The wind howled, as did the wild dogs in the distance. Hidan sat across from me, staring into my eyes. As if to be trying to find out who I am.
(Who the fuck is he again? . . .)
I pull out my pencil and pad and I ask him "Are you ready to start, Hidan sir?"
(oh right, he's the fuckin' interview guy. some story about the akatsuki, I don't know)
He nods. I ask a few basic questions. What's your full name, home village, why he joined the akatsuki, so on. After roughly 30 minutes of simple question, I hit him with a hard ball. "What's your relation with your parents?" I ask. Hidan sits there quietly, as if to be stuck in a sad memory from his childhood. . .
(My stomach hurts. . what did I have for lunch again? . . or right, cold ramen. . could that make my stomach hurt?)
Whatever his relationship with his parents were, they seem to have disturbed him deeply. . so I move on and ask him another question. I sip some of my tea as he gets up and walks away. I almost sip out my tea upon realizing he's leaving me. I quickly put down my cup, spilling some tea out of it, and chase him.
"Where are you going?" I ask in trying to catch up. He simply looks at me and asks "who are you?"
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I throw down my pad and throw my hands in the air. "I give up!" I scream. "I can't handle this!". Hidan looks at me in confusion. The nerve.
(Who is he? . . )
YOU ARE READING
Hidan's Interview
RandomI sit down as Hidan gives me a cup of tea. "so would you label yourself as the wildchild of the group?" I ask. He smirks as he answers "You're god damn right". It was then I realize, I might have picked the craziest member to interview.
