It wasn’t everyday that Ino ran into an Akatsuki member– Itachi rarely came into his own village, and if there was anything that had to be done in Konoha, it was usually Itachi-nii that followed through with it, having the other members stay away.
Ino didn’t know why, never asked. Yet, whenever she happened to bump into one of the famed members– Hidan, (Hinata had a book with all of their names in it along with a picture, and Sasuke talked on and on about how his big brother founded this organization and how only the best Shinobi could be on it), she froze.
Heart thudded loudly in her ears and her nervous habit of playing with blonde locks, the colour of a soft cornfield and baby blues darted upwards before she bowed in an apologetic manner.
“I-I am so sorry– I wasn’t looking where I was going– I I’m sorry.”
it was days like this he reveled in, where the sun shined softly but warmly amongst a few small, scattered clouds. a wind would blow every now and then, quietly, whisking away the heat to bask over the river as needed. birds pecked at the ground for struggling pink worms and rabbits frequented across the dirt roads of the town, disappearing just as quickly as they had appeared. a child’s laughter was heard, giving the silent breezes a youthful (albeit obnoxious) ring to their silent tune.
truly, a day for dreaming and relaxing, which he found himself with little time to do so. as a mercenary, hidan was not one to have anything even as small as idle minutes, his hands always full of the dirty work of others. those hands never quite grasped the coin given in exchange for these uneasy tasks, but if he was being truthful (as he always is), he didn’t really care for the payment anyways. a mission meant a target, and a target was a necessary device to his passion.
even his passion did not rest, always lurking around his mind in one corner or another, and today was no different from any other day. he had come here, a sad little village that he hadn’t visited once in his life, to spread thisway of life he had.
and it seemed that fate had already given him a candidate, even if she was timid and fearful. he lowered himself to her eye level, a hand on his hip and another on his chin to ponder her.
