X-mas special


"What kind of noise is that? Can't you even have a rest for five minutes in this shitty dirt shop?" Kakuzu only lifts his head briefly before he goes back to his bingo book without a word.
"Did I hear that correctly? This Jashinist, who is always cursing, demands quiet? What's going on with him, un?" Again, disturbed, Kakuzu lifts his head again, strokes his hand over his cheek with an annoyed look.
"Deidara. If you really want to know what he's doing, go and see, but don't bother me."
"Yes, yes, that's fine."
"Tobi saw how he brought a girl with him." Tobi is standing in the door frame and for his otherwise cranky manner he looks quite casual as he leans there.
"Well great. Since when has he been bringing the whores into the house, un" Kakuzu groans in annoyance, hits the back of the blond's head and then starts moving.
"It was called girl. Do you think Tobi thinks like us?"
“Why should he drag a child with him?” When entering the room, Sasori puts his cup on the table and examines the masked man.
"What's that to do with me? Hidan should do what he wants as long as he doesn't waste my time or money."

After a few quiet moments you can hear a clear, bright girl's voice echoing through the hallways.
"That hurts. I can't do it. It's too big. Please Hidan." Deidara's eyes widen and even Kakuzu doesn't seem to like it.
“Tobi thinks the girl needs help.” Sasori stands up, goes to the inveterate Jashinist's door and knocks.
"Can you tell us what this is going to be?"
"Don't give a shit and now piss off Püppi and go play with your blonde." Again tortured sounds from the girl penetrate the door and Sasori knocks again.
"Don't make a mess, the last time you left everything in the hallway and it sucks to step in your dirt." now the puppet artist moves away again, instructing Deidara not to interfere in the matter.
"But that's a little girl."
“Do you think if you bomb the villages no children will die?” The blue eyes look sadly at the ground.
"Somehow something's wrong, un."

"Hotaru. Hold still. Shit. If you fidget like that, you fall down." The Hidan's voice penetrates the hallway again.
"But it spikes and hurts and something sticks to my fingers." the girl whimpers again.
"Now don't act like that. The same thing with you every time. Soon I won't feel like you either. Then you can go back to your old man."
"Don't say that. I'm really good now, too. Just don't send me home." Calm returns, so calm that Even Itachi comes out of his room.
"Does he have this child with him again?"
“He often brings her with him?” Now Kakuzu is pricked up again and Kisame, who is standing next to his partner, explains.
"For a few months. Always between missions.He picks her up as soon as the report gets to Pain and she sneaks out when Hidan has to go on a mission for a longer period of time. That you, as his partner, don't know that amazes me. "
"What he does is irrelevant, unless he feeds this brat with our food."

A sudden rattle from Hidan's room and a pained cry from the child again attract attention.
"Didn't I tell you to stop fidgeting?" This is followed by a low, oppressive sob. Deidara's hand is already on the doorknob, but Sasori tries to pull him away, shaking his head.
“That he can't let it go even now.” Konan and Pain are now standing in front of the door and listening to the theater on the other side.
"Now I'm bleeding all over your bed."
"Fuck it. It doesn't matter now. As if you're doing it on purpose."
"But if I had just done what you said it wouldn't have happened." Another moment of silence.
"Oh, do you think? I think in any case that would have happened." Amazed, everyone takes a step backwards.
“Did you hear his tone of voice?” Even Kakuzu nods silently, now slowly seems to be interested in what is happening.
"He sounded absolutely loving, un."
"Not Hidan, he's a killer out of passion. It sounds macabre." Konan states calmly and Pain's question about what's going on behind the door is only answered with a shrug.
"Hasn't anyone looked in yet. Should Tobi have a look? Or Zetsu goes to look. Where is Zetsu anyway?" Everyone agrees with the idea that Zetsu should check it out and so Tobi goes looking for him and informs him.

