of that bullshits over?" Hidan groaned from the day bed, still unable to separate himself from the mattress.

"I dunno, breakfast maybe?" Amira asked, looking over at him I between glances at the pantry.

"After that I mean. We gonna get remarried?" The silver haired man asked, looking up at his lover opening a jar of Apple sauce.

"yeah, probably, I do kinda like you after all," she grinned.

* * *

So, this is the end of the main plot line. This story can be left, as is, over, however I've got a few more things I want to sort of explore and I'll be coming up with something not to spiritual here in the next arc of our story! Thanks for sticking with me this far people!

Xoxo NovaStars42


	14. Chapter 14

The snow had not melted off of the ground days later and there was a genuine concern between the silver haired pair that they might wake up frozen solid. Amira put blankets on the horses, but they still shivered.

Never in her life had she seen it snow this far south. This ungodly, freak force of nature was unbearable. There was probably only three inches of snow, but for a couple of nomads without a heater, it was a bigger deal than not.

"Can't you get a damn wood stove or something?" Hidan spat though clenched teeth. He had to keep them from chattering somehow.

"Do you really think anyone within fifty miles is gonna wanna part with their wood stove? I can't believe this, this is insanity!" Amira huffed. More often now her voice sounded sure of herself and conveyed more emotion, currently anger.

"Well I'm not about to keep going like this!" Hidan growled, what a dumb bitch she could be.

"Fuck you," Amira hissed, and tracked outside for a minute. When she returned, she brought the dog in and commanded Hidan to dry her off. Reina, the dog, had been hiding under the wagon, but that didn't prevent her fur and paws from getting impacted with ice.

"I'm just gonna fucking get us out of here," he heard Amira mutter, and seconds later she came back inside to grab the horse harnesses that lay in a corner, unused for such a long time.

Begrudgingly, Amira hitched both of her horses to the newly altered wagon. She owned a jacket and long pants, but not a coat or anything seriously equipped for cold weather, so upon returning, she was little more than a pissed off Icecicle. She fed her reins though the hatch at the front of the wagon, pulled up a chair and drove from inside.

Despite the inherent danger of not being able to see the ground in front of her horses, she decided the risk of them tripping was better than her blood freezing solid.

xXx

If the wagon could continue any further south, the pair would be neck deep in salt water. It was still bitter cold here, maybe even colder with the sea breeze blowing in, but there was only a dusting of snow on the grass here, and there was a real, civilized town nearby.

"This isn't any better, Amira," Hidan hissed, wrapping one of the many blankets their mobile home boasted around him tighter. Amira could only roll her eyes and settle down next to him.

"We should probably go find some kind of warm cloths," Amira mused, but instead of getting back up, she lay back further into the day bed, her legs over the side as she scooted her hips closer to her lovers.

"Where you gonna get the money? Pull it outta your ass?" Hidan asked, mocking her from a few weeks ago. Never in his life had he ever been this fucking cold. Never in his life had be been forced to litterally live in an unheated house, on missions yes, but there was always somewhere warm after.

"I dunno. I mean... I never came this way with my uncle or my parents or uh," she paused to clear her throat instead if mentioning her exhusband, "I think maybe this is my fault. Maybe I made a wrong turn," she muttered. She felt bad for this even though it wasn't her fault. She always prided herself on her navigation but now seeing her beat herself up, Hidan felt a bit bad for insulting her.

"Hey, come on, I didn't even know there were green places in wind country," he returned, referencing the most well known part of wind country, the dessert in which the hidden sand village was located.

"I think it'd be cool to have one of those fine boned horses from the dessert, don't you? The ones with the pretty faces?" Amira asked, thinking back to a time when her uncles caravan did a circus in the dessert. It backfired majorly, they almost lost everything because of their failure to ration enough water. Hidan shook his head, having no idea which horses his wife spoke about.

"At least we've got each other, right? Let's just give it some time," Amira shrugged.

xXx

Over the next few days, it did warm up just a little, however snow continued to fall from the sky. The horses and the dog had grown in thick winter coats and were fairing much better in the powdery snow that covered the landscape instead of the wet packing snow north of their location. Amira rigged the tarp back up and used a few blankets to make a better enclosed structure for the horses, and lay a place out for the dog too. They had a nice little spot in a field in between the forest and the water, the only thing separating them from the sea was a three foot cliff, a hundred feet and sand.

Amira was making a list on some torn scrap of paper, listing things she wanted to buy in order of importance, including a new harness, leather oil, a saddle, jar lids, and a wood stove while her husband was trying to get a fire going outside.

"Amira! I fucking burned myself!" The man shouted from outside, "and it won't fucking stay lit!"

Sighing, Amira retrieved some of her failed hard cider turned gasoline and went outside. Strutting past Hidan, she doused the wood with it, lit a match and threw it. The sad excuse of a fire pit sprung to life seconds later with an audible poof, igniting the wet wood and letting the heat from the new fire ghost over their faces until it died down, becoming a crackling, well burning fire fit to cook over. When Amira turned around, she found her lover already there with meat and her spice case.

"So, uh," Amira started, looking down at the meat she was seasoning, "your doing pretty well. About uh, the incident, I mean."

"Yeah," Hidan returned, his throat going dry at the mention of it, "yeah, I'm doing okay."

"You wanna, I dunno, talk about it?" She asked, looking up for just a second before she threw the meat into the pan. Hidan shook his head no. He didn't want to talk about it because that would require thinking about it, and that wasn't something he wanted to do. He'd been nervously chatting with Amira for days about nothing, learning prayers, teaching Amira to read, and as much as Amira loved it, Hidan was at his wits end.

She asked him then to go inside and pick something to eat with the meat. He hadn't even realized what he grabbed until she laughed at him. She smirked, calling him a space cadet as she took the couple of carrots from him and cut them up. He despised the way she cooked almost as much as he despised vegetables.

"Your parents camp around here don't they?" Hidan asked, trying to use his wife to distract himself the same way he had the last few days.

"Um, no, not really. There's hundreds of miles of winter camps around here, my parents camp more west, my uncle camps about half way there, and I think my grandparents, if their still around that is, meets up with my parents," Amira replied, narrowly avoiding burning herself.

"You don't even know if your grandparents are around?" He asked, amazed by the way the nomads worked yet again. Amira shrugged.

"I'm disowned remember? Besides, it's pretty easy to loose your family if you don't stay together all the time. I don't know anything about my family history other than the history of my people. Uh, our people," she smiled. She'd told him that story about a week ago, about how five men from different country's all became friends and traveled together, the ethnic backgrounds of each of their home countries becoming the nomad culture today.

Too bad their culture ended with the happy couple. Amira finishing her cooking and making up his plate. Hidan knew a baby would just complicate things, some screaming, crying, horrid little shit the ruin his long forever, but he couldn't help but feel jealous of fucking Shikamaru and his perfect little girl. He didn't have an internal clock, that froze when he became immortal, but sometimes, he couldn't help but feel a little something was missing from the tiny family.

"There's gotta be some way to have a baby, I mean, fuck," he sighed, taking his plate and going straight for the meat.

"Did you have any bright ideas?" She asked, looking up from her own food. He was quiet for a few seconds, and after looking down at his meal for a second and then looked back up at her, his mouth went dry. It was a terrible idea, terrible, but he said it anyway.

"You got a sister?"

He could see his wife's face twist in confusion. He knew for a fact she had several.

"What's my sister got to do with it?" She asked, sounding vaguely defensive.

"Well, if you got one that looks a lot like you, let's use her as a uh, I dunno a baby mama, after we just take it," Hidan answered though a mouthful of deer meat.

"Your implying, that you," she paused, "that you get my sister pregnant and after we just take the baby and run?" He nodded.

"Babies don't really matter," she sighed, "and besides, we've got all eternity to adopt or something."

"God damn it," he cursed, throwing a fist full if steamed carrot at her face, "maybe I wanna have a kid? Ever think about that?"

Amira thought back to every time he lectured her, drilled it though her head that having a baby didn't matter, now that she could finally move past it, he was the one dragging her back in?

"You are the biggest hypocrite I've ever meet," she snarled, "I hate you so much, you have some sort of talent for fucking things up, you and that fucking God of yours."

"He can't be all that bad, we got to keep our immortality," Hidan growled. Hidan refused to see his immortality as anything less than a parting gift, Jashin still loved him, and he was sure of it.

"Yeah, because if we're alive forever he's got unlimited chances to entice us back," she replied, pointing out yet again, that the immortality was not a gift, it was yet another trick, "Get ahold of yourself! Your trying to make excuses for someone who tried to doom the world! Blame him we can't have a baby!"

Hidan set his jaw. It was Jashins fault, that was also true and he was back around to the indecisiveness he'd felt about his religion he'd felt before the argument.

xXx

As if her husband's sudden willingness to converse with her wasn't worrying enough, he was back acting quite erratic and wandering alone outside for hours at a time, never staying far from camp. He wanted to argue over senseless things and quite frankly bothering her with hundreds of questions about items they carried and how to use them, something he perviously hadn't cared about.

"If your feeling that nervous, why don't you take Reina and go hunting, I mean, you like to kill stuff," Amira suggested. She'd perviously told him there wasn't much game around here, but she knew he hadn't been listening. It'd be something else for him to focus on anyway.

He considered it a moment before picking up his sythe and walking off into the woods with the dog. Amira folded her arms as she watched him go. She needed something to cheer him up, something other than sex because that was more her thing, but what exactly was his thing? Murder? Insults? Meat?

The dog padded softly through the underbrush, nose to the ground, tracking a quail or some shit. Hidan fallowed her, sythe thrown over his shoulder as they walked aimlessly down a grown over deer path.

However, the voice in the back of his head was still tempting him. The voice promised his old life back, it promised murder and death and a thick coat of hot, fresh blood to keep him warm instead of a fire. He wanted all of these things so badly, but he knew better. Hidan was tired, but he was smarter than that. He never regretted leaving the land of steam, but he regretted almost everything from joining the Akatsuki foreword, even Amira.

"Reina," he called, the mutts ears perking as she turned to look at him, "heal."

The walk home was only ten minutes and the silver haired man was counting.

xXx

"Amira is there anything that says I can't take two religions?" The ex-Akatsuki asked as soon as he emerged from the forest. Amira hadn't heard exactly what he said from so far away, so he was forced to repeat himself.

"No, but please think about this," she urged, her face contorting into worry.

"I am thinking, and I'm thinking I can have it both ways," he said, leaning his sythe just inside the door and grabbing a can of meat scraps to feed his dog. She didn't really know what to say to that.

"I," she paused and then continued in a pissy tone, "do whatever you want, I can't son of a bitching stop you."

"Why do you have such a problem with this?" He screamed, veins in his forehead becoming visible.

"I already told you why! You don't need to go screaming back just because it's the only thing you've ever known! You taught me that!" She shouted back, throwing her hands up in the air.

Why couldn't he just take his own advice? He sat down on the steps into the wagon and looked at her kind of stupidly, like this wasn't that serious of a matter.

"Make me some ribs would you?" He asked and watched her put her head in her hands.

"Sure, whatever," she sighed, and went around to the side of the wagon where she had the meat bundled up using the snow as a freezer. She rustled around a little before she brought it back, a huge slab of them, and then proceeded to make a barbecue sauce tasting brine out of onions, pepper and beer and some other things he didn't care to identify. He didn't notice what she was doing until she brought it up, and by then he was throwing clean bones to the dog and whipping his mouth.

"So um, I was thinking maybe we could invite Kakuzu down to stay with us a while, wouldn't that be fun?" She asked.

"Since when is that old bastard any fun?" Hidan asked, his jealousy sparking. She was buttering him up, she wanted something or maybe she was trying to get his goat. She moved slowly trying to hand him her untouched plate, but he wouldn't take it.

