100 Themes
Well, I actually started this around the 12th or so, but I thought, 'What the heck? Let's post it here!!!'
It's one of those 100 Themes writing things where there is a theme (No, really??) and you just write! It's really fun and a great way to pass the time. :)
Basically, no surprise, mine is ALL about Kakuzu and Hidan. <3 I seriously CANNOT get away from these two. Love 'em too much! I'm actually gonna try to get some time in to draw and post some pics, and I've OBVIOUSLY done a bad job of that, now haven't I? ;)
Sooo, here are the first 4 themes!
1. Introduction
Cold. Merciless. Calculating. Greedy. That was my first impression of him.
Cold; the fact that he didn’t even bother introducing himself was a given. He looked at me like he had seen 100 other that were just the same. No interest whatsoever. Merciless; his dual-colored eyes held no emotion in them. I couldn’t even tell what the hell he was thinking! He obviously didn’t want me there, that’s for sure. I had heard a lot about this guy - he’s practically the only reason I bothered coming to this piece of shit organization. I know he’s immortal, so he would be a perfect person to stand by in my path to spread to word of Jashin-sama. Calculating; he gave me a quick once-over, eyeing all of my features like he was grading some stupid piece of art, and then walked away. I turned my attention to the Leader of this organization, throwing him a questioning look. He only motioned for me to follow him, and I did. I nearly lost him in the winding corridors, he didn’t even give me a chance to catch up! The bastard…
I finally saw him walk into a room, leaving the door open (I’m assuming for me to follow). I looked around briefly, noticing two small beds and one nightstand between them. One bed, closest to the window, had a neatly folded cloak on it. I walked over, eager to put on the cloak. A little long, but good enough.
Before I knew it, Kakuzu was standing next to me, making me jump a little. He was literally looking down at me expecting something.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“We need to leave immediately.”
“What-- Why? I just fucking got here!! Can’t I at least look around or something? Maybe relax a little?”
“We don’t have time for that. We need to go after a bounty. His head is worth 30 million ryo, and I’m not letting him get away.”
Ah, the most charming part of my partner. His greed. I can already tell he is obsessed with the material possession of money; if he wants to leave so badly, then he has an thing for it. I try to tell him that his money won’t last, but he just tells me that money is the only thing you can depend on, and to shut up. It’s as clear as glass that all he wants to do is go out and get his money. I’m assuming that’s all we will be doing on the road - going after bounties. At least I can get my sacrifices for Jashin-sama… However, killing people for money is almost too much of a price to pay; it‘s blasphemous. I always wonder if joining Akatsuki will really worth it in the long run.
I’m abruptly snapped of my thoughts by something hitting the side of my head; I already know who it was. I send a glare in his direction, only to find that he’s already out of our room and on his way out of the base. I quickly jog to catch up to him, following directly behind him like some loyal dog.
If I got a smack in the head for zoning out, than this was going to be a long partnership for the both of us.
2. Complicated
Hidan may be loud-mouthed, ignorant, and zealous, but he has to be the most convoluted and complicated man I shall ever meet. I can never tell exactly what he wants unless he tells me, but he will probably change his mind in a matter of minutes.
Like right now, he is on his bed, staring at the ceiling with a blank look. I know he’s bored, but I don’t know what he wants. There is a huge difference between his emotions or feelings and his wants or needs. I can easily determine if he’s upset, angered, or bitchy. His facial and bodily expressions show that. But I never know what he’s thinking, I never know if he wants me to do something about it, or if he is so deep in thought that he would rather have me not disturb him.
I am a man of control; I had this need to know what is happening, otherwise I become angry. The fact that I almost never know what Hidan wants drives me insane. I hate that power he has over me. I doubt he even knows he has this power in the first place. I feel like messing with him - fight complication with complication.
He turns his head toward me, his eyes half-closed with drowsiness and boredom. He raises an eyebrow, and I return the gesture.
“Wha’ d’you want?” His speech is slurred. Why he is tired or fatigued is beyond me - he has literally been laying on that bed all day.
“What do you want?
“Wha‘… What the fuck…? I just… What?” It’s amusing to watch him when he’s confused. He sits up, now leaning back on his elbows. He’s bewildered beyond belief, looking at me like I’ve gone crazy. He rubs his eyes and blinks a few times. “I just asked you that.”
“Yes.”
