The Key To So Many Doors (Hidan Story)

Chapter 26 (The End)

It's because of my clan, really. Or I guess, at least...that's where it started.

They never liked it. My abilities, I mean. Of course, that wasn't a problem to begin with. Actually, my life was fine at first; if anything, it was fucking perfect. I had my parents, my friends, I was training to be a ninja...it was all good and fucking how it should be. Compared to how others have it, you know? But, my clan aren't well known. It's hard to find them, actually, 'cos they're fucking stuck way out in the damn forest in the middle of fucking nowhere. Not that it mattered to me back then. All I cared about was my training, protecting the village, the clan, my family and friends...what did the outside world matter? I didn't need them. Neither did the clan-that's the view everyone took. Sometimes people ventured out now and again, so a few new developments came about here and there; though it took about ten years for us to catch up. They were pretty old fashioned back then-probably still are, when it comes down to it.

But, like all clans, they have a special talent. Theirs stems from the temple that's about a half hour's walk away; my ancestors must have set up there because of the temple, and after generations of living next to it, visiting it and giving gifts...some of it's power must have passed onto them. Or something like that, anyway. But the outcome of that is this jutsu. It requires this special power that descended from the temple, so only my clan can use it-and it allows them to talk to the spirits. It allows them to help in battle; they can summon them, only it's not just a case of one spirit with one set of abilities. Using their chakra, clan members can summon just about any type of spirit, or demon, or whatever and use it's abilities in battle. They can ask them for advice, for directions...they help in life.

Only mine wasn't quite like that.

I can do that jutsu without doing anything. I don't need handsigns, or summoning circles, or anything. It started off with when I was meditating. I'd be deep in the trance when I'd hear something, and opening my eyes they'd be there. And the more my ninja abilities developed, the less and less I needed to direct my chakra through something or order to see the spirits. They just appeared before me like normal people. It still happens now; generally I don't need them, so I ignore them. But I can talk to them if I want. Get their help. Summon them in battle. I just don't tend to use it much with all that happened. With what happened, I stopped liking the idea of being able to communicate with them. I can't remember the last time I did so.

At first I didn't think it was so strange. I thought some others could do it; they just hadn't mentioned it, that was all. No one even knew about it to begin with, until one time I was training with some others, and I couldn't get this one jutsu right. Then a spirit was walking by, and coming over it told me what to do; said I had to move my hands here, change my position and focus my chakra like this. So I tried it like they said...and it worked. I was really happy, and I talked back; I thanked them for helping me. At the start people thought I was fucking crazy-that I was talking to myself. But then it started happening more and more; now people knew about it, I didn't bother to hide it as much, and the clan realised I had to be connected to the spirits. That was proven when someone used the jutsu at the same time I was talking to one-they saw the spirit too.

There isn't just this world, of course. There's the place the spirits go once they die, although not all make it there. The way my clan's jutsu works is that it allows them to pass through the barrier that exists between these two worlds and therefore see and communicate with the spirits. Because the power they use comes from the temple, it lets them connect with the spirits and bend them to their will, even if they don't want it-though a lot do go along with it willingly. Gives them some excitement, you know? My clan can go back and forth when they use this jutsu. But once again...once again, I was different.

I was born astride the barrier. Half here...half there.

Then I started having visions as I got older, and no one liked that. The clan never liked it the moment I knew I had it. I pointed things out to them; said something would happen and it did. I woke up in the night and when my parents came to me I said things; drew pictures. All of it came true, whether within a few hours time or in days. Not many people in my clan receive my kind of power; my kind of abilities. From what I read in the history books they had in the library, to my ancestors it was a great gift, and those who had it were revered decades ago...but opinions changed. Now it's not seen as such a good fucking thing. Nothing I could do would fucking convince those bastards otherwise.

So I was different from the rest of the clan; everyone saw me as weird and weren't too pleased with me. Sure, I still played with the kids and stuff, but the moment I won or did something right, then they turned to me and were like 'oh but it doesn't count, you can see into the future; you knew what would happen' or 'you talked to the spirits they told you what to do'. Sooner or later I gave up; there was no point if I couldn't win; if sometimes they wouldn't even play with me. If a normal kid did something right they got praised for it-if it was me, then they simply told me 'that's nice' and brushed it off-even my own parents. It was why I loved being a ninja. I didn't need someone telling me if I did well when I was killing someone, after all.

Then I turned 16. Every kid in my clan has to go to the temple when they turn 16, and just like everyone else, so did I. If you're deemed worthy, you get given a necklace with the crest of the clan. So I went there-I was given the necklace. But at the same time, the priests handed me my athame daggers as well. They kept me up there for a couple of days and trained me in how to use them; told me a prophecy that I was to live forever. I thought at this point that things would be okay. That the clan would accept me and it would all be alright. But I was wrong. When I went back down I gave the scroll to the elders; they read the prophecy...and simply glared at me afterwards. Told me that I wasn't normal and that I had to leave the clan because I wasn't one of them. They called my parents over to the building and told them the situation...

And they agreed.

They took the necklace from me and destroyed it; I was no longer a clan member. And I just...I just lost it. I guess...after all that time...my anger had been building up, and I couldn't hold it anymore. I killed the elders; I killed my parents. They were the ones who created me, when it came down to it, it was their fault I was different! Then I just left; I couldn't stand to stay there any longer. Only I ended up in some shit town doing shit missions because I was too nervous that going anywhere else would get my abilities into the limelight and get people noticing them.

Now both of them fell into silence, Shima staring at the ground as all those memories ran through her head, Hidan staring at her sitting there, having had no idea that she'd been through all that. To begin with, he wasn't sure what to say, when Shima turned a little to look at him over her shoulder, saying softly,

"That was why I was aggressive to you, Hidan. You were asking questions about an ability that everyone had always been wary of and what most people had treated me like shit for my entire life, pushing me away for it. I guess most of me knew you saw it differently, but I still couldn't get rid of those doubts that I was different-and in a bad way-and that I couldn't do anything right. When the clan found out about my abilities...their opinions changed. I was worried that it would be the same with you. That once you saw it happen; you wouldn't be so interested anymore. That I wouldn't be special."

Shaking his head, Hidan laughed at Shima's words, now coming over to sit next to her on the bed, putting an arm around her as he responded with a smile,

"Are you fucking kidding me, Shima? You are special. Who else has an amazing body like yours and get it to have the same kinda images as a Jashinist?"

Raising an eyebrow at Hidan's attempt to cheer her up, Shima couldn't hold back a smile, knowing it had worked, though looked down to try and hide it. Not that it worked; Hidan lifted her face to his as he added,

"Okay. Those are just a couple; there's more, you know. And I got a thing for all of 'em."

From there he simply leant in and pressed his lips to hers, not even bothering to pause as he rammed his tongue inside her mouth. For the moment, she let him, moaning at the feeling and intertwining her tongue with his as she wrapped her arms around his neck, one of his going around her waist while the other worked itself up her shirt, massaging every bit of skin he came across. Shima responded by digging her nails into his neck and biting his lip until it bled, drawing out a long, low, moan from him before simply pushing her forward and onto the bed, attempting to rip off his cloak in the meantime.

This was definitely going to be special.