"Well, he's your friend isn't he?" She questioned, trying again to hand him her plate, but he again refused. Was Kakuzu really his friend?

"What's in it for you?" Hidan asked, finally giving in as she again offered him her food. There was no spice in this he noted, it tasted like actual venison.

"Nothing," she smiled but in reality she was just looking for someone to help manage her husband. He never answered her, so she sent a letter to the accountant as quickly as she could.

xXx

Kakuzu arrived two weeks later, walking into camp just after breakfast only to be attacked by the sythe welding Hidan was a look all to familiar plastered on his features. The banker quickly threw him to the ground and geared himself for a fight.

The silver haired, homicidal maniac had been nearly torturing his wife, not to mention killing everyone within three miles of their camp, for the past few days on some sort of psychotic break caused by the mental instability leaving his faith. It was a good thing Amira had sent for him when she did. Currently she was picking herself off the ground, a newly bloodied nose and a dark but old black eye adorning her face.

"I remember how much you used to love to piss me off," Kakuzu growled as his ex-partner rushed him again. Kakuzu, with his strength and extra strong skin took ahold of Hidan by his throat, catching the man easily and pulled his weapon from his hand. He'd left himself open to this, and Kakuzu wondered if the silver haired sadist wanted to be hurt. Hidan laughed darkly, his voice blending into long, throat wrenching cackles that reminded Kakuzu again of the old days. The miser tightened his grip, cutting off Hidan's air and sound.

"Thanks," Amira's feminine voice came to him across the way. She nursed a broken arm that would heal quickly as she tried to reassess the rest of her body.

"What's wrong with him?" Kakuzu demanded, his so called friend hadn't acted like this the last time they'd meet.

"Very, very long, confusing story," she sighed, whipping her nose with her long sleeve.

"Time is money," Kakuzu said, feeling a bit like a broken record.

"No more Jashin," she said, as if she'd already picked out her carefully spoken words days before hand. The tan skinned man nodded and looked back to the paler man.

"So your one fucked over priest."

Kakuzu threw Hidan up into the air, caught him by his ankle and slammed him into the ground head first, hard enough to knock him out and crack the ground where he landed.

"Would you be careful?" Amira hissed, running off to get a wet wash cloth. She was on her knees in the snow, checking him over and over for blood, scrapes, and broken bones. Finding nothing besides a goose egg and a bruise forming where his body was touching the ground. She doted on him, and that was something Kakuzu couldn't understand. Why was she still sticking around?

"How'd you get him to give it up?" Kakuzu asked, his gruff, sour tone over riding the genuine concern of his words.

"I didn't," she answered, putting her hand on her husband's forehead. Hidan was out cold, peacefully sleeping with even, calm breathes. He didn't seem scary or dangerous at in that moment with no marks or blood on his perfect face.

"No, really," the masked man probed, as if Amira was lying to him.

"He gave it up on his own, he couldn't kill me and uh, we got out of it. Um, I just," she paused, "I think he finally had enough of Jashin jerking his chain. For example, If he really was blown into a thousand pieces when he was buried, before I met him, how painful was that? I'd be angry too if I was hurt like that and wasn't allowed to die, I'd be really angry if I was commanded to do things that contradicted what I lived for," she finished, standing up to attempt to drag her husband inside to their bed, but Hidan was much too large and heavy.

"I didn't need his life story," Kakuzu huffed causing Amira to roll her eyes.

"A little help here?" She asked, putting one hand on her hip while she used the other to hold her husband's torso up, "I was sure I told you in my letter that your here to help him, your not really on vacation."

"Your lucky I could read that chicken scratch," the banker returned, coming to aid her in dragging the former Jashinist inside. Kakuzu thought while they moved Hidan's useless heavy body, he thought about where exactly this was headed.

There would be no way to suppress Hidan's blood lust, no way to curb the killings, but maybe there could be a way to get him to stop taking it out on her. That was the real reason he was here, not to help take care of Hidan, to help Amira from getting the shit beat out of her. Murder was in Hidan's genetic code, as was his annoying habit of complaining.

Now he had no real reason to kill, for years he'd been forced to exercise chastity, self control and discipline, and now his entire base of life was gone. Killing was something Hidan wanted, making his God happy made him happy, so what was he supposed to do if his effect had no cause? Kakuzu never asked Hidan about his time before Akatsuki or The Way of Jashin, he didn't want to know, but maybe murder was something he enjoyed perviously. Either way it was a problem.

A problem he didn't want to be part of fixing.

hey there guys! So like I said, the story line is over, but I'm going to try and tie up some loose ends and get the rest of the ideas I had for this story out of my head. So, here we've seen Hidan Fail to deal with leaving Jashin and the reintroduction of Kakuzu, in my head, the only way that he'd possibly be able to leave Jashin is by his own accord, and now that he's done it he feels bad. He knows it's toxic, but he can't help himself.

Amira at this point is pretty exhausted with dealing with him, they arnt even having sex anymore, something she loved (and almost always instigated), and she's pretty sick of her husband now. I've tried to make a well rounded feminine girl who changes just as much in the story as the man does.

Just to be clear I really Don't think Hidan likes sex as much as the fandom plays it up to be. He's a very honorable guy if you really get in deep to his personality, and sex definatly isn't something I think Jashin would encourage, because ew love babies, right? Right. He's the God of death (or whatever) and sex was a big part of the plot line, Amira loves sex and used it to make him love her.

Dunno, just my unimportant bs of how this story ended up working out.

Have you noticed my naming scheme yet? It started with chess, but it's kinda gotten past that.


	15. Chapter 15

Hidan was only out for the day, when he woke up, his wife had another slab of ribs on the fire and his pervious partner was sitting next to her, a scarf on over his mask. He stood in the door way of the wagon, wondering just what had happened to him and why he ached so bad.  
"Good morning crazy ass," Amira greeted, her voice didn't sound particularly irritated but it wasn't exactly friendly either, "I can't find the dog and your lucky I could catch the horses after you scared them into breaking their rope."  
"What are you talking about? When did the old man get here?" The silver haired man whined, putting his hand up to rub the back of his head and wincing after finding the bump, "what the hell happened?"  
"You don't remember any of that?" Kakuzu growled, the former Jashinist shook his head.  
"Get me a beer?" He asked Amira, coming fully out of the wagon and crossing the yard to sit in his chair, avoiding his wife's gaze. She glared at him for a second and got up, muttering something about him being lucky she had to get up anyways. She came back with a tiny bag of chili pepper powder and two glasses of beer for the men.  
"I hate spicy food, that's too much," Hidan whined as Amira sprinkled the powder onto the meat, but he was largely ignored. "Why the hell are we sitting outside? It's freezing, and you called me the crazy ass?"  
"Hidan don't start," Kakuzu warned, "I put you down once today and I'll do it again."  
"I'll ask again, what are you talking about?" Hidan, after doing a double take at his wife, realized she was sporting a black eye and what looked like a tiny bit of dried blood under her nose. She wasn't using her left arm at all and her long sleeved jacket had the left side torn nearly off. Come to think of it, where had he been the last few days?  
"You beat the shit outta me asshole, again," Amira replied, her tiny temper flaring, "Tuesday you started going off about something and it got worse from there."  
"What's today?" He asked, looking a bit baffled. Why didn't he remember any of this?  
"Friday," Kakuzu answered. It took Hidan a few minutes to gather his thoughts from there.  
"Is your arm broke Amira?" Was Hidan's next question, standing up to pull his chair closer to her.  
"Well, it was, but it's healing. I guess you were right about Jashin not being all bad," she noted, pressing her lips into a thin line. She pulled the ribs off the grate she used for cooking seconds later and served it with another bunch of carrots. The group ate in silence and went inside after the desire for food wore off leaving them in the bitter cold. It was warmer inside just by body heat and after lighting the oil lamps, they sat around a little while later talking. Kakuzu insisted they go to bed at midnight, so the lamps were turned off and a bed was made up on the floor and the trio turned in, however only Kakuzu went to sleep.  
Amira allowed her normally distant husband to put an arm around her middle and pull her close to him. His legs were bent at the knee, causing her to contour her legs to mock his body shape. He lay a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck and searched for her hand under the covers.  
"I'm not having sex with you while Kakuzu is here," she murmured.  
"God damn, a man can't even kiss his wife without her thinking about sex?" He whispered back, "I was just gonna tell you that I didn't know what came over me. I haven't been feeling so hot lately."  
"Are you saying sorry?" Amira gasped. This would have been a first.  
"I can't be sorry for something I didn't, oh nevermind, shut up and go to sleep," Hidan commanded, causing his wife to snicker. He truthfully wasn't feeling the least bit sorry but it was just like always, never sorry but always guilty.  
"If you don't shut the fuck up you'll both be sorry," their guest growled from the floor, and the clearing was silent after that.

xXx

Kakuzu decided that Hidan had a literal death wish within his first few days with the immortal couple. When they'd been together in Akatsuki he'd also suspected this, but his general carelessness made him think.  
Amira was training the large grey horse, the one Kakuzu had bought for them, when Hidan came out of the house on wheels to watch her. Amira was training the horse to accept a rider (apparently he was only broke to pull), and the horse was not happy about it. He'd thrown three bucks, two small ones with a large one in the middle, throwing his legs out nearly vertical and unseating the silver haired girl from his back when Hidan interrupted.  
At first when he pulled his woman from the horse, it looked like Hidan might be genuinely concerned, but watching them further Kakuzu decided against that. He'd been on the horse a minute before he started ignoring Amira and ending the attempt to train the horse at all. Hidan had been around these horses all summer, he knew exactly what they liked and exactly how to piss them off too. He jerked the reins, pulling on the metal piece on the horse's mouth, kicked him in the sides so hard it thumped on his ribs, and pulled him in endlessly tight circles he could hardly manage, all while Amira yelled at her husband to lay off.  
He was only on another minute before the horse threw him and he ate dirt, hard. The grey horse's dinner plate sized hooves reminded Kakuzu of thunder as they pounded across the land. Amira was on the back of the painted horse in seconds, riding down the beach to catch the larger grey and Kakuzu was left to pick Hidan up off the ground. He suffered a few fractured ribs and a bloody nose, but hurt most of all was his ego.  
A few hours later at dinner, Hidan threw a bottle of what looked like gasoline on the fire, but he'd also apparently spilt it on himself. As the flames jumped higher into they air, they leapt from the pit and efficiently caught his skin on fire, burning him up to the elbow. If Amira hadn't of been right there cleaning a pan with soapy water, it might have been worse. While cleaning his cloths later, she found gasoline all over his pants too.  
Last, and most obvious was when he litterally ran into a butcher knife Amira carried. He bleed all over before he let her pull it out, and when she did, Kakuzu was surprised that his former partner didn't grab for it back to stab himself a second time.  
Amira was outside, checking one final time on her beloved horses when Kakuzu confronted the ex-jashinist. "What is it exactly your doing Hidan?"  
"What the fuck are you talking about old man?" The ex-priest mumbled, leaning against one of the walls surrounding the day bed. He knew exactly what Kakuzu meant.  
"Your pretty stupid, but your not that stupid," the accountant scoffed.  
"I wanna know too," Amira interjected as she shut the door, climbed the steps and brushed herself off, "that stuff you pulled today was pretty out there, even for you."  
"Lay off would you?" Hidan growled, but Amira wasn't about to loose this argument. Kicking off her shoes and unbuttoning her jacket, and then stripping down one more layer to a thin undershirt, she climbed onto their bed and nearly on top of him before he pushed her away.  
"Hidaann, I'm cold," she whined, gripping the hand he used to slide her away from him and using it to pull herself back into his personal space.  
"Then put your cloths back on. What the fuck are you doing?" her husband tried to push her away with words this time but she wasn't having it. Cuddling wasn't something Hidan enjoyed, especially since he was trying to look macho in front his friend, but if he knew anything about women he knew they could care less what men want as long as they can do as they please. What pleased Amira most was physical contact.  
"You might as well tell us what's wrong," she sighed, leaning her head on his chest. Hidan became so uncomfortable with the position he eventually, but reluctantly, put his arm around her. In her defense though, her skin was pretty cold.  
"God damn woman, I swear your gonna catch a cold and I'm gonna end up taking care of your ass," Hidan lectured, pulling a blanket from further down the unmade bed and covering her up with it. His actions produced a low, rumbling chuckle from the other immortal man in the room, who currently sat in in a chair towards the back of the wagon. They'd changed a lot since he'd seen them last,much more than he'd expected them to.  
"Don't avoid the question," she pressed, but he wouldn't give up the answer. He'd never admit out right he wanted to die, never, especially not to her. It was apparent now that nothing could fix Hidan except himself, unfortunately, but giving him something to live for might help too.

