Heyo peopel~ This chapter is dedicated to Foxxy_Coco because I love the things you comment~! XD

And uh.. I don't have much to say with this chapter nor do I have any original pictures so enjoy that epic younger Deidara to the side -3- 

***Ko's POV***

My eyes opened slowly to the own sound of my stomach growling in hunger. I ignored it, knowing I'd be able to put that off for a while from all of the practice I've had going without food before.

Where am I?... I looked around, adjusting to the dim light in the room. A lit candle by a bed was my only source of light. I jumped up to my feet, suddenly remembering passing out while training. " M-master Hidan!?" I squeaked out, knowing this was his room now. I glanced around, no one was here. On the dresser there was a pile of clothes that matched the ones Konan had given me yesterday. Next to the clothes was my sword, the sword known as Shiru. That's what that man at the store called it... The man that died for no rea- No. Not true. I used to think wrong, that dying for no cause was bad but Hidan said anyone not a Jashinist was an Atheist, and all Atheists deserved death. 

That's right... Right? I shook my head of my doubts and looked around. Konan had told me when taking the shower yesterday that I need to take one almost everyday along with brushing my hair. That brush hurts though... And Hidan doesn't even have one in this room. I grabbed the clothes but left the sword on the dresser, turning to around in the room, my eyes imeditatly coming across another door other than the one that led out to the Akatsuki base. This had to be the bathroom.

*****

I walked around in the hideout, still ignoring the grumblings of my stomach. I searched for Hidan, passing a hallway that led to someone's room. Honestly, where would he be? He could have left I suppose.. I fiddled with my necklace as I walked, starting to feel nervous at the lack of any of the members.

I stared down, my eyes tracing the smooth metal that curved into a circle, three parts connecting within it to make an upside down triangle. The symbol of my faith. I dropped the necklace to let it hang around my neck, now going to trace the sword hilt at my side. Shiru and Ko. I giggled lightly, it almost sounded like a name for those comedic plays they use to show in some villages. I had to sneak in to watch them, more often than not getting kicked out halfway. "STOP HER." A low raspy voice matching one I had heard yesterday yelled with high demand. I stopped walking, looking up to see a woman with tears down her face running from the man I know as Sasori. She just narrowly evaded the swipe of his tail. "KO, DO AS I SAY." Sasori ordered again. I grabbed my sword, unshelthing it. 

My feet felt heavy, my heart weight a million tons as I dashed infront of the panicked woman. She skidded to a stop infront of me. Her being closer, you could see the knots in her hair, smudged makeup on her face, dirt that clung to her clothes. Over all she looked drained and weak. "P-Please! I don't want to die!" She whimpered, eyes racing past me for the sign of an exit. I scanned around her neck. No Jashin symbol. Hair isn't white. Eyes are brown. 

Not a Jashinist... So it's okay... ? 

I held my sword tightly, looking like I moved to the side to let her pass. "Oh bless y-" She started saying as she ran by me, but not a moment later I swung the sword into her ankle. She let out a small shriek of pain, tumbling down to the ground. "Good. I thought you were going to free her." Sasori said lowly, walking up to the woman and myself. I slid my sword back into it's cover after wiping the woman's blood away. Good... I did... Good. "W-what are you goi-ing to do with h-h-er?" I asked, looking from the sobbing woman who clutched onto to her bleeding ankle to Sasori. "Make her a puppet of course." Make this woman a puppet? "L-like a human-n puppet?" "Mm, don't you catch on easily." Sasori said with a mock tone, his tail wrapping around the woman, dragging her back to his room. "Why?" Sasori stopped walking, ignoring the screams from the lady, turning to face me. "There's a list of reasons of why, it's up to the artist for their exact reasons." 

"So-o... Why do you?" I asked, making Sasori squeeze his tail around the woman, silencing her screams. "For eternal beauty. A puppet's skin does not wrinkle with age. Nor do their eyes fade with color over the years. No longer do they posses a voice that'll crackle in time. They shall all become eternally beautiful." I began to see Sasori's logic in his art. Yet... If he wants to be eternal, why not be a Jashinist? "S-Sasori?" "You should refer to me with higher respect than that, child." He huffed 'child' out, as to prove his point. "....Like what?" "Hmpf, Hidan would have a hissy fit if I told you to refer to me as master, why not 'Sensei'?" "Sasori-Sensei?" "Better." I shuffled my feet, looking away witht the obvious feeling my question wouldn't go well. "If y-you want et-ternal beauty-y, why not be a Ja-" Sasori stopped me from completing my sentence. "Because that is not art. It's a religion. Not art." With that last information Sasori hauled the woman and himself back to his room down his hallway. 

