Her name was Yuki. Hino Yuki. She had no title to her name. She didn't
come from a village therefore no title was to be added to her name.
Yuki was a girl with wide innocent purple eyes and an innocent face.
But she had short boy cut blonde hair and a sly smile. 'Much like her
Father's' Sasori, her Godfather, would usually say. She never knew her
Mother, nor Father, they both had died a month after she was born and
Sasori of the Red Sand took her in. Her Father had been killed by an
Uchiha. Her Mother died of illness. Yuki had no idea who her parents
were.
Yuki was now 15 years old and was a gifted child. Known to soon posses
the Sharingan even though she was barely any Uchiha. Her Mother's
jutsu laid inside her and she had talent for musical instruments, like
her Father. Piano, Flute, Harp and Cello were her specialties.
Sasori and Yuki lived alone on the outskirts of the Ninja world. The
safest place to be. They lived in something that looked of a farm
house. Sasori had been able to escape the Akatsuki to keep Deidara's
child safe. The Akatsuki had recently been reborn. Tobi...Madara was
still alive watching and waiting for his second niece to be reveled
from the shadows...
YUKI
"Come here, Yuki," Sasori-Senpai said. "I'd like to tell you a
story...,"
I sighed, Senpai loved stories. Loved to tell them anyway.
"I'm coming," I said.
I was washing the dishes in the kitchen of our house. Senpai sat in
the living room, playing choji with himself. I wondered why he did that.
I came in the living room and sat down on the floor and he sat on his
usual chair. He took out the Bingo Book.
"It's time I stopped telling you fairy tales and start telling you
about the Ninja in this world. Let's see...," he flipped through the
pages. "Ah, how about number 13 and number 5,"
I was surprised. Sasori-Senpai never told me about the outside world.
He believed it was too dangerous. I looked in his eyes. It was hard to
believe he was about 150. He looked like a 17 year old. I always
admired his red hair. Why couldn't I have been born with red hair? And
those pretty hazel eyes.
"Whose number 5 and 13?" I asked.
"Their names were Deidara and Aidou Kazue. Deidara's last name is
unknown to most of the world," he said. "Deidara was a rogue Ninja, he
destroyed his village in the name of his best friend. The only Ninja
to use Kekkei Genkki, a special forbidden jutsu that allowed him to
use explosives,"
"Why was the jutsu forbbiden?" I asked.
"It required a great amount of Chakra. People could die using this
jutsu. But Deidara was speical, his Chakra was enough to use the
Kekkei Genkki without hurting himself. Soon, Deidara joined a
organization called the Akatsuki,"
"Akatsuki?"
"This organization consists of the 10 greatest Ninja of our time.
Akatsuki is an attempt to find peace in the world. Many of the members
have died off already but were easily replaced. Even I was once in
that organization...,"
"Woah! Sasori-Senpai! I didn't know you were THAT strong back then!
That's so cool-!"
"Listen, Yuki. Deidara was a very talented boy. He was 11 when he was
able to use the Kekkei Genkki. He was 12 when he created his C0
attack, bombs that couldn't be dodged. He was 14 when he created his
C1 attack, that could kill the Kazekage of the Sand. 15 when he
created C2 attack, that nearly took out Uchiha Sasuke. C3 when he was
17, that defeated myself . And C4 that is deadly and enters your body
without you realizing it. Even Uchiha Madara trembled to the C4 attack,"
Sasori showed me the Bingo Book with the name DEIDARA written at the
top of a page. It showed a picture of the man. He looked quite happy
in his mug shot. A smirk on his face. His crystal blue eyes looking
slyly at the camera, it looked as if he was already planning an
escape. Deidara had long blonde hair that cover one of his eyes.
"You knew him?" I asked.
"I knew him when he was just a boy. From when he was 11 to when he was
21. He died 15 years ago," Sasori said. "He had a very bad temper. He
was a confused boy. Often in his room playing piano and working on his
clay explosions,"
"He was an artist...,"
"Yes,"
I looked at his ranks. Amazing! He captured Kazekage Gaara of the
Sand. I didn't think that was possible. His jutsu's were off the
charts but his ranks in Ninja type were unknown. So was his last name.
Sasori took the book and flipped to another page.
"And Aidou Kazue...she was a wonderous girl. Always filled with ideas
and jutsu. She was Deidara's student. She was half Uchiha and half
Aidou. Once she was a puppeteer like me. But Deidara gave her Kekkei
Genkki. It changed her life. Kazue had fireball jutsu, crystal jutsu,
and Kekkei Genkki. She was also very well in Taijutsu, she was just as
strong as Deidara. At the age of 19 she killed The Fourth Kage of the
Mist. She was amazing. Soon Deidara and Kazue fell in love. But it
caused trouble for everyone. The leader of the Akatsuki, Pein, saw
potential in her. The Akatsuki was keeping her imprisoned to use her.
Deidara loved her too much, he let her go. Pein was enraged...,"
"Is Pein...still alive?" I asked.
"No, he too, died of illness. But when he found out Deidara had let
her go, I was forced to punish Deidara...,"
The story went on and on. I was so happy that Senpai was finally
telling be about his life and the true Ninja world. He told me about
Yori and Deidara of the Stone. He told me about Kazue and Kankuro's
romance before Deidara. He told me everything.
"Wow, they were amazing...,"
"So are you, Little Yuki," Sasori smiled. "But the Akatsuki is after
you too. There is one man named Uchiha Madara who is still alive and
in the Akatsuki. Only two original Akatsuki stand today. Me and
Madara. He wants you for your abilites. You don't want to end up like
Kazue,"
"Is that why you keep me in this house?" I asked.
"Yes, that's the reason,"
"Sasori-Senpai! I want to go out in the real world! I can fend for
myself!"
Sasori paused.
"You're just like Deidara you know...so persistent...," Sasori looked
me in the eyes. "I will let you into the real world but don't die
young like he did,"
Senpai was worried as hell when I told him I was going to go explore
the world. He decicded to come along.
"The closes place is the Leaf Village," Sasori said.
"You would know, old man, hm," I said.
"Don't say 'hm' after your sentences,"
"Why not?"
"Just don't develop such a habit,"
We set out. We walked most of the way. Sasori-Senpai was careful not
to let any of our Chakra to be sensed. We walked into a forest.
So...beautiful...
I had never been inside the forest, Sasori-Senpai hadn't let me. It
was art it's self. Natural beauty. The trees made sunlight streak down
and you could see the dust particles in the air. The ground wasn't
wood or marble but it was the tree roots that you would have to walk on.
The air began to feel moist and wet. We were about to come across a
body of water. Sasori-Senpai spoke.
"This is where I met Deidara. He was 11, traveling on his own,
escaping his village," Sasori laughed. "He was bathing in the river,"
Senpai pushed back a bunch of trees and let me enter first. My eyes
widdened. A waterfall was pouring over a cliff and we stood at the top
of that cliff, the river stood before me. I had never seen something
like this before, I only heard of them in Sasori's stories.
"The Leaf Village is only a few miles away. I thought I would just
show you the waterfall since you've never seen a waterfall before,"
We entered the Leaf Village. Everything was so bright and happy. I'd
never imagine Senpai living amongst people like this. They smiled and
laughed like they had never been in battle before. I had never
interated with people, only Senpai. I looked up at the mountain that
over looked the village. Faces were craved into the stone. Sasori had
told me they were the great Hokages of the Leaf. Kings who ruled over
the land at one point. He told me about five Hokages, but 7 faces were
craved into the stone. There was the First Hokage, the Second, The
Third. Then The Fourth. And Senpai said the recent one had been
Tsunade one of the three Sanin. Then next to her face was a boy's face
who had spiky brown hair and a cape. Then the last one was...
"Uzumaki Naruto...," Sasori said. "He's...the new Hokage. Crazy kid...,"
"How do you know him?" I asked.
"Akatsuki hunted him down for the 9 Tails' power," Sasori said. "I
nearly fought him, but Deidara took over,"
"Wow...how come you didn't tell me?"
"I didn't think it was...safe. That boy should be about 33 now,"
I looked back up at the stone and I realized Naruto was the only one
up there with a grin on his face. The other Hokages looked stern.
"I wanna meet him Sasori-Senpai!" I said excitedly.
"I'm sure you'll see him around, he isn't an indoors person," Senpai
laughed.
We walked around. Everyone was so intresting and nice! Then I bumped
into a boy with spiky blonde hair, much like the Hokage's.
"Oh, sorry," I said shyly.
"Hey, it's no problem, I've never seen you around. Are you visiting?"
"Yeah," I smiled.
"Well, I'm Uzumaki Jiriya of the Leaf. What's your name?"
"Hino Yuki," I said.
"No title, huh? Don't worry, we like travelers," he grined.
"Are you the son of Uzumaki Naruto?"
"Hehe, yeah, it's no big deal," he said modestly. "My Dad is pretty
much a loudmouth,"
I laughed. Senpai smiled at him and for some reason Jiriya shivered.
Then his eyes widdened.
"Y-You're Sasori of the Red Sand!" Jiriya exclaimed. "My Father and
Mother would want to see you again...but not as an enemy...,"
"Sasori of the Red Sand?" I looked at Sasori with a surprised
expression. "You were THAT famous?"
"Of course...," Sasori said to Jiriya. "I'd love to meet them again,"
So that's how I ended up in the Hokage's office. Sasori and Naruto
just stared at eachother for a moment. I looked at Naruto. He had
spiky blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and baby cheeks. He looked more
like a 19 year old than a 33 year old.
"SASORI-SAMMMA!" Naruto shouted.
I jumped and even Sasori winced. Naruto hugged Sasori tightly. I was
surprised. No one ever touched Senpai like that.
"I completely forgive you about Gaara-Chan. It wasn't your fault that
the Akatsuki needed him. And...," Naruto grinned. "I understand you
now," he looked at me. "And this...is...,"
Naruto's eyes widdened.
"Is this...?"
"Yes, it is," Senpai said.
"Oh my god! You're Hino Yuki! I knew your Mother! She was a friend of
mine!" Naruto said to me.
Next thing you know, he has me wrapped in a hug. He was so warm. I had
never hugged a man before, it made me blush. Senpai looked at me
excusingly. I looked at my feet.
"Ooo! She was so pretty! Just like you! But you have your Father's
smile and his blonde hair. But your Mother's eyes and face!"
This made him hug me even tighter. I couldn't breath.
"Um...I-I never knew my Mother...N-Naruto...-Chan...,"
"She called my Naruto-Chan! She's so cute!"
"Alright Naruto, let her breathe," a woman said.
She had shoulder length pink hair, emerald eyes, and a really pretty
smile. She put her hand on Naruto's shoulder and he looked over at
her. That look...in his eyes...it was love. It brought tears to my
eyes. He looked at her with loving eyes, like he cared for her, he'd
do anything for her. I could see all that in his eyes. He smiled at
her and let go of me.
"Hey, Sakura-Chan," he said.
It seems he calmed down and she looked over at Sasori.
"Sasori...of the Red Sand,"
"Sakura, it seems you're all grown up," Senpai said.
"You haven't changed at all," she laughed. "To think I fought you...,"
"Who won?" I asked curiously.
"I did, but I just barely made it out. You have a tough Godfather
there. I needed help from his Grandmother to take him down," Sakura
smiled. "But he's still alive today and we're all friends since he has
broken away from the Akatsuki. He's an ally,"
"That's intresting, he's never told me any of this before," I said.
"Now you...your Mother and Father were both really strong. You have
the potential to beat Sasori and the Akatsuki all on your own," Sakura
smiled.
"Don't give the child any ideas," Sasori said.
"I remember when I was her age," Sakura rolled her eyes and pointed to
Naruto. "That fool was falling in love with me at the time,"
"Ah! But you're so pretty Sakura-Chan! And you must've liked me back
because we're married, now!"
"No, you seemed more of an annoyance,"
Many people I had heard about from stories Senpai told lived here in
the Leaf Village. Like Hatake Kakashi, I often saw him on someone's
roof reading a book. And I usually saw the kids of the Great Ninjas.
How easy it was to spot them. They looked of their parents. But
Kakashi seemed to be alone most of the time. There was one boy who
looked of an Anbu Black Op. Maybe he was the son of one. I heard his
name was Sai. Although, Sasori said he was 31, it was hard to believe.
I looked back up at the roof where Kakashi sat, someone had joined
him. That person was Yamato. I had heard many stories from Sasori
about him too.
"It's time we left for the Sand Village," Sasori said.
"Why the Sand? Why not the Mist?"
"Sand is closer and your Mother orginated from the Sand...so did I.
I'm not sure if they'll be happy to see me,"
The Sand Village looked so lonesome.
The people weren't that friendly etheir. The kids were playful but
when I walked down the Sand's Main street, the adults closed their
doors on Sasori and I with a scowl. Maybe Sasori wasn't welcomed here
afterall. But I saw that some adults looked directly at me with hatred
in their eyes. I shivered.
"Are you alright?" Sasori asked.
"I'm fine. Will we be meeting the Kazekage?"
"Yes, but I don't think it will be a very friendly conversation.
Deidara had exterminated the Stone Village. But after he died, with
the help of the Suna, the Sand, it was rebuilt. The Kazekage now not
only rules the Suna but also the Stone. And Deidara had nearly killed
their Kazekage,"
"He's Gaara no Suna (*Gaara of the Sand)...so he must be 31 now. Isn't
he a little too young to be ruling not one, but two Villages? That is
something that was never before done, he was only 15 when he was put
in charge of Suna (*Sand),"
"Don't mention that around him. He gets upset. The other Kages say
that, too. He's smart for a 31 year old, it seems as if he's my age.
These people aren't really friendly to me because I killed their 3rd
Kazekage for my Puppetry. My own student turned agaisnt me, I wouldn't
be suprised if he were with Gaara. And Deidara was also known as an
enemy, he crushed the Stone, he could do it again. Then...there was
your Mother, she left the Suna for evil purposes, she was sent on a
mission and never came back and ended up attacking her own Village.
You aren't welcomed here etheir,"
I sighed and looked up at the Main Building and I saw the Kazekage. He
sat in front of a wide window staring down at us. He looked alot like
Senpai only Gaara had aqua colored eyes and signs of a Tailed Beast
Host. Dark circles surounded his eyes. He had once carried the One
Tailed Beast but Akatsuki wipped it away, nearly killing him. His red
hair looked softer than Sasori's. But Sasori looked much wiser.
Lord Gaara must be in his office and I noticed next to him was an Anbu
Black Op. According to his body shape he was a man, he was taller than
Gaara, maybe a year or two older. He wore a cat Anbu mask and the
black Anbu uniform. I wondered who it was. I stared into the eye holes
of his mask. I couldn't see his eyes, but for a moment, I thought I
saw him blink. Sasori and I entered the building.
The Kazekage stared intently on Senpai. While the Anbu stared at me. I
wished I could see the expression on his face. Then again, I wouldn't
be able to read his face. He's an Anbu.
"Kankuro, show some respect to your former Sensei, take off your
mask," Gaara said.
The Anbu took off his mask. He was Kankuro no Suna, the elder brother
of the Kazekage. Kankuro looked nothing of his brother but was as good
looking as him. He had dark eyes and brown hair that hung over his
face. His eyes were still on me and I felt myself blush. This was
Senpai's former student. I guess all Senpai's student were sexy.
