This is my first fanfic, so I welcome any and all constructive criticism. I had originally planned on this being a one shot, but after I looked at the length I figured it might be better broken into two chapters. There is a lemon in the second chapter, fair warning. The first chapter is basically condensed background information. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or any of the characters from the show. Beauty however is my own creation ^^ As is Ryu, Hoshi, Toshi, Suki, and Sayuri.


A soft sigh escaped from two full, pink lips as the last of the sun was hidden and small wet drops began to fall from the sky. The morning hadn't showed much promise for rain, but Beauty had predicted, correctly once again, that there would be. She had always loved the 'dreary' weather. Never understanding why some saw it as such. Every time lightening cracked through the sky, she could feel a surge of energy. Thunder was the perfect beat to dance to. And of course, she couldn't help but enjoy the childish practice of puddle hopping.

"Beauty!" The shrill call woke her from a happy daze, "Come quick! It's father!"

Without a moment's thought, she dropped the bucket of freshly picked raspberries and high-tailed it to her home. She could hear the cry of her father within the back bedroom of their small, but comfortable house. When her eyes landed on the scene before her, her mind went blank. The medic nins had surrounded the large man laid up on the bed. There was so much blood she barely recognized him as Toshi, her father. Her mind was in such turmoil she missed Hoshi, the top medic for the village, shaking his head and moving away from his brother.

"Daddy!" She fell to her knees next to the dying man, and was hardly aware of the tears mixing with the rain on her sweet face, or her own brother moving behind her and placing a large hand on her trembling shoulder.

"Ryu, my son, leave us. I need to speak with Beauty." Toshi's voice had always been booming, demanding obedience without actually saying so. However, now it was weak, and seemed forced. None the less, Ryu nodded and along with the other men in the room, left his father and young sister, knowing he would never speak with the man again.

"Oh daddy …how?! …why?!" She could barely manage to get the few words through her heavy sobs.

"My dear…do not fret. I'll soon be with Suki." The girl sobbed harder at the name of her mother, whom had only left this world 6 months earlier from an attack on the village. The same attacker that would soon claim her father's life. The difference this time though, they had caught and executed the man. The would tell this to the girl later, but it would bring no solace in knowing, "But I cannot leave before you know…" he paused to squeeze her hand, forcing her shining green eyes to meet has dark chocolate ones, "…I love you so much…we all have from the moment you came into our lives. You must know that. Suki could not have another child after Ryu. We tried, but it just wasn't meant to be. She wanted a baby girl so bad, it almost killed her…but then fate gave us you…" She didn't understand. If they couldn't have more children after Ryu, then how…her eyes grew wide at the thought that entered her mind.

"But if…then that means…I can't be…" Her trembling lips and dizzy head couldn't, no, it wouldn't wrap around the thought.

"Yes. We found you in the rain, tucked into a small basket. We also found…a letter. In our hearts, you are ours…" she could see it was becoming more difficult for him to breath, as he tried to cough but no sound was made, "…but you…needed to know. The letter…in the…jewelry…box. It will help…I…love you…" the last words were only mouthed, and the once bright light left his eyes with a final squeeze of her hand.

"Daddy! NO!" She screamed as her brother broke back into the room, with Hoshi by his side. The older man held his brother's hand for a moment before looking up at Ryu. Instantly understanding, a tear slipped from his eye before he grabbed Beauty, wrapping his strong arms around her. She turned around banging her fists against his broad chest. Each hit growing weaker until she slumped against his form, slipping into unconsciousness.

One Year Later…

It had been a long, hard year…today marked the anniversary of my father's death. His last words played like a broken record in my head, as well as the words that had neatly been written on the letter I found snugly tucked into my mother's jewelry box. I still found it frustrating to think that somewhere out there, I had another family. The note had said my birth mother, Sayuri, had been ill. And by now she would have been long dead. There was a pang deep inside at this knowledge. Even though I had never known the woman, she made sure that I would have a loving home. A mom, a dad, and a brother. Given me up to a woman that was not able to have a daughter herself. She could have left me at an orphanage, with a cold, bleak, and unforeseeable future. But she didn't. I couldn't hate a woman that loved me that much.