I continued my walk, passing another hallway, the torches hung up on the cavern walls illuminating the way to go. One torch. Two torches. Three torches. Four torches. Five torches. Seven-No wait... Six? Five, six, and then seven. That's right. I looked down at my hands. And yesterday when I chose to guess what was left and right, I guessed correctly and made it to Itachi's room. I lifted my left hand a little closer. I went on the side closer to this hand, so it was the left. So that means this is my left hand. I lowered it, looking at the right. That's the right hand...

I smiled at my own knowledge and conclusions. If I can figure these things out than I really can learn from Hidan. A right turn came up at the end of the hall, I followed it, still not knowing where exactly I was going. I passed a hallway, a hallway that somehow appeared darker than the rest. A chill ran down my back making me speed up, turning a walk into a jog. 

As I jogged down, I kept my sights on the floor, avoiding little rocks. It wasn't until now I noticed I had forgotten shoes but I wasn't going back, what was the point in that? "Oof!" I bounced off of something, landing down on my bottom. "It's the little girl! And? Unless we can eat her, I see no point in her." I looked up at the strange voices curiously, a strange man stood infront of me. Half of his body white, the other black. Golden eyes and moss colored hair. He also wore an Akatsuki cloak with two large green traps poking out from his shoulders to his head. I glanced to the left, seeing another hallway. "That leads to our room. Mind telling us why you've come to our room." Despite it being a question, it sounded a lot like a demand. "I-I'm-m los-t-t." I stuttered out, inching away from the man, feeling a bad aura come from him. "Oh? The girl says lost... Then I'm sure Hidan wouldn't care if we took a little bite. Just a taste." The man nodded to himself, advancing forwards.

I jumped up to my feet, fear and confusion racing in me. Bite? Like... Eating? He wants to eat me!? "U-u-uh! Hi-Hidan would be-e very upset-t!" I said, forcing the hopeful lie. The man chuckled, the lower and higher tones mixing into one. I spun around, taking off away from the man. Running to live, this is a familiar action. I kept running, passing the darker hallway, seeing the turn up in the distance when the man with two faces appeared out of the ground. "EEP!!" I squeaked in surprise, tripping as I tried to stop myself from running right into him. "A little taste is all we want. An arm? A leg? A side? The eyes? Fingers?" He listed off body parts to eat, sending the fear right to my heart, beats getting faster and louder in my ears. H-how did he even appear there?... 

"Zetsu! What're you doing with Ko, hm?" 'Zetsu' turned around, meeting the blue eyes of Deidara. His blonde hair still flipped over the side of his face, and then casting down his back. "Nothing." Zetsu quickly said, disappearing back into the ground. Deidara raised an eyebrow to me, not lending a hand as I got up myself. I didn't say anything, simply giving a quick bow of gratitude and racing by him, looking to get out of this hallway as fast as possible. 

I fast walked around the corner taking me back to the long hallway with the other hallways leading to everyone's room, feeling much calmer now. "Hey! Hey! Un!" Deidara called, catching up next to me. "Hm?" His eye twitched at my light, clear 'hm'. "Zetsu almost ate you! How can you act like you're fine!?" He emphasized by throwing his hands up in the air. "B-because I am f-fine. It almo-ost happened, but didn't-t. Why woul-ldn't I be f-fine then?" Deidara gave me a low stare, frowning. "Normally most people would be freaking out... You act kind of different." I looked up at him with curiosity on my face. "How?" Deidara shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, mm. You're, like, late with your emotions, yeah." He tried describing, only confusing me. "Late?"

"Sort of... It's like you don't know how to act, yeah." He described again, shrugging. I looked away, thinking about his answer. I don't know how to act? How am I suppose to act? Are people taught to act certain ways? I don't know... This is just how I am. I thought I was normal, to this degree anyway. "Deidara!" I perked up, remembering. "Yes, hm?" I smiled, thinking about the colorful explosions in the air. Full of life and energy... "C-can I see your art w-work again?" Deidara grinned at my question, a very cocky grin. "Of course, hm. My artwork is rather superior than most's, so it'd be a shame not to grace you with the fleeting blasts-" "Shut up brat!" Deidara's grin erased into a large frown, hearing Sasori's words as we passed by his hallway to his room. "...Let's go to the training grounds, yeah."