xXx

The temperature rose a considerable amount in the next few days, it went from twenty degrees and freezing to fifty and warm making the ground under the horses and the campsite into a muddy mess.  
"It'll drain," Amira assured, she knew sand from soil and she knew that it was nothing to worry about.  
"You two should take up farming," Kakuzu suggested, after seeing her dig trenches to aid the speed of the drainage. She knew what she was doing, mostly, and he supposed, if he set her up right, they'd be very, very profitable, besides you shouldn't put all your eggs in one basket, not to mention a back woods farm might make a good hiding place.  
Amira scoffed, "I don't know a damn thing about farming."  
Hidan emerged from inside the carriage, just after she'd began speaking, and after watching him step down into the mud with a disgusted face it was clear to the miser his friend wasn't himself.  
"Amira, are you cheating on me?" He accused before he'd even laid eyes on her. His facial features were set hard in stone, he looked to be snarling with a vocal tone to match.  
"What?" She asked, holding the branch she'd been using to make the drainage ditches still as she gawked at him. Like she would ever think of it! He came at her and he was on her in seconds, he had one hand around her throat and the other buried in his jacket pocket, looking a knife, as he threatened to gut her before Kakuzu immediately intervened. The amethyst eyed man screamed something about something and them both being whores before Kakuzu shoved him into the mud, efficiently shutting him up. He turned, watching Amira rub her neck where finger shaped markings appeared. Kakuzu then lifted his ex-partner off of the ground, his face and cloths now stained with wet earth.  
"You son of a bitch, I should have killed you years ago," Hidan seethed, violence and bitterness ingrained in his gaze and in his words. This fight would much different. Hidan was prepared and he wanted to win. He nearly landed a well aimed kick to Kakuzu's ribs before he was again thrown back, but Hidan was quick on his feet and fast, able to rush Kakuzu before he had both feet on the ground, but Kakuzu was much smarter. He'd laid a trap with the long, tendril like threads that held his body together, a group of them snaking out of his leg, down his pant leg and into the earth where they burst though the soil, coiled around the mad man, and hog tied him. Kakuzu cut the threads, severing them from his own body as he caught his breathe. He hadn't been on the run for a hundred years with nothing to show for it.  
"You just let him strangle you? What the hell is wrong with you?" Kakuzu shouted, turning back to Amira.  
"I usually end up much farther ahead if I don't struggle," she articulated, putting a hand on her cocked hip, "and you don't know a god damn thing about us, so fuck off."  
"I know he's insane and you have a complex, I'm not sure how he stands you," Kakuzu growled, resisting the urge to sew her mouth shut and stormed off. Amira wasn't sure if he'd be back, and she didn't care. Hidan flailed and cursed though the bindings, tangling himself further and ignoring the rest of the world.  
"Hidan, Son of a," Amira muttered in frustration as she attempted to calm her husband, "mother fucker," she paused as he continued to struggle,"Would you stop?!" She finally shouted, finally earning his attention.  
"You dumb cunt, cheating on me with that old fucking dirt bag, I hate you, I hate every-"  
Hidan was silent after Amira's palm meet his cheek with an audible slap. It was his turn for finger prints to appear red on his skin, his head turned sideways from the force of the strike.  
Amira mused that he wasn't actually worried about her cheating, yes he was possessive, but he was also very unstable and his brain probably thought things that didn't make sense. These episodes were getting worse and he had no idea how to fix them. She left him outside in favor of going inside to lay down, he was in almost a catatonic state with his eyes wide and mouth hanging open, but he was quiet, and that was all Amira wanted.

xXx

Amira was surprised when Kakuzu returned. She'd thought she burned the unstable bridge the two had formed so she quickly apologized, although she'd never let on she didn't mean it. Hidan had calmed down enough to be untied, though anything that could possibly be used for a weapon was already hidden by the time he was clean of all the mud.  
"I really think you should take up hunting Hidan, I think you'd really like it," Amira tried to prod him again with the notion hunting would help him. "You could kill something every day, maybe It'd help stop these manic episodes. Plus it's relaxing and quiet in the woods."  
He grunted, sticking his pinkie finger into his ear to pull more mud from it… How very attractive. Amira watched him, holding it in a moment before she nearly died laughing.  
"What?" The priest shouted, a little frustrated she was laughing at him of all people, especially since Kakuzu, the biggest fucking joke of all, was sitting right next to them.  
"I swear to god, I can't believe I'm gonna spend the rest of eternity with you!" She replied, barely able to contain herself before going off into another fit of giggles. She was sort of glad he picked her, (even though it wasn't his choice) because she certainly wouldn't have picked him, not even in a hundred years. Hidan rolled his eyes and scoffed.  
"Whatever."  
"Love you too," she managed through splitting sides.

xXx

Hidan tried again the next morning to go hunting. With his dog at his side and a few sharp throwing knives he'd borrowed from Kakuzu and his newly recovered sythe at his disposal, all that was left was to track though the misty forest and wait. He moved slowly and silently, matching his hound's silent padded foot steps as he fallowed behind her. With his weapon slung over his shoulder, his patients wore thin. He only tolerated the god damn woods for about an hour, but found himself lost for another three. His son of a bitching dog walked off without him and he had no idea which way home was, until he found a road, a road he'd rather of avoided and fallowed it to town. Rolling his eyes and deciding it better he stay away, he turned around and hoofed it back home.  
"See if I fucking do that again," he mumbled to himself, pulling his his weapon from his shoulder and spinning it around over his head. He laughed a bit to himself, switching hands and bringing it around behind him, he still had it!  
Using what little bit of ninja strength he had built up, he leapt up into the trees and sprung from branch to branch, kicking off if smaller weaker branches. His adrenaline rushed as they broke under him, trilling him until the trees broke into a clearing, his campsite below. He caught himself on bent knees, skidding though the dirt.  
His sudden entrance had not only spooked the horses, but his wife and ex-partner. Kakuzu was on his feet, standing infront of Amira with thread snaking out of seemingly every seem and his arms breaking apart to create a pattern of flesh and thread all the way down to his fingers.  
"Relax old man," Hidan scoffled, "just shown' off is all," he said in a much quieter tone. The accountant seemed to relax, retracting his thread and closing his arms back together.  
"Don't do it again," the older man droned, and turned back to whatever he was doing.  
"What 'cha got there?" He asked, coming closer. The banker had a jar of black ink in his hand and a paint brush in the other, drawing letters on his wife's fingers and, once he finished there, on the backs of her hands. He knew what those were.  
"What the literal fuck are you doing to my wife Kakuzu! What the hell are you trying to turn her into?" The ex-jashinist shouted, "those are sealing symbols! Amira get up!"  
"I know what they are," she answered harshly, turning her hands over to let Kakuzu draw on her palms. She wouldn't look at him, only stared at the seals.  
"What the fuck are you doing then?!" Hidan shouted again, going to slap the other man's hand away from his woman, but he was stopped short by a fast moving fist.  
"Shut up Hidan," Kakuzu growled, "they're for you jackass."  
"What?" He stammered, taking a litteral step back. Kakuzu was trying to seal him inside Amira?  
"I'm leaving soon. She can't control you like I can, so I'm giving her something to defend herself from you. It'll release when the ink washes off, but until then, you'll be stuck in her hands."  
Hidan remembered vaguely his recruitment to Akatsuki. He fought Kakuzu and Orochimaru on the outskirts of a small village he'd been harvesting sacrifices from. Kakuzu defeated him, but not without a fight. They were pretty evenly matched, and Hidan would have won if he'd been a little smarter. Laying on the ground, he refused still to join, but Orochimaru, that creepy shit for brains bastard, produced a seal on a piece of paper and told him if he didn't stop tearing villages to shreds someone would hunt him down and seal him away, just like the snake was threatening to. Of course Hidan complied after that.  
Kakuzu had probably already taught Amira the symbol and how to cast it, however, there was one glaring problem.  
"Where's she supposed to get the power to use them dickwad?"  
"You," the masked man grunted, and pulled her hand towards him. Kakuzu presented him the wrist he'd caved his name into, a pretty pink scar reading his name.  
"You love her right? You wanna help her?" The masked man asked, dipping the brush into the ink and handing it to him. Kakuzu was asking him to save her from himself. Reluctantly, Hidan took the brush and drew his own seal over his name, and sealed a portion of his unused chakra into his wife's wrist. Immediately he felt drained.  
"I don't feel good," Amira mumbled seconds later, and excused herself to run into the woods and puke. The men watched her for a while, they watched her finish, turn around to lean against a tree and wipe her mouth.  
"I'll be off," Kakuzu said next, stood up and looked to his friend. They were quiet for a moment more.  
"Thanks," Hidan paused. His friend had just covered his ass, again, "yeah, thanks. Again… Kakuzu." He could see the tan skinned man smirk under his mask. They didn't say anything more and Kakuzu disappeared into thin air.

xXx

Amira did not want to use the seals Kakuzu had given her. She didn't want her husband to get out of control again, she didn't want to see the marking on her skin glow as her husband disappeared from in front of her. Yes his assault stopped, but as she starred horrified at her palm, she wanted to throw up again.  
She hurried to wash the ink from her palm just like Kakuzu had taught her, slowly, in and upward motion, so when her palm glowed again and spat Hidan out like sour milk, she threw her arms around him and cried.  
Hidan wasn't exactly sure what had happened. He'd had another episode, blacked out, and when he realized what was happening, he was already face down in the dirt with his wife blubbering about something in his ear. He rolled his eyes and patted her back, so when she jumped off of him to keep scrubbing her hands, he was puzzled.  
"What's wrong? What happened?"  
"Nothing, this is just too scary to use, I don't want it anymore," she replied, sort of frantic, the water blackened as it dropped down her elbows. The ex-jashinist sighed and stood up, grabbing her hands to halt her.  
"It didn't hurt," he assured her, and dried her hands. He found the ink Kakuzu left and repaired the seals, though it was a challenge. His hand writing was larger and much sloppier, and he realized screwing the seals up could potentially hurt him, if not her too, causing him to be a little more careful. Kakuzu's plan had worked, and neither of them had gotten physically hurt. That old buzzard hadn't lost it yet.  
Hidan asked himself again while swearing at the ink spots just when it was he encompassed Amira in to the list of things he cared about. He, of course, was at the top, and then probably food/beer, (you know, the necessities) and then Amira and her bright smile. It was an incredibly short list, and it was important not to confuse him actually caring about people with caring for his wife. She was way different.  
Hidan gave her more of his energy, much more this time, in hopes of draining enough from himself would stop him from having another episode. He figured if he was tired or he didn't have the energy, he couldn't attack her. It made Amira violently ill, but it worked for the next few days.

xXx

Six weeks in to winter, the two found themselves unable to celebrate to coming of the new year. Hidan was too tired to move much and Amira was still puking her guts out. He began to wonder if this was better or worse than having the black outs, but Amira was equally as miserable.  
He has to start expending this energy some other way.  
His wife was white as a sheet when she climbed into bed with him in the middle of the day. She pulled him close and nuzzled her face into his chest, and moaned before getting back up, and going back outside. She didn't come back in, but peeking out the window he could see her with her he'd between her knees trying to keep her lunch down.  
"Amira," Hidan groaned, hoping she could hear him. She couldn't of course, so he was left to lay there. Hours later, when she returned to crawl back into bed with him at dark, he instructed to get the ink and a scrap of paper. He helped her draw a different kind of seal Kakuzu had taught her, and instructed her to start putting things she didn't need inside it. It wasn't any different than a sealing scroll like he was familiar with, they served the same purpose. Amira was delighted to find out that simple paper could be used as storage space. She eventually found a piece of string and started binding the pages into a book. The more she sealed, the better she felt. The nausea was fading fast, but she still wasn't at a hundred percent. Their wagon was cleaner than he'd ever seen. Their summer cloths were out of the closet, the blankets they weren't using were out of the way. Everything that didn't have a place found one now.  
"We could go anywhere Hidan, with these. We could store food and water and, well, the possibilities are endless aren't they?" She asked, looking up at him from her position on her knees on the floor, "where does it go?"  
"Uhh," Hidan dead panned, "I'm not sure."  
"Where did you go?" She questioned, looking down at her hands like a child. Hidan shrugged.  
"Probably in your hands like Kakuzu said, that old bastard never says anything he doesn't mean literally."  
He watched Amira lick her lips, her eyes gleaming with thought.  
"What?" He asked, scowling down at her.  
"This is gonna be pretty useful later on," she smirked. She'd never been worried about money before so he figured she had something up her sleeve.