My biological father, however, might still be alive. He didn't know I existed, according to the letter, and for the past year I awoke each day with his name on my lips…Nagato. I had made up my mind to find him. Why else would daddy tell me unless he wanted me to know this man?

But I was afraid. How would I find him? I couldn't tell Ryu, he'd never allow it. I hadn't even told him what father said to me that day.

I shuddered, remembering the horrific sight.

It was going to hard, and dangerous. I was no ninja, like the rest of my family. Of course they had sent me to the academy. But the mere thought of harming another made my ill. I couldn't even be a medic. The first time I saw a classmate in a fight and break his nose, I fainted.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Daddy always said I had looked like a doll. My strawberry blonde hair fell in soft curls, making its way down my back, stopping just below my waist line and framing my round face. I'd let it grow since daddy passed away since he always said he liked my hair long. But for now I threw it up in a messy bun, just to get it out of the way. My lips were full and pink; my nose small and straight. Dark emeralds framed with thick, lightly colored lashes made up my eyes. My eyebrows were thin and nicely shaped, matching my hair. I really couldn't complain. Mother had made sure both her children had self-esteem. She said if we didn't love and respect ourselves, no one else would either.

I quickly swept the mascara brush over my lashes, temporarily dyeing them black making my eyes stand out even more. I was never one that liked to wear a lot of make-up, but I also hated how it looked like I didn't have eyelashes with it. It was the only feature I'd ever wanted to change.

I walked unhurriedly to my wardrobe finding some sensible clothing and neatly placing them in my brown back-pack. I slipped on some plain sandals that matched those I had always seen mother wear on her missions, and checked my reflection one more time.

I let out a sad laugh as I studied myself. I had always wondered why I stood out so much from my family. Daddy and Ryu were both over 6', and even mother was 5'10". I stood at a measly 5'2". For my height, my legs were long and strong, not thin but they were toned from running, they ended at wide hips. A waist that, while not tiny by any means, was still enough to add an hourglass shape. Then there was my chest. I'd always hated the inappropriate size, but over time I had accepted that I couldn't do anything to change them. I had often found myself envious of women, such as my mother, that had smaller breasts. There was no upside to being forced to support DDD's. They're heavy, and men never look you in the eye, and every shirt looks slutty. My skin was permanently pale. The rest of my family would sport tans during the summer, but I only burned in the sun. My eyes continued to search over my body, seeing the differences even more pronounced now that I knew why.

I quickly turned away from my reflection, grabbing my pack and heading to the door. There was no need to hurry. Ever since daddy passed, Ryu kept busy with missions and helping out in town. Avoiding being home as much as possible. He had accepted a new mission recently, graciously given by Uncle Hoshi, that would allow him to be gone for a month. He had left a week ago, effectively skipping entirely over this nightmarish day.

As I stepped outside the house, I could feel the rain splashing down on me. It easily hid my tears. I shook my head, speeding towards the forest. I may not be a ninja, but I had learned enough to control my chakra, allowing for an incredible speed, faster than even Ryu. I couldn't fight, but I was sure I could outrun almost any threat.

I stopped in every town I came across. Mentioning the name given in the letter, Nagato, to anyone I spoke to. If I was asked about where I was headed to, I would state that I was going to meet my friend, Nagato, whom I hadn't seen in a while. Or maybe that I was passing through because Nagato suggested I may like to see this village. Sometimes it was that I had heard that my father's friend Nagato might live here and I was sent to inform him of my father's passing. Whatever excuse I used I never gave the true motive to find him, and was careful to gauge reactions to hearing his name.

I was also careful not to let anyone know who I was either. Just in case Ryu or Uncle Hoshi were looking for me. I would tuck my hair in a hat, or twist it up and pin so it always looked shorter, and I never used my real name. I wouldn't even use names from women I'd known. I always used a different name, never repeating a previous identity.