"Don't stare, Yuki, it's rude," Senpai said.
I found myself looking at my feet. Kankuro smirked.
"She's just like her Mother," Kankuro said.
"Of course she is, almost as beautiful as her, too," Gaara said. "Why
are you here Sasori? Why have you decided to come back for a visit?"
"What? I cannot visit my own Village?My dead Grandmother would surely
be happy to see me with you people, today. She saved your life, didn't
she?" Sasori said.
"The Anbu of the Suna will be watching you very closely, I would like
you to know that," Gaara said, he turned around to look at his
Village. "There is also something I want you to know...,"
"And what is that?" Sasori Senpai asked.
"Deidara of the Stone...is alive. Sasuke didn't take the time to kill
him throughly, his body was never found and there was no trace of his
blood. An Anbu just recently spotted him on the outskirts of the Ninja
countries. The Anbu tried to kill him, Deidara killed him first, it
was a good thing there was a back-up Anbu,"
"Deidara...is alive...?" Sasori's eyes widdened.
Kankuro nodded and Gaara looked at his hands.
"Yuki no longer belongs to you, Sasori. Akatsuki is searching for her.
Give her back to Deidara, she'll be more protected...,"
"Don't speak that nonsense. I can defend her better than Deidara can.
Deidara doesn't have the right to have her," Senpai said.
"Excuse me...," I said queitly. "But I don't understand...what does
Deidara have to do with me? I've lived with Sasori Senpai all my life
and he's taken care of me. I don't remember seeing Deidara. His life
and my life aren't connected anyhow, if he were alive, why hasn't he
come looking for me? If he had once taken care of me and wasn't dead,
he would want me back...wouldn't he? I think...Sasori is the person I
should be with,"
"Do you know what Deidara's last name is...Yuki?" Kankuro asked.
"N-no...,"
"Queit Kankuro, she isn't to know...," Gaara said.
"She should know! It concerns her! His full name is Hino Deidara of
the Village Hidden in the Stone, no (*no means of) Kekkei Genkkei, no
Akatsuki, no Bomb Society," Kankuro told me. "You are Hino Yuki no
Hino Deidara no Aidou Kazue,"
My heart thumped in my chest...I am the daughter...of Deidara and
Kazue? My eyes widdened, why hadn't Senpai told me? Why hadn't he
taught me any Jutsu, or how to defend myself? If I was so gifted, why
was he keeping it from me?
I felt Sasori wrap me in a tight hug.
"I'm sorry," he said under his breath.
And this, was when everything would change. For the first time, I
pushed Senpai away. I came up to the Kazekage and slammed my hand on
the table.
"Why was I not to know this? Why was this kept from me? I have the
right to know who my Father and Mother is! And it makes it worse that
my Father is still alive!" I yelled.
"She has Naruto's anger in her too," Gaara told Kankuro. "Anyway," he
looked at me. "It was safer for you not to know. But I guess since
it's been 15 years, you may be mature enough to know this information,"
I clentched my teeth. This guy wasn't going to tell me anything. I
turned to Kankuro.
"You. You know about my Mother and Father. Tell me what you know,"
Kankuro paused then sighed.
"I was once in love...with your Mother. She loved me back. We loved
eachother for a long time, months, then Deidara took her. She changed
into a different person and fell in love with him instead. Kazue was
constantly seeking revenge on the people who hurt her, that was her
drive...that's pretty much all I know,"
This guy knew my Mother personally. No wonder he was staring at me.
"I want to meet Akatsuki," I said.
"You can't. It's too dangerous, Madara will collect you," Sasori said.
"I'm sure you'll be able to defend me, since you're so confident," I
snapped at him.
"Yuki, get a hold of yourself. Don't let your emotions out of control,
that was your Father's weakness," Sasori said. "If you want. To meet
Akatsuki, you will have to train with the best Ninja out there. Of
course, if Deidara is alive, I'm sure some other Akatsuki members are
alive...maybe... Konan,"
"Why would you suggest Konan, she lived only for Pein," Gaara said.
"Konan is nothing now,"
"But she still knows Jutsu," I said. "I can learn from her. I can
learn how to mold Chakra to my own will. Then I will be able to use
Kekkei Genkki and Crystal Style and...,"
At that moment my eyes burned like hell. I put my hands on my eyes and
screamed. This pain was greater than anything I've ever felt, this was
more than just an eye irration. I heard someone else's voice.
"Hehe, looks like this one will be taking my place in the Akatsuki
when I'm dead," a man's voice said.
I tried my best to open my eyes and look around. My eyes were bleeding
so it looked as if I was crying blood. My vision was blurry with red.
The Sharingan...has awakened. My eyes met a man with an orange mask
and a Sharingan. Uchiha...Madara.
"She should be Uchiha Yuki," Madara chuckled. "Deidara will be
surprised that his child has Sharingan,"
Madara sat on the window sill of the Kazekage's office, he was
watching...the whole time. Sasori stood protectivly in front of me and
Kankuro in front of Gaara. Madara laughed.
"I assume you're here to collect Yuki, Madara," Gaara said.
"Please, call me Tobi. I only allow the strong Ninja to call me by my
proper name. And I'm not here to collect her yet. I just want to talk
to her. If I wanted to take her now, I would have Sasuke or Tsuki come
with me,"
"Tsuki...how is she?" Sasori asked.
"She's a real beauty. Took Pein's place. I didn't think she'd be so
strong. Well, after Itachi died, she tried to kill Sasuke. Soon she
joined forces with him, understanding his sitation," Tobi said. "I
might as well give you the names of the new Akatsuki. Tsuki, Suigetsu,
Haru, Kirou, Sasuke, Kei, Kaname, Iruma, and me...there's one space
left...for Yuki,"
I opened my eyes completely. They stopped burning. I felt the warmth
of the Sharingan fill my eyelids. I looked into Tobi/Madara's eyes. I
was suddenly pressed into a Genjutsu. It was only Tobi and I in the
middle of nothingness. We sat on a blue cube surounded by darkness. He
removed his mask. How handsome he was. I blinked a couple times.
Madara smiled at me.
"I knew your Mother, too. She was suprised by my apperance, like you
are right now,"
Wasn't Madara 160 or something? Maybe he was a puppet, like Sasori
Senpai. Or maybe it was all part of the Genjutsu. I reached out for
him and he took my hand with his gloved ones. His touch was
electrifying.
"Your Sharingan has awakened, love. You are now a full fledged Uchiha,
unlike your Mother. Who turned out to be a disgrace to the Uchiha clan,"
"W-what did she do?"
"She hadn't accepted her fate. She asked Deidara to make Kekkei Genkki
to keep her Sharingan from awakening. He worked night and day, until
he made the ultimate antidote. He did everything for your Mother,
Yuki. He's looking for you, you know. But I got you first,"
I couldn't move, his gaze was intoxicating. He wrapped his arms around
me and pulled me to him. He sat me on his lap. I couldn't get away,
something was forcing me down.
"You're weaker than your Mother," he whispered in my ear.
I found him kissing my ear, moving to my cheek and soon to my mouth.
I'm weaker...it's all Senpai's fault. My first kiss...was going to be
with this old man! I activated my Sharingan and took my anger and
hatred out on Madara.
"Of course I'm weaker! It's all Sasori's fault! I refuse to be victim
any longer you bastard! Motherfucker, I WILL kill you, I WILL meet my
Father, and I WON'T fall for your tricks!"
To my suprise my Sharingan retaliated to Madara's. He started to back
off but then he forced a smile.
"So, you figured out Genjutsu in that short amount of time. Your
Sharingan may be better than mine,"
He didn't move. Good. I had taken over his own Genjutsu.
"I take back you being weaker than Kazue. You're 20 times stronger.
She couldn't fight this off at all. Only Itachi... only Itachi could
fight me off. He protected your grandmother and Mother from me. Not to
mention Sasuke,"
At that moment I broke the Genjutsu. My head began to spin since I was
coming back into reality. I didn't want to hear Madara's crap. I found
myself opening my eyes and I was in Gaara's arms, protected by a sand
shield. I had fainted from the Genjutsu.
"How long was I out?...45 minutes?" I asked.
"Try 30 seconds," Kankuro said. "But I'm sure the Genjutsu played with
time,"
When the sand shield went down. Madara had disappeared. My only hope
was Konan, she would have to teach me Chakra molding. It was the only
way.
Konan was a young woman, probably in her late 20s. Although her
soulmate had passed away not to long ago. She was a strong person, not
just a former Akatsuki house maid.
"Ah, Sasori. I haven't seen you in a long time. Rumor had it that you
were killed by Haruno Sakura and Lady Chiyo," Konan said.
She lived in the old abanoned Akatsuki hideout, that was discovered
not to long ago. It was an old temple that the monks had abondoned to
escape an enemy. It was really quite beautiful.
She sat on the high chair that Pein once sat in, when he was alive. I
could almost feel the hurt in her heart. She had given up on
everything, she was the only one from her team left.
"Get your facts straight, Konan. She's now Uzmaki Sakura and even has
a child," Sasori said.
"Oh...well, I've been misinformed dozens of times. Espiecally back
when Deidara was around, they always made fun of him. I also heard a
rumor that he was alive,"
"He is. And this...,"
Sasori gentlely pushed me foward by my waist.
"Is his daughter," Sasori said.
"She did look familar. Kazue and Deidara's child, am I right? She's so
very beautiful. And her eyes...the Sharingan I believe. Tell me child,
have you met your Father?"
"No, I haven't," I said.
"Well, he is an amazing man. The second youngest in the Akatsuki. Next
to your Mother. He was also very charming. You have his smile, his
smirk. He was sexy like that," Konan laughed. "I miss him. But he was
shy too,"
"Yeah, my Dad," I laughed. "It's unbelieveable that someone like that
is my Father. I always considered Sasori my Dad,"
"But Danna Sasori...he isn't really Father material etheir. Your own
Aunt considered him sexy. But this was when he was 100 or so," Konan
laughed.
"Mika thought all of the Akatsuki were attractive," Sasori pointed
out. "But she made love to Hidan didn't she? They have a child of
their own,"
"Yes, they have passed away and their son, Iruma, has joined Madara's
version of Akatsuki. He's all over Jashin, just like his Father but
has his Mother's stunning looks. Not that Hidan was ugly," Konan said.
"Anyway, Sasori, why have you brought this child before me?"
"She...is determined to be Ninja. Yuki wants you as a master," Senpai
said, looking at his feet.
Konan's smile turned into a frown. She spoke.
"Ninja? Why would she want to be Ninja?" she looked at me. "A Ninja's
life is like a cancer, it slowly breaks down your connections to the
world. You live only to fight and reproduce. You have the choice to
leave right now and live a happy life with Sasori as your Godfather.
Look what has happened to me. I have no one, I lost everyone to the
Ninja world. But if you really want this horrid life, then I can't
deny you, you are Deidara's daughter afterall. But choose wisely,"
The Ninja world couldn't be that bad. Sasori made it through 130
years. Madara made it 78 years. And I'll make it 190 years, I knew I
would. My Father was still out there, I couldn't leave him when I knew
where he was.
"I choose Ninja," I said boldly.
"Alright," Konan sighed. "As you wish,"
Two years didn't go by quickly. Constant training and running kept me
up at night. Konan was a person with no mercy when it came to
training. Sasori watched through these past 24 months with a grimace
on his face.
He'd done all he could to protect me. But that was all over now. He
couldn't protect me forever. One day, he pulled me away from training
and pulled me into his arms.
"Yuki, you don't have to do this. I love you too much to see you get
hurt like this,"
Love? Sasori never said he loved me. I knew he cared for me, but the
word love never slipped from his mouth. I shook my head.
"I have to...I need to...," I said.
"Just like your Mother," Sasori chuckled.
And he let me go back to training with Konan. The first year of
training was the basics and the teachings of the Ninja world. I had
learned about Akatsuki. I had learned about Pein, Konan herself,
Uchiha Madara of the Uchiha Clan and Ultimate Sharingan, Sasori of the
Red Sand, Deidara of the Stone Village and Kekkei Genkki, Kisame of
the Great Sharkskin Sword and the 3rd Greatst Ninja Swordsman, Itachi
of the Uchiha Clan, Zetsu of the Grass Village, Hidan of the Jashin,
and Kakuzu of the Grass.
I found Itachi's history the most intresting. Hidan's history was with
sadness and alot of sorrow. Itachi's history showed both how the Ninja
world was about peace and saciface. But who would saciface their honor
and life just for the sake of a village? It was insane, it was Itachi.
According to Konan, before Itachi had died only 4 people knew the
truth about Itachi, The Two Elder of the Leaf. The 3rd Hokage. And
Tsuki, when she turned 17. A year later, Itachi was killed by Uchiha
Sasuke. This happened when I was 4, and I had no idea about it. It's
amazing how much Sasori kept from me.
It was hard for me to even call him Senpai anymore.
Year 2 was about Jutsu. I learned to mold Chakra and use my Fireball
Jutsu. Including the very rare Crystal Jutsu. In the process, we found
out I had three Chakra Natures. Fire, Earth and the very rare Crystal.
I got Fire from the Uchiha. Earth from my Father. And Crystal from my
Mother. Then, there was two people that I needed to find to master
Sharingan.
"I need Uchiha Sasuke and Madara," I said to Sasori.
"Why them? Why not Hatake Kakashi?"
"Kakashi isn't Uchiha, an he hasn't mastered Sharingan,"
"You've been getting alot of your Father's attitude lately," Sasori
sighed. "But it seems I don't have control over you anymore. I'm
nothing but a helpless old man at this point. I haven't fought in
years, so if you want to give yourself over to Akatsuki, I can't save
you,"
"I don't need to be saved," I said.
I nodded to Konan Sensei and Sasori as I headed out on my own to the
Akatsuki hideout. I wore my Mother's old Sand Village headband on my
head, which Konan took after my Mother died. My headband was not on my
forhead but layed on the top of my head and tied back in a hair
headband style, letting my bangs fall foward. The idea was orginally
Sakura's, but I felt the style suited me. My Mother often hid her
headband. Since my Kekkei Genkki was beginning to release from my
Chakra stream, my hair became an odd color. Orange. The color of
Madara's mask, the color of Yaohki's hair. The reason for this color
to be my hair color is because of my odd mixture of Crystal style and
Kekkei Genkki. Not to mention the Uchiha blood running through ny
veins. I had let my hair grown long. If I were to be a Ninja, I could
use it for something, I could use it as a Ninja tool. It was bright
and easy to spot. Although I hated it, I thought it was the ugliest
thing seen. Sasori on the other hand, touched my hair all the time and
loved it.
Before I left, Sasori came to me and kissed me on my forehead.
"Good luck, Yuki. Don't let anyone take advantage of you, alright?
Please take care of yourself, I don't want to find out Madara has you
constantly in Genjutsu. Please forgive me for keeping you from fate. I
love you,"
"Don't worry so much, Senpai. I'll be fine. Of course I forgive you,"
I smiled. "I love you, too,"
The traveling from the old Akatsuki hideout to the new one wasn't that
long. A day long, really. I didn't need to rest. I was close, too
close. It was the old Uchiha castle in the Wind country. It was made
in 1825. Before even Madara was born, before he even founded the Leaf
Village. The Wind village didn't have many trees, so it was hard to
stay hidden. I tried to say in the vegetation of the desert but I was
easily found...by excatly who I was looking for. He sped in front of
me and caught me by surprise. I bumped into him. He pulled out his
sword.
