(Non shippy, but very sad)

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(Green: Kakuzu
Magenta: Hidan)

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This world where Shinobi rule, the life in the hands of enemies. Civilian casualties. Only those who are in for the right of everyone else, get to have the fate which the Kami gambled with. Those who have strayed their path, gave the life they wanted and deserved another way, earn the other players fate.

"Where am I?" One spoke, hearts filled with silence and darkness. This is one of the ones whose fate was held against Kami. The price vile, and worthy of such a path he was sent to roam. Though this one deserved this fate for sins, but sins he committed he was not willing at first. Past lies dark within this one, a past where no one should enter or have lived. Fate has brought him into hell's hands, though what could have been was weighing it down.

"Did I die?" He spoke. The emptiness of hell was shining in his eyes, life flashing and slowly disappearing. He was not alone, but in more sense he was. Alone in the dark hell, but the other one was alone too.

"Hidan?" Hoarse voices echoed the surroundings. This one spoke of another, but another was not here. He was also alone, seeing his sins, feeling the pain which he had caused others to wither in. Hidan, was not here, and might not ever be.

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"Kakuzu?!" He was still there. Buried, in pain, and alone. He wanted to die, he always had. He knew his partner was long gone, he was not getting up anytime soon. He still called for him, wanting to see if somehow up there he could hear him. This one's life was not pretty, bloodshed and disgrace was coating his life. He was pure once, filled with innocence. Kami gave him one last gift before he was gone. The feeling that that he was not alone.
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"Kakuzu?!" He heard it, the first time in a long time. He was not sure if this was him. His negativity had clouded his mind throughout hell. The void was sucking all of his life, his feelings that he still wanted to stay. The one whom Hidan looked up to, couldn't believe that he would still call for him. He didn't believe that he was still there and waiting. He wanted to believe he was somewhere else, forgetting about him, and living a life he could have had.

"Kakuzu..."

His hands clenched. The older one was shaking. His hands were close to bleeding out nothing. He was not alive, he could not bleed nor feel the pain he had longed to feel. He believed. He believed what he heard. He wanted him to hear back, but all he was was a silent frown. A speck existing in hell, where no one was heard.

It had been long enough being here, and he could only imagine how long Hidan was there. He would never be able to be up here. He was stuck down there, alone, and talking to himself waiting for him to hear.

"Hidan.." He managed to say, but if it was useless, no matter how many times he could say his partners name, he wouldn't come back.

This particular man, a dark soul in hell. Had nothing to live for before. Spending days getting money, pleasing himself in that sense. Only shinobi could see how greedy he was, civilians strived for money, so it was the common thing. He had longed for purpose, leaving his village in search for what he needed. Breaking chains that bared his wrists, making his life a long one by abandoning what he loved most. 91 years and it still was not enough. 4 years and it was. 4 years he had somebody. In those four years, it was the most memorable time. It might have been a pain, but he would rather have spent his life not alone, than in the cold dark cell he was abandoned in.
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How much time has it been now? 2 hours, a year, a couple decades? All he knew was that he didn't hear him again. He waited and waited all through hell. The voice was gone, and so was the seniors' pride.
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The young one, lived for 2 decades underground. He was gone, his body was decomposed, but it didn't end. His soul roamed his burial. He was still immortal, and he couldn't leave the painful surface. He was stuck, for as long as time.

It had been 20 years since his downfall. He couldn't remember anymore. He lost the door to what he could have had. He ate the key of what has been. He was now nothing living, but now, he could hear him too.

"Hidan."
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He would never forget. He couldn't forget 91 years. He couldn't forget his sins, and the people he had made suffer. He couldn't forget him. He died trying to finish a mission. Alongside him, was the other who died. He didn't forget him, but he forgot the name. He forgot the identity that showered that one. He forgot everything about who the man was, but remembered the symbolism he held.
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He couldn't hear him anymore. All his hope for some kind of reassurance was gone. He doesn't even know if it was him anymore. Him, the one whom he lived for. He had no name. He was just a figure of imagination that kept him going, someone who he longed to be acknowledged by.
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The two forgot. It now is no one. No one they knew or remembered. That is when he was finally free. Leaving his memory, letting him go.
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Hidan was in a void now. Though he wasn't even sure of his own name. He knew nothing besides sin. He knew nothing, besides this dark abyss.

Eye contact. The green and magenta met. Eyes that have met before, shed tears long ago, and eyes that were soulless pupils now.
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"Who are you?" Green spoke. He has been here for many years, and now he was not alone.

"I don't know anymore" Magenta responded, sitting next to green. Silence.

"I can finally watch this now." Green started shivering. His eyes sparkled with a tear. A tape in his hand that had the words "K's memories" and another one on the shelf "H's memories." plastered on. He waited so long to watch it. He wanted to remember. There were two tapes. Each had their own story. Each they forgot, but waited for in the end.

He waited, because he didn't want to watch alone.

He waited because he would finally be able to remember.