Closed RP with Stripperakatsuki. Digging up the zombonie dork
How many months had passed? Konan had lost count with everything was going on. Pein and herself attacking Konoha, Nagato's death and then finally her encounter with Tobi that she barely survived through.
Luckily Tobi didn't bother to check and make sure she was truly dead before leaving to retrieve Nagato's eyes. It took months to heal and even longer to actually be able to move the way she use to. By then, the truth had come out about the Akatsuki. So the angel had lost her title among the majority of Amegakure. A face of evil close to that of Hanzo from long ago.
Having accepted her fate of isolation. Desperate to help Naruto for the upcoming war but still unable as her weaknesses were know and her strongest attack was useless against Tobi and his forces. Stuck in a rut, her mind wandering to the good old times with all of the members. Horrible times actually but right now they were comforting.
That is until she remembered something vastly important. Kakuzu and Hidan were immortal. Well...Kakuzu had died and been reanimated....But what of Hidan? The notion of a comrade still being around that could aid in her want to help the allied forces was comforting, engaging, and inspirational enough to make her move. To investigate and figure out what exactly had happened.
It took a few weeks. Far longer than she wanted. But she had found it. It being the poor excuse of a burial for the immortal. Luckily the clans of Konoha were too busy formulating a strategy in Suna, so her actions were in the clear. Digging for hours, using her jutsu as an aid to move rocks out of the way. Meters down. Close to giving up, spirits fading when ideas of the zealot being nothing more than a rotting corpse. That is until her fingers brushed against matted hair. Pushing the dirt out of the way and moving one more rock. There it...well he was. Or at least his head.
Gingerly, Konan held the man's head. Looking it over, a puzzled expression. "H-Hidan? Are you alive?"