"What is it you want? Depending on your answer I will decide wheather
or not to kill you," Uchiha Sasuke said.
"Woah, calm down, I'm not here to hurt anyone," I said.
I realized that this guy was my second cousin. He was supposed to be
family to me. Tobi was my third cousin.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Hino Yuki no Hino Deidara no Aidou Kazue," I said with a little pride
in my voice, oh, but there was more. "No Crystal Style, no Sharingan,
no Kekkei Genkki,"
"You are a powerful young girl. I guess this is why Madara wants you
so bad," Sasuke said, putting his sword away.
He was a very handsome man, too. How many handsome men am I going to
come across?
"I am actually here for Madara," I said.
"Oh? And why is that?"
"I want to join Akatsuki," I said.
Sasuke and I stood in the middle of the ballroom in the Uchiha grand
castle. So much about the Akatsuki had changed.
The members sat in speical seats on the sides of the ballroom. Tsuki
sat on the throne. Tsuki had even more beauty than Konan did. Her hair
was a lighter color than Konan's, an aqua color. Her eyes were a dark
gray, almost black. I noticed she had a thing for chains. All over her
clothing was 4 huge chains. Two twisted around her arms, 1 around one
of her legs and 1 around her waist. Her clothes were all black and her
waist was exposed, over it, she wore the Akatsuki cloak. She was so
beautiful. The first on the left was Madara. Then there was The Aidou
twins, Haru and Kirou. Two more handsome men. In fact all the men here
were beautiful. The twins had beautiful gold eyes with specks of brown
and full heads light brown hair. Then there was Suigetsu, one of the
Great Swordsmen. He obtained both the Zabuza sword and the Great
Sharkskin Sword. He had bright blue eyes and silver hair that hung to
his shoulders. Then came Kei, Kei was also known as one of the Great
Swordsmen and was able to use Mist Village Jutsu without someone
teaching him. He had a gift. Kei had black hair that hung a bit over
his eyes, but stayed above his neck, he also had bright blue eyes,
like Suigetsu. On the right was Kaname. A queit type and the best Anbu
of all the villages, he knew everything there was to know, he knew
about me, he knew all the Ninja ranks in the world, he knew where
Sasori had hidden, he knew where my Father was, everything. He had
brown hai that completely covered his eyes and, if I looked closely, I
could tell he had green eyes. And there were three seats empty, one
was to be mine, the other was for Sasuke and the last one was a mystery.
"Where is Iruma?" Tsuki asked. "He isn't to miss this meeting,"
Suigetsu sighed and got up.
"I'll get him,"
He left. Then moments later, I heard yelling.
"GET THE HELL UP, IRUMA! TSUKI IS GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!" I heard
Suigetsu scream.
"Dude, just let me sleep," I heard a man sleepily say.
"ITS 4 IN THE AFTERNOON RETARD!"
Then, after more cussing and screaming, Suigetsu came back, clutching
a young man by the collar of his shirt. I guessed it was Iruma. I felt
myself blush. Iruma had the same color eyes as the twins only
brighter. His hair was a red brownish color that was messy and went
down his neck. He rubbed his eyes, sleepily. Then he yawned, exposing
cute little short fangs. These fangs were one of the gifts of Jashin,
rather than eating he drank blood, much like a vampire, but he didn't
lust for blood like one. He wore his PJs, which was an over sized
black shirt with sleeves and baggy pants that made it hard for him to
walk. He made even that look cute. Then he saw me, his eyes just
slightly widdened.
"Whose that?" he asked.
"It's Hino Yuki, you know, the girl we've been trying to hunt for
years. Don't you ever pay attention in meetings?" Kirou asked.
"No, he's always asleep," Haru said, then he looked at Iruma. "Isn't
that right, Sleeping Beauty?"
Haru and Kirou chuckled. Iruma rolled his eyes lazily and sat down in
his seat. I noticed that Sasuke had left my side and sat in his chair.
"Oho! It looks like you have compition in the beauty department Tsuki-
Chan!" Kei said.
"That's a lie, Kei. Everyone knows that Tsuki is the most beautiful
woman who ever lived," Haru said dreamily.
"Maybe for you," Kirou grumbled. "But to be honest, I think Tsuki and
Yuki are equally beautiful,"
"Can we stop talking about how pretty they are and get down to
business? I want to go back to sleep," Iruma sighed.
"How are we to get down to business if you aren't wearing your cloak.
We told you millions of times that you must wear a cloak. You're lucky
Pein is dead, if he were alive, he'd punish you, just like he did to
Deidara,"
"Talking about Deidara...," Tsuki said. "We can start talking to Hino
Yuki. Now, Yuki, we all knew your Mother and Father as children, for
the exception of Iruma, he's only 18. The Akatsuki has decided you'd
be the last addtion to the organization. You have Crystal Style,
Sharingan, Fire Chakra Nature, and Kekkei Genkki. Some of the most
rare Chakras lay in your body, we are honored to add you to the
Akatsuki. The Akatsuki is the beginning of a new peaceful world. As
you know Akatsuki means "dawn" or "daybreak" as in the beginning. The
people in this organization are the best of the best, we want a non-
violent world. We don't want lives to be taken by The Great Ninja
Wars. As long as the Ninja way lives, people will die, everyone will
die, we will stop that, that is our purpose-"
"May I speak?" Iruma said, raising his hand up in a sleepy fashion.
"Iruma...you never talk," Suigetsu said.
"Yes, he's usually in his own little world," Sasuke said.
"Yes...you may speak, Iruma," Tsuki nodded.
"Akatsuki is about self sacriface also. Fear is caused by pain, pain
is caused by war, war is caused by hatred and hatred is caused by love
and peace. We must sacriface our peace to block hatred from love. That
is Akatsuki. Akatsuki is to bring us a new world. You must be willing
to give yourself over to this world, for this one purpose, on a whim.
Like your Father did. If you are too afraid, you are scum and you
don't deserve the honor of being Akatsuki," Iruma said, his dark hair
hanging over his eyes.
"Don't tell her that, Iruma," Kaname said. "Like Tsuki said, only the
best of the best can get in. Only the best of the best understand the
Ninja World's sitation,"
"No, Iruma is right. You are scum if you are afriad," Tsuki said.
"Well, I'm not afriad. I'm not afriad to stand up to hatred. Hatred is
something that cannot be stopped, by why not die trying? We could
suceed in this. We may just be the new gods of this world," I said.
I couldn't believe those words slipped from my mouth. How easy it was
to say them. It was something that came from my thoughts, something
I've been meaning to say. Suddenly, Iruma stood up.
"Alright, it's settled, she's joining, I'm going back to sleep," Iruma
yawned.
"No, Iruma, I order you to escort
Ms. Hino to her room, the one next to yours," Madara said.
"That isn't fair," Iruma winced. "What if I say I'll rape her?"
"What?" I said.
"You wouldn't, your too lazy to do that. And your heart is too pure,"
Madara said.
"Whatever you say, Senpai," Iruma said, gentely taking my hand and
leading me up the stairs.
He was such a gentleman. He gave me a sweet smile, he was suddenly
wide awake.
"Don't worry, Ms. Hino. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. You don't
need to fear me,"
At this point we were already walking down the hallway, out of sight.
"You wouldn't be able to hurt me," I said pulling my hand away.
"Oh yeah? You want to bet?"
"I think I'll pass," I said.
He laughed.
"As you can see, Uncle Haru and Uncle Kirou like to make fun of my
sleeping habits. And...you're my cousin,"
"Distant," I pointed out.
"Yeah, my Mom, and Uncles were adopted, so we share no blood,"
We approched my room and he yawned again. His sleepy deminor
returning. His yawn exposed his little fangs, again. And curiousity
got the better of me. I reached out to him and I touched one with my
finger tip, then quickly pulled away. I had excedently pricked my
finger on it. Iruma licked his lips.
"Mmm, your blood tastes good. Sour, I like that,"
"R-really?" I stuttered.
"I don't drink a lot of blood, that's why I'm usually so tired, it's
my fuel. But no one is willing to be bitten by a Jashin," he sighed.
"But...Jashins don't lust for blood...do they?"
"No, we don't, but we sleep alot, depending on which gifts were given.
I have my Father's gift: 'Any type of affection toward the opposite
sex is the result of horrifing images toward that sex.' Then, I have
these," he pointed to his fangs. "Their good for fighting, for ripping
and killing. But you probably wouldn't want to hear that,"
"No...I think it's intresting,"
"You really think so?" he smirked. "Well, if you get to touch
something of mine, I get to touch something of yours,"
He came closer to me. TOUCH something? I got goosebumps. What excatly
did he want to touch? I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed to god that
he didn't want anything inapporiate. But then I felt him running his
hands through my hair.
"You have beautiful hair," he said, smiling. "I told you I wouldn't
hurt you, didn't I?"
"I-I just assumed...," I didn't finsh my sentence. My words faded away.
He kept running his hands through my hair.
"Well, I'll be going to bed. Your room is the door on the right side
of mine. I hope you find everything to your liking. It was your
Father's room afterall," Iruma said, walking away.
He disappeared into his room, shuting the door behind him. I gentely
opened the door to my room. It was a royal room...a royal mess.
Deidara was a messy man. I looked around. Sheet music for the flute,
oboe, piano, harp and cello were spread out across the floor. All had
writings on them, my Father's notes, his sudden thoughts, and tips on
music. In the corner of the room sat a piano, a harp, and a cello. I
reached into my pocket and pulled out my flute. The one I played when
I was feeling lonely or bored. The one Senpai made for me and carved
my name in the back. I set it down on the piano. There was a king
sized bed with the Uchiha sign stiched in the sheets, I was Uchiha
afterall, it didn't bother me, but it probably bothered Deidara. I
looked under the bed and found many books in mint condition. But there
was one titled: 'Kekkei Genkki C Planned Chakras' in Deidara's hand
writing. I took it and opened it up on my lap. Inside was diagrams and
drawings and notes of the Kekkei Genkki C attacks he was famous for.
All created by him. C0, C1, C2, C3, C4, even the unfinshed C5 was in
here. All the information laid in this book was about how to use
Chakra to control Kekkei Genkki, how to make his attacks, how to use
the attacks, how to create new attacks and how they all worked. I
closed the book and looked at what he wrote on the back: 'For Yuki.
I'm sorry.'
Sorry for what? What was there to be sorry for? It only made me want
to find him faster. I put the book down on the bed and sat down by the
harp and looked at the sheet music he had last played years ago. It
was a fast piece. The way I liked it. I placed my hands on the strings
and began playing. Oh how I missed the harp, I hadn't played in a
while. Alumina...that's what the song's name was. I played letting my
fingers naturally graze the strings. I closed my eyes. I had played
this song before...so long ago. I began to sing.
"Nagareru toki no naka matataku Setsunateki kirameki o
Kono yo no kioku ni kizamu tame Arukitsuzukeru.
Dare ni mo mirenai yume o mite
Iranai mono wa subete suteta
Yuzurenai omoi Kono mune ni yadoshite.
Mada riaru idearu no hazama ni ite
Gisei no kase ni ashi o torarete mo
Afureru shoudou osaekirenai
Tsuyoku motomeru kokoro ga aru kara.
'Itsuwari' 'Osore' 'Kyoshoku' 'Urei'
Samazama na negateibu ni
Torawareru hodo yowaku wa nai
Kodoku mo shiranu," I sang.
(Translation: A momentary sparkle twinkles within the flowing time
I'm a Believer who can keep walking so to engrave into this world's
memories.
I had a dream that no one else could have and I threw away everything
that I didn't need
Thoughts that I can't surrender dwell in my chest.
Even if I'm still in the rift between reality and ideals and my feet
are bound by shackles of sacrifice
My overflowing impulse isn't fully repressed because I have a heart
that yearns powerfully.
'Pretense' 'Fear' 'Vanity' 'Grief'; I won't be weak enough
To be apprehended by the various negative things; I'm a Trickster who
doesn't know loneliness.)
I stopped playing and sighed. How ironic. This piece was about
sacriface? Then I remembered...Sasori had sung this to me at night as
a lullaby. As a baby he rocked me in his arms and etheir hummed or
sang in a soft voice to me these lyrics. Did he know this song...by my
Father. I began to play again but when I opened my mouth to sing, I
heard a man sing instead. I looked up, in the doorway stood Iruma
again. He had such a beautiful voice.
"Yozora o tsukisasu biru no mure
Hoshi nado mienai sora miage
'Mayoi wa nai ka' to Jibun ni toikakeru
Kono machijuu afureru mono ni mamire
Utsutsu o nukasu you na koto wa nai
Asu e to tsunagaru michi no hate de
Kono te ni tsukamu mono o mitai kara.
Mabuta o toji ishiki no umi ni ukande
Omoiegaku Risou o te ni suru sono toki o.
Kagiri aru 'sei' o kono yo ni uke
Kare yuku dake wa oroka ni hitoshii
Hoka no dare mo ga mochienai mono
'Jibun jishin' to iu na no kesshou e.
Kireigoto o tsukitoosu koto
Itsuka fakuto e kawaru
Katakuna ni shinjitsuzuketai
Nagareru toki no naka matataku Setsunateki kirameki o
Kono yo no kioku ni kizamu tame Arukitsuzukeru," he sang in such a
velvety voice.
(*Translation:
The groups of buildings that pierce the night sky, I look up at the
air in which stars and such are invisible
And ask myself, "Won't I be lost?"
Things like being smeared by those who overflow in this entire city or
being infatuated won't happen to me
Because at the end of the road that connects to the future, I want to
see something that'll grab onto my hand
I close my eyes and it surfaces in my sea of consciousness: the moment
when I'll get the ideal that I'd pictured
To merely receive limited "life" in this world and rot away is
equal to being stupid
Go toward that which no one else can have- the crystal known as "my
oneself"
Piercing through the whitewash will turn into the truth someday
I want to keep believing in it stubbornly; It's just my faith. The
absolute truth.
A momentary sparkle twinkles within the flowing time
I'm a Believer who can keep walking so to engrave into this world's
memories.)
I couldn't help but play the harp while he sang the song. As the song
finshed, he smiled at me.
"I'm sorry, I heard you singing and I just couldn't help myself. As a
baby, Madara sang that song to me. He said everyone who was in the
Akatsuki and the new Akatsuki knew it. I had a feeling Sasori already
taught it to you," Iruma said. "You have musical talent,"
"Thank you," I said. "I thought you said you were going to sleep,"
"Sleep can wait," he shrugged.
He walked in the room and opened the closet. He pulled out an Akatsuki
cloak.
"This was to be your Mother's. But it's yours now," he said handing it
to me and smirked. "Kei felt he needed to customize it for you,"
I took the cloak, it wasn't much of a cloak anymore. It was short, up
to my upper theighs with ruffles. I shook my head.
"My legs are going to freeze!" I said.