	16. Chapter 16

Thanks for hanging on guys! Sexually explicit warning ahead!

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It was officially the new year when Hidan woke, the first rays of dawn peeking in through the window and disturbing him from his well deserved sleep. Amira was next to him, his arm draped around her. She held his hand to her chest, her fingers locked with his sweetly.  
The nearly white sun beams highlighted the faint pink hues in her hair and shone on her skin. After examining his own arm, he found his skin was nearly sparking too.  
The sun rose over the ocean, the sea still dark and calm in these tiny hours. The sky turned orange and bleed into yellow and then blue as it crested. It looked almost too pretty to be real with so many colors.  
Why had he failed to notice these things before he'd meet Amira? Maybe there was more to this life style than he'd originally perceived. He was beginning to agree that settling down was useless.  
"Happy new year," he heard his wife's soft voice whisper, as if she was unsure if he was awake. He grunted in response, pulling her close to him in the crisp morning air.  
"You know, I'm feeling a lot better, what about you?" Amira sounded beckoning with her voice like velvet though she lay right next to him. Like he was far away when his hands were wrapped around hers.  
"Yeah," he replied, feeling her stretch and tangle her legs into his.  
"I was thinking, uh, did you mean what you said about having a kid?" She mumbled, lowering her arms to hold them protectively against her stomach. Hidan sighed.  
"I can't even remember that," he lied, and it was a damn good lie. Shikamaru's good fortune and beautiful little daughter still haunted his mind sometimes, he was still jealous, "when you were dead, and knight had that shit on his back, I went to the leaf village, and that jerk ass brought in his kid carrying a baby deer. You should have seen him, clan leader and shit, made me sick."  
He thought it important enough to tell her, but he refused to say any more. He'd said way too much. She'd fought her demon and he fought his, and now they were trying to live a life putting distance between hell and themselves, not to say he hadn't encountered enough trouble along the way. Conscious of them or not, Hidan had to stop hitting his wife, and he had to stop worrying about Shikamaru fucking Nara. That pineapple headed asshole was his fatal flaw, Hidan's thoughts always returned to him, like a itch that wouldn't go away.  
"Where's your family Hidan? You didn't come from a clan? I thought most uh, well.." Amira trailed off before she could call him a 'you people' and put him in that category.  
"They're dead. I killed them," his words weighed sort of heavy as he pushed back regret from his mind. Things had been different then.  
"Do the same for me?" She joked, trying to lighten the mood. Hidan rolled his eyes.  
"You want revenge on that guy?" She asked, rolling over to face him. That took a second to think about, but no more than a second.  
"Yeah, yeah I do."  
"Think it would help anything?" She asked, sitting up and pulling another blanket from the foot of the bed. She stayed sitting though, looking at him with a face he couldn't read.  
"Yeah, it'll help me," he replied. She brought her hand back to his, twisting her fingers around his palm.  
"We could leave the wagon with my sister or something. My sister respects me," she paused as if she didn't know if she really wanted to go though with it, "I'll go with you."  
As much as she dreaded having blood on her hands again, she loved her husband.

xXx

Hidan wasn't ready to begin traveling again, but to put the plan for revenge into action, they couldn't be carting around a house, two horses and a dog. Amira was still sort of packing up, and taking her time too. It took a few days before she was ready to leave, but when they did finally leave their campsite, they only traveled a few hours before they stopped yet again. Getting back into the swing of things was hard.  
"Are you bored?" Amira asked, twisting and tying something on one of her old world cloth bras as she came to sit next to him on the day bed. He knew her better than that, she was after something.  
"I'm always bored," he noted, rolling his eyes. What, like this was fun?  
"Yeah, but are you bored right now?" He looked over at her. That hadn't made any sense and it took a second if staring into her pink eyes to pick up what she was laying down.  
He knew what she was asking now. However, this time was going to be a bit different. There was a difference between making love and fucking, even if making love included fucking. Hidan supposed it was the intent behind it, and today he intended to be gentile.  
He could be gentile, right? Of course he could. He'd never tried before, but he was sure he could.  
He moved so he was hovering over her, and shifted his weight to his hips. His beautiful, petite wife had already spread her legs, but as she attempted to take her pants off, he seized her hands and put them above her head. He pressed his lips to her neck and his hips to hers.  
His lips moved slowly over her skin, kissing, licking, nipping, up from her collar bone to her jaw line to suck and kiss just under her ear.  
"Your teasing," she gasped, moving her arms to snake around his midsection.  
Indeed he was teasing her. His hips moved ever so slowly as they ground into hers, pressing his clothed erection against her heat. God, it felt good, he was surprisingly hard already. He moved with long, slow strokes, driving her wild each time he started over. Her hips trembled and shook, gyrating along with his as best she could with his weight on top of her.  
"Your teasing," she moaned again. Hidan buried his face into her neck, leaving her skin red and raw as he moved to capture her lips. Their kisses were wet and sloppy, the closest thing he could compare the sound to was popping. He ran his hands down her sides , nearly failing to balance as he pressed his tongue into hers.  
The first thing to go was her pants, the next thing to go was his.  
Her pussy was bare now, and he could almost feel the heat. Licking his thumb, he pressed it harshly into her clit and rubbed counter clockwise, driving her mad. Her hips bucked, her back was arched off the bed, and her swollen lips parted to pant, to beg him without words.  
"I'll let you choose," he rasped, his voice low and sultry, moving his thumb lower to gently part her folds. She might as well have been raining down there she'd gotten so wet.  
"Hmm?" She murmured, bucking her hips once more to try for some penetration.  
"You want it vanilla? Or you wanna play a game?" He groaned, moving his free hand to rub his stiff prick. She seemed unable to answer.  
"Let's play a game," she sighed contently, he rewarded her answer by rubbing clockwise into her button.  
"The first one to cum looses," he groaned, feeling her hand join his pulling on his cock. She murmured something in agreeance. He moved off of her and stood up, putting both feet on the floor. He gripped her hips and pulled her close so she was perched on the edge of the bed, turning her over onto her hands and knees. He propped his own knee up next to hers, lined them up, and pushed inside with one quick motion. No matter how many times he thrust into her, he was still amazed on how well they fit together, like they were made for each other. He'd just entered, and he felt like he might blow already. She arched her back up into him, pressing them together once more. He pulled out slowly and thrust back in much the same, but the way she moaned, Hidan would have thought he was hurting her if he didn't know better. Angling his hips differently each time, he pushed deeper into every sweet spot he knew of, and several that he didn't.  
"Pound me, you stupid fuck!" She moaned, "harder! Oh fuck!"  
He hit something not so deep inside her, by accident, that had her screaming.  
"Oh my god!" She yelped suddenly, grasping behind her to fist her fingers in his hair, "again! Again, again, again, son of a bitch, right there, right there! "  
His breathe came out hot and ragged against her skin, his lips grazed her neck and then he bit down, bringing forth a squeal from her throat. To hell with the game, he thought, watching his wife wither under him was too much. He was done for. Amira shifted her hips, angling him in such a way he pushed down hard on her bottom wall all the way to the back.  
"Fuck my god damn brains out," she commanded through hitched breathe as he bottomed out.  
"Want more princess?" He asked, his chest heaving in time with his hips. His wife used her hand to force his lips to hers in an awkward sideways kiss.  
"Yes, oh god, I," she gasped, pushing her hips back to meet his with more and more force every time.  
"I," she gasped again. She tightened around him and came a second later with wide eyes, collapsing into the bed, but he caught her around the middle, preventing her from falling. He pressed his chest to her back and his lips to her neck as he joined her in bliss. It didn't appear that either of them could talk or move, frozen like Grecian marble.  
"I lost," she hushed, her fingers still twitching with the electricity that coursed though her veins. He gave her a swift pat on the ass as he let her fall and found his pants, laying down after pulling them back up. Amira stood up on shaky legs, seemingly unable to speak anymore than two words.  
"Yeah," he smirked.  
"What do I have to do?" She asked, retrieving her panties and sitting down, gently to avoid her sore spots, and twisting around to look at him, he handed her the bra she'd been attempting to put on.  
"I never said nothing about anything happening if you lost, but if your so eager," he watched her expression twist from surprise to frustration. How cute, he mused, as she tore him a new ass.  
"Oh fuck you, you can't change the rules after the game is over!" She huffed, crossing her arms.

