more scraps. I ran across this while looking for something in a completely unrelated folder (I was so paranoid about people finding my fic, lol), and I actually *loved* the concept. Even though the writing still sucks.
In spite of the fact I'm no longer a part of fandom, I do check through the Konan stories about once a month, and I'd love to see someone who still loves the manga to maybe adopt one of my ideas. XD So... PM me if you see something you like, and I can bless you and all you endeavor for? xD

When she came to, she was floating on a current of air. An invisible sun was bathing her in light-waves of gentle warmth, and she stretched, allowing every inch to be drenched. She had memories - very distant ones - of paper and blood and clouds and sometimes all three, but when she tried to seize one from her consciousness, they floated away, far out of reach. She gave up, and allowed herself to be bourne away.

And then, just when she was ready to truly fall asleep - for this had only been a brief respite from a longer dream of Death - she started to fall. Her eyes snapped open to see the world turned upside-down and warped with sleek tendrils of skyless night. They caught her, seized her, and dragged her into the darkness.

"They called you Angel, didn't they?" The voice that stirred her from unconsciousness was silky and powerful, each word spoken precisely, though with their endings lazily clipped off. She opened her eyes and they drifted about, bleary, before settling on the man before her. He smiled, clasped his hands and bobbed his head in a gesture of respect. She realized that she should probably do the same, but she was firmly ensconced in the darkness that had captured her an uncalculable time earlier. "Don't fight it," he warned, the smile slipping off his face. "It will erode your essence. That is all you are any more. You died a very long time ago. I must say, it was a spectacular departure. All of your destruction and hate, concentrated, released. Marvelous. I would have adopted you earlier, had I known you contained such malevolence, but - before you ask, we do have a mutual associate, and I have a reason for bringing you here. I would have had him explain it, but he is rather in awe of me." He chortled, mostly to himself.

...

JASHIN Y'ALL. THE GUY IS JASHIN. I can't remember why Hidan was asking about Konan, though thinking about how ambiguously this sets the scene, it could probably go anywhere. Reincarnation somehow. A do-over. Alternate universe. Spirit sex. Whatever. (And now that I'm remembering all this jazz, go look up a picture called "This Sweet Blasphemy" on dA. It definitely had a hand in this.)

So, yeah. Let me know.

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