Bloody Path to Love(Hidan x Reader Fanfic)(INCOMPLETE)

Conversations

"Of course, it's strictly against my religion to half kill...not sure how I'm gonna get my ass out of this one. Eh...I'm the best damn Jashinist there is, I can get away with it. I'll go out and make a meaningful sacrifice today," Hidan told you the next morning. You were still curled up comfortably in bed when he sat at your feet and nudged you a bit. After that, he got up and left, carrying his scythe. For a while, you laid there, pondering what exactly this religion of his was. You drifted back into sleep, still drowsy from your injuries.
    Before you knew it, you heard the door open and the heavy steps of Hidan come in. The familiar stench of blood wafted into the room. You sat up just in time to witness the impossible; the many open wounds and gashes covering his blood soaked body were healing in what seemed like seconds. Before you knew it, his already perfect body was free of all injuries. Only a few tiny marks remained. You gasped just loud enough for him to hear and he turned to you, smiling when he met eyes with you.
"Damn, you sure do sleep a lot, huh?" He chuckled, but you just sat there with your jaw hanging open. "Cat gotcha' tongue?" You had to admit, he was adorable. An adorable murderer. And an adorable freak. As if it was habit by now, he sat on the same spot on the bed as always, this time crossing his legs and leaning back a little more.
"Ahh, I love a good kill...I will be forgiven for my sins now, Jashin won't be able to pass up a sacrifice like that," he growled satisfactorily, like a wild cat who just ate a hearty meal. He gave you a little smirk before very gently stroking your injured leg, saying,"I think it's time we change these bandages, agreed?" You did agree, actually, and you felt comfortable enough to trust him by now. When you gave him a small nod, he got up and carried you up into his arms with no effort, holding you close in his arms. He brought you over into a small room with a wooden tub, on the floor. He set you down on a bed of towels, picked up the tub and left to fill it up.
He came back with the tub filled to the brim with warm water and he set it in front of you. "Alright now, I'm gonna be sure not to hurt ya," he said as he took your calf into his lap and started unwrapping the bandages. The sight of your own wound made you feel a little sick and you looked away. You felt him gingerly dip your leg into the water, and it really felt good. Warm and relaxing. He dipped it in and out with care and when he was done, he pat it dry and began wrapping it in fresh bandages.
"Muuuuch better..." He said as he set your leg down on the ground. You opened your eyes and turned to see him staring intently at you. There was a moment of complete silence between you two and he reach forward to gently hold onto your injured wrist. He held it for a while and scooted forward so he was sitting directly in front of you. "Are you in any pain, (y/n)? I worked my ass off to fix you up, and I wouldn't ever do that for any mortal but you." He said teasingly. "So that's what you are," you asked,"immortal?"
    "Hell fuckin' yeah? What else would I be? It's what allows me to please Jashin so frequently." "Who is Jashin? What is Jashinism?" You pondered out loud. Hidan took a moment and looked up, still holding your wrist. "We preach that anything less that death and destruction is sin, and that pure pain is the ultimate path to pleasure. Of course, few have mastered the secret techniques of the religion like me...it allows me to feel the pain of my sacrifices in the truest form!"
    "The ritual begins when I ingest the blood of my sacrifice...blah blah, you've seen the rest."
You were a little grossed out when he told you about eating blood, knowing that he would have had to do the same to you...the religion he described was terrifying but the look on his face was like an excited child. Once again, he was the scariest, most adorable thing you had ever seen.
    He realized he still had your wrist in his hands and with a bit of embarrassment he started unwrapping the bandages. He looked at the wound and said,"it sickens me that others don't understand the true meaning of pain. Jashinism is the ONLY religion that can grant you pure satisfaction!" He raised his voice a little too much and calmed down a bit, smirking widely. "Yknow...it is my duty as a devout Jashinist to promote the spread of my religion."
You were a bit scared as to where this was going, and you almost knew exactly what he was going to say next. As he dipped your arm into the water to wash it off and clean it, he began speaking in a soft, weakened voice. "There are few like me on the shitty earth, no one I can truly experience immortality at its peak with. There's Kakuzu but he's a money loving asshole and his sins have fucked him up too much...selling bodies for money and not sacrifice, what a prick."
      Hidan let go of your wrist and stood up, turning away from you. "(Y/n)...this is not easy to ask you. But I think you're the perfect candidate to be my assistant. A...partner, so to speak." You let out a little gasp, in shock that he would say such a thing. "Are you serious?!" You shouted, your voice cracking in disbelief. "C'mooon," he said, pivoting around to look you in the eyes, his smile wide and wild,"I mean it! I need someone...inconspicuous...someone that no one back home would notice is missing. That way no one will hunting our heads! And so far...no one's tracked you down. What were you doing out in the forest again? Getting ONIONS for, Jashin's sake? What the hell do you do for a living anyway? This is your chance to get away from that!"
     There was a moment of silence. In all reality, he was right. Deep down, you didn't wanna go back to a life like the one you had before. Day in day out, all the same....you craved excitement. Probably not PAIN, but if that's what it took...You fidgeted nervously before taking a deep breath. No one would really miss you. What could go wrong? Besides the countless bloodshed of course...
     "Okay. I'll do it,"