Yugakure was far, far behind him now.

   He slaughtered his neighbors, those pitiful former shinobi. But he didn't murder the civilians. How could he? They were innocent. They did nothing wrong. Hidan sat behind a waterfall as he nibbled through some old jerky, a spike impaled through his heart. It was official now. He was sixteen years old and an S-Class criminal. Hidan yanked the spike from his chest and leaned back with a sigh.

   He didn't really know what he would do now. He... didn't necessarily plan this through, but Hidan was content. He was free of that stupid village and that was all that mattered. Hidan's fingers curled around the hilt of his scythe and he swung to the side.

   "Would you like to tell me why you've been here for the past, oh I don't know, fifteen fucking minutes?"

   The stranger stepped to the side in the shadows and pushed the blades of the weapon away.

   "I was merely observing your... interesting ritual." came a light, airy voice. Hidan scoffed, stood, and turned around, not minding the blood that poured from his chest. His scythe came to a rest on his shoulder.

   "Of course you were, chickadee. Now tell me why you're here or I'll please my god with another sacrifice."

   All was silent for a few moments before the stranger took a step forward. The first thing Hidan saw were the cream-lined crimson clouds on a pure black cloak. Akatsuki. The person took a fe more steps forward. It was a woman-a very beautiful woman-with a large amber eyes flecked with gray.

   My, this book is rather descriptive. And very steered towards this woman.

   Her lavender-blue hair framed her hear-shaped face softly.

   "My name is Konan, the right hand of the leader of the Akatsuki. I'm here to extend and invitation into our ranks. Will you join?"

   Hidan couldn't refuse.

   The rest of the chapter explained his induction- all that I remember clearly. Hidan's story was far more interesting than I ever imagined, and it was only the beginning. I turned to the next chapter.

   Chapter 50- Age Sixteen: As the Days Pass By