Only Human

On His Prayer

   The symbol of Jashin was painted with blood on the expanse of Hidan's floor. Hidan himself was positioned in the center- kneeling with his hands clasped around his rosary and his head bowed down.

   Your prayers are becoming more and more filled with your troubles, Hidan. This is the first time you have ever done such a thing.

   "I apologize, Jashin-sama." he whispered softly, "I could not help myself. I promise to you, it will never happen again."

   That may be so, but it will not stop your worries about this woman. Tell me, what is so special about her?

   Hidan was silent for a few seconds.

   "She is an angel in her own right; beautiful and alluring and farm from my reach. She's very kind, but brutal and unforgiving on the battlefield. She is simply perfection."

   Yet you cannot have her for two reasons.

   A pained expression crossed his face.

   For one, she loves another and is too loyal to that person to accept your feelings, if you ever choose to express them, of course. Two, she is not a Jashinist. You know this and you persevere still. Why?

   "I'll give anything for her."

   Anything?

   "Anything, Jashin-sama."

   Then your religion. Your immortality. If the time ever comes that she does become yours, will you give up what is most important to you?

   He didn't know what to say. The answer was there, floating at the top of his mind.

   "... Yes. I would."

   I see. How Interesting.

   Jashin disappeared right after his own amused reply. Hidan sighed and stood up, cracking his back as he did so. He then turned to the clock. 5:26 pm. Three hours in prayer. He ran a hand through his loose strands of hair and walked out of his room to get something to eat. When he entered the kitchen. Konan was there, drinking some black coffee. She gave him a small smile.

   "Hello, Hidan-san."

   "Afternoon, chickadee."

   The silence between them was comfortable, and Hidan couldn't help but hide a smile of his own. He looked at her from the corner of his eye. Konan's features were stirred with serenity as her eyes twinkled with deep thought.

   Yes. 

   She would be worth it.

   I never believed in Jashin. No one did. And in addition to that, I never expected this book to prove me wrong. It was a common thought that if Jashin was somehow real, well, he would act the exact opposite of how he truly was. Jashin seemed like a wise, understanding god. Hidan had a damn good role model on his hands.

   The chapter ten ahead of my current one caught my interest immediately. It was something else I remembered all too well. The time I died. Chapter 67: Age Twenty One- Akatsuki's Downfall.