*****

Deidara swung the door open to the training grounds, bright sunlight shining down upon the area. "There you fucking are!" Hidan in the middle of the training grounds, on top of a rock holding his scythe claimed loudly. "M-me?" I asked quietly but was easily heard. Hidan sighed. "Who the fuck else? I went back to the room to wake your ass up but you weren't fucking there." I rubbed the back of my neck, looking away. "I went looking for you..." Hidan hopped off the rock. He looked like he got done training a little while ago. "Whatever. I think it's time we head on out for you to learn some basics of Jashism, like sacrifice." I looked up at him sharply, our violet eyes meeting. 

"Wait un, I was-" Hidan stopped Deidara's explanation, silencing him with a tiny scoff. "Save it, kid. I don't have time to kick your ass." Hidan walked by Deidara, not caring as Deidara stared on at Hidan with a glare full of hate. "Ko, let's go." I nodded, walking hastily next Hidan. I looked back at Deidara, our gazes meeting for a second until Deidara 'hmpfed' and turned away. 

Hidan and I exited the training grounds, back in the hallways. "We'll go to a shittier village, no one cares who goes missing there, plus no ninjas." Hidan mumbled to himself before a thought came to him. "Hey... How'd you learn of Jashism anyway?" Right, Hidan doesn't know how I learned it. Well.. How I grasped some of it's knowledge. "I-I found it in a book." Hidan laughed. "You can read!? Surprise, surprise." I shook my head. "No, I can't read. Bu-ut it had a lot of pictures. A man with black markings everywhere and whi-ite stripes was in a lot of them. It showed the blood falling and people living after they hurt themselves-s.... I went to a-a place with that book, a place full of ot-t-ther books and one of the people there read so-ome of it to me-e... But once night it rained and the book's ink got destr-royed..." My tune was sad toward the end as I remembered crying at the lost of the book.

".....How'd you get the necklace?" I smiled brightly, raising the necklace for all eyes to see. "Lord Jashin gave it to me!" Hidan lifted an eyebrow. "In person?" I shook my lightly, still smiling. "No, it appeared after the book got destroyed. I know it was from Lord Jashin though-h!" A thought occurred to me after the silence of Hidan not replying. "Master Hidan... How d-did you learn the ways of Lord Jashin?" Hidan twitched, like remembering something filled with unwanted thoughts. "That-That's none of your damn business!!" He snarled, immediately defensive. I side stepped away from him, no longer looking at him or smiling. 'A nuisance.' My conscious sung to me. We turned down a few halls, making our way to the main part of the base with the statue in the middle. 

Hidan, having anger on his face, yet loosened it slightly, glanced down at me. "Hey kid?" I nodded in question. "You hungry?" 

*****

"A bar!? He took her to a bar to eat!?" Hariti shrieked in my ear. "Please calm yourself, at least he remembered she has to eat." Hariti glared a fierce glare. "Jashin, I know this is amusing to you, but please release Hidan of this demand! Send that girl elsewhere!" Hariti dropped to her knees infront of me, bowing down. "I beg it of you!" I sighed, shaking my head lightly. "You look absolutely foolish. Why's a Goddess like yourself so wrapped up with Ko? Don't you have other children and prayers to look after?" 

Hariti stood up to her feet, narrowing her eyes at me. "You know just as well as I do that I am a dying Goddess. People don't learn of me anymore, nor does anyone pray to me. And even if they do, even if a child is dying elsewhere, I can take care of them in the after life. I cannot do that with Ko! She's immortal and stuck with that bimbo, Hidan!" Ah, this is why Hariti is so hung up over Ko. She's powerless over Ko completely, and she has been losing power for some time. Nothing scares a God more than being powerless to your own subjects. "Yes well Ko and Hidan are mine. Not your's. I shall do what I wish to do with them. Besides Hidan isn't being too awful." Hariti gave me a dull stare. "He curses every five seconds." "Nothing's wrong with swearing. Maybe you're too fucking uptight?" Hariti's stare went right back to a glare in the blink of an eye. "How dare you!? I deserve some respec-" I stood up to my full height. I wasn't bulky like Zeus or Kami, but I certainly always carried an intimidating look due to my tall figure. 

"How dare I? Ko and Hidan are MINE. They follow ME. My religion. They don't know you exist. Two minutes ago, you were pleading and begging for the release of Ko, and now you want my respect? Pathetic." I spat my words are her, holding her glares. "Brother, Sister!" A charmful voice called, gaining our attention. Irene, or Eirene, Greek Goddess of peace appeared with worry in her delicate features. "We should not fight over such things!" "Irene, you do not know of which you speak. Go back to welcoming the season of spring." Dike, Irene's sister whispered. Irene's brows creased up in worry. "But they'll no doubt begin to fight, a God's fight lasts for a long time, Sister." Dike, Goddess of Justice, guided her sister away. "No, this is between them. They should settle this their way."

