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Senpai || Hidan
Senpai
A Hidan oneshot
It isn’t really a matter of what she wanted, but what HE made commanded her to do. She wasn’t his (yet), but with his somewhat “possessive” and “controlling” manner upon her, you’d think they were together already. The way he’d tell her a thousand times that she can’t start a certain ritual without him doing it with her; you’d really think that he was the possessive, controlling boyfriend type. But no, they weren’t anything besides ritual partners. Besides, Hidan can’t say for a fact that he likes this girl. He’d make excessive excuses that he can’t go off lovey-dovey with girls because of Jashin, and he extends that to the girl. She’s bound to no romance because she’s a Jashinist. Or as he says.
Besides, that’s the only way he can keep her to himself, discreetly.
“Oii woman! How many times do I have to fuckin’ tell you to wait for me before starting this goddamn ritual!”
Amaya huffed, stands of her hair flying with the hot breath she expelled from her lips. Hidan was always like that, so controlling. But adorable nonetheless.
“Uff, Hidan-san, I-“
She was about to make some sort of innocent innuendo about his statement when she felt two, strong arms snake around her, and a broad chest on her back. Her face was flustered, her cheeks flaming red. He placed his fingers on her hands, the fabric of her long sleeves the only thing separating their skins from connecting to one another. Her head slightly touched his neck, and she felt vibrations from his throat. He was growling slightly in annoyance, but her senses cannot see the fact that right now, his cheeks were dusted with a pink hue.
“Just follow my fucking order because Jashin will punish you if you don’t, bitch.”
With an intimidating tone like that, Amaya didn’t care what Hidan said. She’d fall under his command everytime he uses a tone like that. That was his tactic.
The Jashin necklace dangled from her hands, as his rested on hers, too. With his even, smooth breathing touching her porcelain skin, his voice whispering the prayer they have been taught to recite when they prayed to Jashin, Amaya felt her legs slowly failing to anchor her weight, her hands became ice cold and her spine was crept up with chills. She tried shaking those sensations by focusing her mind on the ritual they must do, but her mind kept on coming back to the feeling of his hot breath and his chest just centimeters from her back.
Oh, why the hell was she with a man like Hidan?
“Amaya, let’s go kill some assholes. The prayer’s fuckin’ done.”
Her mind can’t seem to register what he was saying, instead, she was still contemplating on why the hell, of all the Jashinists in this world, she was stuck with a smexy person like Hidan. It was vague to her, but she did know that it was him who found her during one of her rituals and from that day on, he seems to be around her all the time.
“Amaya?”
“…”
“HEY BITCH!”
The sound of his angry voice startled Amaya back to her senses. She shook her head to clear off her mind and get her back to the situation.
“Aah? Oh, sorry. I was… concentrating.”
“Fuck yeah, you’re concentrating.” Hidan’s sarcasm sprang forth again, making the look of his face seem annoyed at the girl’s sudden pensiveness.
“Let’s just get our ritual over with, bitch. Be grateful Jashin-sama assigned me to teach you. I’m a fucking professional at this thing.”
Amaya wasn’t really new with this “Jashin” business, but Hidan clearly won the “I’m superior” case because of the year lapse he had with her when it comes to being Jashin’s zealot.
As usual with Hidan, the ritual took a long ass of a time to finish. He toyed with the victim for the day: a seemingly-normal citizen that turns out to be some kind of bodyguard for a rich person. Or something. With no Kakuzu around (for this time), Hidan didn’t really need to know what the hell is the deal with the person he’s killing. Though he did most of the work, Amaya had the chance to snatch the opportunity from him and sacrificed the man to Jashin. A quick and simple death, that was what she delivered. Hidan would’ve wanted the man to suffer, but the girl was headstrong this time; she wanted to give a sacrifice to Jashin this time. It’s not like she gets to do that everytime with Hidan.
The silver-haired Jashinist dragged the marmalade-haired girl by her tail, which he actually inquired to her about a thousand times before. She was being dragged to some kind of inn, and she just hopes that Hidan get two separate rooms. They really didn’t look like a runaway couple, with the way he was dragging her forcefully by her orange tail. She just crossed her arms in silent annoyance, not with Hidan, but for pulling her tail like that.
The Jashinists proceeded in a well-kept inn, where the owner greeted them at the front hall. Hidan threatened the man to give them a room or he’ll sacrifice him to Jashin in mere seconds. That, and the fact that he was wearing an Akatsuki cloak and his foul temper made the owner consent. Hidan dragged the girl upstairs, and threw her in a clean room, with a single bed, an open window and probably everything for a good accommodation. He told her to beg for forgiveness to Jashin because of her behavior in the ritual earlier. He slammed the door and left the girl in the empty room, blinking in disbelief, or perhaps, confusion.
It has been about an hour or two that passed before he barged in again, this time, his well-toned body showing itself to Amaya as his cloak was nowhere near him at this time, probably left carelessly on the floor of his room. She has just finished his “order” and now, it seems that he wants her to do another task. What a life, Amaya the kouhai to her Jashinist “senpai”, Hidan.
“What do you want, Hidan-san?”
“Get your ass over here, bitch. I need to teach you a few tricks in being a Jashinist.”
Funny. Hidan teaching Amaya something in being a Jashinist, without sacrificing or attacking someone in the process.
“What is it, Hidan-san?”
The moment she was within Hidan’s reach, he grabbed her by her tail again, and dragged her to his room, where he slammed the door when she got inside.
“Jashin-sama ordered me to make it clear to you that no asshole owns you. Save for myself.”
Cue Hidan’s cocky smirk.
“What on earth are you-“
Let’s just say Amaya’s jashinist senpai taught her a few more tricks that goes beyond Jashin boundaries, too.
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I fail. I can't even make Hidan's character right!
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