"I think all the Akatsuki wants you to expose your legs, Yuki," Iruma
smiled. "I know I want you to,"
A horrible night it was. It was storming and raining all night. The
thunder rumbeled in my ears. I covered my face with my pillow. I
didn't want to see lightning. It only reminded me I was an Earth user,
and that Lightening can easily kill an Earth user. I was reminded of
Chidori. That dangerous jutsu used by Uchiha Sasuke...he was in the
same place as I was. He could kill me with the Lightening, like he had
almost killed Deidara with it. Before I had gone to sleep, Madara had
told me about the death of my Father, how he was supposed to die. I
saw it all through Madara's eyes, with his own Genjutsu.
Sasuke's Chidori had penitrated Deidara's chest. Deidara had coughed
up blood and Sasuke's Chidori Chakra reached to Deidara's entire body.
Blood leaked from every vein in his body. Every cell was dieing and
so, as to not be defeated, Deidara used Kekkei Genkki on Sasuke, only
the Kekkei Genkki injured Sasuke and it seemed it killed Deidara.
Lightning struck and it brighted the room with a deadly flash. I
squeezed my eyes shut. Sasuke could do that same to me if he
wanted...he could...he could kill me. He could rip my skin apart with
Lightning Style, like how Lightning rips the Earth.
I screamed as the Lightening took another blow at the Earth. Then I
jumped out of the bed and ran out of the room and I looked around. It
was one in the morning, everyone was asleep.
"So...your Father's fate...it will become your fate...just to tell
you, only Lightening could kill Earth," I remembered Madara saying.
Only Sasuke could kill me...only Sasuke and Kakashi and maybe Madara.
I needed to fear Madara and Sasuke, they both didn't have hearts, they
both would kill me. I ran down the hallway. I needed to be with
someone, someone I knew would protect me.
Tsuki would say to suck it up, the twins will make fun of me, Kaname
scares me, forget Sasuke and Madara, Suigetsu ignored me, then there
was Kei. I banged on his door.
"Kei-kun! Kei! Please wake up!" I yelled.
"Go away...," he mumbled.
"Please! Kei-kun! I'm scared, I need you!"
"Suck it up and deal with it. Your Akatsuki, you aren't to be scared,
now go back to bed,"
"Kei! I'm begging you!" I began to cry.
Why was I crying? I was scared of my own death. Kei didn't answer, he
ignored me. I put my hand on his door. Why wasn't anyone listening to
me? Didn't any of these people have a shred of kindness and their
hearts? I turned away from the door and looked at my feet, letting the
tears fall to my bare feet.
No one would protect me if I was on the verge of death. No one would
feel bad. Sasori...I had left him, my only hope of protection.
Everyone else didn't care. Deidara didn't even know where I was.
Who was I supposed to run to? Who would comfort me? Akatsuki...didn't
need comforting. I began to walk back toward my room slowly. My white
night gown just above my ankles, swayed as I walked. Then, again, the
Lightening struck and I was running again. Running from my fate and
death. Not only Madara and Sasuke could kill me...the Lightening from
the sky could kill me too. I bumped into someone. I stumbled back and
looked up to see who I had carelessly bumped into.
Iruma looked at me with a concerned expression on his face. The tears
ran down my face, someone else who wouldn't protect me. Another
Akatsuki.
"I-I'm sorry...if I disturbed your sleep," I said, wiping my face.
"I was...worried about you, I heard you screaming," Iruma said uneasy.
Before I knew it he had me in a gentle hug. What was he
doing...Akatsuki showed no affection like this...he felt bad, that's
what it was. His hand held my head to his chest and his other arm was
wrapped around my waist. I held onto him. I thought Jashins couldn't
do this. Unless...he had learned to control part of it.
"The other Akatsuki may ignore you...but I'll always be here for you,"
Iruma said. "I don't mind. You're new afterall,"
"Thank you...," I said.
Lightning struck and I held onto him tighter, clutching onto his
shirt. He held me in a rather protective fashion.
"Is that what you're afraid of?" he asked. "You're an Earth
user...well that's perfect, because I'm a Wind user. Wind protects
Earth from Lightning, isn't that right?"
I nodded. He smiled at me.
"I'll protect you, but you have to go to bed. I don't want you tired
in the morning," he said.
He was treating me like a kid...why was that?
"Why are you talking to me like that?" I asked.
"Because, there are more frighting things out there, if anyone knows
about frighting things in this world, it's me,"
"How excatly would you know?" I asked.
Iruma let go of me and started walking to his room, his hands in his
pockets.
"I wish I could show you. But I promised I wouldn't hurt you. I'm not
like Hidan, I'm not like my Father. I'm merciful,"
I followed him.
"I asked you how you know, you didn't answer my question," I said.
"Jashins are part demon. We can contact the hells and ask for advice.
We can talk to the spirits that rome the sky. The water spirits that
travel the seas. The ghosts that weren't sent to heaven or hell. It's
a Jashin gift. That's how I know," he said walking into his room.
"Show me," I said, following him. "Prove it,"
"How stubborn can you get?" he laughed.
Iruma took out six red candles from under his bed. He spread them out
around him in a big circle, inside this circle, he drew the Jashin
symbol and to my amazment all the candles lit up as soon as he finshed
the symbol. He looked over at me and next to the candle light he
didn't look cute, he looked insanely sexy. He held out his hand.
"Are you sure you want to see this?" he asked.
"I'm not afraid," I said taking his hand.
He sat down in the middle of the Jashin symbol and candles and pulled
me into his lap. He held my hands tightly.
"You need to trust me on this," he said softly. "I won't hurt you, but
if I tell you to leave me, to get out of this ritual, you need to
listen, you could be killed,"
I nodded and he began. I couldn't understand what he was saying. I
realized he was speaking the Jashin language, which sounded like
jibberish to me. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes and
suddenly I was pulled into another world.
It was dark and gray, like a dead world. I looked in the sky, the sky
was pitch balck, the moon was red. The ground was gray. All the trees
and plants were dead. Iruma stood in front of me.
"Stay near me," he said, his voice wasn't reconizabled.
It wasn't soft and gentle like usual. It was the voice of a demon and
I couldn't help but notice that his eyes were a deep red. He stared at
the nothingness in front of him.
"Lord Jashin, I need to speak with you," Iruma said.
Something came out from nowhere. My eyes widdened. They only spoke of
this God in legends, but here he was before my eyes. His sharp teeth
were fully visable, his eyes were in slits and blood red, his fingers
were stained with blood and flesh. His black hair was matted and blood
covered and his smile gave me goosebumps.
"I see you've found a bride, Iruma," Jashin said, his voice even more
demonlike than Iruma's.
"She isn't my bride. She's a friend who wishes to see the true horrors
of life,"
"Now why would she want to see that?"
Jashin came up to me with a sharp toothed grin and ran his bloody
fingers down my cheek. I shivered but stood strong.
"This woman wouldn't want to see that,"
"I'd rather you not touch her," Iruma said, gentley taking my arm and
backing away.
Jashin frowned and came extremly close to Iruma's face.
"Are you defying your Lord, Iruma? Are you challenging me?"
"Of course not my Lord," Iruma said uneasily.
"You're as bad as your Father was. Hidan was such a good follower
until he met your Mother! Her name was Mika I believe. Hidan was
accepted into the gates of Heaven by God because of his 'pure heart'.
If he hadn't had a pure heart, than he would still be alive! He
wouldn't have died to be with your Mother. Don't tell me you have a
heart like he does,"
"You had a heart once, my Lord," Iruma said.
"Mmm," Jashin grabbed my arm and I screamed. "It's the girl isn't it?
She's the one who's returning your heart. What is she to you?"
Jashin held onto my arm tightly and put a knife to my neck. His hands
were rough and left blood on my night gown.
"I-Iruma...," I stuttered with tears in my eyes.
"You shouldn't have brought her here, Iruma. You know better, unless
she's a sacriface...," Jashin said.
"Iruma!" I screamed.
Iruma stood unmoving for a second. But with the speed of light, he had
me behind him and he had nearly punched Jashin with a full blow of
Chakra, but Jashin has easily blocked. Jashin began to laugh.
"Get out, Yuki. Get out of the ritual," Iruma said.
"But what about you-"
"Get out!"
Jashin had used his knife to stab Iruma in his stomach. Iruma coughed
up blood and I ran away like a frightened little rabbit. How was I to
be Ninja if I ran away? But Iruma had told me to run...so why not run?
I won't be blamed. I looked back for a moment to discover that the
knife had turned into a sword and was being twisted in Iruma's chest.
Then I fell down what seemed like the edge of the world. I was emerged
in blackness, into nothingness.
I woke up on Iruma's lap, my head leaning on his chest. I blinked a
couple of times. I was back to reality in Iruma's room surounded by
candles. I looked up at Iruma, his eyes had rolled to the back of his
head and blood was spilling from his mouth. I looked down at my arm,
the blood from Jashin's hand was on my nightgown. The blood spilling
from Iruma's mouth increased and I realized Jashin was still hurting
him. Sasori had once told me that when you were pulled into a Spirit
World of any kind, if you are hurt, the hurt is no illusion, it
doesn't just hurt your soul, it hurts your actual body, too. He could
die.
I looked around. I had to break the ritual somehow. I kicked the six
candles around us with taijutsu speed. Then I turned my attention back
to Iruma. His eyes had closed completely and he was now laying on the
ground. I had successfully pulled him out of Jashin's world. But was
he alright?
I ran back over to Iruma and put my head on his chest, no heartbeat.
My eyes watered. If I hadn't asked him to show me the world of Jashin
he wouldn't have died. This was my fault. If I had just stayed and
fought for him, he might still be alive...no...he HAD to be alive.
"Iruma! Iruma wake up!" I screamed. "You can't be dead! You can't be!"
I put my head on his chest and started to cry. I was so
retarded...crying two times in one night...Ninja don't cry. I was
Ninja now, death surrounded us, sooner or later EVERYONE would die.
And why cry for Iruma, I had only know him for one day.
I heard Iruma laugh. My eyes widdened.
"I'm Jashin, angel," he said. "I can't die,"
"Oh my god...," I whispered lifting my head up.
I covered my face with my hands and he sat up. I looked up at him and
I was filled with relieve. Just seeing that sweet and sincere smile on
his face made me grab him and hug him.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" I said.
"I guess I gave you a real scare there, huh?" he said.
"I'm sorry I made you do that, I was being stubborn and I wasn't
thinking and-"
I couldn't finsh because I had hugged him so tight that he began to
cough up blood. I was reminded that he was severly injured.
"Did he hurt you, Yuki? Did he hurt you in anyway?" Iruma asked me,
looking into my eyes.
"No, he didn't. But are you okay? You need to lay down," I said.
Two months passed and Iruma still wasn't completely healed. Kei had
aplogized about turning me away, that he got cranky when someone woke
him up. But my main concern was usually Iruma.
We talked a lot, about our parents and about our abilites. Iruma was
lucky to be alive. His Father, Hidan, was also a Jashin follower until
he fell in love. As selfish as Hidan was, he asked Jashin to take his
gifts away. Jashin said yes, but only if Hidan turned his first child
over to him. Hidan accepted. Soon after Iruma was born, Mika and Hidan
had died and were sent to Heaven. Iruma was left with the burden of
Jashin. Madara had raised Iruma and taught him to fight but Jashin
took control over Iruma's soul. I was surprised Iruma turned out to be
such a gentleman, being raised by such an awful person.
I often did advanced healing on Iruma's chest, Sasori was once in the
Medical Core when he lived in the Sand. He was the best Medical Ninja
at the time. He passed his skills onto me. After three months of
healing him, he was good to go. Tsuki deicided to team me up with
Iruma since we already knew so much about eachother and our Chakra
Natures made a powerful mixture together.
Then I took after my Dad. I started making my own Kekkei Genkki
attacks and new Jutsu. I figured out what Deidara wanted to make C5
like. C5 needed to be like tracking devices, they went after one
speific person, not just anyone. C5 was nearly done, thanks to me.
Then I created my own uniqe Justu: 'Ninja Art: Musical Vibration
Attack'. With this Jutsu I could control the enemy with my instrement
depending on which octive I was using and the pitch of the song. It
worked with Flute and Cello. That was about it.
Tsuki sent Iruma and I on a mission.
"You'll find the 9 Tails," Tsuki said.
"What?" I said. "The 9 Tails has never been caught, what makes you so
certain we'll catch it?"
"This paticular mission comes from Madara," Tsuki shrugged.
"Looks like we have no choice," Iruma yawned, he had just woken up.
"We'll have to try our best,"
"Uzmaki Naruto is now Hokage. It's impossible. How is it that Madara
is still determined to control the world with his Sharingan?"
"Beats me," Tsuki said. "Just do as you're told,"
"Calm down, Yuki. It isn't so bad. As long as he doesn't eneter Sage
Mode, we'll be fine," Iruma said.
"You don't get it. Naruto knew my Mother as a friend. He treats me as
a friend. I can't betray him like that," I said.
"Hopefully, we won't have to fight him, we'll probably fight the Leaf
Shinobi and Anbu Black Ops,"
Iruma and I walked through the Wind Country. We wore our Akatsuki
cloaks, I had requested a new one since Kei had 'customized' mine. My
new one was a perfect fit, I left it open since it bothered me to keep
it closed. Haru and Kirou helped me sew new clothes. At the moment I
wore a black skirt with shorts underneath, a blue shirt with sleeves,
with a green belt. It was something to Haru's liking. Iruma wore a
black T-shirt and jeans, his hands stayed in the pockets of his cloak.
We walked non-stop. I didn't mind. We appoached the Sand Village.
"Are you sure you want to go straight forward? Do you want to stop at
the Sand Village?" Iruma asked.
I looked up at the Village. The lonesome village I hadn't seen in two
years. I looked back down.
"Sure, why not?"
We entered the Sand Village. It was the same as before. Unfriendly
people, crazy kids. But someone stepped before Iruma and I. She had
her blonde hair in 4 pigtails and she wore a smirk on her face. She
banged weapon, which was a fan, in front of her.
"Who are you and why are you here?" she said.
"I am Hino Yuki and this is Shite Iruma. We don't come as a threat to
your Village,"
"Hino Yuki, huh? I am Temari of the Sand, I am the older sister of
Kankuro and Gaara," she said. "I was to be your Aunt you know. Your
Mother had a thing for my Brother,"
"That is none of my business. I am not your Niece so what does this
have to do with me?" I asked.
"Heh, cocky kid. Looks like you've got that from Deidara. Well," she
unfolded her fan. "I can't let you two pass,"
"Well, that's just perfect. I was just getting sleepy and I expected
to rent an apartment and get a good night's rest," Iruma yawned. "I'll
be done with her in a second, Yuki. You just stay back,"
I nodded, knowing not to get in Iruma's way. Temari lifted her fan and
start with 6 huge blows of her fan. Iruma blocked with a huge blow of
his own from just the palm of his hand and before I knew it he had
pulled out a huge Scythe and had stabbed Temari in the stomach and she
fell.
"I-Is she dead?" I asked tilting my head to the side.
"No, just unconsicous. There was poisn on the Scythe that makes you
drowsy. But doesn't kill you. Now come on, we aren't welcomed here.
This woman underestimated me,"
Soon as we entered the Fire Country, night fell. We decided to take a
break. We rested in the darkness of the forest. Making a fire would
only attract attention. I started asking him questions as we laid on
the grass in the pitch black darkness.
"Where...did that Scythe come from?" I asked him.