xXx

It took a few more days traveling, once over night, to reach the camping area claimed by Amira's family. They had an apparently large fire, the smoke was visible for miles, and sheep grazed with circus animals over the plain they traveled across. Amira really hadn't been kidding when she said her family was involved in sheep.  
"God damn, how many are there?" Hidan asked, holding the reins as Amira tried to fix herself up as presentable.  
"A couple hundred. They rotate fields very two weeks," Amira's voice sounded stressed at this point. She'd tried on a million outfits, but nothing could cover the massive hicky he'd left on her neck. She tried cold water on it, a spoon, but it refused to fade, not even a little.  
"They'll probably think I'm a whore no matter what I look like," he heard her mutter though the open hatch behind him, but he didn't say anything, assuming it had something to do with her divorced hair color.  
Hidan thought he'd prepared himself for the camp, but he was wrong. He imagined two, or three wagons pulled around a circle, but instead seven in total lay before him with twice as many kids running around the grounds playing, of course, it was separated by gender.  
Hidan picked Czar out of the group off men first, (hadn't Amira said they camped somewhere else? ) but Czar was not the man that approached him. The man was a bit older than Amira, maybe a year or two, and by the shape of his face he appeared to be very closely related to her, though his eyes and hair were both dark. The other five men sat around a table, the women no where to be found.  
"Could we help you stranger?" The familiar man asked, and it took Hidan a second to remember just who he was dealing with.  
"I'm Amira's husband," he grunted, tying his reins off and preparing to dismount, but the younger man still refused to move.  
"Impossible," he scoffed, and that sent Hidan's temper flaring.  
"Excuse the fuck out of you," Hidan growled, and jumped down anyway, invading the man's personal space as he hit the ground. He just short of pushed the strange man before he stomped over to the door, untied the rope holding the door shut and ducked inside. When he returned, he was dragging his procrastinating wife by her wrist.  
"Impossible, right?" Hidan mocked. Fucking assholes, damn these people straight to hell! Never in his life had be meet people as rude as these. Czars family had been nice enough, so he chocked it up to the root of the problem being Amira's father. No other nomad he'd meet acted this way.  
"Your a god damn wizard," Amira scoffed, staring this stranger down with a nervous, crooked smile on her face.  
"How dare you mouth off to me that way," the dark haired man hissed, his dark eyes fuming with anger.  
"I speak freely," Amira said, very matter of factly. Hidan could see the rage building in the other man's eyes. How dare a woman have the same rights as he? Hidan had never been prouder of his wife.  
"That is enough," another dark haired man stood then, and Hidan was about to say screw it and leave. This man was elder to Czar, and taller. He shared the younger's dark hair, but his pink irises identified him as Amira's father, though she'd obviously gotten her looks from her mother, not the haggard forty something man in front of him.  
"Have you returned here only to cause more trouble? Have you not put me though enough?" The man accused. It was Amira's time to shine, to set the record straight and to free herself completely from this chain of relative abuse.  
"Don't flatter yourself, I'm not here to see you," Amira stuck her nose into the air as she spoke, she was much to good to be trifling with the likes of any of these men, "I'm looking for my elder sister."  
"You trouble causing wench," Amira's father hissed, "you've spread horrible ideas into the heads of your siblings."  
Amira ignored him this time and stood tall waiting for a real answer. Finally Czar stood up, muttering something about having enough of the stand off, and went to find Amira's sister. Amira's father finally sat down again, but her brother remained standing near the immortal couple. They stood akwardly in silence for a moment before a blonde haired girl emerged from behind a brightly painted wagon. Amani was tall, her hair a considerable amount longer than Amira's with eyes that matched her sister. She dressed in a layered skirt that showed a little more leg than was considered safe and a rose grey corset. A set of small bells decorated her waist and long, dangling charms decorated her ears. As soon as Amani lay eyes on her long lost sister, she rushed to meet her, hug her and take her hands to look her very seriously in the eyes.  
"Amira, please tell me this isn't a ruse," the woman seemed to be begging almost, squeezing her petite sisters hands a bit harder than she meant to. Amira mearly turned over her wrist to show her sister that her husband's name had been engraved for a literal eternity. It didn't mean anything religiously, but it meant something symbolically.  
"Oh Amira!" Amani gushed, wrapping her sister into a hug that tried to encompass her new brother in law, but Hidan was not one for contact.  
"Forgive me," the younger man who'd been first to confront them came foreword. Amir shared the namesake of his father as the first born son, and the masculine version of his second younger sister. He came foreword and offered a hand for Hidan to shake. Hidan laughed in his face, a quick 'ha' that served to humble the younger man.

xXx

"Amira, you look so old fashioned!" Amani gushed for the thousandth time that night. The siblings had joined their sister a few hundred feet from the main camp around a campfire, telling stories and catching up. It'd been roughly seven years since the sisters had last seen each other, when Amani got married and moved to live with her husband and six since Amira left home.  
"I don't understand! Why do you wanna show all that?" Amira asked yet again, downing a cup of beer and picking up another glass. She had a slight blush on her cheeks and she was more than tipsy.  
"Times are changing! It's fun! Oh Amira, you should have seen the fit my husband threw two years when I wanted to camp here, now we're a year here and a year with his family, and no annoying kids!" The blonde laughed, and after studying the situation, it sounded like progress was coming to the nomad traditions.  
"Amira, uncle never mentioned you getting married, in fact, he didn't mention you at all, where did you two meet?" Amir asked, swirling around his first drink him his cup, "Id also like to mention that you are a mouthy drunk Amira, and that's your third beer."  
"Aw, shut it," Amira laughed, it was clear her brother still wasn't used to this free speech thing, and pushed her hair behind her shoulder, "Hidan found me. And our uncle is an asshole. I mean, look at grandad, not to mention father."  
She cussed her father under her breathe and sighed before guzzling the rest of her drink before reaching for her brother's. Amir handed it over without question. They continued talking about what happened to their remaining six siblings, but apparently the elder two hadn't heard from them.  
"What about you, uh, Hidan was it?" Amir turned and gave him a half hearted smile, as if he was unsure how to even make small talk.  
"What about me?" The ex-jashinist asked, and the darker haired man shrunk back. Hidan rolled his eyes and decided to humor him, "I come from the land of hot water. I used to… Work there."  
"That's quite a ways away," Amir laughed nervously, wringing his hands, "why'd you give it up for this?"  
"Simpler," Hidan grunted, and went inside to retrieve a couple more glasses of beer.  
"He's a lot nicer in the day light, I promise I didn't marry another asshole," Amira joked,spilling a little of her beer onto herself and laughing stupidly at the dark stain, "usually he's a horrible complainer, he's just being all macho man," she mocked, using a tough sounding fake voice to articulate her point.  
Hidan rolled his eyes again and decided to stay inside away from his drunk wife, efficiently tuning out the rest of the voices at the campfire. I poured two of the cups he'd filled back into the ever draining barrel and kept one out for himself, lounging on the day bed and sipping it leasurely in the low lighting.  
He was happy for his wife, her family didn't entirely hate her after all, just most of it. He was sure she felt better now too, no matter how many times she said she didn't care, he knew it still bothered her, but he was caught between the lesser of two evils when it came to the baby issue. Neither of them knew how to feel about kids, but the idea sounded better than it actually was. Hidan's thoughts drifted back to Shikamaru's daughter. He probably had a couple other kids too.  
The plan for revenge had not gone well, he wasn't sure if killing them all was a good idea or not. Should he just end the family and let the lazy bastard suffer or, well, he couldn't hardly sacrifice him to Jashin. Plus, he had to deal with leaf village security.  
Hang on just a god damn second.  
A sly smilie crept onto the immortal mans face as he sipped his beer, the foam sticking to his up turning lips. What a brilliant idea! He'd just kidnap the bastard's kid!  
"Amira! Come here!" He called, standing up to turn on three of the oil lamps hanging over his head. He didn't hear anything back and waited a few seconds before he called again.  
"Hold your damn uh, horses!" She called back, grunting, forcing him to wait a few minutes longer. Finally, he heard her foot steps coming up the steps. He moved around to refill his glass and get his wife another. He spun back around, liquor in hand to celebrate, to meet face to face with his wife. She'd traded her blouse for a tight fitting corset, a wine colored, steel enforced corset that pushed her breasts and showed her midriff, which was bare except for a belly button piercing she hadn't had perviously. Even with the fluffy, lacey lining over the top that helped block the view of her breasts, the thing showed more skin that Hidan was used to seeing, beautiful, scared skin that looked so smooth to the touch.  
"Do you like it?" She asked, pulling back her long silver hair to reveal her right ear. It looked red and swollen, but most interesting was the line of seven new studs that began at her earlobe and journeyed all the way up her cartilage. She smiled at him like this was some work of art, but Hidan wasn't sure what to think.  
"It's, uh, fine," he muttered, handing the inebriated woman her drink.  
"Amani said I looked old fashioned," she slurred, running her hands down her corset curves. A mirror hung on the wall over the sink basin, the vary mirror Hidan looked in when he'd first meet Amira, caught her eye and she turned to look at herself, "I think I look like a slut. But, likes, the ear, uh ear thingys are kinda cool."  
He thought she looked like a slut too, but he wasn't about to anything, there was a more important matter at hand to inform her of.  
"It's fine, never mind, I've got a plan, it's God damn brilliant."


	17. Chapter 17

It was hard to leave Amira, or, rather, her leave him. She'd given him exactly what he wanted from the beginning, the necessities to live, an unbiased opinion on his former religion, love (which hadn't been important until recently), and most of all, attention. He was once again reminded how much he appreciated her undivided attention until she'd rode out of camp.

When she waved from the back of a tall horse she borrowed from her sister, he couldn't help be a little frustrated with his own plan. Why couldn't he have worked it out so they could have stayed together? Oh right, because Shikamaru knew him, and someone would have sensed him on his way into the village.  
So now he was alone, but not quite as lonely as he'd been perviously. He'd payed special attention to what she wore too, forcing a shirt on over the corset and a pair of pants on instead of a skirt. He'd made sure she left with enough cloths on to shield her from wandering eyes. She'd only been gone a couple days and he'd be meeting her in a few more days to complete the plan.

She was to acquire a job at the Nara household and with the apple cider turned gasoline, polish their floors or furniture or whatever after convincing them she'd made it to take care of the wood. Later that night she'd set it on fire and in the confusion, he'd grab the kid and they'd escape into the night.

"Do you ever put on a shirt?"

"Not if I can't help it," Hidan snorted, rolling his eyes. Amani stood in front of him, the wind catching her blonde hair causing her to tuck it behind her ear, just like he'd seen Amira do a hundred times. She was talkative and nosey too, just like her sister.

"Where'd you get that big scar over your heart?" The nosy woman asked, coming a bit closer.

"It's a lot of scars actually, and it's a long story I ain't telling," Hidan sighed and rested his head on his hand and looking up at her. God damn, what was it with women?

"Did they hurt?"

"Like a bitch! Damn, what a stupid question!" Hidan snapped, this time it was his sister in laws turn to roll her eyes.

"Whatever, who cares," Amani sighed, "anyway, I thought I'd say something to you now before you leave. If any harm comes to my sister, worse harm will come to you."

"Who the hell are you to threaten me?" He asked, the gaw of this woman, he couldn't believe it!

"My sister's had a hard life, don't you make it any harder," she muttered, a hard, angry look set on her features. Hidan was about to tell her to shut her trap and fuck off when she produced a sprig of some kind of plant from a pocket in her long, flowing skirt and handed it to him. Immediately Hidan recognized it as opium, like the monk at the temple had lit all those months ago.

Hidan turned the leaf over in his fingers, he thought for a moment about how remarkable calm the camp had been since they'd arrived. If anyone moved at all over there, he didn't hear or see them. The way Amira had made it sounds, her family violently hated her, why had they allowed her so be so near them?  
"You doped them all up?" Hidan questioned, looking up at her once again. A weird smile crept onto her lips. Hidan chucked a little, rolling the stem and it's leaves into his fingers.

"My dad don't know his head from his ass, you both got lucky because I thought he was going to kill her, all jokes aside," she explained, taking the plant back from him and pocketing it again.

"You'll be happy to know that the both of us can't die. Immortal, understand?" Hidan had probably said too much. Their immortality wasn't really a secret, but he probably shouldnt be blabbing about it either. He watched Amani's eyes light up and her hands fist nervously together, her fingers intertwining and twisting to move together. She didn't believe him.

"Whatever you say," she muttered.

xXx

Hidan rode out five days later, begrudgingly leaving his home and his animals to people he could have trusted as far as he could have thrown them. He was glad it was only for a little while, he'd reach the leaf village in about a weeks time, and after meeting with Amira, he'd have one more addition to his little family.  
He traveled pretty light, using a scroll to carry his things. He rode a lighter boned horse too, a tall black horse also borrowed from Amani, with a saddle this time. He made a mental note to procure one of these for his own horses, it made riding much more enjoyable. He thought Amira might like one for her birthday or something, and it'd benefit him too.

Despite the pleasant ride, Hidan had about enough of the horse. This cantankerous, slow old bastard that tried to turn around and bite him about even ten steps. The silver haired man had taken to carrying a stick to whop the horse each time he bared his teeth.

