Howling laughter filled the air as they slammed a frail, smashed body into a wall, his blood covering most of it already. The young man was picked up and shoved into the corner of it without mercy, his back snapping forward.

His nose was twisted and bent as blood surged from it, a fist forcefully crashed into the side of his face causing him to stumble and fall to the ground. His body crashed to the floor with a sickening crunch, landing in a small pool of his own blood and sweat.

Much to the guard’s disappointment, no pain-stricken screams filled the air only the audible thud of his head smacking against the grim coated floor. He kept his eyes closed, silver locks falling over his eyes. And he played dead.

“I think we really did a number on him ay?” a voice hollered out, its tone full of amusement

Hidan stayed silent and unmoving, his hand twitching slightly as a drip of blood traveled slowly down the side of his face. Another let out a throaty sigh “I guess… hmm, oh well! The scum bag deserved it!” he could hear the rough scuff of the man’s boot as it slid across the floor

“Should we go before someone sees?” a small voice chided, Hidan cold feel all eyes on him

“‘Suppose…” the man from before murmured, muffling a cough from behind his hand “’reckon he’s infected us with insanity…”

The group joins in him in a cackle, four… five voices… Hidan can here five of them as they continue to bellow out a laugh. The sharp squeak of their boots echoed through Hidan’s head like a searing railroad spike, they turned on their heels and begin to march off down the hallway.

Of course, not before one gives Hidan a rough kick in his ribs causing him to let out a choke as blood filled his throat.

The footsteps began to fade away, much to Hidan’s pleasure. He forced himself into a sitting position, his arms and legs quivering as he rested his back up against the slimly wall with a grimace. Using both hands, he snapped his nose back in place with a disgusting crack. He wiped away the blood from his nose and mouth with the back of his hand, snorting and hacking up blood.

“Dumb fucks…” Hidan smirked and stood up with a wince “Tch, this is nothing. They’ve obviously never met a masochist before…” he let out a hollow laugh

This is what he was reduced to? Talking to himself? He hadn’t even been in this hellhole one day and he already resorted to insanity, not that most thought he wasn’t already.

He ran his hand over his forehead, enjoying the feeling as his sweaty fingertips brushed over an open wound making it sting. So that’s why blood was running into his eyes. Hidan rubbed his eyes, trying to rid them of the blood gushing from his open wounds. He blinked rapidly and shook his head, blood and sweat flying in every direction as he did so.

The blood was making his vision blurry and impaired, he let out a low groan and slid his hands across the wall trying to find his way out of wherever they had lead him to. Hidan grimaced as his hands ran over a pile of sludge stuck to the wall, hoping it was nothing too disgusting.

“Hey you!!” Hidan instantly perked up, not knowing where to look until his hands were yanked away from the wall the be held tightly in someone else’s

“where do you think you’re going scum?! Trying to escape?!” the gravelly voice growled out

Hidan let a smirk grace his lips “… oh fuck, you bloody got me…” He wouldn’t even try explaining why he was here

Handcuffs were clamped around his wrists, jingling softly as the chains smacked against each other “guess I did, but you people never seem to learn that no one, and I mean no one, ever escapes from high-security prison…and I guess you guys’ll never learn”

Hidan’s smirk was still plastered on his face “I guess not fucktard” he gave the guard a thumbs up in his general direction, only to be promptly punched in the face

Hidan was basically thrown across the room as the guard grabbed him by the shoulder and lead him out, whispers echoed throughout the room as the hands on his shoulders kept him walking forward. Words like ‘new guy’ and ‘look at him’ filled the air as he continued to trudge down the hall, his head kept low and his eyes trying to focus on keeping the blood out of them.

Hidan fell on a mixture of his shoulder and his head as he was shoved callously into a lifeless cell, hitting the ground with a loud clap. He smirked as the sound of the cell gates closed with a metallic clang, savoring the sound that rang through his mind. He rubbed at his wrists, finding the handcuffs gone. The room was dirty and smelly, having only the basics of what you would expect to see. There was a sink, a toilet, and a shattered mirror, all covered in grime, and not far off was a small window, allowing the moonlight to spread its gaze on only a small portion of the floor.

“They get you too?” a gruff voice from the back of the room rumbled out from within the darkness

“Yeah so? what the fuck’s it to ya?” Hidan snapped, staring into the darkness with malicious eyes

A low chuckle “nothing I suppose…” the voice murmured “nice scars, ‘m guessing that the new guards got ya? The inexperienced brats think they run this place and do whatever they please”

“Fuck them all to hell!” Hidan screeched, glaring out at a guard as the ‘innocently’ stalked past his cell

Another laugh, Hidan was being to wonder if he was amusing this person. Out of the darkness, a tanned, sweat slicked palm extended to Hidan. Slowly, Hidan placed his hand in the others with out hesitation. His fingers feeling the rough stitches across and over the other's hand with wonder, the rich dark voice almost sounded sexy as it came out in an amused tone

“The name’s Kakuzu, what about you kid?”