Minutes pass again, then suddenly the girl screeches.
"You lousy little dirty wanker. Make sure you come out of my room or you will be part of Jashin sama's collection in a moment."
“What was that? I'm scared.” Kisame can't help but laugh when Zetsu appears in front of the group with a bleeding cheek.
"How amusing. She's in a room with Hidan, who knows what, and now says that she's scared."
"Kisame. If I were you ... wouldn't open the door so wide. Or ... do you want to be my next meal." Pain gestures that everyone should be quiet.
“So what is he doing?” Zetsu looks at the door, smiles knowingly and finally speaks, while he simply intends to leave.
"You have to look for yourself ... If I told you ... you wouldn't believe me ... So have fun."
"Um Leader sama? We're not really smarter now, un." Deidara tilts her head and waits for an answer, which degenerates into the Leader opening the door and pushing the blonde through.

With wide eyes he looks at the picture in front of him and first has to swallow hard. He had expected everything, but what was on offer just seemed bizarre."I already said that I can't do that. It's too big."
“I'm not doing this for myself, little one, so make sure you get ready.” Hidan only casually glances at the blonde, who is still struggling a bit.
"My arms are getting heavy and my hand still hurts." the girl whines now and Hidan answers irritably.
"Now put the damn star on top. You wanted a screwed up Christmas tree. Not me!" The petite girl in his arms is now trying harder, stretches further towards the tree and finally manages to do it. Then she notices the blonde in the doorway, looks down and grins broadly.
"He looks like mom used to describe an angel. Onii san? Does he have wings too?" the glow in the children's eyes didn't want to be destroyed, so Hidan just strokes her head.
"If he was once an angel, then he fell from heaven a long time ago and broke his wings." Slowly he sets the girl down, who runs up to Deidara and looks at him. Her gaze rests on his hands before her fingers try to catch his hair.

"Would you like to help? The tree is too big and the way Hidan always holds me, he crushes me. We just fell over with the tree and I injured my hand. You see?" Hidan smiles at the sight of the blonde, who still doesn't believe what he's seeing. Slowly he feels how he is being pushed aside from behind, probably to check the situation now.
“Can Tobi help too?” First Hotaru looks at him as if she had seen some kind of ghost, then she laughs out loud and nods.
"The mask looks funny." she finally realizes. She only incidentally notices how Hidan explains that she is a half-orphan who has to endure a similar fate as himself and that is why he takes care of her from time to time.
"Deidara? Are you an angel now?" The addressee smiles, says no and wants to know how she came up with this idea.
The petite girl takes a deep breath and then begins to tell.
"During my lifetime, mom always told me a story at Christmas and it goes like this:

A long time ago, when people were just born, the Lord decided to give everyone an angel for their protection. The people were grateful and happy about their companions, who were sometimes as small as a thumbnail and then again as big as a toddler. The angels guarded their protégés. They took care not to get too close to the danger and gave consolation, as well as that people shared their joy with them.
Whenever a new life was on the way, an angel would come, tell the mother and protect them both with a hand.
But one rule said that an angel only gets its true shape with the birth, the new soul. Until then each looked like the other.
Golden shimmering hair that lay like silk in the hand and bright blue eyes in which the sky was reflected.Wonderful white wings are said to adorn their backs.
So it came about that as the years passed, the people envied their figure, because they had blonde hair and blue eyes. A group of envious people began to catch the birth heralds, preventing them from returning to heaven by forcibly stealing their wings. Children born without Guardian Angels were lost souls, doomed to lead a very young life, so God decided not to tolerate this any longer.
Suddenly all the angels disappeared, only those whose wings had been torn off remained. Many did not understand and mourned their companions, begged those who were now called dead to explain it and condemned the guilty, but their master remained tough.
The Guardian Angels meanwhile watched as more and more pure souls ran into ruin, pleaded for their part to be allowed to return and were finally heard.
There should be one condition, however. No guardian angel would ever announce the birth again and it was never allowed to show oneself. It quickly became clear that one would consent and without really knowing it, only with the feeling of security that they were used to so often, people calmed down, accepted their fate and simply enjoyed the hope of knowing their angels around.
But soon those who really saw angels were all dead. Memories became narratives and they then became stories.
Only an angel got, long after the incident was allowed to show itself, was allowed to tell Mary the happy news and to remain invisible by the side of God's Son.
At the time of Jesus' birth, at a difficult time, a tiny angel decided to give gifts to people once a year. Only the good should experience his blessing, inconspicuous and invisible. Year for year.
It is also said among the angels that this little angel would always remain a child, could observe through the eyes of the descendants of the fallen and