That wasn't to mention the shear amount of miles he'd rode, the bug bites he'd acquired, the dropping tempature the further north he traveled, or the number of times he'd gotten lost. This was not exactly turning out to be the best trip he'd ever taken, certainly no vacation, this kid had better be worth it. At this rate he'd be a week late.

xXx

Sneaking into the lead village had to be done stealthy, and that was certainly not Hidan's style. He begrudgingly made a henge, transforming himself into a less desirable man with eyes not near as beautiful or hair not quite as unique a color. He was not the best at claiming his chakra signature, but he was able to, and he supposed that was good enough. He'd be here for about ten minutes, walk in, talk to Amira and leave.

The leaf village was covered in a thin blanket of snow, covering a layer of ice. As he guided his horse right under the noses of other ninja, he wished he'd narrowed a coat instead of the cranky equid from his sister in law. He could see his breathe and the streets hadn't yet been cleared of snow, but it was late in the afternoon, so he surmised the snow wouldnt be going anywhere except on the bottoms of the villagers shoes.

The Nara household wasn't hard to find, all he had to do was fallow a couple of kids with a symbol he recognized as the clan crest on their shirts. He'd resolved to to get off of his horse and walk, though it didn't help the angry horse's mood any. He avoided dogs and getting bitten best he could as he wandered though the compound until he spotted the horse his wife had rode in on in a side yard. He went to the houses door and knocked, meet by an older boy.  
"Is Amira here?" He asked, watching the boys unwavering bored expression.

"Who 'er you?" The boy drawled boredly.

"I'm her, hu-" Hidan stopped himself short before he said husband, sighing in defeat, "I'm her friend."

The boy cocked an eyebrow and left for a moment and Amira appeared minutes later in his place. She held a dish rag in her left hand and a pair of rubber gloves in the other. Her pretty long hair had been braided and then twisted into a bun on top of her head. Even with soap on her arms and grease on her face he thought she was pretty.

"Can I help you?" She asked, brushing her shirt off, pretty pink eyes never leaving his now brown ones. Hidan cleared his throat.

"Yes um, if you'd come outside for just a second," he asked, and he watched his wife's eyes widen with recognition.

"Your late," she murmured, joining him outside. She wrapped him in a hug, smearing whatever was on her hands onto his cloths, but he didn't care, returning her embrace.

"Blame your sister's stupid ass horse," he felt her sigh, refusing to let go. He rubbed her back gently and patted her a little, sitting his chin on the top of her head.

"Tonight then?" She asked into his chest, and he nodded.

"There's a boy and a girl, should I just stick to the plan?" She asked in a whisper, afraid Shikadai, the oldest Nara child would hear her.

"Yeah, if you can loose him do it, we don't need any hitch hikers," Hidan responded.

"Oh, she's just perfect, her name is Shikakai, it's a play on her brother's name, though, she mostly just goes by Kai. She's so energetic, but she's very stubborn, she'll fit right in," Amira pulled away finally only to smile at her.

"Fit in where?" He thought to ask, and his wife's face fell.

"We're keeping her right? You didn't think I was going to let you kill her did you?"

"No, no, uh, I wasn't gonna kill her, we'll talk about it later. Eight o clock okay?" He gaped, reaching for words. He hadn't really given much thought to what he was going to do with the brat actually. Unceremoniously shoving his wife away, he got back on his horse and rode out of town, lying in wait until night.

xXx

Hidan might have dozed off there for a minute, he realized, because from where he sat perched on a hill over looking the land, he could clearly see the Nara household up in flames though the clouded night sky. He swore and got up, tearing the rope from the tree that he'd tied his horse too and vaulted back up in to the saddle, blasted him in the sides, and they ran kicking and screaming down the hill they were perched on and though the forest, spilling out into the main road.

He raced into the gates, blowing past people wandering and running to aid the prominent clan, though he looked to find only his wife. He spotted her ahead, charging right for him. Jerking his horse around, he made his escape with Amira on his tail. He looked back for a second, taking in her scorched face and the unconscious girl laying in her arms, propped up on the horse and his wife's torso best she could.

He wasn't sure how long or how far these horses could sprint. They were more for show, Amani and a team of four matching black horses to pull her wagon, two more horses were necessary because light horses used for riding didn't have the same power the drafts the majority of people used, but when the village was finally out of sight, Amira crused up next to him, took ahold of the reins and stopped both of the horses.

The poor beasts were sweating just as hard as the people riding them. Though the girl was still unconscious, Hidan's nerves were still set on edge. He wasn't sure how long she'd stay out or how long it would be until someone came after them,

"Why are we stopping?" Hidan asked, watching his wife adjust the child in her arms. Amira didn't answer, too nervous and too scared to speak, but after switching her reins to one hand, she moved her horse into a fast, bumpy, ground covering trot. Hidan mocked her, supposing his wife had just saved the kidnapped child from falling. She'd do it several more times before day break.

Hidan's mind raced. He hadn't really thought it though this far, and he asked himself what sort of idiot would do something like this? Oh, right.  
He couldn't teleport them or pick them both up and carry them to the destination via the trees, he'd have to abandon Amani's horses, not to mention he didn't the strength or chakra for that. He thought about splitting up and taking the girl, meeting back home, to save Amira some of the trouble of dealing with the repercussions, but he couldn't do that either, they'd be looking for Amira and she was essentially defenseless.

Well fuck, what the hell was he supposed to do now? He was low on chakra, this henge was eating up his reserves, which were low to begin with, but it was too dangerous to dispel it. The next time they stopped to catch there breathes and dry the freezing sweat off of the horses, he taught Amira the henge jutsu and she transformed too, using the energy he'd given her weeks before.

The sun crested over the sky before they figured out they'd been running in the wrong direction and turned around. Hours later at noon, Amira finally put a stop to the journey. The first thing she did was jump off of her horse, dispel the henge and throw up. Nerves, Hidan supposed, dismounting too and pulling the sleeping girl off of the horse, he laid her down gently in a dry place under an evergreen tree and tied the horses, using them as a wind block. Hidan sat down, leaning on the tree with the girl to his left.

Amira was over shortly, using her sleeve to dry the saliva from her mouth. She sat down too, next to her husband, sighing and putting her head in her hands. What had she just done? Taken another persons child? Oh, God, even after she'd gone though all the pain, all the heart ache, how could she live with herself after doing that to another woman?

"Mama?"

The couples heads whipped around, looking beside Hidan to where the girl was waking up.

"Kai, it's Amira, wake up," his wife said, coughing a bit and putting a hand over her mouth.

"Amira? Where are we?" The girl murmured, sitting up to look around, quite surprised with the man seated between her and who she thought to be her servant.

"We're in the woods. Uh," Amira stuttered, lost for a lie. She needed to come up with something good and quick.

"We're headed to a safe point, we're gonna meet your parents there," Hidan finished, shooting Amira a look. The silver haired woman looked stricken.

"Oh," Kai said, thinking on what was just said, "oh, that's right! The house burnt down! Do you think it was enemy ninja?"

"Most defiantly," Hidan confirmed.

"So, we're headed south? Oh, wait, I know where we are, we're going to see my uncles in wind country aren't we?" Kai exclaimed, excited to see family though her house was gone and her family was nowhere in sight, "wait, who are you?"

"Uh, hi," Hidan started, but stopped himself short of blowing it a second time, "Hiro. I'm uh, I'm married to Amira."

Kai seemed to believe it. At ten, she was impressionable, but she was also a ninja in training. After elaborating the lie further and explaining why they had to take a low profile on horse back, the trio set off once again, headed in the correct direction. They'd have to find food soon, and a safer, warmer place to sleep, but Hidan supposed he could push the girls to ride though another night.

"Amira my arm hurts, I think I burned it or something," the child offered her arm to the woman who looked it over.

"It looks fine," Amira smiled after examining it and feeling around gently.

"But it hurts!" Kai complained and the adults exchanged glances.

"Looks fine to me too," Hidan remarked, scratching his head but the girl became frustrated with that answer too.

"It hurts!" She screeched and again the adults exchanged glances. What had they gotten themselves into?

xXx

Standing in the ruins of his home, Shikamaru was at a loss. Temari and Shikadai were with his mother, but his beloved daughter was nowhere to be found. It was times like these he wished he hadn't lost his father in the war. Naruto was on his way to make a report, insisting on launching a full scale investigation, saying it was the least he could do for his advisor. Hinata had been much more helpful, consoling him until she had to leave finally to put her own children to bed. Choji and Ino arrived during the fire and remained still. Choji had used his expansion jutsu to help sort though the rubble while Ino canvassed the area for clues.

"You said nothing out of the ordinary happened?" Ino asked, probably for the third time that night. "Your sure it wasn't an accident?"

"It couldn't have been, everyone was in my sight except for- oh," Shikamaru gasped. How could he have been so stupid?

"What?"

"The maid, Temari felt bad for her so we hired a new maid. She looked just like.." The clan leader trailed off. She looked just like his greatest enemy, why had he not seen it before? It's been almost twenty years, but finally that raving lunatic had come back for revenge.

xXx

Days upon days were spent on horse back with hardly any time to sleep. Sometimes Amira rode on the back of Hidan's horse, clutching his middle for dear life until she fell asleep. Sometimes it was Kai behind him, leaning back to back as she dozed off, sometimes both girls allowed themselves to rest their eyes as Hidan lead the horse, but currently it was Amira, and he knew she wasn't asleep.

The kid had taken up complaining, and she hadn't shut up about how bored she was, how tired, hungry, sick, 'done', what have it, and how big of a 'drag' it was, whatever that meant.

"Oh my fucking God! Shut up!" Hidan finally shouted, causing not only Amira to jerk her head up but the horses too.

"I swear, when my mom finds out you yelled at me, my mom is gonna fire you Amira," the girl huffed, folding her arms. Hidan snorted, took her reins away from her and ponied the other horse along with his.

"Start bitching again and see where it gets you," the silver haired man growled, shooting her a deadly look. The girl crossed her arms and 'humph'ed. Finally the road was quiet enough for Amira to close her eyes again and try once more for a nap, or so she thought.

"I'll say whatever I want to thanks very much," Kai retorted, causing both adults to groan.

xXx

Hidan thought for sure he'd pass out any time now, his henge threaten to dispel any moment and the bags under his eyes darkened seemingly with every step. They'd run the horses ragged, until finally the nag Hidan sat on stopped dead in the middle of a full run, dumping the ex-Jashinist off into a patch of brown grass. He was so tired and cranky, he wanted to just put the thing out of its misery, but Amira refused, sending him off into the woods to kill something to eat. Sparse meals and an hours rest was doing none of them well.

When Hidan returned with an arm full of pheasants he'd killed with a throwing knife, finding Kai next to the fire and Amira using the saddle blankets to rub the horses dry.

"Amira! I'm hungry and your stupid friend is rude and creepy and I'm tired and I want to go home!" Kai complained, nearly shouting.  
"Pipe down," Hidan growled, "your gonna give us away."

"No! I want to go home! I want to give us away! Why can't we just attack who's ever after me head on? That's how my mom does things!" The girl was shouting this time. Hidan put his head in his hands.

"Uh, Kai, sweety, um, we're almost there," Amira looked pained as she crouched down to the girls level, trying to console her. Some things were said that Hidan couldn't hear and the clearing was quiet. Amira came to him then, wrapping her arms around him and choking back tears. She didn't care if she smeared animal blood all over her already ruined cloths or not.

"Come on, buck up," Hidan muttered, and she shook her head, agreeing. Pulling away from him, she took the birds and he helped her gut them. After she used a stick to skewer the better cuts of meat. It was bland without the usual spice, and for the first time in his entire life, Hidan missed the nasty shit.  
Something about pheasants made them smell horrible, absolutely vial right after they were killed, and sitting near a pile of guts with a whining child was almost enough to send him over the edge. For the first time in a long time, Hidan felt dirty. He hadn't had a bath or shaved and the road was unforgiving. He supposed today was Friday, if they could last two more days they'd be home free, there was one good thing.