"It's my Father's, passed down to me," he answered
"Do you hate your Father?" I asked
"Yeah...I do. He sacrificed me to Jashin for his own selfish reasons,"
"But he did it for love. Is love not important to you?"
"It is important. Love is something that keeps you going. A light in
the darkness of this ugly world. The only thing that keeps you alive,"
"You don't have someone that you love. Does that mean that you'll die
sooner?"
We layed on our backs and little by little the stars in the sky began
to appear and the moon showed it's face. I could finally see around
us, as I looked over at Iruma, I saw tears in his eyes.
"No, Yuki. I'm immortal, I was ment to be unloved and never to love. I
am Jashin. That is the Jashin way, I live alone and am buried alive,
alone. That is what my Father sacrifaced me to. That is why I hate him,"
I blinked a couple times as I saw the tears fall from his eyes. I had
never seen him cry, he always had a smile on his face. It was etheir a
sleepy smile when he first woke up in the morning. Or a grin when I
was being clumsy. Or a sad smile when he recalled something about his
Father. Or a sweet smile that he only gave to me.
"I was born to hate," he said softly.
He stared at the moon with the sadest face I could have imagined. I
sat up.
"Stop it," I said.
"Stop what?"
"You are loved. You're talented, sweet, caring, and unselfish,"
He sat up and stared in my eyes.
"That's a lie," he said. "I'm Jashin and I deserve to be hated. I'm a
monster,"
There was no sweet smile on his face, not even a sad one, he stared at
me with tears in his eyes and a frown. We were just inches apart. I
couldn't help but reach out and put my hands in his hair and get
closer so that we were so close we were almost touching. His eyes
widdened and he kept quiet. I sat on his lap and stared into his eyes.
"If you aren't to love...do you not love me?" I asked.
"D-don't make me answer that. Jashins can't love...,"
"So Jashin is more important to you than I am?"
"N-no...that isn't...,"
"Why are you so nervous? Why does it feel like you have a fever? Am I
putting you through hell?"
Deep in my heart I felt bad about this. I felt bad about the fear in
his eyes and the tears that fell from his face.
"I'll hurt you...if you don't get off...," he said painstakingly, not
looking me in the eyes.
"You promised you wouldn't and to tell you the truth, I don't believe
you. You know you've wanted this, so suck it up,"
He squeezed his eyes shut and began to tremble. God, what was I doing?
"I can't control it...much longer...," he said.
"Too late...,"
My lips met his and my hands slid down to his neck. His groans and
moans of pleasure and pain sent chills down my spine. This...was my
first kiss. My tonuge found it's way into his mouth and his skin began
to heat up to an incredibley high temperture. He began to sweat.
"Kiss back," I demanded. "Kiss back,"
"I...can't...I...won't...,"
"Why not?"
"I have trouble...controling my gifts...,"
His breathing came out in desprate gasps for air, as if he had just
been underwater and holding his breath. But this kiss was far from
over. I gave him two seconds to catch his breath then I shook my head.
"I'm not done," I said.
"Yuki...not now...I need to save my energy for the 9 Tails," he said,
breathlessly.
"You promise to do this later? To kiss back?" I asked.
"I'll try...I promise,"
I nodded my head satisfied.
"Just don't ever cry like that in front of me again," I told him.
"Are you not used to it?" he smirked. "Well, I'm not used to you
kissing me out of nowhere, even if I tell you not to,"
He touched his lips lightly with the tips of his fingers.
"But I have to say...that was amazing...," he said. "My gifts are
completely taken away on full moons...so then you can do what you want,"
"One a month?" I exclaimed. "Thats too long!"
"I can alway try...to deal with it...," he looked at me helplessly.
"I'm sorry if that isn't enough, I want it as badly as you do,"
"No...no it's alright. I'm fine. You don't need to push yourself," I
said.
I still sat on his lap. He laid my head gentlely on his chest and
leaned agaisnt a tree. Iruma gentlely stroked my hair with his free
hand and wrapped his other arm protectivly around my waist.
"I couldn't bring myself to hurt you...it was too painful. I would
have ended up hurting you anyway though. Etheir it would be purposely
or excidentel," he said.
I had grown accoustomed to wearing my hair in pigtails, my hair wasn't
in my face as often if I did that. At the moment, Iruma was twirling
my pigtail. He was ripped between his fate with Jashin and love. It
made me regret kissing him. It made me regret ever coming into his
life and making it more complicated. I wrapped my arms around him. The
half moon finally disappeared again but the stars still twinkled in
the sky. I could almost hear Jashin saying: 'You'll never love as long
as my spirit is still awake,'
A year had passed. We had failed the mission on catching the 9 Tails,
as I had expected. Madara must have just been testing our strength. Or
he was making a statement, as in 'The Akatsuki is still alive'.
One day, as I was working on C6, Sasuke knocked on the door of my room.
"May I come in?" he asked.
"Why not?" I said, not looking up from my pencil and book.
I was sitting on my bed with the book in my lap and my pencil in my
hand, biting my lip. Sasuke came in and sat on the bed next to me.
"You seem to be concetrating on something. Are those attacks?" he
asked, peering over at the page.
"What do you want?" I sighed slaming the book shut.
"You should give me more respect, cousin,"
"And why is that?"
"Didn't Madara tell you of the past? Of how we were as children," he
asked
"No, why should I care?"
"I think it's time you learned,"
Sasuke put his hands on the sides of my face. I hadn't ment to be
rude, but Sasuke...he was too much, too charming. I didn't want to
fall for him. I was blood related to him and he was in his 30s, and I
had Iruma. Iruma was everything, nothing else mattered. I stared in
his eyes, his Sharingan was activated.
"It's time you learned of the Akatsuki. Of everyone other than Iruma,"
I was pulled into a Genjutsu.
"Hey! Sasuke! Come battle me! I bet I can beat you in a second flat!"
Naruto said.
"You wish, loser," Sasuke shook his head, his hands in his pockets.
"Oooo! Sasuke! You're way better than Naruto! Naruto's just...,"
Sakura looked at Naruto, disgusted. "...retarded...,"
"Alright guys, new mission...," Kakashi said.
The scene from the training field in Leaf changed before my very eyes.
It was suddenly Tsuki as a 12 year old clinging onto Itachi's cloak,
then it showed her growing slowly but until she was about 15. She
stood in front of Itachi in the back of the old Akatsuki hideout. She
smiled brightly at him. I had never seen her so happy, I would usually
see her with a scowl on her face.
"Tsuki...you've earned yourself an Akatsuki cloak," Itachi said with a
slight smile on his face.
He handed her an Akatsuki cloak. She beamed and put it on.
"Yes! I'm finally more like you Itachi-Senpai!" she said hugging him
tightly. "I promise I won't be clinging on to you anymore! I can do
things on my own now!"
"And you'll become a great Ninja like Sasori and I. But I'm going to
have to ask you to do something for me...," Itachi said, putting his
hand on the back of her head.
"What is it, Senpai?" she asked looking up at him.
"I'm asking if you will marry my Brother, Sasuke. Sasuke has lived in
the dark all his life and I trust that you will bring the light to his
eyes. That you will be persistant on him until he is a good person,"
"That's kind of...a big thing to ask. Sasuke is...unchangable," she
said.
"I believe that you can change him. Tsuki, do this for me. I know it's
a lot to ask, I've caused nothing but trouble for the people around
me," Itachi said.
"That isn't true," Tsuki shook her head. "If it wasn't for you, the
Leaf Village wouldn't be safe...,"
"Don't ever speak of that, you aren't to say things like that outloud,"
"Well...if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have discovered my Natural
Jutsu. I never knew I could see the future, past, and the minds of
other people,"
"That is why...you are now, Akatsuki,"
The scene changed to Tsuki screaming. She cried and cried. In front of
her laid Uchiha Itachi's dead body. Madara leaned agaisnt the walls of
the Uchiha collection room, where the bodies of the Uchiha were kept.
"Will you stop your crying? He was going to die sooner or later,"
Madara said.
"Shut the hell up! You were supposed to die decades ago!"
The blood on Itachi was dripping from his eyes and he had a smile on
his face. Itachi had died with a smile on his face. Tsuki cradled
Itachi's head in her arms.
"He promised...that he'd be here to watch the new Akatsuki grow,"
"Well, you're 18, you're old enough to understand why he died," Madara
said.
Tsuki lightly put her hand on Itachi's chest and kissed him gentlely
on the lips. Her tears mixing with the blood on his face.
"He was too old for you anyway-" Madara began saying.
"You wouldn't understand! You loved no one! Your Brother was just a
tool to you! Madara, you will never understand the hatred that follows
love!" Tsuki screamed at Madara.
Then Tsuki gentely laid Itachi's body down on the table again and
began to walk away.
"You promised Itachi you would love Sasuke...right?"
"What of it?"
"Sasuke was the one who killed Itachi,"
Tsuki stopped walking.
"Then...he doesn't know the truth. You have already told him the
truth...but after he had killed Itachi. You were the one who killed
Itachi. Because if that...," Tsuki turned over to Madara. "You will
die a painful death when I do not need you any longer,"
The scene changed again to Haru and Kirou standing before Tsuki as she
sat in the chair I had seen Konan sit in at the Temple.
"Haru...Kirou...Pein has died, for he isn't the head of this
organization anymore, I am,"
Haru looked down at his feet while Kirou's eyes widdened. They looked
younger, 19 or 20.
"Pein couldn't have died! That's impossible!" Kirou yelled.
"I saw it coming...," Haru said and nodded to Kirou.
Kirou sighed and locked arms with Haru and they both looked up at
Tsuki with faces of strength and meaning.
"We are Pein-Sensei's students. Our wish is his wish. We want the
world to fall into peace under Akatsuki!" they both said.
When I was brought back into reality Sasuke was so close, he was close
enough that I could taste his breath. I was longing to kiss someone so
bad, Iruma couldn't give me anything...it hurt him so much. But it
would hurt him more to know about Sasuke, I'd have to threaten Iruma
to give me what I want next full moon, if not, I'd have Sasuke. Sasuke
turned away and left the room, at the door he spoke.
"Now you know,"
"Its been a year," I said firmly.
"Yes...and it's an hour till sundown, an hour till full moon," Iruma
said.
"I can't wait any longer," I shook my head sitting on his bed.
"Then start...I can deal with the pain for an hour,"
Iruma sat on the edge of the bed. We were both waiting for sundown.
Both waiting for our lips to touch. I cuddled next to him and layed
him down.
"I rather not," I said, putting my hand on his chest. "Tell me about
Tsuki. You know don't you? About her relationship with Itachi?"
"Why are you so curious about it?" he asked putting his hand ontop of
mine.
"Sasuke told me about Tsuki. About the pain she went through when
Itachi died. I thought he was heartless,"
"No...Itachi was an important person. He protected the Leaf,"
"Liar," I sat up.
"I'm not lieing. He loved your Father too. Protected him and helped
him through everything, Sasori did, too. But Itachi...he had a heart
of gold, he was good at hiding it though," he sat up.
"Then why did he kill the Uchiha Clan? Everyone. His own family?"
"Uchiha...planned to kill off the Leaf Village,"
My eyes widdened.
"Itachi was in Anbu at the time. He loved his village as much as he
loved his family. They were both equally important to him. The
officals of the Leaf knew this and used it against him. They
practically said: 'If you love this village, kill the Uchiha, kill
them all,'. If the Uchiha were killed off, the Leaf Village wouldn't
live in fear of them. Itachi was torn between his village and his
clan, he had to make a choice," Iruma said. "He chose the Leaf and
killed his family, but he couldn't kill one person, one Uchiha...his
sweet little brother, Uchiha Sasuke. Sasuke was Itachi's weakness.
Itachi loved Sasuke too much and couldn't kill him. But Itachi lied to
Sasuke saying that he killed the clan to measure his abilites. This
began the hatred in Sasuke's heart, Itachi knew this. Itachi knew this
hate would make Sasuke stronger. He wanted that. Itachi went through
emotional pain that was always hidden by a smile. Sasuke often asked
Itachi to play with him as a child, but Itachi was always with the
Anbu. Sasuke had loved Itachi until that day, the day Sasuke's love
was followed by hatred. Not only was Itachi's clan sacrificed to the
village, his pride and honor were also sacrificed. Noone knew the
truth of Itachi, only 4 people, Danzo, the two elders of the Leaf and
Tsuki,"
"How did Tsuki know this? How did Itachi become attached to her?"
"Well, when Tsuki and Itachi first met, Itachi used Sharingan on her.
Teaching her the lesson of true fear. Your Mother was her Sensei at
the time. But, in spite of Tsuki's fear to Itachi's Sharingan, her
power was reveled. She saw the sadness that layed in his heart, the
emotions of hurt and pain. Tsuki was drawn to him since that day and
even though the Sharingan terrified her, she instantly loved him and
hugged him to everyone's surprise. Itachi was reminded of his younger
brother and he accepted her affection,"
"She...loved him? Isn't he a little to old for her. It's illegal," I
said.
"Not at first. It had been a child and Senpai relationship at first.
But Tsuki got quite a crush on him. Itachi still treated her like a
child until she turned 17, he had realized she wasn't a child anymore,
so he began to break away from her," Iruma said.
"How did she react?"
"She wouldn't let Itachi go. They got so close, too close. Then, she
lost her virginity,"
"Itachi wouldn't do that! She was only 17! And he was 27! They were 10
years apart! That's insane!" I gasped.
"Nothing is insane when it comes to love, Yuki. A year later, Itachi
died, he left Tsuki in tears. That is only part of Tsuki's life,
Itachi was everything to her. He was her world. The day he died,
something in her had changed. Like Sasuke's heart, her heart became
solid and black. Although, Sasuke has improved and isn't a ball of
hate anymore, but Tsuki is far from fixed,"
"Oh my god...," I shook my head.
There was a long pause. Then Iruma took my hand gentlely and spoke in
a soft voice.
"It's been an hour...," he whispered.
There was still silence. Iruma tenderly put his hands on the sides of
my face and softly kissed me. It was gentle and sweet just like he
was. Absoultely no tonuge. I didn't mind, he wanted to start slow, I
was okay with that. But he still winced at the touch of my lips, still
afraid to go farther. I began to move foward a bit and he backed up a
bit, his breathing ragged and scared, like a nervous puppy. He blinked
a couple of times and forced himself to kiss my lips again. Iruma
didn't touch me, he still kept that distance. To my suprise, I wasn't
impatient, to get even this was rare for him. Then he paused.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"An...intruder," he whispered.
"Someone would have informed us by now...," I said softly.
"He's quiet...he snuck in here, but I can sense his
Chakra...it's...similar to...your Father's,"
My eyes widdened. My...Father...?
I jumped off the bed and ran to the door but Iruma blocked it.
"What are you doing?" I yelled.
"Sh, calm down. It's just...what if he hurts you? What if he doesn't
realize your his daughter?"
"He will realize! Just get out of my way!"
I pushed Iruma out of the way. He wasn't going to stand between my
Father and I. I wanted to meet him, I wanted to see Deidara in person.
He created me, he was the man who helped with the Kekkei Genkki, the
person who inspired me to create my own Jutsu. And Iruma wasn't going
to get in my way. I loved him, I did, but I loved my Father. I had to.
