Third person pov

Meatball Kyle was suspicious of Hidan.

He was vulgar, and rude, and he spoke without thinking. He was clearly a dangerous person, and he was harsh, and brash, and he seemed like the type of guy who'd do dumb shit without a plan. Meatball Kyle didn't like people who did dumb shit without a plan.

This kid who'd adopted him, Hollow, was precious. Absolutely precious. She was by far the purest thing the hamster had ever see in his entire life. She shouldn't be hanging out with some criminal who was an asshat, although she did seem to care for him quite a bit, even going so far as to compare him to a father. And it had made the man shut up, so maybe he felt she was his daughter. 

"This place ain't no place for a child." Meatball Kyle said as they walked through the hideout. He was on Hollow's shoulder: his new favorite perch. The place Hollow lived wasn't a house, but an underground network of filthy stone tunnels. They were dusty, and clearly nobody had been bothering to clean them. It made him scowl. This was a damn child!

"O-Oh, I think i-it's quite n-nice." Hollow smiled brightly, and Hidan felt his lips quirk up. This kid was a literal ray of sunshine, and he was fine with that too. She was absolute gold. He was going to make her into a badass. That way she could fend for herself. But other than that, she was a bean. A precious and adorable little human. One he'd been put in charge of. 

"Let's put your shit away." Hidan threw open the door to their room, trudging for the dresser. Hollow shuffled in after him, brightening when she was that Shisui had been waiting around for her. He seemed to brighten upon her arrival too, grinning and drifting over to the girl. 

"Hey, Hollow. How was it? You get some clothes?" Shisui asked. Hollow was small, and she was in the middle of a base full of dangerous criminals. Hidan was one of those criminals, and while Shisui didn't think he'd do anything, he wasn't willing to let his suspicions go. He was worried for her, and rightfully so.

"I-It was fine. Thank you, S-Shisui." Hollow smiled and ducked her head. Meatball Kyle looked at Hidan questionably, but the man said nothing, simply glancing over.

"Sasoidai and Midori are with Sasori, and Yahiko is sitting in on a meeting between Pein and Konan while they talk about you. I didn't want to leave you alone with this chucklehead." Shisui rolled his eyes at Hidan. "And I see you got a pet."

"T-This is Meatball Kyle." Hollow brightened. "H-He had the v-voice of a well-educated, tax-paying man!"

"...I see." Shisui's nose scrunched up.

"Hollow, who the fuck are you talking to? Don't tell me you're as crazy as the rest of th' idiots hanging around these parts." Meatball Kyle gave HIdan a very, very pointed look. The Jashinist just scowled, scoffed and rolled his eyes. Whatever. That hamster could go burn in a fire. Hidan had made a damn mistake allowing Hollow to bring that thing along with them.

"S-Shisui." Hollow smiled a hesitant and shy smile. "H-He's a ghost."

"She sees dead shit." Hidan shoved a shirt into the drawer. "It's hella badass, and metal."

"...Right." Meatball Kyle blinked. A dangerous criminal organization had somehow managed to get their hands on a kid that could see ghosts? That was a useful skill, and if was in the wrong damn hands too. They could do so much with that skill. Too much, really, and it scared him a little. This girl was naive, and she was trusting. She'd do anything she was asked in a heartbeat.

"She's also got a Light Goddess thingy in her." Hidan waved a hand back at them as he shoved more socks into the drawer, his nose scrunched up with concentration as he tried to get them to sit straight and neat.

If hamsters could blanch, Meatball Kyle would have.

They had an innocent little girl with a light goddess that could see dead shit.

Fuck.