"Hm, the Greeks, so amusing." I said lowly but with humor, sitting back down in my chair, looking through the portal. "You may stay with me Hariti, but if you offend me with your tedious questions and logic, I'll make sure you truly understand what it is to feel my glorious pain, or perhaps toy with the immortals a bit more than usual." Hariti didn't respond, but seemed to accept this, not easily, but accepting it as best she could. She sat down crossed legged by me. I stared from my immortals eating food, back to Hariti. She is the Goddess of good going child birth as well as children in general so... "Do you know of this girl's parents?" Hariti nodded slowly, looking back in thought. "I have seen her mother before." 

"No father?" Hariti sighed, not at me, at the mention of the father. "He's a sad drunk, left right when he heard 'pregnant'. Her mother fell into depression, not surprisingly, also became a drunkard, and Ko was abandoned at the young age of four or five... Maybe even six? I can't recall that, I didn't take too much of an interest of her at the time, I was rather fond of a certain Uchiha family." Curiosity rose  even higher in my mind. "Oh? But Ko, at such a young age, to survive on her own seems improbable." "Well people helped her, she was in a better area of the world, yet somehow found her feet to lead her to the trashy villages. I really don't remember too much of her. However, there was something interesting going on around that age with an Uzumaki-" I stopped her, raising my hand. "I have no interest in the Kyubi." Hariti groaned. "He's a boy, not the Kyubi." "Once again, I don't give a fuck for him. I'm keeping my sights on my followers, the rest will be added to my collection of souls." "You only get those souls when they're sacrificed to you thoug-" "Hariti, you're becoming annoying. Shut. Up." She crossed her arms. "Fine."

 I stared back through the portal, seeing Hidan and Ko walk through a village. The afternoon light shining down upon them, making their hair gleam white, and eyes look a vibrant purple. Hidan was speaking of me, letting Ko know certain things, slowly making his way to explain about pain and sacrifice. Ko nodded determinedly, doing her best to keep up with Hidan's words and filter out the unnecessary words he often spoke. A grin graced my blacken lips, knowing where Hidan was taking this. Interesting Hidan... You think she's ready? Or don't you even care enough if the girl's ready? "What are grinning about?" Hariti asked, suspicion in her voice. "Wondering if Ko will be able to do it." "Do wha... " Hairit came to the answer on her own, her eyes widening when she understood. She leaned over the with me, both of us staring into the portal.

Will she be ready? Heh...

*****

 I nodded slowly, doing my best to keep up with Hidan's words. "--Pray before you sacrifice, then a second if you have other things to ask or say to Lord Jashin, but the second comes after you sacrifice them. And never take the coward's way by sacrificing, man the fuck up and kill a human--" Hidan went on describing different aspects. "Master?" Hidan stopped talking, sending his gaze down at me. "I'm trying to explain, what?" Annoyance in his tone. "What if... What if you can't hurt yourself, to get the b-blood for the symbol?" Hidan sighed heavily. "Get over it. Lord Jashin gives us the control over our pain, so don't act like a little bitch." He saw his words weren't helping my worries and sighed again. "You believe in Lord Jashin, right?"

I nodded vigorously. "Yes! Yes! Of course!" "Then use that belief. He is giving you your fucking immortality, you owe him everything. He allows you to feel the pleasure from pain, you owe it to him to punish the sinners, the Atheists!" Hidan ended his tiny rant, glaring at random people walking by, like they were all the enemy.  I nodded again, this time slowly with awe of understanding. "Now look," Hidan pointed off to a drunken man, leaning against an alley wall for support. "See that piece of crap? Does he deserve to live?" I shook my head. "No?" "Good! He's already drunk and in a dark place, so it's easier." My brows scrunched up when I began to realize. "You-you want me-e to-" "Is that a problem?" Hidan asked, crossing his arms unimpressed. "No..." 

I almost tripped having Hidan shove me toward the man in the alleyway. "A-aren't you co-oming with?" Hidan scoffed. "Fuck no. Come on, you're wasting time!" "Rig-ght!" I squeaked out, moving towards the alleyway, hand on my sword's hilt. I entered the darkened alleyway, remembering the many nights I spent alone within them. The man was still leaning up against the wall, gulping down his liquor. I took out my sword, carefully watching the man. He didn't flinch, not even seeing me in his misery. I held my breath, slitting my wrist, letting large splatters of blood fall. Using my sword, I drew the symbol in the dirtied blood. I looked back up to the man, now inching his way. 