I opened the door and ran out. I ran as fast as I could. And only a
few seconds later I saw a dark figure. He stepped foward.
We stood in the hallway, yards apart. The moonlight streamed through a
window in front of me. The man stayed out of the light. I could see
his eyes...they weren't crystal blue, they were brown and tired
looking, I instantly knew who this was.
"Sasori-Senpai?" I asked softly.
He stepped into the moonlight and there he was, the unchanging Sasori
of the Red Sand. I ran to him and practically tackled him. This caused
him to fall to the ground and I kneeled down to him, there was a
surprised look on his face. I kept him down with my own body weight.
"Don't do that again!" I yelled. "You scared me!"
"Yuki, keep queit. Madara mustn't know I'm here," he whispered.
I peered into Sasori's eyes. I hadn't noticed how handsome he really
was, I never really appreticated it or paid much attention. I couldn't
tear my gaze away from his eyes.
"Why did you come here?" I asked.
"I needed...," he began but he suddenly stopped.
He was gazing at something behind me and in an instant he had flipped
us over, faced his back toward me and pulled out a Kunai knife, our
bodies now untouching. I looked up to see what had gotten Senpai into
a battle position. Iruma was there on the other side of the hallway.
He had taken a battle position of his own, his Scythe in hand.
"No!" I grabbed at Sasori's cloak. "He's a friend!"
"He's Akatsuki. He was raised by Madara. This man is the son of Hidan
no Grass. He can't be any good," Sasori said, his eyes still on Iruma.
"As long as I'm here he can't lay a finger on you,"
"Sasori of the Red Sand, huh? This will be an intresting fight. It
seems...you crave to be more than a Godfather to Yuki," Iruma said.
"Don't be ridiculous. I'd never stoop that low," Sasori said.
"Funny, Madara told me Deidara said those excat words about Kazue.
And...you know that...don't you?"
"You are in no position to assume things in the face of an elder Ninja,"
"I am not assuming, I know. I can see it in your eyes,"
"It isn't that easy to read my face, child,"
Sasori stood up, then he helped me up. Iruma watching him like a hawk.
"I can also tell how you feel about her with the way you were suprised
when she jumped on you and how you stayed in the position with her
until you were forced to take battle position, it's quite obvious,"
Iruma said.
"I rather you not speak of something you know nothing about," Sasori
snapped.
"She has a right to know how you feel. You've kept everything from
her. If you loved her enough, then you would tell her,"
"Sasori-Senpai...what is he talking about? What he's saying...it can't
be true...is it?" I tugged on Sasori's sleeve.
"It's nothing to worry about, love," he said taking my hand gentlely.
"Tch, you disgust me Sasori," Iruma shook his head.
"You are to tell her nothing," Sasori gave him a stern look.
"You're keeping something from me?" I asked.
"N-no, of course not, darling. I wouldn't...," Sasori blushed
slightly, so light, I could hardly see, but it was still there.
Sasori has trouble lieing to me, but keeping quiet was his speicalty.
I gave him a stern look.
"Sasori, you know it's better to tell me what you're thinking than to
keep it from me. It would be worse to lie,"
"Yuki, Sasori is in love with you. It's not a theory, not anymore,
it's clear it's become a fact," Iruma said.
"Is that true, Sasori?" I asked Sasori.
"Yuki...I...," Sasori began, but his words faded away as I looked at
him with a hard look. Then he looked down at his feet with a look of
shame on his face. "Don't look at me like that...,"
"Sasori...," my expression softed.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry for not telling you anything. For keeping
everything from you when I knew you'd have to find out sooner or
later. And I'm sorry for never admitting that I was completely in love
with you. So I'm confessing that now...,"
At that moment I was loss for words, but Iruma didn't keep queit.
"You've kept Yuki from the true world. You kept her unprepared and
weak to the Ninja around us. She had to find her own path-" Iruma
couldn't finsh.
"And you've kept your feelings, your emotions buried in your heart...
I would have never guessed...but you're a puppet, I thought it wasn't
your nature to love," I said to Sasori.
"The past year you were gone...I thought I wouldn't be Ninja any
longer so I had taken many of the unnessary weapons in my body and
disposed of them. I added human qualities and as I did so, the many
emotions I hadn't felt in forever came back. Of course, before I had
done this I felt little emotions, such as suprise, family love, and a
bit of sadness, but I never fully felt it. Until now. And before, I
couldn't feel, I couldn't touch. That was taken away as well...but I
can now. When all of this came back I realized what I felt for you..."
he said.
"You're too late," Iruma's expression harded. "How do you expect her
to be in love with he own Godfather? The one who raised her?"
"How do you expect her to love a Jashin like yourself? She'll be
possesed!" Sasori spat back.
Iruma, while we had been talking, had slowly made his way over to
Sasori and I. So Sasori and Iruma were only a foot apart.
"You have no idea about Jashin!" Iruma yelled.
"I've known your Father long enough! And I know that Jashins in
paticular are horrible people!"
And just as I was about to stop them. Madara had appeared before
Sasori and had Sasori's arms behind his back. Sasori looked shocked.
"I think we should have a little talk, Sasori," Madara said
Sasori didn't struggle, he knew when he was defeated. Without his
hands, he couldn't create the Puppet Master Jutsu. Iruma and I knew
better than to get in Madara's way.
"What...are you going to do with him?" I asked.
"Question him. You're looking for Deidara, right? So am I," Madara
said to me.
Sasori was taken to a room underneath the Uchiha Castle. Madara
forbaid me to visit him but promised I'd be able to see him soon. I
wasn't happy with this at all. I debated.
"Madara, I'll do anything...anything to see Sasori. I need to talk to
him," I said.
"Listen, princess. I'll let you go, on one condition," Madara said.
"And what is it?"
"If you are able to beat Iruma in combat, I'll let you go.
Just...don't kill the boy,"
"Why would I want to kill him?"
"Beats me," Madara shrugged. "Or you have another option...,"
"No," I said firmly.
"Now how did you know I was going to ask for a kiss?"
"You've been asking for the last week,"
"So we have to battle eachother?"
"Yes,"
"But I can't go easy on you?"
"Nope,"
"And you're okay with this?"
I sighed. Iruma didn't get it. Not at all. Sasori was the man that
raised me, and admitting that he had feelings for me tore my heart
out. I had brought Iruma out to the backyard of the Uchiha Castle
which was as big as a battlefield.
"Tch, it's for Sasori...am I right?" Iruma said, disgusted.
"Yuki...what can I do? What can I do to take you away from him?"
"Nothing, if that's what you want, then you can't do anything,"
He shook his head. I moved a few yards away from him and took battle
stance.
"If you wish to make me happy, than battle me," I said.
Iruma thought for a moment, then he took his battle position. That's
when it began. We started with Taijitsu. He was fast, but I was
faster. Although, his speed came naturally, mine came with the
Sharingan. I was more of a dodger than a hitter. As Iruma gracfully
attacked me, I gracefully dodged, finding myself doing backflips and
nearly kicking him in the face. Then, we began with weapons, we both
took out Kunai and fought with them. So there was an ocasinal clash
sound or cuts that marked us. Then, the Jutsu began. Iruma's little
fangs began to prod out of his mouth.
"Mmm, you're too good. I'll have to resort to the gifts of Jashin and
stop relying on Taijutsu," he said.
He opened his mouth wide and I almost felt my heart stop. Those fangs
had enlarged. They were nearly as long as half of my pinky finger. He
grinned.
"Are you afraid, angel?"
I froze, like a mouse in the face of a snake. He grabbed me around my
waist and I began to do my hand signs. I knew why he was doing
this...he didn't want me with Sasori. Iruma was worried about what
Sasori would do, just what type of man he was. He felt he needed to
protect me. Well, I didn't need protecting.
"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!" I said, finshing my hand signs.
Sasuke had just recently taught me this Jutsu. An Uchiha orginal. I
put a hand to my mouth, made a circle with my fingers, then blew. Then
Chakra that surged through me was incredible, in the process burning
Iruma's hand and causing him to let go of me. It was the first time I
actually used a Jutsu agaisnt an enemy. I had relied on my Taijutsu
most of the time, even agaisnt the Tailed Beast. I was too afraid to
even try a Jutsu.
Now, I could finally fight with it, and it felt incredible. I found
myself taking out part of the huge clump of Kekkei Genkki clay I had
found under my bed. As I had seen in my Father's book, I shaped the
clay into a little bird. It was so exciting! Delicate yet dangerous!
And in the back of my head, I heard a voice say: 'Just like you.'
I threw the clay at Iruma and yelled a word that was repeated
constantly in Deidara's Kekkei Genkki book.
"Katsu!" I yelled.
Just before it reached Iruma's face, it exploded, causing him to jump
back to saftey, good, now he was in range. But before I had the chance
to do anymore hand signs, I noticed Iruma had drawn the Jashin sign on
the ground in blood, his blood. And on his fingers was just a bit of
my own blood. He licked it off his hand and I shivered. His skin began
to change. My eyes widdened. He was born with this Jutsu from his
Father. His skin color started to look pitch black with white streaks
in the form of a skeleton, the form of a Shiyugami. I knew what was
going to happen next, I couldn't give him a chance to do it. I'd be
defeated.
"Crystal Style, Summoning Jutsu: Blurr Pheniox," I said, doing my hand
signs.
I knew that if I hurt him, I'd get hurt myself, that's what this Jutsu
was. A dragon, the size of my hand, appeared. It was a Crystal Dragon,
and it was a real living creature. I had summoned it. Her name was
Haruhi. She was deadly because she was fast, but long range distances
weren't her thing. She darted toward Iruma and he jerked back, taking
out a Kunai and throwing it at Haruhi, she disinagrated, knowing her
job was done. I had gotten Iruma out of his Jashin symbol, so his
Jutsu no longer worked.
"Ninja Art: Crystal Prison," I said.
Next thing I knew, Iruma was incased in unbreakable purple crystal, I
had won, but I had used all my Chakra, he had used less than half, his
problem was that he was slow. He smirked.
"Looks like I won't have to worry about protecting you," his voice
echoed off the walls of the crystal.
Off in the distance I heard clapping. Not an audience, but a single
person, I looked over and Madara stood yards away from us. In a flash
he was right next to me. Suddenly he put his hands on the sides of my
face. He had held my face so hard that he left bruises, I yelped.
Iruma's eyes widdened and he clentched his teeth. He couldn't do
anything, Madara would easily kill him. Madara held my face harder and
looked into my eyes with his one eye, the only thing exposed in his
entire body. I screamed. Why was he doing this?
"You're impressive. It seems during that fight your Sharingan got
stronger," he held me tighter. "Why wasn't Itachi gifted like that?
Why wasn't Sasuke or Kazue gifted like this? Why wasn't I gifted like
this?" he emphized on 'I'.
"M-Madara...please...," I clutched onto his wrists.
"Senpai! Why are you doing this?" Iruma yelled.
"Queit child!" Madara spat at Iruma. "I want to hear her beg...,"
"Y-you said...I'd be able to talk to Sasori-Senpai-" I couldn't finsh.
"What if I said I killed him, huh? What if I lied?" Madara yelled in
my face.
"Stop it! Stop it!" I yelled pushing him away.
But Madara's grip on my face had been so tight. As he fell on the
ground by the force of my push, he had pulled me down with him. I
found myself on the ground with Madara. I found myself crying into his
chest subconuiously. The very man who yelled at me, who said he killed
Sasori, and who hurt me. I clutched onto him for some reason. And for
some other reason Madara's grip softened. I guessed he was as shocked
as I was supposed to be, but I was too busy taking in the hurt. Madara
propped himself on his elbows and just stared at me. He had taken his
hands off me now. To my astonishment, I was comfortable here, with
Madara. For a moment, everything around us just vanished. But I was
pulled back to reality when Madara spoke.
"I'm sorry. I guess...it wasn't your fault. I just got...upset,"
Madara said. "Are you alright?"
Then curiousity took me on. This was how Madara felt? I bet noone
would have guessed he was so comfortable. His body wasn't like
Iruma's, his body was never exposed, so I couldn't tell what excatly
he was. He had muscles that's for sure, I could feel it by the
structure of his chest and his arms. Why was I...feeling Madara? What
was weird was that he didn't seem to mind. I ran my hands through his
hair breifly. Soft...sliky. And without me even thinking I went to his
lower stomach. So close to... Madara grabbed my hands.
"Naughty little girl aren't you? Sorry, hands off the package.
Although...," he lowered his voice. "Some other time would be great...,"
I shuddered.
"Sorry...I wasn't thinking...," for some reason, I wasn't as
intimadated by Madara anymore.
"Sasori sure is going to enjoy you. I'm sorry for scaring you, he
isn't dead just to tell you,"
I nodded, I guessed as much. I slowly got off of him in a daze and he
got up himself. The Crystal prison had been broken when I fell, Iruma
had his faced turned away.
"You may see Sasori now...if you like," Madara seemed in a trance
himself.
As I walked away I heard Iruma and Madara talk a bit.
"I'm sure you liked that," Iruma said.
"Actually...it was the first time a woman...did that on her own
will...,"
"Yuki, please don't do this," Iruma said.
"I need to. I won't be able to forgive myself if I don't," I said.
I was getting ready to meet up with Sasori. I needed to look my best,
but I also had something planned. Iruma was upset about my plan, I
knew he would be.
"What if he...?" Iruma's voice faded away.
"He won't," I sighed.
I undid my pigtails and let my hair fall loose. It had grown down to
my upper back. And over time, my bangs had completely covered my
forehead. Why cut it? Didn't Sasori like it? I removed my Ninja
headband and set it on the bed. Then I looked at Iruma.
"I'm going to change now," I said.
He sighed and got up.
"You're...accepting him?" he said.
"He's my Senpai and...deep inside I guess I've always felt the same
way," I said.
I walked slowly, careful not to wake anyone up from their sleep. I had
waited until night to fall to visit Sasori. As I approached his door a
little paper lizard sat in front. I looked at it carefully, knowing
this was Tsuki's Jutsu. This paper lizard was a guard. Sasori was able
to be in a room but under constant survalince, this lizard watched
everything.
"I'm here to vist Sasori," I told it.
It nodded, as if it understood and skitted away. Then I knocked on the
door lightly.
"Sasori-Senpai?" I said softly.
I opened the door slowly and Sasori was on his back on his bed, his
arm over his eyes.
"Sasori?" I said again.
"Yes, love?" he answered not even looking.
I sat down on the bed next to him and put my hand on his chest. I
could just feel his faint heartbeat. He wore a black cloak and pants
but nothing else. It used to be the Suna's cutsom clothing.
"Aren't you upset with me?" he asked.
"Why should I be?"
"I never told you...how I felt. And I have kept everything from you,"
"That may be true, but I know it was only for my protection,"
Sasori finally uncovered his eyes. He smiled.
"I must say, I love your eyes," he said.
"My eyes?"
"Your Mother had the same excat eyes. A soft violet. Deidara fell in
love with that and I guess I did, too,"
I blushed and looked at my feet. Then he sat up and touched my cheek.
"You're hurt...who did this to you?" he asked, his voiced had rised a
bit.
I had almost forgotten about the bruises on my cheeks. It throbbed
after Sasori brought it to my attention.
"It's nothing...," I said.
