Naruto One Shots

*Hidan* - Sanctified

A/n: this is a dark fic! This isn't a cute romance one shot.

Warnings: Dubcon, coercion, power imbalance, Hidan has ISSUES, different kinks (Fear play, degradation, ritualistic sex, choking, creampie, breeding?,

"There," I said to myself as I added the last of the salt my dish needed. "Now it's done." I smiled proudly and began to dig in. I was staying at an inn in the Land of Clouds, a healer traveling with a team of medics. We weren't loyal to any particular village — we just wanted to help people. That was enough for us.

As I enjoyed my meal, the storm outside began to take over. Thunder rumbled over the trees, and rain pelted the dirt road like it wanted to drown the whole world. I was down to my last few bites when the door to my room slammed open.

"Yn! Quick, we need you!" my squad leader barked.

I shoved the final bite into my mouth and grabbed my utility belt, following him out into the downpour.

"There was a huge fight about fifty meters north. One casualty, one injured, two escaped the battle," he briefed me as we ran.

When we arrived, I saw two men — bloodied, bruised, but alive. "We're medical ninjas," my captain said calmly. "We're just here to help."

"We don't need your help," the bigger one growled, clamping a hand over the neck of the other man.

"Kakuzu, shut your trap," the blond replied.

He turned toward me and flashed a smile, making my cheeks go warm. "We're fine, baby. But my neck sure hurts," he groaned.

The big one — Kakuzu — removed his hand and pressed his headband against the blond's neck. Kakuzu, I thought. That name... wasn't he in the Akatsuki?

Still, I stepped forward and smiled. "Can I take a look?"

The blond smirked at me. He didn't seem phased by pain — confident, maybe cocky, but strong. Maybe even misunderstood.

"Sure thing, baby," he said, pulling the headband away.

The wound was deep. Sloppy stitches. Not fatal, but rough. I didn't want to alarm him, so I stayed calm.

"Hey, fellas," my captain said suddenly. "We were told one casualty, one survivor, two escapees. Where's the body?"

I focused chakra into my palms and pressed them gently into the wound. "What exactly happened here?" I asked. The injury barely responded to my healing. Not normal. Something was off.

The man chuckled.

My captain and I exchanged a look. Kakuzu was tense. I knew what we were both thinking. Akatsuki.

But... they were still people. People who needed help. I couldn't walk away from that.

After a few minutes, I felt my chakra wearing thin, but the wound was stable. "I'd like to redo this stitching, if that's okay. The original's... functional. But if you don't want to scar..."

The blond laughed. "You hear that, Kakuzu? You did a shitty job!"

Kakuzu turned to glare, and I instantly flushed with panic.

"O-oh, I didn't mean it like that! It's very well done for someone who isn't a medic!" I stammered.

"Just fix the loudmouth so we can leave," Kakuzu muttered.

I nodded quickly, reaching for my stitching supplies. I worked carefully, snipping small sections and restitching each one cleanly.

"I'm sorry if this hurts. I didn't bring numbing cream," I offered gently.