Hey guys! This is my brand new story –drumroll- Tamashii Ai! If any of you are wondering what it means, Tamashii is spirit and Ai is love……so put it together, you get Spirit Love. You'll see why it's called that later. Something, I think I'm crazy for starting a new fanfiction……..but sanity is so over-rated.

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Naruto AND Rin's powers come from a great book called Vampire Academy……it's my inspiration *.*

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-Chapter One-

People assume that a girl name Rin Suzuki would be a cruel, cold ninja—possibly even an S ranked one—with unbelievable power. It doesn't help that she has long, raven black hair and icy blue eyes either. If they were guessing about her past, it would most certainly be along the lines of 'her parents died a terrible and cruel death when she was younger and she was scarred for life.'

But apparently, these assumptions are quite far off.

I live (or rather, lived) a boring, normal life—one with no sparkle or even an ounce of glitter. I'm not asking for glamour or anything like that; I just want some excitement. Well, that's too bad for me, since my father is a doctor of Amegakure's general hospital and my mother is a mere accountant, excitement seems to just pass me. Yes, my parents are very much alive, prior to passer-by's assumptions.

And unfortunately, so is my sister. With platinum blonde hair, chocolate brown eyes, and an ambition to take after our mother, she is the picture of normality. Everything to her is business. Nothing is ever unique. Naturally, out parents love her better, since I just happened to be the epitome of abnormality.

As much as I hated them, at this very moment, I wished that I was back to their ways of bland life. Tied up in an abundance of ropes, eyes covered with a cloth, and mouth covered in a gag isn't exactly the very essence of comfort. With all the things used to constrict my movement, it was a surprise that I could even feel the wind in my face—more like a piece of cloth covering it. Now, I was pretty damn sure that it wasn't that windy in Amegakure. Actually, it was depressing there—always raining.

The air felt deprived of the usual dampness I was accustomed to. I've always thought of escaping Amegakure once I had turned into a legal adult, but now, I maybe….just maybe miss it's dreary environment.

The gag tasted terrible. Imagine that someone threw up on it and then stuffed it into your mouth—that's how bad it was. Okay, that was an overstatement, but after it being on your mouth for about two hours, you probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference between throw-up and candy anymore. I shook my head, attempting to wiggle the gag off of my mouth. I must have looked like an idiot, since my kidnapper kindly chuckled, as if amused by my feeble attempt. If the gag wasn't on my mouth, I could have made a snarky comment that at least sounded better than a muffled growl.

"Do you need help, un?" The masculine voice held a professional, yet mocking tone. If the gag was off, then I would spit on him. Of course, that was only an 'if'. I growled yet another muffled sound; it sounded very much like someone abused a wild animal. Great, just to amplify my already high level of incompetence, I just had to sound like some animal died in my mouth. Deciding that no one could understand what I was saying, I merely nodded my head, like an obedient schoolgirl. I would rather die than be seen like this. The man just scoffed and said something suspiciously along the lines of 'Too bad, un'. I could even hear him smirking. I wished that he would rot in hell. Worse. I wished that I would throw him into the center of the earth so he would burn…..then he can have the permission to rot. What an excellent, highly realistic plan.

Much to my displeasure, the gag stayed on my mouth, suffocating my need to make at least a decent comment at my kidnapper so he wouldn't be thinking that I was a complete idiot. I sat in the same spot for about another hour or so, which I wouldn't advice trying, until the…….object we were on came to a complete halt. Well, technically, it seemed to swoop down then come to a complete stop, but let's not deal with technicalities, shall we?

The man—or so I think (I could be wrong)—lifted me up on his shoulders as if I were a baggage of food, clothing, whatever. It was degrading. If I had any more energy, I would was at least squirmed pathetically as an attempt to escape. Too bad sitting on a flying object while being bundled up like a package took away most of my already meager supply of energy.

My kind kidnapper threw me onto the cold, hard floor of what seemed like a basement. Then again, it could be anywhere that had cold, hard floors. Ignoring the aching of all my muscles, I rocked myself back and forth, until I ended up in a semi-comfortable sitting position. All the while looking like a dead fish.

"Welcome, Rin," A cold, male voice spoke with dignifying authority that could make someone want to cringe. Maybe I was just insane or something, but I found the voice somehow awe-inspiring. It held power that I had never heard before. I knew that this was not the previous male's voice, since this guy's tone was serious and hard, while my kidnapper's tone was mocking, yet harsh.

Someone hastily snatched the gag off of my mouth, allowing my poor lips to come contact to the crisp air. I could swear that they were swollen from the tightness of the gag. Was it really necessary anyways?

"Throwing me to the floor, real nice welcome," I scoffed sarcastically. I never actually believed in good first impressions—or maybe I was just deprived of sanity. Truthfully, I didn't know.