"Who hurt you, Yuki?" Sasori asked again, his anger increasing.
"M-Madara...," I said, turning away. "But it's alright...it was
already dealt with,"
"I would have stopped him," Sasori said, clentching the bed sheets.
"I didn't come here to make you want to kill Madara, Sasori," I sighed.
I got up from the bed and turned away from him.
"What are you here for?" he asked.
It took all the courage in the world for me to do this. For me to
expose myself to Sasori. I began slipping off my Akatsuki cloak,
revealing I was wearing only a black bra and black underwear. I took
the cloak completely off and took a deep breath. What would he think?
What would he say?
"I'm here...to make you happy," I said.
I turned around to him still sitting on the bed, his eyes were wide
and he was blushing furiously. I took another breath and crawled on
the bed in between his legs and pushed him down on the bed, his knees
were bent so my legs fit perfectly inbetween his. As I looked up to
look him in the eyes I found he was looking away, a frown on his face.
"W-what's wrong?" I asked.
"This isn't right. I can't look at you while you're like this...," he
said.
Tears filled my eyes. He couldn't even LOOK at me. Was I that much of
a slut? Was he disappointed in me? Was this all a mistake?
"Sasori...," my voice cracked.
He instantly looked at me and saw the tears streaming from my face.
"...I love you," I said.
As I said those words I knew they were true. How I always admired his
sliky red hair and his brown eyes. I had wished I was born like that,
but now I wanted that to myself. I wanted Sasori more than anything. I
wanted his touch, I wanted him to whisper sinful things to me. But he
still thought of me as a child. As a girl not a woman.
I stared at Sasori, he looked me up and down for a moment. I suddenly
felt selfconuious. I wasn't excatly flat chested, so I knew my bra was
threatening to show my breast. But I didn't care at the moment. Didn't
men like that? My hair felt over my shoulders and my legs sat in his
crotch area. Why wasn't he responding? More tears fell from my eyes
and just when I was about to give up, he spoke.
"I love you, too. More than anything, angel," he said.
I felt relief flood through my body. Then I began to slip off his
cloak. As I child, I remembered Sasori not having a
chest. Diffrent compartments and weapons were built in the place of
his chest for battle. But as I took his cloak off, I realized all of
that had been removed. His chest looked completely normal and human, I
put my hands on his chest. It felt normal, too. Completely human. He
was so warm, I never remembered him being so warm. I heard him smirk.
I looked up him. And there was that smirk, oh but it fit so sexily on
his face. I looked at my hands, blushing at my thought.
I didn't think this would be so embrassing.
"You're as curious as you were when you were 8," he said. "Clueless,
too,"
"Shut up. At least I'm trying...it's just...you're my Senpai,"
Then I remembered all the times Sasori had called me 'love' or 'angel'
or when he kissed me on the top of my head. He'd been so gentle when
he kissed me and he put so much thought and love into even the tiniest
gestures to me. Whenever I cried he'd give me a sweet smile and say:
'It's alright, I'll protect you.'
When I was small he would tuck me in at night and lay on the bed by my
side until I fell asleep. He would sing to me in that soft sweet voice
and I would sing along. He taught me how to read and write rather than
go to school. He protected me from any Ninja that was passing through.
As a child, I always stood by his side and cried whenever he had to
leave me for just a moment.
Sasori...here he was now, with me ontop of him, having confessed his
love to me. I blinked a couple of times. Then I wrapped my arms around
his neck and I whispered softly in his ear.
"You can do anything you want with me tonight," I whispered.
"Anything...does that include-?"
"Yes, everything and anything. You tell me what to do, I do it,"
I could hear the rain outside. It was soothing, it calmed me down a
bit. I kissed his lips gentlely and he responded by taking it up a
bit. He flipped us over and kissed me. It was the first real kiss I
had. His tounge felt good in my mouth, I could almost taste the sins.
I ran my hands through his hair as he began his moans of pleasure, it
gave me goosebumps.
"I didn't think...kissing you would feel this good...it's
overwhelming," he said, his breathing getting a little harder.
"Sasori...Sasori...," was all I could mange to get out.
His kiss came harder, it was breathtaking. His arms wrapped around my
waist. It was getting so intense. Every second his kisses came harder.
I needed to breathe, I couldn't breathe. He pinned me on the bed, his
fingers making bruises on my waist, but I didn't care. Sasori...liked
to make things rough, I realized. Our moans became louder and I was
afriad someone would here us.
"I...I need to breath," I breathed out.
"No stopping...I won't let you stop," Sasori whispered.
I bit his tounge by mistake but he didn't seem to mind. I could taste
his blood. And then finally he pulled away. The throbbing in my waist
began, I nearly screamed because of the pain. My breathing came out in
short ragged breaths.
"I'm sorry...," he said breathing hard. "But...wow...that
was...amazing...,"
"If you think that's amazing, you should feel sex. I'm...old
enough...," I said.
"Yes, but I think I'd hurt you more," he said.
"You like to keep things ruff, huh?" I smirked. "I'll remember that
when I get revenge...by grabbing your crotch,"
He cringed.
"I'm not done yet...I'm giving you a second to catch your breath," he
said. "I'm ready when you're ready,"
"Calm down...there's more to this than just kissing...," I told him.
"It's about touching, too,"
I ran my hands down his chest and traced shapes on his skin with the
tips of my fingers. He shivered and I surpressed a giggle. I'd never
seen Sasori like this, he was always so collected and now it seemed he
was coming undone. I layed down next to him and rested a hand on his
lower stomach.
"You have to relax, Sasori," I said softly. "Don't go so fast,"
I nearly laughed at how lost he looked. But his confusion soon
vanished from his face. He looked over at me and gave me a sweet smile.
"I'm just new to this is all," he said.
I rested my head on his chest and intertwined my fingers in his. I
wished I could stay like this forever, just curled up next to Sasori.
With his free hand he ran his fingers through my hair.
"You never leave your hair undone," he said. "I like it,"
"It gets in the way too much. It's a bother actually,"
Sasori stopped running his hand through my hair and stared to trace my
spine with two of his fingers. His violent side had disappeared, he
was gentle and soft now. I looked up at him and almost intantly our
lips met. It had been a mistake, I blushed and he smiled. He softly
began to kiss me again, but gradually he became rough again.
"Shit," he whispered. "I'm sorry...I just wish I had...more control,"
"It's alright," I said softly as he nibbled gently on my neck.
Sasori's hands made their way to my upper theighs and he wraped my
legs around his waist. My face became hot. Who ever thought he was
so...sexual? This was unlocking the teenage side of Sasori. As
Sasori's hands came dangerously close to my private area, I began to
push his hands away.
"Sasori...no...," I squeezed my eyes shut, how could he want so much?
"You said anything and everything...anything I wanted, were you
lieing?" Sasori's voice relaxed my body, I loved his voice.
"I-it'll hurt...it'll-,"
He kissed me gentlely on my lips.
"It's alright, if you don't want that, I won't do it, not yet," Sasori
said. "I'm still 131, I respect a woman's protest,"
Ever since what happened between Sasori and I, I had suddenly become
intrested in Tsuki and Itachi's story. I asked Iruma all sorts of
questions. Until one day he told me that it wasn't dangerous to ask
Tsuki herself. That wasn't a bad idea. Tsuki would know many things
about Itachi. I had heard Itachi and Sasori had been good friends.
One day I knocked on the door of her room.
"Tsuki...Chan?" I called.
I opened the door. Her room was bare. Not even a bed in the room. She
sat on the floor with a basic hand sign, her eyes closed. As soon as I
walked in her eyes shot open.
"What do you want?" she asked harshly.
"U-um, Tsuki...Leader...Iruma told me about...Itachi,"
"What of it?"
My eyes widdened as I noticed the Sharingan was emmebed in her eyes.
"I-I never noticed the Sharingan in your eyes," I said.
"They aren't mine. They are Itachi's," Tsuki closed her eyes.
I took a deep breath and sat next to her.
"You took...Itachi's eyes?" I asked.
"Yes, why not? He was dead anyway. What good would it do if the
Sharingan died with him?"
She said it so coldly. Like it was nothing. As if she hadn't even
loved Itachi. Let alone make love with him. Her face was so
emotionless. I couldn't read her face at all. She was almost excatly
like Itachi himself.
She shot a glare at me.
"What?" she spat.
Those Sharingan eyes sent chill up my spine.
"I-I was wondering if you could tell me about Itachi," I said rather
quickly.
"Would this have anything to do with Sasori?" she asked.
I didn't answer. She had figured it out. She smirked.
"Itachi and Sasori had been such great friends. Although they seemed
to measure up ability at times, like in choji or card games. They were
both clever. But no one would guess who was first to die, Itachi or
Sasori? It turned put to be Itachi. When Itachi died, Sasori felt as
if he lost his best friend. He obtained the habit of playing choji by
himself as if he was playing choji with Itachi as an angel or ghost,"
Tsuki explained.
So that was why he did that when I was a child. It was his way to
mourn Itachi's death. I had never known Sasori had been such great
friends with Itachi.
"They also looked after Deidara. Treating him like a child. Sasori
looked out for Deidara as if Deidara was his own child. Itachi often
disiplined Deidara. Sasori was too good of a person to go hard on
Deidara. But Itachi had no mercy," Tsuki said.
"What about you? You and Itachi... You were so young and it doesn't
seem like Itachi would try to...,"
Tsuki smiled a bit.
"I asked him...and he immediatly accepted. Itachi was an emotionless
man. It wouldn't seem possible that he would be attracted to such a
young girl. But as I devloped...and he realized I was growing into a
woman he knew that his love wasn't healthy. His life was missing
something and it was that speical person, it was me. He wouldn't admit
it until I had him pinned on the bed,"
"I wouldn't be able to do something like that to Sasori," I blushed.
"Don't be embrassed," she laughed. "I used to have a thing for Gaara
no Suna, the Kazekage! Can you believe that? Although, I think it
would have been better that way, rather than falling for Uchiha Itachi,"
She was loosening up...good. I studied her for a moment. She was so
beautiful. Her skin was a ghostly pale, but it suited her, it was true
Japanese beauty. Her eyes were wide, her Sharingan now deactived, her
gray eyes sparkled. Her short aqua hair was unbrushed, falling down
her head, but that also suited her. Her body was much more curved than
mine was. I felt a pang of jealously. Then I spoke.
"How did you get attached to Itachi? What drew you to him?" I asked.
"Frankly...his eyes. True they were terrifing but...they were
beautiful at the same time. He was a man of charm. Itachi's eyes drew
me toward him. This was not Genjutsu though. They made me want to
touch him. It seems impossible Itachi killed so many people with those
eyes. He was both terrifing and beautiful at the same time, that's why
I always clung to him. No one saw his hurt the way I did. No one ever
did. I cried for him, I was there for him and...," she looked at me
with intense eyes. "I talk to him to this very day,"
My eyes widdened. That's impossible...
"Haru and I talk to the dead, Yuki. I could...take you to see your
mother and to see Itachi and the other Akatsuki members. I'm sure it
will be good for you,"
"I-I can...meet Itachi?" I asked.
Tsuki took my hand. This couldn't be possible. What the hell was she
talking about? Tsuki activated her Sharingan and stared in my eyes.
There was a long silence then I felt something pulling me, as if it
were pulling me into the ground, it was like the breath was knocked
right out of me. I squeezed my eyes shut. What was going on? Where was
Tsuki taking me? How was this possible?
I opened my eyes, I faced a tree. Not just a tree, the biggest tree
that I had ever seen, from the side pouring out was a waterfall. A
waterfall...coming out from a tree? Tsuki stood next to me, smiling
up at the tree. Why was she smiling? This scared me to death. The
roots could easily trip anyone. This tree was wasn't a regular tree.
It was an apple tree, it's flowers were a light pink. The trees around
it had white leaves.
"Where..are we?" I asked.
Tsuki didn't answer, she just pointed to the tree. I looked closer an
leaning against the tree was Uchiha Itachi. He didn't seem to notice
us. He stared off in the distance staring out into space. He sat on
the highest branch with one knee propped up. He rested his arm on his
knee. Tsuki was right. He was beautiful. His Akatsuki cloak was still
on him. My eyes widdened. This must be...
"This is the Spirit World," Itachi said suddenly, not even turning his
head.
"How are you, Itachi," Tsuki said rather shyly.
"I'm just fine...," Itachi looked over at me. "Is this who I think it
is?"
"Hino Yuki no Hino Deidara no Aidou Kazue," Tsuki nodded.
"Ah, looks like her mother," Itachi smiled.
Itachi was suddenly in front of Tsuki and she blushed and looked down
at her feet. He caressed her cheek.
"How are you, love?" Itachi asked her.
"I'm doing fine," she blushed.
"Is Haru still bothering you?" he asked, kissing her ear. "Because I
can deal with him,"
Her blush became extremly bright and she glanced over at me.
"Itachi...not now," she pushed him away.
Itachi looked over at me with a sweet smile.
"I'm sure you want to meet the other Akatsuki members," he said.
I nodded, blushing a bit.
"You haven't said a word. Do I have to kiss you too for you to talk?"
he said with an amused look.
"That won't be nessecary, thank you," I said as he kissed my hand.
I had always thought Itachi had no heart. That he never smiled. But it
seems after his death his spirit was set free from all the misery and
the emotion in his life. He gentlely took my hand and smirked.
"So, you're the love of Sasori's life?" he asked.
"Is that a bad thing?" I said blushing brightly.
He laughed a soft and smooth laugh. Then he put my hand to his chest.
My eyes widdened, Itachi...was sexual too?
"W-what are you doing?"
"Shh, listen...," he whispered.
"I don't hear anything," I said.
"Thats it. You can't hear nor feel my heartbeat," he smiled.
"Sasori...his heart still yearns for so much more, you must feed his
needs. Give him what he wants and he will be happy until death. No,
he'll even be happy after death,"
"How are you so sure of what Sasori wants? You may be his friend. But
I...I...," I said pulling my hand away.
"Ah! You're stubborn!" he laughed. "You're perfect for Sasori. Anyway,
enough about Sasori, I don't think you've met the former and first
Leader of Akatsuki. Pein...,"
As if right on cue, Pein emerged from under the waterfall. His
appearence startled me. Piercings...everywhere. His eyes a vortex of
purple and black, it almost made my heart stop. Tsuki had replaced
this man in Akatsuki. This was Konan's love. He didn't smile like
Itachi, he wasn't as easy going after death. He scowled at Tsuki.
"You are able to bring the child of Hino Deidara but not Konan? How
disappointing," Pein said.
"Go easy on the child, Pein. It isn't like she could reach Konan,"
Itachi sighed carelessly.
"She should be able to. Tsuki has replaced me, afterall. It's rather
sad to see her as a failure," Pein said.
"Don't say that about her!" Itachi yelled at Pein as Tsuki shrunk
back. "You can't put this much pressure on a child!"
"Says the one who was in bed with her. Shut the hell up. She isn't a
child anymore. You've always had that problem, you never let her grow.
You never just stood back and watched, well now, death has forced you
to," Pein said calmly.
Itachi clentched his fists and looked at his feet. I took Tsuki's hand
and squeezed it. She nodded then, with forced confidence she spoke.
"Pein, Yuki wants to speak with her mother," Tsuki said.