After 6 month I was starting to think that maybe he had died, or that Sayuri made the name up. No matter where I went, no one had ever heard of him. It was just after my 21st birthday, so I decided to stop in a local pub to celebrate, even if I was alone. I didn't pay attention to the name on the building, just went inside and grabbed an empty stool at the bar and ordered some sake. It wasn't over crowded, but it wasn't exactly empty either.

"What's a cute little thing like you doing all alone in a place like this?" I didn't bother to turn to look at the man.

"Just getting a drink and then I'll be leaving." I hoped he would get the hint…he didn't.

"Why don't you let me buy you another?" He began to wave to barkeep over.

"Thank you, but no. I'm in a hurry." Something about this situation was wrong. A voice in my head was yelling at me to get the hell out of here.

"Awe, come on. You have to make a little time for the...finer things in life." I could feel him move closer to me, but I refused to look at him.

"I'll keep that in mind for next time." I laid down some money for my drink and a little extra for a tip.

"Hey guys, I think my little friend here is playing hard to get." His cackle sounded cruel, and I couldn't help but feel a bit nervous at the thought that there were more men with him, but I didn't let it show. Father always warned me about under estimating a situation and that one day my big mouth was going to get me in trouble. I was never very good at listening.

"No, I'm not hard to get, hun. But for you, I am impossible." As soon as I heard the laughter from the other men I regretted saying it. I could hear the angry growl a split second before the man grabbed my arm roughly, forcing my stool to turn and I found myself face to face with a very large, very angry man.

"What did you just say to me!?" His grip tightened with each word. He wasn't very tall, but he was still taller than me, and every inch of him was covered in bulging muscles. Now I was terrified. "I think I'm going to need to teach this mouthy little bitch how to put those pretty lips to better use." His laugh was downright evil now and sent a shiver through my entire body.

"Please let me go!" The mock bravado was completely gone now. My free hand flew to cover his own which held my arm in such a vice grip my hand had gone numb and I was sure he would break it. "My friend Nagato will be here any minute! Please!" I don't know why I felt the need to use his name at that moment, maybe something inside of me hoped it would save me.

He gave a loud snort, "If it makes you feel better, you can scream his name while me and my friends take turns having a bit of fun with you." I couldn't even yell for help before he had dragged me from the pub into the alley on the side. He threw me against the wall as they all gathered around. When I tried to beg again he picked me up by my throat, and holding me against the wall, he began to tear at my clothes. "He he, looks like I found a real perfect pussy this time." The sound of his buckle being undone reached my ears and I began to fight harder. "Mmmm…a feisty little cunt, aren't you. All the better to fuck." The other men laughed harder at my intense pleas for them to stop. I was beginning to get dizzy, my hearing got fuzzy, though I could still hear that disgusting laughter. I was hopeful that he might kill me before they were able to cause more pain. There was a fast flash of blue from the corner of my eye, and before I fell unconscious I almost thought I saw paper flying around…

Aw fuck…my head. Damn that hurts. The throbbing was continuous and severe. As I started to come to I could mildly feel the other aches on my body. The memory slowly coming back, causing tears to fall down my cheeks, making the throbbing intensify. I grabbed my head, and in the background I could hear a voice…a woman's voice.

"Shh…let me take a look." I couldn't answer or look at her, but I felt her hands move mine away and then cover my head. It's didn't take long for the pain to completely cease. The rest of my body was sore, but at least the headache was gone.

I slowly opened my eyes, wanting to see the woman that must have saved me. I was met by a very pretty, curious, and uneasy face, topped with blue hair and a paper flower.

"You! You were there!" it was the same blue I had seen right before the man dropped me and I blacked out.

She gave a quick, small smile before something behind her got her attention and she stepped back and a man took her place. Immediately I moved back from him. His eyes were hard and his mouth set in a firm line. "You had said you were waiting for…a friend before you were attacked." He said it as a statement, but I could hear the question behind it. I studied the man, not sure if I should say anything more.