Looking over he studied his wife. Her eyes looked sunken in and her hair looked dull. Her features still dirty with soot, though any burn marks had disappeared. Her eyes drifted shut every so often, but she'd always open them again, watching Kai who'd curled up to sleep next to her.

"Hidan, I'm so tired," Amira murmured, "this is so exhausting, she's exhausting."

"I know," he sighed, looking them both over now.

"I can't believe I'm saying this," Amira paused in the middle of her sentence to yawn, "I can't believe I'm saying this, and I'm sorry, but, can't we give her back?"

"I don't know," her husband muttered, "I honestly have no idea."

"I'm so glad I never had kids oh my god," she sighed, "I spent my whole life after something so horrible, no wonder Amani and Amir.." she trailed off. Her siblings had no children, and Amira was beginning to understand why. She doubted that it was because of her age, this was an older child, she couldn't imagine having to take care of a baby. It was true Amani and Amir would probably have children later on in life, but Amira decided she was finished, glad the fixation had ended with Jashinisum, and she was sure her husband felt the same.

xXx

Monday arrived for the trio as they arrived at home. The main fire in camp was but embers in the midnight moon and the others remained asleep as Amira returned her sisters horses to her hitch and embraced her own. The dog was overjoyed, yapping happily and jumping up on her masters. Both ex-jashinists nearly collapsed around their cold fire, neither of them possessing enough energy to get some firewood. Kai, who had more energy than the sun it seemed, had walked off to play with the dog.

"Want me to make something to eat?" Amira asked, but Hidan shook his head. His stomach was too sick to eat.

"Come on, let's go to sleep," she urged, but he again shook his head.

"I gotta stay up a while longer, just to make sure we're okay. Take the girl inside so I can dispel this henge," he muttered, and smirk was too tired to argue. Of course she wanted to stay up with her husband, but she knew better. Amira called the girl from the field and invited her inside to sleep, which the over tired, cranky excuse for a child accepted. As soon as the field was quiet again Hidan let his henge dispel and he took a deep breathe. He had no chakra left in his reserves and he would be screwed if anyone attacked him. Reina, the dog, ran her head under his hand and he ran his palm down her fur, promising her silently he'd brush her and maybe give her a bath tomorrow, and he promised himself he'd get around to fixing that door sooner or later.

He nodded off a few times but his nerves always woke him though. The next time he became aware he was awake, he was watching Prince who was intern watching him as the first pink rays of sunlight crested over the horizon. The silver haired man thought to get his horses some food, so after slipping in and out of the wagon, he measured out a ration for each horse and fed them out of his hand one by man had never liked animals much, not until he stumbled upon ownership, and compared to the kid sleeping in his bed, he found he preferred them.

He mused that he had to get rid of Kai as velvet lips ghosted over his palm in search of grain. It wasn't like he could just drop her off back home. He'd have to blind fold her and drop her off somewhere, but even then she was a risk. Hidan resolved he'd probably have to kill the girl, and he didn't want to. Hidan couldn't run anymore and the anxiety of not knowing anything was keeping him awake. God, when had be last slept? A week? Five days ago?

Blood spilled onto his hands had never meant much, just another sacrifice,but this blood would forever stain them with failure and regret. Regret he'd taken her, regret he'd done this to himself and his wife, but he did not regret doing this to Shikamaru, that fucking asshole deserved every second of loosing his kid. He was about to loose her permanently.

Hidan gave his horses one last pet before he left them for his chair, bringing two pieces of firewood to start a fire with later when Amira woke up. He decided he'd eat breakfast then even if he wasn't hungry. He figured it was about nine in the morning when Amani ambled her way over with a jar in her hand.  
"She's in there?" His sister in law asked, motioning to the wagon.

"Yes, Amira is in there," Hidan replied. His sister in law smiled at him and sighed, handing him the jar.

"Amira said you liked ribs, I hope it doesn't matter if they're pickled," she grinned, "but I do have to warn you. I ran out of opium and my father is raving. I suspect he'll be over here trying to fight shortly."

Hidan looked up at her for the first time, and she saw just how much had gone out of him. It was no wonder to her that her sister was sleeping still now.  
"I don't really have time to argue with your father," he grunted.

" neither do I," she grinned and pulled some matches from her pocket. She lit the fire and found a pan lying around and resolved to heating the meat in the jar. He was eating with his fingers minutes later. Even though his stomach lurched and growled, he choked it down anyway.  
"I think I'm getting sick," he muttered, "what's wrong with this stuff? It's mushy."

"It ain't mushy," Amani huffed, "and you ain't sick, I think you were just born ornery is all. Ornery people have ornery guts."

Hidan rolled his eyes. It was the stress and he knew it. His sister in law walked around to the back of the wagon and let the horses loose to graze, and brought around another piece of fire wood. He watched her carry it one handed and throw it down into the fire, and just as the embers below it mushroom clouded into the sky, he felt something change. His head sudden,y ached and his joints hurt to move, reminding him of how it felt just before it rained.  
"What'd you just do?" Amani asked, turning around, but he hadn't moved.

"It wasn't me," he answered, standing up to pull his weapon out of the wagon. He sent his sister in law inside to retrieve his wife, but he didn't count on her screaming.

Amani left the wagon, Amira on her tail trying to calm her sister. Both women were freaking out, chattering incoherently until Hidan shouted for silence. The other people in the camp not far away had noticed the stirring now.

"Where did she come from?" Amani shouted, and Amira put her face in her hands.

"We don't have time to fuck around! Amira, go get the horses, we have to leave, now," the man ordered, and his wife left, running around the back of the wagon with two lengths of rope in hand to find her horses. She hadn't left his sight when she stopped dead in her tracks.  
Hidan knew exactly what she'd seen.

Amira doubled around and ran back, Hidan stepping up to defend her.

"Stay behind me, don't move for anything and don't listen to anything they say," her husband commanded, and she nodded. Amira called the dog, and held her there and Amani joined her. Moments later, three man and and a woman appeared.

The first man at the head of the group was Shikamaru, weapons at the ready and a paper Bomb between his fingers. The woman was his wife, Temari, Amira told him in a whisper but she had no idea who the other two were. One man was dressed in black and painted his face kabuki style and the other sported a leather jacket, a large white dog at his side.

"Where's my kid?" Shikamaru spat, and it was clear he was the one exerting the pressure over the area. Temari drew a large fan from her back, the man in black pulled a puppet from a summoning scroll and the last man formed a hand sign, the dog crouching at his side.

Hidan didn't answer, but he didn't have to. Kai emerged from the wagon, running into her mother's arms. The ex-jashinists let her go.

"Amira, run," Hidan commanded, knowing now he had no leverage against the enemy.

"She's not going anywhere," the man in black growled, and suddenly Amira was restrained by a red headed puppet with a cable coming from where it's stomach should have been.

Hidan thought it was fucking sick, using what used to be his former comrade against him. The coil constructed and Amira screamed, the poison dipped stinger coming dangerously close to her face. Week and outnumbered, Hidan knew he couldn't fight, and he knew he didn't have the power to aim his weapon, but he also knew he couldn't allow them to dismember him and his wife again.

"I didn't harm a hair on your daughters fucking head," Hidan cursed, "let her go."

"What? This your awfully wedded wife?" The puppeteer mocked. Hidan drew his weapon and threw it, missing purposely to cut the strings connecting Sasori to his manipulator. Of course the puppet crumpled to the ground, but it gave Hidan time to pull Amira from her captor. Amani made a break for it, and the ninja did not fallow, but as she left, Hidan realized they had another guest.

"Hold your fire!" Czar shouted, holding his hand to to attempt to cease the fight. He smiled and it grew wider as he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. He came to rest near his niece and nephew in law, unfolding the paper.

"You are from the leaf village, yes? Advisor to the Hokage? And you two," he motioned to the puppeteer and Temari, "are siblings to the Kazekage? I have a paper here that you'll need to see."

Shikamaru came foreword, taking the paper aggressively and attempting to make sense of the strange words.

"What is this? I can't read it," The clan leader asked, seemingly calmer.

"This is an agreement that my people hold here in the land of wind. I'm sure the siblings of the Kazekage will be able to verify it. The land of wind promised safety for us nomads, and the agreement promises that breaks in the law beallowed and dealt with by our own family leaders. As you can see Amira and her husband are listed under my family."

Shikamaru looked at the page in disbelief and then back at his wife. Temari came foreword and took the paper, evaluating it herself. She found Amira's name crossed out and added back on along with Hidan's, the ink still partially wet.

"I can't believe this," she spat, "this is binding."

"What?" Her husband mocked, looking over the paper again.

"Yes, I believe your brother signed this into law about a year ago. Voiding it would result in voiding another treaty that collects taxes from the family leaders, which I understand are a large majority in this country?" Czar took his paper back, folding it neatly and pocketing it again, "but do not worry, I will pushing them accordingly."

"Are you seriously telling me we can't do anything about this?" The man with the dog barked, outraged. Temari's brother looked dumbfound.  
"As I said before, I will punish them accordingly," Czar smiled, turning to his niece and nephew, "I hereby banish you both from reconnecting with our family at this site any longer. You will have until dark to gather your things."

The bickering continued for a while longer until they finally reached a fever pitch. Unless they wanted to collapse the economy and bankrupt the government, the parents could do nothing. It was a draw. The rescue party prepared to leave, but Shikamaru had a few parting words for the silver haired man.  
"You think you've won, you arrogant bastard, but you haven't. The fucking minute you step out of wind country, your mine," the father growled, wanting so badly to slap the arrogant smirk off of his adversaries face, but he knew he couldn't touch him. The clan leader turned around, putting an arm around his daughter as he guided her away. They disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

Hidan turned, grabbed his wife and hugged her tightly, he held her to his chest and picked her up, swinging her around a hundred and sixty degrees until his knees threatened to give out and he had to put her down. He wasn't strong enough to squeeze her as hard as he wanted, he wanted to crush her to his being and never let her go. Amira laughed, hugging him just as tight and seemingly dancing on her bare feet. They'd gotten away with it, and gotten rid of the burden.

"I love you," she gushed, showering him with kisses. Her laughter carried on, her hands gripping his shirt tightly as she buried her face in his chest.

"I love you too," Hidan returned, without hesitation. This woman was his and he wanted her to know it.

"That's all well and fine, but I really must banish you both to keep my end of the contract," Czar sighed, his polite conman smilie gone, but slowly a smirk took its place, "down over that hill should be fine. I can't see that far."

"Uncle, thank you so much, I cannot believe how much you have done for me, I-" amira spoke before her uncle cut her off by raising a hand. He'd watched her grow into a woman, and be watched her become strong. No matter what tradition mandated, Czar could never think of her as nothing. Amira was off, her skinny legs carrying her over rolling hills to retrieve her horses. It wasn't like she could pull the wagon a hundred feet down a hill could she?

"She's a hard worker. You've done well for each other, better than I than I thought," the older man scoffed, "she did well in your religion?"

Hidan shook his head. "No, neither did I."

"If god could speak, she's the mouth piece," Czar chuckled, and turned around to walk away. He didn't know how right he was.

xXx

That afternoon was the last time Amira would see either of her siblings for a long time. The pair had decided to leave, go west and find a place of their own to camp. Amir had brought his sister a cup of wine, for her strength he smiled, and her sister had brought an old scraggly ewe, asking them to take her as a parting gift. Amira had at first refused, but Amani expressed this sheep had been her favorite once, and that her condition would have her headed to slaughter.  
"Fine," she sighed, taking the rope and tugging the sickly looking thing along by its neck. Amira hugged them both and climbed up into the drivers seat, Hidan already passed out inside.

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Long time no update? yeahh haha, sorry about that! So next chapter will be our last, and I have a few reflections on this story I'd like everyone to see.

