His fingers searched the skin on your back, gracefully tracing the black tattoos that spiraled along your back. The tattoos that were painfully etched into your skin since birth.

Hidan, your fiancé, was supposed to die on your wedding day.

Supposed to, anyway.

There was a curse on you. Whoever you married would die before night came. It was the same with all of your family. Then the man would die. It was called the "Widow Curse."

It was supposedly "noble" to marry anyone from your family. An honor, you could say. Every year, a girl from your feminine family would be used as a prize for the best man in the village. He was to show grace, kindness, care, and be strong. These traits would go to the child, which was always a girl.

Every a girl from your family, would be the prize in a tournament. Your family liked to keep the tournament local, because they hated foreigners.

Then Hidan appeared.

Hidan was already handsome. His white hair suited him well, especially when slicked back like he wore. However, he was loud, rude, and sexist.

Your family loved him.

It wasn't his personality they liked. They only swooned over his good looks. They wanted him to win so your daughter was beautiful like him. You refused.

He was forced into the tournament and won.

Then here you were. Shivering under the touch of his cold fingers, hating every moment of your night with him. You were glad he would be dead by morning, so you could have your child and live the rest of your life alone in the Main House.

Hidan slowly lowered the top of your wedding kimono off. You felt him remove the ceremonial pin. It was set aside and your hair relaxed from its previously tight bun.

His lips dragged across the back of your neck. You bit your lip to keep yourself from releasing a moan.

His hands rested on your waist. They wrapped around your body and pulled you close to Hidan's body. He kissed your head and whispered, "I have a confession."

You seriously hoped he couldn't have children.

"I am an immortal. No matter what this curse does to me, I won't feel the pain and I won't die."

He kissed your ear, "So you and me will have a lot more fun together than you realize."

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"I want a divorce!" you cried to your mother. Tears spilled from the corner of your eyes.

"What?" asked your mother shocked.

"He didn't die!" you cried.

"Th-That's impossible!"

You sobbed and covered your arms. You fell to your knees.

"Baby girl, what's wrong?!" cried your mother.

"He.... He's so cruel...." you whispered.

"We'll see what we can do about it...." said your mother.

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Divorces in your village were very, VERY legal. Your village had a judge to determine whether or not two people would divorce. If they do, they were not allowed to remarry each other, to save trouble for the judge.

You met with the judge secretly with your mother.

"Cruel? Like how?"

"The.... The things he says to me, when we're alone.... They're just horrible....! Disgusting...."

"I won't allow this divorce to go through," said the judge smugly.

"B-But why?!"

"Think about what you're asking. He didn't die on your wedding night, and he says rude things to you. Is that enough for a divorce?" she said.

Apparently not.

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Hidan's breath was heavy. Nightmares again.

One thing about Hidan, that you learned very quickly, was that he had nightmares very often. When he did, he would claw into your arm and his whole body would burn. Then he'd talk in his sleep and grip onto the closest thing: you.

The nightmares were the only thing that made you think you could ever feel sympathy towards Hidan.

"Stop...." he whispered. His iron grip tightened on your body.

"Don't....touch her.... __________.... is mine...."

You looked up at the sleeping white haired man, shaking.

"You touch her.... I'll claw your fucking throat out.... Hurt her.... I'll do worse...." he seethed. You felt his nails puncture the skin of your arm.

Then he was awoken by the sound of a crowing cock. You didn't say anything. You just watched, wide eyed as he stood up and dressed himself.

"Where....are you going?"

His red eyes flashed, "Out."