He had bright orange hair, strange cold eyes, and a great many piercings covered his face and ears. Even with this intimidating appearance, I felt drawn to him. "Ye…yes. I wa..was waiting on….on Nagato." His eyes narrowed, but he made no move. It was the woman who spoke this time.

"How do you know Nagato?" I thought for a moment before deciding to answer truthfully. Though I was certain I would regret doing so.

"Well…actually...I don't." I paused and looked at the man shyly, "I'm looking for him. I...I think he may be my…my father." I closed my eyes tightly; though I didn't know what I thought they would do.

The man grabbed my chin, though it wasn't rough, just enough to make me face him, but I kept my eyes firmly closed. His next words, while uncertain were soft, "Why?...Your mother, who is she?" I heard him sigh when I hesitated, "Please open your eyes and look at me…"

I did as he asked and my words came out slow as I tried to find the best way to phrase it, "I was raised by Toshi and Suki...but I found out when daddy died that my birth parents were...Nagato and Sayuri…" His eyes widened and he drew away as though I'd burnt him. But I continued, "I've known about Nagato for a year and a half, though I've only been on the road looking for him for six months."

"What is your name?"

"Beauty. That's what Sayuri named me before she died." Why was he so interested in me? My name, my parents, even why I was looking for...it hit me with a sudden force…"You're Nagato…" I stared, wide eyed at him. I don't know how I knew, but my gut instinct told me that is the only reason he would want that information.

The next couple hours were spent listening to Nagato…no, I was to call him Pein from now on, and Konan, the woman, explain everything to me. First, she had reassured me that she had stopped the attack before they were really able to do anything. How he had thought Sayuri had had a miscarriage. That he was the leader of an organization called the Akatsuki. Even how he had grown up with Konan and a man named Yahiko, who had died and how he now used his body as a 'Deva Path'. I wasn't quite sure what he meant by that, and I didn't want to seem, silly so I didn't ask. It was all very strange, but the strangest part was how they made me feel like I had a family again. At the end he told me I would be introduced to the rest of the organization on the next day. I was very thankful I would have a break before meeting everyone. Today had taken just about everything I had and all I wanted now was sweet sleep. A fluffy bed with lots of blankets and a mountain of pillows. Yes, that it exactly what I needed now.

"Konan will show you to your room now Beauty." Pein's voice brought me out of my thoughts and I looked up at him and nodded, "Once there you are not to leave that room. Until everyone here knows who you are I don't want you wandering around. Understood?"

"Yes sir. Thank you." I smiled at him and turned to Konan who was now standing by the door waiting for me to follow.

"Good night Beauty, I truly am happy to have you here." Pein smiled back at me, which I was sure was a rare sight to see.

I followed Konan as she led me through a long hall that opened into a large room with a huge plush sofa and a few recliners. All centered around a big TV. 'This must be like a common room' I thought to me self. But I didn't have a lot of time to examine the room as Konan turned down another corridor. We walked in silence until we finally reached the last door.

"This is going to be your room." She opened the door and ushered me in. "It's a little plain, but you'll have plenty of time to decorate and add any personal touches you may want." She gave me a small smile. I could tell she was trying to make me feel comfortable here. And it was working.

"Thank you so much Konan!" I ran up and hugged her tightly, and by the way she tensed I was she wasn't used to physical contact. But she did hug me back, just a tad awkwardly. When I let her go she said a soft good night and walked back out the door, closing it behind her.

As I looked around I realized Konan was right. This room was plain. There was a full size bed in the middle of the room. A nightstand by the bed, and a matching dresser against the wall. The walls were the same stone that made up the rest of my new home. But I couldn't care less what everything looked like right now. The bed was all that mattered, and as I sat down on the bed I instantly let out a small moan at how soft it was. Even the fact that I was still wearing the same dirty clothes I had been all day didn't stop me from curling up and I was out as soon as I closed my eyes.