“But… You didn’t answer. Damn, I’m so confused…” He flops back on the bed, arms outstretched and eyes focused on the ceiling once again.
“I answered with a question. So really, you didn’t answer me.”
“Who the fuck answers a question with a question?” He lets out a breath, closing his eyes and trying to clear his head. ”You know what? Don’t even bother…”
I stand, walking over to his bed and stare down at him. He opens his eyes and our eyes stay connected for several minutes. I can honestly say I enjoy these moments; the silence between us where we aren’t arguing for once. We can be content with each other’s company without someone attempting a homicidal act. Finally, he moves his body to the left, his eyes never leaving mine. I am still unsure of what to do, but something in my mind tells me to lay down beside him, and I do. I am acting totally on instinct. I can feel his head rest on my shoulder.
“I want you to stay.”
I don’t think I need him to tell me what he wants anymore.
3. Making History
Once you had reached the appropriate age, the priests of the Jashinist temple would begin the traditional… “Practices”. I never knew what this really entails, only that if you were worthy of Jashin-sama, He would grant you His ultimate gift. Growing up, my peers and elders would tell me how it was a right of passage for the fellow devotees under Jashin-sama.
… Well, if conducting experiments involving lacerations, lesions and kinjutsu is a “blessing” from Jashin-sama, then this obviously isn’t quite the paradise I was expecting.
I yelled and screamed as the priests took me to the Jashinist temple, thrashing around and trying to cause as much chaotic hell as possible for them. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted this! They placed their hands over my mouth, I bit them. They bound my wrists with rope, I fought until I was free or bleeding. They held the sacrificial blade up against my throat, I walked silently, obeying and bowing to the higher power.
After removing my clothes, they dressed me in a pure white robe, now handing me the same blade that was used to threaten my life no more than 5 minutes ago. I looked up at the priests, their eyes hidden under the shadows of their hoods.
“It is time for your passage,” one said in a monotone voice. I swear, they had to be the most lifeless people I would ever know.
“Passage… I saw this shit coming a mile away.” Sighing, I took the blade with practiced motions. I had gone through the procedures for years; it was finally time for me to do it for real. This would also be the first time my blood would be involved.
The cool metal was pressed against my skin before I paused; I knew that no one had ever lived through this sacred ceremony. The priests would have devotees of Jashin-sama do this very same ritual, spilling their blood to show their physical devotion to their deity. The High Priest would send a prayer to Jashin-sama, place the kinjutsu on you, and finally impale you through your heart (Of course, I wasn’t supposed to know this, but I knew that loyal followers didn’t simply disappear after the priests took them away for the coming of age tradition). You had to prove your spiritual devotion by facing Jashin-sama yourself through death. If you were found worthy, you would awaken. This was where the “faithful” were proven otherwise.
You didn’t just receive the ultimate gift of Jashin-sama with a rosary and the book containing the holy Scriptures - you had to pray constantly and strenuously. To start, you would sacrifice animals as practice in His name, praying before and after each ritual. It wasn’t until you had perfected the techniques and had the gift from Jashin-sama that you could start sacrificing people. There was no shortcut or easy access; unconditional dedication and unconditional belief were the only ways to become a true Jashinist, a messenger of His word.
I let out a shuddering breath as the blade cut through my skin. Jashin-sama, this hurts like a bitch… I watched as the blood flowed down my arm and onto the floor. I was almost in a hypnotic state as my foot appeared to move on it’s own and draw the symbol of Jashin-sama. After completing the symbol, I sat down into the center, laying on my back, and closed my eyes. I could feel the adrenaline running through my veins and in my chest, the dull throbbing in my arm from where the blood was still pouring out slightly, and my breath quickening as the footsteps of the High Priest were coming closer. I gripped the small blade tighter in my hand, trying to prepare for what was about to come. He muttered the prayer to Jashin-sama, raising the pike over my chest. I wasn’t even breathing as he thrust the black metal into my chest, piercing through my heart.
I groaned as I awoke, the coppery smell of blood flooded through my nose… Wait, I was awake? I looked down and saw the black pike still standing vertically in my chest cavity. My skin represented a grim reaper-like form - my skin was black, with white streaks over where my bones would be. I spat remaining blood from my mouth, cursing under my breath.