"Witty," The male with the authority commented. Apparently, he was the only one in this room, or wherever it was. I could be on the North Pole for all I knew. I remained quiet for two reasons. One, I didn't know whether I should thank him, since he probably ordered his minion to knock me down and drag me to this dingy place. And two, I feared for my life, which was probably the only good decision I had made this entire day. "Konan," his tone seemed as if he were calling someone towards him. And that someone was one heck of a good listener since she—considering her name—strolled to him like a puppy. "Take her to her room and get her in appropriate clothing. Also, you may take her bindings off."

"Yes, Pein." I was so happy I could almost cry, if the blindfolds haven't killed my tear glands already.

The female immediately took off the ropes constricting my feet and legs. Probably too lazy to carry me. She pulled on another rope—a chain, most likely—connected to the cuffs on my wrists, which were dripping with my life's liquid by now, making me jerk forward in a very non-graceful way. After the little stumble, I began walking semi-presentably, or so I hoped. I couldn't tell, since the chains and ropes gave my muscles one hell of a death hug.

"This will be your room," She pointed—or so I think. She pushed me softly into the door, making me fumble yet again. Usually, I'm not that much of a klutz, but sitting for about four hours, tied up like a bag of meat, can do that to you. The lady swiftly unlocked my cuffs, allowing my poor, damaged wrists to breathe and bleed freely. I could imagine her grimacing at the terrible condition it was in—assuming that these people had hearts. Without even a word of concern, she took out a sharp object and began chopping away at the ropes, while I silently prayed that I would get out still looking like me and not some random human blob.

Finally, she removed the blindfold. I felt like someone gave me back a little piece of my heaven—not that I was calling me body parts heavenly. The lady, who I knew had dark indigo hair, matching indigo eyes, and glob of eye shadow placed tastefully on her lids, was staring at me like I was some inexcusable little child.

"Nice to meet you too," I couldn't help keeping the snarky tone out of 'too'. Konan—or so that was what she was called—stuck out her hand, as if asking for a handshake. Not wanting to be rude or anything like that, I stuck out my bloody, but luckily not deformed hand out and shook her own clean hands.

"Konan," She smiled slightly when she said that, but the smile immediately faded to a look of……….nothingness. I didn't notice until now that her fingernails were painted dark purple and she was wearing a cloak with big red clouds on it. One word jumped frantically in my mind, pleading my attention: Akatsuki. I was captured by the Akatsuki—me, a simple, innocent, little girl from a little town called Amegakure. Got captured by the big bad Akatsuki.

"Rin," I raised my eyebrow at her. Sometimes, I really did wonder what was wrong with me. maybe I was just brash or something, since I found fear something I would automatically never meet in my daily life. Or in this case, not so daily life.

"There's the bathroom," She pointed to a plain, yet comfortable bathroom. It was probably a kind way to say that I stink and that I need to go take a shower. I wouldn't blame her—I reeked of blood and sweat—I didn't even want to breathe around myself. I scoffed as I walked my poor, cramped butt over to the bathroom. It matched the room very well—bland. It also matched my parents very well.

I ripped the clothing off of my body—not that there was much to rip anyways, most of it was already ripped off—and sank into the water-filled tub. The hot water relaxed my muscles while making my cuts and scrapes burn.

Out of all the people in the world that they could have picked up and took away, why me? I mean, I had no specific talent. Oh heck, I barely had any talent. My parents never sent me to any academy, since they believed that being a ninja was barbaric and had no use in life. Too bad that didn't stop me. At the age of six, the burden of not being a ninja almost crushed me, so while they thought that I was constantly going to normal school, I would sneak out to the academy and watch the students learning from the window. Trust me, I'm not in favor of learning, but the jutsus and tools fascinated me so much that I just had to know how to use it. It went well, until my school busted me—without any sympathy as well. Apparently, they were a strong believer of structure and balance, so they dragged me back to the dull halls of school. Even as a kid, I had a pretty thick skull, so instead of being a good little girl and leaving all that ninja crap behind, I decided to visit the academy after school, saying that it was a project to do so.

Besides my unbelievable obsession with being a ninja—I really wonder why I was so obsessed with it—nothing incredible happened.

Except for one time.

When I was about thirteen—ah, the beginning of adolescence—I had a dream. My sister was there too. Unlike most dreams, I could control everything and it was crystal clear. The only thing I couldn't control was my sister.

The next morning, she told me about the same dream, even noting that it seemed as if I were controlling the dream. I stayed quiet about the fact that I had the same dream. I has already marked as the insane one of the family—I had no desire to make it turn into: The completely insane one.

I still couldn't even figure out how that could be useful to the Akatsuki. What were they going to do? Take over the world of dreams? I highly doubt it.

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