I stood infront of him, his eyes going over me once, careless of who I was. Do I say anything? Do I ask permission? My hand began shaking as I lifted the sword to the man. "Oslh, you'res gonna kill meh?" The man slurred. "Heres I thought my damneds wife would be the onelfs to do tha-" He hiccuped, and fell to the ground. "Hehehe-" Another hiccup interrupted his drunken giggles. I stared strangely at him. His wife? "Isn't a wife suppose to love yo-ou?" "Nots mine." He spewed out, suddenly having streams of tears leave from his eyes. "Not mine..." 

"I-I see... I'm sorry I ha-ave to do this. You look like someone who would have-e helped m-me when I needed it." The man looked up to me just as I slit my sword across his cheek, gaining a few drops of his blood. I turned back to stand in the middle of my bloodied symbol, anticipation in me. I ignored the confusion on his face, licking the sick blood from my sword. 

My paled skin turned coal black, white streaks running in certain places. My breathing was quiet but hastily. I took my sword, placing it right at my heart. All I have to do is press in. That's it. Simple. I won't die, and Lord Jashin will have his kill. But-... But I'm so scared. This fear within me, fear of unknown.

"Well?" "EPP!" I dropped the sword, spinning around in shock up at Hidan. "Dumbass." He noted looking down at the fallen sword. "Do it already." I grabbed my sword, placing it back at my heart. "I-I-I am!" "Hurry the fuck up!" "I-I am!!" "DO IT."

"I CAN'T!!" I screamed, throwing the sword down. "I want to! I want to please Lord Jashin but I-I can't!!" I went on, dropping to my knees, sniffling back tears. "Pathetic." Hidan sighed, yanking me back up to my feet by my hair. He held me up with one hand, but used the other to reach inside his cloak, pulling out a sharp black tool. "Use this instead." He let my hair go, handing me the tool. I placed it at my heart again, more calmly than last. 

After a few extremely long seconds of nothing, I began to whine again. "I can't..." Hidan rubbed his face irritatingly. "Fucking children." He mumbled, grabbing my arm with the tool. He started to press into my chest, making me flinch. "C-can't we count!?" "Are you fucking kid-..."He cut himself off. "Fine. On three."

"One." I whispered, tightly shutting my eyes. 

"Two." Hidan's grasp on my own arm tightening. 

"Th-" 

Three wasn't finished as the tool struck my heart. A different emotion filled me, one I've never felt before. An emotion of blissful peace. Peace. It swelled up strongly before dimming down, like a small ember burning out in the night. 

I felt myself fall backwards and I felt another heavy presence fall as well, darkness closed in on that presences while darkness only lingered for me. 

What... My thoughts couldn't focus on one thing, not racing but rather dying down. 

"Ko." 

The voice brought me back from the bliss. My eyes opened up to see Hidan above me, grinning with a knowing look in his eyes. "Not so bad, huh?" I brought myself to sit up, the full feeling gone yet still tracing around. "What... What was that?" I asked, looking over to see the drunken man fallen to his side, lying in a pool of his own blood. Was he the presence? Must have been.. I looked down to my own hands, my normal color back. "Another one of Lord Jashin's gifts." Hidan answered, randomly yanking me up to my feet by the collar of my shirt. "Grab your shit now. Tomorrow you'll be doing it on your own." 

"Yes!" I said, grabbing my sword and chasing after the fast walking Hidan. 

I looked up to him. "Master Hidan?" "Hm?"

I smiled with my eyes closed towards him. "Thank you!" 

"Erk-.. Yeah.. Whatever..."

*****

D'aww even when sacrificing drunk guys Ko's adorable ;w; XD Hope you all enjoyed.  Have any of you noticed the more scared she is, the more she stutters?~ And the calmer/happier the less she stutters?~

Maybe she's somehow connected to Hinata? o-O

THEY'RE BOTH ADORABLE WITH THEIR STUTTERING TwT XDD

She's not connected to Hinata in anyway .-. Just for those who thought I was serious. Please leave comments on what you thought of the chapter, from Zetsu almost freaking eating her, to Jashin telling Hariti to sit the fuck down (lols X3), to Hidan helping her with sacrifing!~

Remember that I'm OCing the Gods! And I do not own any of the Gods or Kishimoto's characters!