Just letting everyone know that this is NOT going to be a story filled with romance between the OC's and the Akatsuki. This is going to be vastly different from any story concerning the Akatsuki that you've probably ever read. It's going to be a very family-oriented story filled with diapers and toddlers and angsty teens. I am going to base my experience as a young (teen) mom (in the sense of being a first-time mom, this character's background is vastly different than mine) and apply it to the story. I want to try to make it as authentic as possible, but I am always open for suggestions. The beginning will be very eh, but I promise I will make it better later on. Alright, here we go!
For an 18-year-old, I was pretty damn successful, I suppose you can thank my parents for that. They're dead, but still. After they passed away, I inherited everything from them; their wealth, their businesses, and basically, everything they own. As sad as it was to see them go, I was pretty pleased of what came into my possession. It was great knowing that I wouldn't have to struggle to survive, but I was going to make sure I would contribute to the people who are struggling. I guess that exact kindness is what got me in the situation I am about to find myself into.
You see, I donate to many charities, but the one's I focus on are the organizations that assist with young teens who are pregnant and who struggle to keep themselves well fed and sheltered. Sometimes I would even go to visit the soon-to-be-mothers. It was how I met these young mothers, ten of them to be exact, who I resonated with strongly.
Vanessa Greer was a meek 17-year-old, who still attended high school. She had long brown hair that fell past her shoulders and the greenest eyes I've ever seen. She was terrified of becoming a mother. Her parents were furious with her when they found out and were very adamant that they would not support the child in any way. Her boyfriend bailed as soon as he found out. She was too scared to get an abortion, despite her parents insisting she has one, and she worried about giving her newborn to complete strangers. I recommended she stop reading all those news articles about those awful people who abuse the children they adopt. She was the farthest along in her pregnancy. 39 weeks along.
Violet Austin was a 19-year-old who already had two kids of her own, all from different fathers. She was a single mother who worked two jobs to support the kids she already has and was unsure if she would be able to support another one. I want to make sure she had access to birth control after her current pregnancy. She had hazelnut eyes and dirty blonde hair
Patricia Reed was 18-years-old and fresh out of high school. Two months from now she is supposed to attend her local college and enroll as a freshman. She got a fulltime ride for an art scholarship and she was desperate not to lose it over a newborn but was too intimated to give it up. She had blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
Candice Holloway was 16-years-old who was still in high school. She lived with her elderly grandparents who supported whatever decision she decided to make. She was scared to burden her grandparents with her mistakes and her on-and-off boyfriend wasn't much help either. She had short black hair and brown eyes.
Lora Thomas was a 24-year-old woman who had some issues with the law. She had a habit of selling drugs to just about anyone willing to buy and was currently on probation for her most recent offense. It seemed one of the guards at the prison she was serving in got her pregnant; he's currently being prosecuted against for possible other affairs with the other prisoners. She had orangish-red hair that fell in curls along her back, with light blue eyes.
Nora Chavez was a 22-year-old woman who has a history of drug abuse. Ever since her pregnancy we've helped her to become as clean as possible. She sees a counselor and has monthly drug screenings but is a high risk for a relapse after the pregnancy. She hates how she feels so emotionally dependent on drugs but she has difficulty coping without them. She has brown hair and light brown eyes.
Marion Cortez was a 20-year-old prostitute. When I first came across her, I did my best to make sure she stayed off the streets. I even had to relocate her to another city since her pimp kept following her everywhere. I set her up as a receptionist at one of the small businesses I now own and rented her a small apartment for her stay at with just the bare necessities. I want her to be able to do things herself once she has income coming in. She was so happy, she cried for hours. She was also unsure about having a baby.
Cynthia Keller was a 21-year-old college student who was majoring in Computer Science and wanted absolutely nothing to do with the baby. To her, nothing was more important than getting her degree and rising through the ranks in her career paths. I can understand where she's coming from, but I wish she'd give more thought into what exactly she's going to do about it first before dismissing it.
Debra Johnston was 23-years-old and worked as a fulltime librarian at a public library. She was not pregnant by choice, unfortunately. She was attacked one night after locking up the library and walking towards her car. The man raped her and left her in the parking lot, clothes ripped apart and her body abused and violated. She knows it's not the baby's fault, but she can't help the feeling of repulsion that consumes her every time she thinks about it. She doesn't feel fit enough to care for it after it's born.
Marcella Harrison was 25-years-old and worked as a stripper. She felt it was the easiest and quickest way to get her though college and pay for any expenses needed. Most days she went home with about $1,000 a night. She wasn't sure how she was going to keep her job now that she was pregnant. She was searching everywhere for a fulltime job in her area. She didn't think she'd be able to support a newborn who needed a lot of attention.
I met these woman on separate occasions and had gotten pretty close to them. I told them that if they needed anything, to just let me know. I don't know if they all met up together or something, because they all came at me with the exact same question:
Would you adopt my baby?
I was floored when they asked me that. Because why on earth would they ask an 18-year-old to be the adoptive parent to their babies? I understand that I would be able to provide them all with a good home and make sure they are well fed and taken care of, I can financially support them, but do I want to? Do I really want to take on the responsibility of taking care of 10 infants when I can barely even get myself out of my own bed? It's one thing to wipe your own ass, it's another thing to wipe 10 different little butts. Am I really prepared to be thrusted into parenthood so quickly? As I looked at every one of their individual faces, seeing the look of hope and desperation in their eyes, I knew that I was royally fucked. Because damnit, how can I refuse them.
Resigned to my dreadful fate, I agreed. Let me tell you, the amount of paper work I had to do, and how I needed to prove to the courts that I was more than capable to providing for 10 infants was so much work, those babies better damn well be the cutest little shits ever!
Now how the hell was I going to explain this to my boyfriend that I am now going to be the mama to these babies? Ugh, he's going to throw such a bitch fit.
Well, hope you guys liked it! Give me suggestions on what the new names of the Akatsuki should be. I'm not very good at name. Oh! In this world, there is no such thing as Naruto or anything related to their world. They don't exist in this world. So, some regular names are preferred. Thank you for your time! Reviews are love even if it's just criticism. Let me know what you guys want to see in the later chapters.