**NEVER date or marry a man/woman like hidan. This story is about a man who changed and the woman who was forced to endure it. She stayed by his side because she loved him, when he did not love her. He beat, hurt, abused her mentally and physically, and that is not okay. do not try and endure abuse, get out as fast as you can and do not look back.**

**_Most people like Hidan never change._**

**Treasure your ladies/dudes/ significant other, but know when enough is enough.**


	18. Chapter 18: final

Hidan found himself awake around twelve thirty in the morning. His wife was talking to her horses, telling them how much she loved them and how proud she was of them, especially in the last year. After judging himself well enough to get out of bed, he joined her outside, carrying a jar of apples for a snack.

Amira already had a fire started, just a small fire to keep her warm while she calmed down and got ready for bed. She had a single chair out, so he took a seat, watching as she walked around from the back of the wagon to see him sitting there and jump a little.

"Oh, your awake," she grinned, going to get another chair, but he outstretched his arms and invited her to sit on his lap. She obliged. They watched the ewe they'd gained a few hours earlier sway and heave, her head down low as if she was sad.

"I tried getting her to eat, she won't," Amira muttered.

"What should we do then?"

"I dunno, maybe you should get down to her level and talk to her?" Amira joked in all seriousness.

"Yeah, right after she kisses my ass," Hidan grinned. His wife turned to look at him, a strange glint in her eye. Having said that, Amira thought to take a look at the rear end of the ewe. Some slimy substance dropped from her, and Amira knew immediately what was wrong.

Quickly, she jumped up, and grabbed a pot. She set water on to boil, and as soon as it was remotely warm, she returned to the sickly sheep. Dipping her right hand into the water, she used her left to grip the ewe just below the hock, and stuck her hand up what appeared to be the business end of the sheep.

"What in the world are you doing woman?" Hidan exclaimed, getting up to stand near her and observe her.

"Shit, uh, get me a old blanket or something, hurry," she muttered, and no longer had he gone did it take to turn around a leg and pull a stuck lamb from inside the mother. Hidan's mouth fell open.

"I think she's got twins," Amira muttered, washing her hands off in the water just to stick her hand back into the ewe. Coming closer, he realized the lamb on the ground wasn't moving.

"What should I do with this one?" He asked, kneeling down.

"Rub it, in the middle of its ribs," she grunted, the ewe screaming and thrashing now, "stick your fingers in its nose, uh, blow down its throat."

Hidan had enough sense to pull the lamb out of the way to prevent it from being stepped on as he did like Amira instructed. He wasn't sure exactly what he was doing, but he had to do it quick. He parted the tiny thing's bile stained lips and gave it a breathe, and reaching up under it, he could feel no pulse. However, the baby was still warm, rather it be from its own body or its mother's it didn't matter, and as he pressed the lamb against his chest, he rubbed it vigorously to try to get lungs to take a breathe or a heart to beat on its own. He stared down at it, it's white fleece stained a greenish yellow color.

"Live damn it," he muttered, and shortly after he heard another wet popping sound.

Looking up, he watched his wife doing the same with a second, smaller lamb. She gave it a breathe and watched the creature jump to life, and nearly tossing it aside, she managed to catch yet another lamb, even smaller yet as it was born.

Whipping her head, smearing mucus, afterbirth and who knows what else onto her forehead. She stuck her hand back up the ewe, to do what he didn't know. Maybe she was checking for another, how that was possible he didn't know, but maybe she was also checking to make sure her insides were all in the right spots too. Drawing her hand out, she sighed and turned at him.

"You can stop, it's dead," she sighed, reaching her hands out to take the lamb from him, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to give you the one that dies."

"It's fine," he murmured, handing it over. He looked at the remaining two lambs, watching them struggle to stand and sway with their first view of the world. Amira lay the dead lamb down on the blanket and sighed yet again.

"He's so big... That was her whole problem. He was too big to birth. Triplets are so uncommon."

"Yeah," Hidan muttered, "want me to take it somewhere and uh, leave it?"

"Yeah, in the morning," Amira returned, and the clearing was solemn or a moment, that was, until the unthinkable happened and the dead lamb gave a great heave. Mucus spat out of his nose and some kind of liquid dripped out of his mouth, and thinking quick, Amira took the now cold water and threw it over the lamb who gave another jolt. It's tiny eyes that had been spread wide, blinked and his wobbly legs scrambled for ground filed by breath he'd taken into his lungs by himself. It was Amira's turn for her jaw to go slack.

"Oh my lord," she gasped, picking up the blanket to begin drying him off, "Hidan, he's alive," she gaped, "you saved him."

A grin set on the man's face, a small grin that spread wider as the warmth from his restored pride filled his chest. That's right, he saved him. The sadistic monster, Hidan, the ex-Jashinist, deserter, tourturer of souls, had saved the life of an innocent creature. The lion and the lamb.

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One hundred years later

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The door to the vet clinic swung open, a sticky skinny woman that might remind someone of a chicken hawk waltzed though the door carrying a little lap dog, sporting a tiny gash on its muzzle. The clinic was nearing closing time, the waiting room empty, the sole inhabitant was the receptionist.

"Excuse me," the woman screeched, walking straight up to the counter and setting her dog down, "my poor, poor little dear is injured!"

The man sitting behind the counter, his feet up on his desk, looked over his paper, sighed and slammed it down.

"Amira!" He shouted, running his fingers though his silver hair, amethyst eyes glowering in annoyance. He got up, shut off his computer and started on a pot of coffee, pouring another cup for his wife as she emerged from the back examination room, hand on the back of another pet owner, toting a baby goat.

"Okay, so, remember to keep him on that colostrum, he's real little and he's gonna need it. Mama goat is still making it, so just milk it outta her and he'll be fine," the silver haired woman smilies, her T-shirt covered in the spoils of the day. She'd seen ten dogs, four cats, three rabbits, a horse, a hog and a lizard, but she still wasn't finished.

"I don't have any idea why the mother rejected him," the goat farmer sighed, pulling out a wad of cash from her pocket, "thanks though."

Amira waved good bye to one patient and waved in another with a grin, looking very friendly as she ushered the woman in, taking the tiny dog from her. They weren't ten minutes, the woman leaving with a bill, the dog patched up with some ointment and a bandage.

"Last one," Amira grinned, going to lock the door, but before she could touch the lock, the handle moved, a young but haggered farmer gently pushing the door opened.

"Excuse me, I know y'all are closed up," he muttered, taking off a dirty ball cap and being careful to keep his muddy boots on the rug, "but I got a heifer in my trailer, she needs help real bad."

Before the last words were out of his mouth, the silver haired woman was moving, dashing to a cabinet where she pulled a large bag. She fiddled around with it a moment before moving outside. When Hidan and the farmer joined her, she was already in the trailer with the cow, evaluating.

The farmer had left his truck running, a true sign of an emergency, these old country beaters didn't run entirely on hope. Coming closer, Hidan could see though the slats of the stock trailer as his wife worked on the cow, a Black Angus probably. The heifers mouth hung open and her sides heaved, each breathe was a labor to take. She was wider than a heifer her age should be, and she wasn't pregnant. She was down and unable to get up, her head rolled to the side as if she'd given up.

"What's wrong with her?" Hisan asked hesitantly, knowing she didn't like to be bothered when she was working, climbing into the trailer too to aid his wife.

"Real bad case of bloat," she said patting the cows stomach. A hallow sound reverberated though it's abdomen, "that's air stuck, I don't know what's causing it, but I think it's pneumonia, it's so bad that she can't respirate."

After pulling her stethoscope from around her neck, she pressed it to the cows lungs just to be sure. The woman groaned, fishing an IV from the bag and a tube of antibiotics. She rigged it up to drip using the side of the stock trailer and a piece of bailing twine. The next thing she pulled out of the bag had Hidan getting the hell out of dodge. A trocar is a plastic piece with a sharp end, used to poke a hole in the cows side to let some of the air out by force, which needed to be done if this heifer was going to live. Amira stuck the trocar and moved away, the resulting gas coming from the stomach wasn't something a person wanted to be near. The heifer had some immediate relief, but not much. Sometimes, even as a vet there was only so much that could be done.

"Leave that in there, it'll let some more gas out," Amira instructed, disappearing for a moment before bringing out a bottle of pills and a bill from inside the clinic, "your gonna give her two of these orally until they're gone, it's antibiotic for the pneumonia."

"Is she gonna live?" The farmer asked, taking a peek worriedly into the trailer.

"I think so. If not, no charge," she replied, crossing her arms. Id been a long day and she was ready to go in. They shook hands and the farmer headed off, pulling his trailer and cow along with him.

"How about that coffee?" Amira asked, whipping her stained hands on her pants. Her husband rolled his eyes and they headed in together, locking the door and flipping the open sign to close.

The pair lived in the back of their practice, the building sectioned in two. The back window to the kitchen over looking a big red barn and a field full of animals. They kept three painted horses, all broke to ride and pull a cart, around twenty sheep give or take and a cow, all well taken care of on a permanent residence. Amira changed her cloths as Hidan sat down, turning his attention to the television. When she returned she finished making the coffee, pouring new since the old had gotten cold.

She'd just sat down when a knock at the door forced her back up.

"I'm sorry, this is not an after hours clinic," she shouted, unlocking and opening the door. Hidan was still engrossed in his show, to brain dead to pay attention after such a long day.

"Hey, idiot, where are your manners?" A familiar voice asked, a large hand smacking him on the back of the head and efficiently pulling him out of it.

"Kakuzu! Where the hell have you been?" He looked up at the tan skinned man, grinning sort of stupidly, "damn, you gotta come around more, once every fifty years ain't doing it."

"I just wanted to see whatever became of that loan I gave you two," the masked man answered. His outfit hadn't changed over the last century, but height had his personality, he still wore an emerald green scarf around his neck and long sleeves even though it was summer. A brown and white collie dog bounded from the bed room, attracting the stitch mans attention.

"This isn't the same dog is it?" He asked as the spotted hound jumped up on his, licking his hands and wagging her tail, bi-colored eyes looking over joyed to see him.

"Oh no," the silver haired woman laughed, "but this is one of her puppies', puppies', puppies, uh, like, nine generations descended, so far we've named them all the same," Amira grinned, "all those sheep are from a few we got from my sister forever and a day ago too."

"I could have swore you said a hundred times you didn't want to settle down," Kakuzu noted, pushing the dog off him and watching as more pets emerged from the wood work. Two cats, a tank full of fish, and he could have swore he'd heard a cow moo outside.

"Well we sort of had to settle down, the wagon thing wasn't exactly sustainable after they invented cars, but we took the whole wagon apart and used the pieces to build this house, I mean, we needed a ton more wood than that, but, this vet thing" she babbled until Hidan cut her off.

"Hey stitch ass, you need a hearing aid or something? You ain't even listening to her!" Hidan bellowed, grabbing the older man's attention. Quick to defend her yet again.

As the men bickered back and fourth, very suddenly Amira found her life in perspective. Her family was here, she had a wonderful job now, a perfect home, a husband that loved her, and she wouldnt have it any other way.

"I don't need a hearing aid any more than you need a muzzle," Kakuzu growled. The silver haired man grinned. His old partner hadn't changed. The silver haired man mused just how long things were going to be this way. Things changed a lot, especially over a hundred years, especially when your lifetime is unlimited. He sighed, watching his wife coming to interact with his friend, sipping his coffee leisurely, his dog at his feet. He let his eyes drift to a painting over his mantle, old and yellowed with time. Two horses, one large, one small stood with pinned ears and angry looks, four sheep posed together jumbled in a confused looking bunch and a dog, smiling a happy dog smile sat obediently on the right of two people standing in the center of the whole bunch, smiling wide, in love with each other. Love that would span forever.

Hidan grinned. Yes, it would last forever.


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