A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this chapter because there were so many ideas and things I can do to Hidan. I imagine him to be a really big masochist, just because he is a Jashinist. It sounds a little awkward at some parts, and I apologize for that.

Now, the only members left are Konan and Kakuzu. Thing is, I don't have anything written for them. If you would like me to continue and come up with something for them, I'd be more than happy to, but if not, I will leave it as is and deem it as complete. Leave your thoughts down in the reviews, cause I'd really like to know. But as of now, thank you all so much for reading and especially to those of you who reviewed. Stay tuned because I will have another AkatSaku drabble fic coming out soon!

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This chapter is rated M because of course language and suggestive themes. So if you do not like those things, please do not read this.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, although it would bring me bliss if I did.

Hidan - Jashin Save Me

Word Count: 412

If she continues on like that, I'm going to go fucking insane. All the little swear words coming out of her pretty little mouth, seriously... I'm close to throwing her up against the wall and having my goddamned way with her.

Hearing all the swear words pouring from those plump, pink lips I'd like to ravish so much is making my stomach flip fucking shit. And speak of the devil, there she is now. The familiar sound of her feet pounding on the ground never fails to get a reaction out of me. I struggle to hold down a loud moan as she comes into view in her little training outfit that was but a bit overly provocative.

"HIDAN, GET THE FUCK OVER HERE BEFORE I DRAG YOU HERE BY YOUR FUCKING BALLS!"

A low moan escapes me. Jashin, this woman cannot be anymore perfect.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT, I SWEAR TO GOD WHEN I FUCKING FIND YOU I WILL RIP YOU APART LIMB BY LIMB AND TEAR YOU A NEW FUCKING ASSHOLE YOU INSUFFERABLE SON OF A –"

Apparently, I spoke too soon. I stay silent, glancing at the tent that was painfully standing at attention, restrained by pants that were all too tight. My eyes are then torn away from the bulge to the sight standing in front of me. Here she stood in all her glory. This has got to be the best fucking picture I have seen in my goddamned life, seriously. Sakura stands in front of me, hands on her curvy hips, the medic shorts barely covering enough. Not that I'm complaining. Looking up at her, I was greeted by her flushed face, a tell-tale sign of her fury. Her hair was tousled in such a sexy way – and suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks. I stopped breathing... Fuck me, she had sex hair. And she was nothing less of fucking beautiful.

"Hidan..." she growled in a low, angry, and way too seductive tone. I didn't know it was possible to be this hard.

"What... the FUCK... did you do to MY FUCKING CLOTHES?!" She screamed while clutching tightly at her torn tank top, pulling it in a way that gave me a fantastic view of the top of her perky breasts. I let out a strangled groan. She lurched forward and grabbed my shirt and jerked me forward harshly. Remembering her inhumane strength, I felt pleasure shoot through my spine.

Jashin, save me.