信心深い

[zealgut]

❝ && in the end, JASHIN embraces us all- i just help people get to Him faster. ❞ semi-selective, indie private blog for Hidan from ℕ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕋𝕆 𝕊ℍ𝕀ℙℙ𝕌𝔻𝔼ℕ. S- RANKED MISSING NIN / YUGAKURE DEFECT / AKATSUKI'S FINEST. est 2015. revamped 2025. manga-canon accurate / headcanon heavy & interaction based. ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɢɪᴀ. ²⁵ ʏʀs. sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ. EST. 21+ only. minors dni. triggering content will be on this blog. crossovers welcome. RULES. || VERSES. || NAVIGATION.

[tifon666]

Бог во плоти.

[zealgut]

|| hiii guys sry for the inactivity i’ve been sooo busy, back 2 ur regularly scheduled hidan soon<3

[everyhidan]

[shinnogi]

      Kakuzu was a product of loss. He had lost much since his birth—his grandmother, his independence, his faith, and his life—all at the hands of people who should have known better. The priests of his village and Konoha’s First Hokage were the cause of the losses that forged Kakuzu into what he was: a demonic ragdoll, a monster, forbidden down to the hellish threads coursing through his veins.

      Immortality had been the price for freedom, for control over his own life. Though he knew he wasn’t truly immortal, Kakuzu understood he’d never die of old age; he no longer aged. Only wounds reaching his five hearts could damage him—and that was a feat few achieved. He was a creature toeing the line between life and death—not fully living, never truly dead.

      He’d known they would win the moment the fight began. Kakuzu was confident in his own strength, but he didn’t doubt Hidan’s either. Even when the zealot charged into an obvious trap, lured by the Konoha shinobi, Kakuzu cursed him, vowing to rip the idiot’s head off if he dared die—if such a thing were even possible for him.

      Kakuzu’s fight was more annoying than difficult. Facing three opponents wasn’t ideal, and it cost him one of his hearts—leaving him furious enough to slaughter them all, children included. Now, crouched over the bodies, he ripped hearts from chests, assessing each for a worthy replacement. None would suffice.

      Hidan’s voice assaulted him with its usual volume. The miser sighed, hurling a kunai in the white-haired man’s direction to announce his presence. ❛  So. You survived the brat’s trap.  ❜  Wiping gore on his pants, Kakuzu stood and stalked toward Hidan, blood-soaked emerald eyes scanning the younger man up and down—a habit of assessing wounds he’d never shaken.

      ❛  I’d expected to drag your corpse from that trap,  ❜  he mused, tone caught between amusement and irritation. Losing a heart he’d kept for twenty years still burned. ❛  You owe me a new one.  ❜  With a hand sign, he ignited the fallen shinobi’s bodies, erasing their traces.

❛  When should I expect payment?  ❜  Kakuzu tilted his head, blinking down at Hidan. ❛  Every day you delay, I’ll deduct from your salary.  ❜ 

[zealgut]

ＴＣＨ．

of course, of course. of course kakuzu survived. if there was any time to feel stupid, coupled with the smallest tangible amount of relief, it's now. how could he have been so blind? so blind to think that the three manging losers hidan inadvertently left him with could have done any sort of permanent damage. he must have forgot they were winners. as if in some other life, theirs ended here.

but- alas. he has no time to congratulate them, because already the complaining hits his ears and he's irritated. yes, he took out one of his hearts. but sheesh. can't he wait 10 minutes?

❝ hey, it's not my fault you practically got your ass handed to you! and already talking about money...? you blasphemous bastard.. urgh. you know, almost dying really hurts. BAD. maybe you should be thanking me instead. ❞ he rubs at his head again, still reeling from the fight. as good as it felt, revenge, now all he wanted to do was get out of there. such a close call had him feeling uneasy, not that he'd ever admit that.