"I'm sorry, but she isn't in. Kazue has left the Spirit World to look
over Deidara. She was awfully worried," Pein said.
"Oh, I understand," I said. "I didn't think spirits could leave the
Spirit World,"
"Only as a Guardian Spirit. It's the only way the dead is able to be
on Earth," Pein said. "I'm sure you want to meet the other former
members of Akatsuki,"
Pein took my hand gentley and lead me under the waterfall. I looked
back at Tsuki and Itachi helplessly, but they were already busy with
eachother. Pein's hands felt cold, but soft, it made me shiver. He
looked back at me.
"Are you alright? You seem stressed," he asked.
"I'm fine,"
"You don't need to be afraid in the Spirit World, nothing here can
hurt you. Even if we wanted to we couldn't. The Lord wouldn't be too
happy,"
Pein lead me into the tree. I looked around. It wasn't even like we
were in a tree. Inside, it was a whole new world. There were still
trees but they were frosted with snow and everything seemed white.
There was a fountain, it was shaped as a rose and water poured out
from the leaves of the rose into a pool of water. Drops of water
speckled the outside of the fountain and the rose.
Then I noticed on the rim of the fountain, a man laid down on the
stone, a woman next to him, her hand on his chest and her eyes on the
water. Then I reconized who they were. Hidan no Grass and Aidou Mika
no Leaf. Iruma's parents. Hidan looked up, his eyes widdened.
"No crap...that ain't Deidara's kid," Hidan gaped.
"How would you know?" Mika asked.
"She has Kazue's face. And I don't think she'd get in bed with anyone
but Deidara," Hidan said.
"Are you...Iruma's parents?" I asked shyly.
"Hell yeah, what's it to you?" Hidan said rather rudely.
"Don't be rude, Hidan," Mika smiled at me. "Please excuse him, he's
isn't very polite. But yes, we are Iruma's parents. I'm aware that he
has come to...like you,"
"We're good friends," I nodded.
Iruma looked very much like his mother. But amost nothing like his
father. Although, Mika's hair is lighter than Iruma's. I looked over
he other side of the fountain. There was a field of purple, white, and
blue flowers. Roses to be exact. I noticed there was a man, barely
even 20, laying in the flowers. His eyes closed. He had black smooth
hair that I suddenly longed to touch. A violin layed next to his lean
body.
"Whoose that?" I asked.
"That's Aidou Daiki. Your mother's older brother," Pein said. "It
seems he's having his afternoon nap,"
Without me even noticing I found myself sitting on my knees next to
him. Just staring. I noted his fingers, long slender fingers, he had
to be a violinist. I didn't dare touch him. It was too dangerous, too
risky. A handsome man he was. He had a dark charm to himself, wearing
a black long sleeved button down shirt and black jeans. His body was
arched toward the violin, the bow in hand. Then his eyes shot open, I
blinked a couple times.
"Who are you?" he asked. "I demand an answer,"
Daiki didn't even look at me. He kept his head away, in the direction
of his violin.
"Nevermind. I already know who you are," Daiki said. "Hino Yuki, what
a shame,"
"Eh? What do you mean what a shame?" I spat at him.
"The daughter of Aidou Kazue. The weakest of them all," he sat up and
stared at me with unintrested eyes.
"What are you talking about?" I yelled.
How dare he wake up and start to critize me like that! What person
does that?
"Calm down, kid. Daiki has always hated you mom, he resented her
'cause she didn't get so much pressure on her. Ryuk, your grandpa,
expected a lot from Daiki, but Kazue was always loved, no pressure was
put on her. That's why he hates her," Hidan said.
I looked back at Daiki. He was laying down again. His arms behind his
head, eyes closed.
"Well...that's stupid and immature!" I yelled.
"You brat," Daiki gave me a deathstare.
"Get over it! You're dead now! What's the big deal? I can't stand
bastards like that!"
"You go girl!" Hidan laughed.
Daiki just stared at me, I stopped yelling and looked at the ground,
embrassed. I had just screamed at Aidou Daiki, that's just great, my
own uncle. Daiki shook his head and closed his eyes again.
"Whatever," he said and rolled on his side.
For some reason, to me he resembled a cat. He had a dark, graceful
beauty to him but he could be an awful person, then again, he avoids
challenges, just like a cat. I reached out and touched his shoulder.
"Will you play?...The violin for me? I've never seen anyone play the
violin, only the cello,"
"No,"
"What? Why not?"
"Because I said no and I don't feel like it,"
"Don't you know how to respect a woman?"
"Don't you know how to respect your elders?"
"You're only three years older than me!"
"I died at this age but I died 17 years ago. So respect your elders,"
"Shut the hell up!"
"They're perfect for eachother!" Hidan laughed.
"Shut up!" Daiki and I yelled at Hidan at the same time.
I reached over Daiki to grab his violin. But just as I was about to
grab it, he snatched it away and I fell foward, falling on Daiki. The
breath was knocked out of both of us.
"Just give me the violin, retard!" I yelled, grabbing for the violin.
"Get off!" he yelled as I struggled to keep my balence on top of him.
I had always had a curiousity for intrements. No matter what type it
was I always wanted to play. I tugged at the top of his shirt to pull
him down so I would be able to catch the violin. This got him
fustrated. He flipped us over, his breathing heavy. He pinned me on
the bed of roses.
"I wake up to this," he shook his head. "You're a stubborn one, just
like your mother,"
His grip tightened around my wrists and it was beginning to hurt.
"L-look, I'm sorry," I winced. "Ow...,"
Before my very eyes, the roses had turned into white sand. Pure white
sand. It swirled around the trees and fountain. Then, to my suprise,
Daiki was being lifted off me. Kisame, Itachi and Tsuki stood behind
Daiki. Kisame was the one lifting him up.
"The cat of the Akatsuki is bullying the Akatsuki Princess? How
disgraceful," Kisame said.
"Cat? Where did that come from?" Daiki asked, getting to his feet.
"The nickname suits you. Scampering from place to place...you never
stayed in the hideout," Kisame said.
"He never slept," Itachi corrected. "Not until he died,"
"Like a cat," Kisame smirked and looked over at Pein. "Oi! Leader-
Sama! What are we gonna do to the cat?"
Pein thought about it for a moment.
"For hurting the Princess you are to become her Guardian Spirit for
life," Pein decided.
Why were they calling me Princess? I had a feeling that was suddenly
my position in the Akatsuki.
"What! You can't make me do that!" Daiki yelled. "That outragous!
You're going to far! I barely even hurt her!"
Itachi gentley took my wrists and showed them to Daiki.
"Bruised, Daiki. You know the rules. Even the Lord said so. So you can
etheir go fade away in a hole, or become her Guardian," Itachi said.
"I guess it can't be as boring as the Spirit World," Daiki sighed.
"That's right. You should be thanking her, Daiki," Tsuki said.
Daiki rolled his eyes and sat down again on the white sand that had
been roses. Then he pulled me into his lap. I stiffened, what was he
doing?
"Daiki has to get closer to you, Yuki," Itachi grinned. "That's part
of being a Guardian Spirit. But the good thing is that outside the
Spirit World, you're the only one who can see him,"
Daiki wrapped his arms around my waist tightly, my face began to get
hot.
"Aww! She's so cute!" Kisame commented. "Look at that blush it suits
her so well!"
"You sound like an old woman, Kisame," Itachi laughed.
I looked at Daiki. He had a scowl on his face and he was blushing even
brighter than me. Daiki took my hands and held them tightly. Then I
felt it. I felt my heart ache. Like it was stopping. I clutched onto
him. And he held me to him.
"Don't worry...this is just Guardian Exchange," he whispered. "It's
going to hurt a little, but our hearts are exchanging blood,"
"It hurts! Daiki, it hurts!" I screamed. "I want Sasori! I-I want
Mada-!"
I had almost said Madara to my suprise. Why had I said that? What good
did he do me? But my scream interrupted my sentence. My heart throbbed
and each pump of my heart mad it hurt more.
"It's alright, Yuki! Calm down!" I heard Kisame yell over my screams.
"It's normal!"
"No it's not!" I screamed.
"Shh...," Daiki whispered, stroking my hair.
Then, as quickly as it came it went. I stayed still, clutching onto
Daiki's shirt. He still stroked my hair, then he smirked.
"Done?" he asked.
I pushed myself away from him and shivered. I stood up and he followed
closely.
"Daiki will be following you from now on. He is now your Guardian
Spirit," Pein said.
"He has to follow me now?" my eyes widdened.
" 'Fraid so," Hidan shrugged.
"Okay...," Daiki began to search my pockets. "Where do you keep your
room key,"
"Don't touch me," I pushed him away hard.
"Don't you ever learn, Daiki? You can't just touch a woman like that.
She won't like it," Mika sighed.
Since yesterday, Daiki had been following me everywhere, even outside
the Spirit World. Althought eh other Akatsuki memebers didn't see him,
he was like my ghost. Buy he walked causally, hands in pockets, next
to me. People would pass right through him, he wouldn't even notice.
The only person he could touch was me.
"You really are boring," he yawned.
"Shut up!" I snapped at him as I sat in my room.
"Make me," he snickered.
I rolled my eyes and continued to write I the Kekkei Genkki book.
Daiki sighed and took out his violin, which was also invisable to
anyone but me and him.
"You said you wanted to hear me play?" Daiki asked.
I sat crossing my legs on my bed. I looked up at him suprised. Daiki
was sitting on my desk, his legs wide open, as if he was trying to
prove something... I supressed a blush.
"What brought you to that decision?" I asked.
"Bored out of my mind," he shrugged and jumped off of the desk.
He put the violin to his chin and the bow on the strings. There was a
long pause as I waited for him to play. Then he began. The violin was
much more elegant than the cello. The violin was small and not as
nearly as loud as the cello, but it's sound was picking of the strings
and was much more sad. Daiki played with care and gracefulness. His
long arms and soft fingers came around the violin perfectly. My
attention soon came to Daiki himself. His dark violet eyes drew me in.
His body so lean and slender. Daiki's dark charm surrounded me. When
he finshed he looked up at me and smirked.
"You're staring? I'm touched," he said with a cocky attitude and he
sat next to me, putting his violin aside.
"You play beautifully," I said turning away.
"Mmm, that's barely even a complement," he said pulling me onto his
lap. "Compared to what you can give me...,"
"Why do you like to touch me like this?...if you hate me so much?" I
shivered.
"After I died...my reputation didn't really matter anymore. I could do
whatever I want even if it makes no sense," he shrugged.
"So you're doing this for no reason at all?" I asked.
"Mmm...you could say that...," he said kissing my ear. "I would say
I'm doing this for the fun of it, unlike Sasori-Senpai, who does it
because he loves you,"
"So I'm your toy?" I asked, cloaking my anger.
"Pretty much...," he said, adding a sexy flare to his voice as he
began to nibble my neck.
This man...was disgusting. He made me sick to my stomach. My anger
boiled inside of me as he began sliding his hands inside my skirt.
Just as he began to reach my private place, I punched him hard in the
face. He quickly removed his hands.
"Woah! Calm down!" he said putting his hands up. "I wasn't going to
hurt you!"
"You fucker!" I yelled at him.
I noticed that there was no blood coming from his face. No brusies
etheir. He didn't look hurt at all.
"I suggest you don't do that. You're just losing your own energy. I
can't get hurt, I'm already dead," he shrugged.
"Why would you do that? You act like a rapist! I can punch you as
much as I want!" I yelled.
As I came in for another blow, he dodged. Then he had suddenly
disappeared. I looked around frantically. Where had that bastard
gone? Then I heard a meow. I looked down on the floor and a black cat
with silky fur stared back at me. I realized that it's eyes were dark
violet.
"Daiki?" I asked softly.
The cat mewed.
"You're a cat!" I laughed. "Your Spirit Animal is a cat!
Daiki in cat form played with his paws, shamfully.
"Aw, it's not so bad. You're cute as a cat," I said.
Daiki hissed as if to say: 'I'm not cute! I'm sexy!'. I picked him up
by his stomach and put him on my lap. He stiffened and mewed. I began
to pet his silky fur. He put put his head on my lap in a bored fashion.
"You haven't talked to me in forever," Madara sat down next to me in
the ballroom of the hideout.
"Mmm...," I murmered resting my head on his shoulder, I was tired this
morning.
All last night Daiki had been bothering me to play songs for him on
the piano, the harp, the flute, cello, and sing for him. He was
intrested in the musical arts like I was. Madara laughed.
"Restless night, huh?"
"I guess," I said.
Madara had become a gentler, kinder person after the day he had hurt
me. I wondered why. It was nearing Christmas time. It was now November
so snow pounded on the windows of the Uchiha household. Madara and I
sat on the floor. He gentley wrapped his arms around me. Madara did
this so softly that I didn't even notice his arms were there.
"Are you cold?" he asked softly.
"Not anymore," I repiled.
Madara tighten his grip just a bit, but then Daiki, in cat form,
jumped on my lap. I stopped leaning on Madara and sat straight up. The
black cat looked up at me sternly, like he owned me or something.
"Oh? And whoose this, Yuki? Your new boyfriend?" Madara laughed.
"He wishes," I said as Daiki rolled his eyes. "I...found him hanging
around the castle," I lied. "His name is Daiki,"
"Daiki? Why the hell would you name him that? Daiki means 'Great one'
cats are little street roamers," Madara said, picking Daiki up.
Daiki clawed at Madara and hissed. Madara dropped him and Daiki fell
stomach first on the ground and mewed painfully.
"Oh!" I said, a sudden pang of guilt hit me and I carefully picked up
Daiki and held him to me.
"Is he hurt?" Madara asked concerned.
"He's fine," I said observing Daiki's underside.
Daiki mewed cheerfully as I rubbed his stomach, then he lightly put
his paw on my wrists and looked at Madara with an excusing expression.
Then he looked at me with a softer expression as if saying: 'I don't
like him,'.
And as Madara attempted to pick him up again, Daiki hissed again and
shot away, out of the ballroom.
Five minutes later, I entered my room and found Daiki laying on my
bed, closing his eyes. He was now in human form. I sat next to him and
put my hand lightly on his stomach, he winced.
"I'm sorry," I said softly.
"I'm fine. You should be worried about yourself. I don't like Madara,"
"Or is it that you don't like the way he was holding me?" I smirked.
"I'm just worried is all," he sighed.
"Mmm," I layed down and rested my head on his chest. "Bet you wish you
could hold woman like that,"
"Not just any woman," he said put his hand on my head. "Maybe I'm a
little jealous,"
"Okay, Mr. Kitty Cat," I said, rubbing his stomach softly. "Just don't
jump in when I'm with Sasori, alright,"
"Alright," he sighed. "At least I trust him. I'm your Guardian, I have
to protect you,"
"You think Madara will hurt me?"
"From what I've heard, he already has," Daiki scowled. "If I'd been
there it would have been different...,"
"He won't do that again. He feels guilty now," I sat up and kissed him
on the top of his head. "I can't believe you care so much,"
"Yeah yeah, now go run off to your Sasori or whatever," Daiki rolled
to his side and closed his eyes.
"I have another question," I said. "If your dead, then why are you
hurt?"
"Only in Animal form I am able to be hurt by living things. That is
when I'm vaunrable-" Daiki didn't finsh his sentence because he began
to cough, he quickly sat up.