“Shit, here we go,” I muttered while I grasped the pike. Counting to 3 in my head, I cried out as I yanked the irritating appendage out of my chest. Tossing the pike aside, I sat up and leaned back on my hands, looking around the room. Blood had congealed down my chest and encompassed my body.
“Jashin-sama,” one of the priests gasped, index finger shaking in my direction, ”He has passed… Jashin-sama is in him… We’ve made history…!”
I looked down at the slowly healing hole in my chest, my heart still not beating from the ritual that had made me an undying man. A smile rose to my features, replacing itself with a mad grin of elation. I could feel nothing but immense ecstasy toward my new gift from Jashin-sama. Looking up at the priests, I began laughing maniacally, throwing my head back in exhilaration.
I was immortal. The will and existence of Jashin-sama shall be known through the massacre and slaughter in His name.
4. Rivalry
Truth be told, I am jealous of him. I have always wanted to have the kind of immortality he has. I guess it’s because I am not too fond of what immortality I have been granted. Of course, I worked hard for my immortality, but maybe I want more, maybe I don’t want it at all.
Whenever I see him fight, how he uses his immortality to his advantage, I can’t help but to seethe in my mind of how much I crave for his type of everlasting life. It has its advantages and disadvantages, all immortality does, but he simply knows the inner-workings and loopholes of it so he can avoid casualties and predicaments that could mean trouble.
When we finish a battle, and he is standing out in the center of the battlefield covered in blood, I can't help but feel the yearning to drive my hand into his chest, pull his heart out, and watch him fall to the ground. The only reason holding me back is that I know he will stand right back up. It infuriates me to no end, but I am also thankful for that fact.
He twitches in his sleep slightly, moving around again to become more comfortable. I hold him closer to myself, sighing into his hair and shift my body around as well, trying to gather more warmth from the blankets. When I hold him like this, it makes me forget my jealousy, my envy, and my resent towards him. I can only ask for my immortality to last forever, like it promises. I can only hope that nothing suddenly breaks the assurance that eternal life guarantees.
So I do. I will hold him close, and be immortal with him forever.
Okay! That's it. :))))
Until Theme 5 (Unbreakable, which mind you will be VERY gorey, or at least as gorey as I can make it - it will be my first mega gorey fic!), I hope you like these so far!!! :D
It's one of those 100 Themes writing things where there is a theme (No, really??) and you just write! It's really fun and a great way to pass the time. :)
Basically, no surprise, mine is ALL about Kakuzu and Hidan. <3 I seriously CANNOT get away from these two. Love 'em too much! I'm actually gonna try to get some time in to draw and post some pics, and I've OBVIOUSLY done a bad job of that, now haven't I? ;)
Sooo, here are the first 4 themes!
1. Introduction
Cold. Merciless. Calculating. Greedy. That was my first impression of him.
Cold; the fact that he didn’t even bother introducing himself was a given. He looked at me like he had seen 100 other that were just the same. No interest whatsoever. Merciless; his dual-colored eyes held no emotion in them. I couldn’t even tell what the hell he was thinking! He obviously didn’t want me there, that’s for sure. I had heard a lot about this guy - he’s practically the only reason I bothered coming to this piece of shit organization. I know he’s immortal, so he would be a perfect person to stand by in my path to spread to word of Jashin-sama. Calculating; he gave me a quick once-over, eyeing all of my features like he was grading some stupid piece of art, and then walked away. I turned my attention to the Leader of this organization, throwing him a questioning look. He only motioned for me to follow him, and I did. I nearly lost him in the winding corridors, he didn’t even give me a chance to catch up! The bastard…
I finally saw him walk into a room, leaving the door open (I’m assuming for me to follow). I looked around briefly, noticing two small beds and one nightstand between them. One bed, closest to the window, had a neatly folded cloak on it. I walked over, eager to put on the cloak. A little long, but good enough.
Before I knew it, Kakuzu was standing next to me, making me jump a little. He was literally looking down at me expecting something.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“We need to leave immediately.”
“What-- Why? I just fucking got here!! Can’t I at least look around or something? Maybe relax a little?”
“We don’t have time for that. We need to go after a bounty. His head is worth 30 million ryo, and I’m not letting him get away.”