❝ after all, i came back to make sure you were ALIVE. why do i have to find you the hearts? it's against my religion to leave people half dead like that. ❞

a pointless argument, but hidan was full of those. no amount of whining would save him from the cruel hammer of kakuzu's strictness. and besides... deduct payment?! he was already worrying about his poor, poor stomach. doesn't he care that hidan could be in a hole right now, dying slowly of malnutrition? he swears he hears his stomach growl. ❝ let's just get out of here, hey? i'm starving... before reinforcements come and i have to hear you cry about another heart. ❞

[zealgut]

－－ ｓｔａｒｔｅｒ ｆｏｒ @shinnogi （ ｋａｋｕｚｕ ． ）

ＶＩＣＴＯＲＹ wasn't anything new to either of them. with every step, move, cut, death- each action & inaction inevitably always brought them closer to their goal. really, the perpetual cycle of living & living & fuck, living, grew almost tiresome at times- languidly pushing and pulling against the tide of what could be a quick legacy. but these two were condemned, cursed, blessed to have years on top of years over everybody they encountered. sometimes such a thing was looked down upon, as if immortality was a curse. something to escape.

but today was not that day.

winning never felt so good, hidan regarded fondly, flexing and unflexing curled digits as distinctive purple hues cherished the sight of the man laid out in front of him. a man so sure that he'd finally hold the key to hidan's death, finally rid the world of his preachings but- ah.. doesn't he know? doesn't he know what it feels like to be God's favorite? to be divinely protected? with the way his body curls, lifeless, not a slick quip retorted post losing- hidan is gonna guess, no, he doesn't.

but these are the kinds of things that await heathens ignorant to the pain of others. not an ounce of his body feels regret, or anything really, besides the pure bliss of shared death with someone who sought out his own. but he doesn't relish in this feeling as long as he usually would- he could spend hours here, a drooling mess, but there are more important things to tend to that isn't the death of one (1) shikamaru nara.

potentially, the death of someone else.

that's right. urgh. hidan's palm slaps ungracefully against his temple, chastising himself for even allowing the situation to play out this way. he had been tricked, again, by this fucking kid, again, and this time the consequences were the loss of his partner's heart. something he's sure, if kakuzu survived, he'll hear about for the next week if not month. he groans - loudly, stretching out his body following several reverberating cracks that seemed to echo in this forest. the same body that had been seconds from getting blown to bits. but in the end, he won. in the end, they always won.

well, that he had to make sure of.

phlegmatic limbs make their way back to the last place the fight had picked up. tired. achey. for both their sakes, he hopes the battle is over, and they can hurry up and go get something to eat. killing people really made him so fucking hungry. surprisingly, when he returns, it's silent. none of the little pup kids were running around screaming or being strangled, from what he could see and hear. orbs surveyed the area, gaze falling on the way most of the dust has settled by now. which can only mean two things.

he opts to call out, hands cupping around his mouth to amplify his voice-

❝ oi- kakuzu, did you survive or what? come on, look, i came back for you and everything. don't go dying on me now. sheesh... this is so embarrassing...❞ 

[everyhidan]

[zealgut]

－ｈｅａｄｃａｎｏｎｓ．

hidan is a true puritan at heart. although his religious is... 100x more zealous than most, basic things you can find in most religions are practices he follows & preaches - no drugs, no tattoos, anti greed, engaging with prostitution, etc. he even respects other religions* to a certain degree for atleast adhering to some sort of rules. he wouldn't even smoke a cigarette and dare desecrate the temple his God has chosen & protected for him - which, coupled w immortality, leads to him having perfect complexion & being very fit.

- food is so important to him. what does he look like shoveling garbage into his sacred body? tacked onto the last hc, hidan doesn't eat junkfood. fast food. none of that. only the healthiest meals- and honestly, tends to stray towards a carnivore diet.

completely against cannibalism. consuming the flesh of a heretic has gotta put you on a list you don't want to be on, in his eyes.

has the energy of someone super sexual but actually, isn't. why would he give up his body to experience something that pales in experience to a shared death? that isn't to say he doesn't have sex- it's just not anything casual, and it is nowhere near anything vanilla or remotely romantic.

[everyhidan]