Out of the hole (rewritten)

Chapter two

A light priced his eyes, forcing him to snap them open. There was nothing but a blurry, burning white. "D-did lord-d Jashin hea-r my prayers a-and kill m-me?" His voice was as gentle as sand paper. Just as rotted as the rest of him. "Your god isn't real." A familiar, deep voice was his reply. He tried to find the source, but he couldn't put anything into place. "Ka-kuzu?" He hacked up.

The nondecapitated man lifted the head higher. Judging by the lack of response he got from Hidan, he could tell that the nerves on the top of his head had died. He must have went blind as well, his eyes were light. Too light, white with a tint of pink, not the unique, deep, rage-filled, bloody pink ones he had before. The whites of his eyes became yellow from him wasting, and red, due to the veins in his eyes spoiling, and spilling into unneeded land.

Hidan was attempting to breath, despite only being a head. The air whistling out his esophagus. It was a gross, vile noise. Each and every time the air leaked out the bottom of it, dirt, grime, pus, or blood would drip out of the squishy hole. Sometimes a mixture.

"Wh-what i-in the fuck to-o-ok you so long!?" He struggled out. Kakuzu chuckled, of course the moment Hidan knew it was him, he'd nag. "Could you be grateful for once in your life? Im starting to think I should have left you buried." He lied. He was excited to hear Hidans annoying and demanding voice again. He lowered the head down by his side once more. "How lo-long has it been?" He questioned. "3 months."

That sunk things deep in Kakuzus mind, three months. It was only a quarter of a year and Hidan had already decayed beyond recognition. To most, he was already past saving, but he knew how Hidans body healed him. He wondered how much longer it would have taken nature to fully reclaim him. He didn't know much about how Hidans immorality worked.

Would his body just keep him on the verge of being humanoid or just a rotted mass of flesh. Home to worms, maggots, and other bugs. Which parts were most important? His brain? Heart? He didn't know. Would he be lost forever if his brain was eaten away? Would he still be alive if he was a group of cells? At what point would he so consumed by earth so much that he was basically dead? Or is there a point where he would just die? How long would it GET to that point? How long would it take till the damage became permanent? Parts of him dead, his skin, muscles and bones too far gone to heal. What if he couldn't even get him then? What if he got there too late? Hidan being reduced to a pile of mush, unthinking, unfeeling, unshaped mush. He'd be lost forever. He'd never get Hidan back, only the metal pediment, of his stupid god, that hung loosely around his neck.

"We-ere you ab-abl-le to get m-my pediment? I-I-I need-d it." Hidans gravel like voice brought him back to reality. No need to stress about something that he prevented. He shouldn't worry over something that didn't happen. "I found it, unfortunately. I probably should of left it or better yet, I should put it in its rightful place in the trash." He respond quietly. "Sh-u-Ut up! L-lord Jas-shIN will smi-ite you whe-where you st-a-and!" Hidan attempted to yell, though it more came out as a weak, gargled, squeal that died down half way through. "The last thing I want to hear about right now, is your god! Anything else!"

"Where are we even going?" Hidan asked, a pout sat clearly on his grey face. It was the only clear thing really. "A small motel. We should get there close to sunset." Kakuzu stated. Hidan looked around. His eyes moved, revealing little holes, definitely not his pupils. Kakuzu cringed when the pits spun into his view.

"What time is it now?" His voice creaked out. "Sometime in the early afternoon." The sun had just barely began its journey into the east. Hidan whined, coming out more of a hollow attempt to make a wheeze. "I-I don't want to ju-j-just-t be a fuck-k-ing head for li-like six hours!" He was trying to scream but it came out quieter and more breathless then everything else he was saying. "Just tough it out. It's not like this is life threatening." Kakuzu tried to reason, though when you try to reason with a talking head, you lose all reason. "Yeah but it's fu-uck-king bori-boring." He complained. "Well, practice your annoying scripture in your head or some shit. I don't want to hear you whine." The elder scolded, "It hasn't even been an hour of you waking up yet and I'm already regretting taking you." Hidan went silent.

For once there was quite, no complaining, no arguing, no whining. Other then the gross wheezing sound coming from his throat, Hidan was silent. He almost seemed to be thinking hard, as if he had ever done that.

Kakuzu let out a sigh, Hidan was actually listening. "Don't strain yourself too hard, you might cause permanent damage." It was rare for the larger man to make a joke, and when he does the younger will act like it the funniest thing ever. Cackling as if he was more mad then he really was. This time was no exception, though it sounded more like a dying bird, choking, desperate to get in at least one more breath.

"Na-nah I was thin-k-k-king how much I do-n't want to b-be in-n that fu-c-k-ing hole." It was all dark, and you felt the earth and it's creatures trying to eat you. There was always a pressure, always just about to crush you, and when it rained it got even worse. The smell of decay stung at the nose before that sense died off. There was no freedom, or hope and you start to forget how to think. You never really know when you lose your senses, you only notice when they're gone. "Well I'm not taking back to the hole, so you'll be fine."