Ah, the most charming part of my partner. His greed. I can already tell he is obsessed with the material possession of money; if he wants to leave so badly, then he has an thing for it. I try to tell him that his money won’t last, but he just tells me that money is the only thing you can depend on, and to shut up. It’s as clear as glass that all he wants to do is go out and get his money. I’m assuming that’s all we will be doing on the road - going after bounties. At least I can get my sacrifices for Jashin-sama… However, killing people for money is almost too much of a price to pay; it‘s blasphemous. I always wonder if joining Akatsuki will really worth it in the long run.
I’m abruptly snapped of my thoughts by something hitting the side of my head; I already know who it was. I send a glare in his direction, only to find that he’s already out of our room and on his way out of the base. I quickly jog to catch up to him, following directly behind him like some loyal dog.
If I got a smack in the head for zoning out, than this was going to be a long partnership for the both of us.
2. Complicated
Hidan may be loud-mouthed, ignorant, and zealous, but he has to be the most convoluted and complicated man I shall ever meet. I can never tell exactly what he wants unless he tells me, but he will probably change his mind in a matter of minutes.
Like right now, he is on his bed, staring at the ceiling with a blank look. I know he’s bored, but I don’t know what he wants. There is a huge difference between his emotions or feelings and his wants or needs. I can easily determine if he’s upset, angered, or bitchy. His facial and bodily expressions show that. But I never know what he’s thinking, I never know if he wants me to do something about it, or if he is so deep in thought that he would rather have me not disturb him.
I am a man of control; I had this need to know what is happening, otherwise I become angry. The fact that I almost never know what Hidan wants drives me insane. I hate that power he has over me. I doubt he even knows he has this power in the first place. I feel like messing with him - fight complication with complication.
He turns his head toward me, his eyes half-closed with drowsiness and boredom. He raises an eyebrow, and I return the gesture.
“Wha’ d’you want?” His speech is slurred. Why he is tired or fatigued is beyond me - he has literally been laying on that bed all day.
“What do you want?
“Wha‘… What the fuck…? I just… What?” It’s amusing to watch him when he’s confused. He sits up, now leaning back on his elbows. He’s bewildered beyond belief, looking at me like I’ve gone crazy. He rubs his eyes and blinks a few times. “I just asked you that.”
“Yes.”
“But… You didn’t answer. Damn, I’m so confused…” He flops back on the bed, arms outstretched and eyes focused on the ceiling once again.
“I answered with a question. So really, you didn’t answer me.”
“Who the fuck answers a question with a question?” He lets out a breath, closing his eyes and trying to clear his head. ”You know what? Don’t even bother…”
I stand, walking over to his bed and stare down at him. He opens his eyes and our eyes stay connected for several minutes. I can honestly say I enjoy these moments; the silence between us where we aren’t arguing for once. We can be content with each other’s company without someone attempting a homicidal act. Finally, he moves his body to the left, his eyes never leaving mine. I am still unsure of what to do, but something in my mind tells me to lay down beside him, and I do. I am acting totally on instinct. I can feel his head rest on my shoulder.
“I want you to stay.”
I don’t think I need him to tell me what he wants anymore.
3. Making History
Once you had reached the appropriate age, the priests of the Jashinist temple would begin the traditional… “Practices”. I never knew what this really entails, only that if you were worthy of Jashin-sama, He would grant you His ultimate gift. Growing up, my peers and elders would tell me how it was a right of passage for the fellow devotees under Jashin-sama.
… Well, if conducting experiments involving lacerations, lesions and kinjutsu is a “blessing” from Jashin-sama, then this obviously isn’t quite the paradise I was expecting.
I yelled and screamed as the priests took me to the Jashinist temple, thrashing around and trying to cause as much chaotic hell as possible for them. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted this! They placed their hands over my mouth, I bit them. They bound my wrists with rope, I fought until I was free or bleeding. They held the sacrificial blade up against my throat, I walked silently, obeying and bowing to the higher power.
After removing my clothes, they dressed me in a pure white robe, now handing me the same blade that was used to threaten my life no more than 5 minutes ago. I looked up at the priests, their eyes hidden under the shadows of their hoods.
“It is time for your passage,” one said in a monotone voice. I swear, they had to be the most lifeless people I would ever know.
“Passage… I saw this shit coming a mile away.” Sighing, I took the blade with practiced motions. I had gone through the procedures for years; it was finally time for me to do it for real. This would also be the first time my blood would be involved.
The cool metal was pressed against my skin before I paused; I knew that no one had ever lived through this sacred ceremony. The priests would have devotees of Jashin-sama do this very same ritual, spilling their blood to show their physical devotion to their deity. The High Priest would send a prayer to Jashin-sama, place the kinjutsu on you, and finally impale you through your heart (Of course, I wasn’t supposed to know this, but I knew that loyal followers didn’t simply disappear after the priests took them away for the coming of age tradition). You had to prove your spiritual devotion by facing Jashin-sama yourself through death. If you were found worthy, you would awaken. This was where the “faithful” were proven otherwise.
You didn’t just receive the ultimate gift of Jashin-sama with a rosary and the book containing the holy Scriptures - you had to pray constantly and strenuously. To start, you would sacrifice animals as practice in His name, praying before and after each ritual. It wasn’t until you had perfected the techniques and had the gift from Jashin-sama that you could start sacrificing people. There was no shortcut or easy access; unconditional dedication and unconditional belief were the only ways to become a true Jashinist, a messenger of His word.
I let out a shuddering breath as the blade cut through my skin. Jashin-sama, this hurts like a bitch… I watched as the blood flowed down my arm and onto the floor. I was almost in a hypnotic state as my foot appeared to move on it’s own and draw the symbol of Jashin-sama. After completing the symbol, I sat down into the center, laying on my back, and closed my eyes. I could feel the adrenaline running through my veins and in my chest, the dull throbbing in my arm from where the blood was still pouring out slightly, and my breath quickening as the footsteps of the High Priest were coming closer. I gripped the small blade tighter in my hand, trying to prepare for what was about to come. He muttered the prayer to Jashin-sama, raising the pike over my chest. I wasn’t even breathing as he thrust the black metal into my chest, piercing through my heart.
I groaned as I awoke, the coppery smell of blood flooded through my nose… Wait, I was awake? I looked down and saw the black pike still standing vertically in my chest cavity. My skin represented a grim reaper-like form - my skin was black, with white streaks over where my bones would be. I spat remaining blood from my mouth, cursing under my breath.
“Shit, here we go,” I muttered while I grasped the pike. Counting to 3 in my head, I cried out as I yanked the irritating appendage out of my chest. Tossing the pike aside, I sat up and leaned back on my hands, looking around the room. Blood had congealed down my chest and encompassed my body.
“Jashin-sama,” one of the priests gasped, index finger shaking in my direction, ”He has passed… Jashin-sama is in him… We’ve made history…!”
I looked down at the slowly healing hole in my chest, my heart still not beating from the ritual that had made me an undying man. A smile rose to my features, replacing itself with a mad grin of elation. I could feel nothing but immense ecstasy toward my new gift from Jashin-sama. Looking up at the priests, I began laughing maniacally, throwing my head back in exhilaration.
I was immortal. The will and existence of Jashin-sama shall be known through the massacre and slaughter in His name.
4. Rivalry
Truth be told, I am jealous of him. I have always wanted to have the kind of immortality he has. I guess it’s because I am not too fond of what immortality I have been granted. Of course, I worked hard for my immortality, but maybe I want more, maybe I don’t want it at all.
Whenever I see him fight, how he uses his immortality to his advantage, I can’t help but to seethe in my mind of how much I crave for his type of everlasting life. It has its advantages and disadvantages, all immortality does, but he simply knows the inner-workings and loopholes of it so he can avoid casualties and predicaments that could mean trouble.
When we finish a battle, and he is standing out in the center of the battlefield covered in blood, I can't help but feel the yearning to drive my hand into his chest, pull his heart out, and watch him fall to the ground. The only reason holding me back is that I know he will stand right back up. It infuriates me to no end, but I am also thankful for that fact.
He twitches in his sleep slightly, moving around again to become more comfortable. I hold him closer to myself, sighing into his hair and shift my body around as well, trying to gather more warmth from the blankets. When I hold him like this, it makes me forget my jealousy, my envy, and my resent towards him. I can only ask for my immortality to last forever, like it promises. I can only hope that nothing suddenly breaks the assurance that eternal life guarantees.
So I do. I will hold him close, and be immortal with him forever.
Okay! That's it. :))))
Until Theme 5 (Unbreakable, which mind you will be VERY gorey, or at least as gorey as I can make it - it will be my first mega gorey fic!), I hope you like these so far!!! :D