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The akatsuki belong to Kishimoto-sama.
And uh...enjoy this very interesting story.
Bring me To Life
Chapter one~ I am who?
A pale ghost like girl with dead grey eyes and black hair, which reached her knees, sat near a broken window seal. She sighs and looks at the night sky while a dark crimson liquid falls from her left eye and a black inky liquid falls from her right. Sadness hits her as she tries to stand from her pervious beating from her father earlier that day. "W-why…I didn't do anything that time…"
The girl wiped her eyes and the door locking her in her 'room' (aka Attic) flung open and a man with a beer bottle in his hand stumbled towards her. She quickly turned herself around to face the man.
"Y-yes father." she said trying to hide the pain she was in. "Hey you bitch! Your in big troubles…come here." The words stumbled almost as much as he did.
As soon as she got close enough he slapped her so hard she fell, never mind that fact that she's already in pain. He left a red mark on her face.
He rolled her on her back and began beating at her. She screamed in pain and after a few minutes he got up, left, and locked the door behind him. She made no effort to move, she just looked at the warm liquid that ran over her face and onto the floor.
She was a very skilled fighter, although she can't ever recall getting into a fight, she never fought back…all I fear that no one would like her or want her.
She'd rather be in pain from being abused than being alone outside.
After a while she stood, shaking, bleeding, and crying a bit.
"H-he's got anger issues." She laughed to herself. I did nothing to him…nor did anyone get disrespected.
It hurt her to think of the reasons why he wanted to beat her, so she just 'shrugged' and grabbed a blanket (more like an oversized holy pillow sheet) and laid it out on the cold bloody floor. She curled her body as best as she could to conserve whatever heat she had left. "Well…if I don't get beaten to death the cold will definitely get me." She joked as she drifted to sleep.
The somewhat broken grandfather clock, lost in the corner of darkness, stroke one as the ghost was woken up by an outrageously loud crash two stories down. Her eyes spread quickly as she quickly sat up, ignoring the pain. She stood and tip-toed as quietly as she could near the door. "Now who could have done that?" she whispered.
"Keep it quiet you moron!" a deep voice spat.
"What the fuck! Don't tell me what to do! The ass hole here could sleep through the end of the fucking world!" another one spat back.
"True but that doesn't mean make this damned mess…"
A sweat drop appeared on the ghost. You can't be serious these two out of all that could appear in my house…THESE TWO!? She rested her hand on the door handle.
"Were the fuck does that lead."
She held her breathe; she knew that he was talking about and soon enough their footsteps got louder. A hand grasped the other side of the door knob. As soon as she felt it her hand retreated to her chest. It turned but not very far.
"It's locked."
She let the air run free again.
"I'll break the shit down then."
She suddenly couldn't breathe.
"Hidan I'm not paying for the shit you break…hell no!!"
The air ran away.
"Let's go leader is waiting."
"Fuckn'…FINE!"
The footsteps quieted down and she retreated to the window to see if the two left through the front. No sign of them. She sighed.
"FUCK!" she yelled as she clutched her right arm and dropped to the floor.
"My arm!! Ahg!!" she landed on her stomach. "It burns!!" she yelped before passing out in front of her window of lost dreams as she called it.
~Morning~
The sun soon gazed over the sleepy forest and peered into her house. The lock turned on the door, the girl's eyes opened without a second too late and she jumped to her feet as her father walked in.
"I don't know how your shitty ass got out but you to clean up that fucking mess!!" he stilled sounded drunk.
"But-"
"Go or I'll…" His hand turned to a fist and the girl ran down the stairs.
It was the tail end of noon the house was silent and she was almost finished cleaning up.
"I wonder…"she started in a whisper with almost no sound, "If I were to run away where would i go?" she paused as she picked up a blank paper and a pen; she began to draw a picture. She first started with people. There were only three, a woman, an elder brother, and herself.
"I guess I'd have to get rid of that fear of being alone won't I…" Next was the house being choked by roses and vines.
"And I'd have to fight back and ignore what people think…" Trees were added; many different kinds apple, oak, pine, lemon.
"I will have a brother…and a mother…" She drew clouds and the sun towering above.
"And I will be the one beating father not the other way around…" She finished by returning to the people and only drawing smile; a sweet one on her mother, a sadistic one on her brother, and a demonic on herself. She heard a sound in the kitchen so she crumpled up the paper and threw it away. She finished the last of the mess and rushed upstairs.
She peered out the 'window of lost dreams' until the dark moon stared at her back.
"What the hell is this?" she heard a voice say behind her traveling on whisky and sake.
She turned wide-eyed to the man with a piece of paper in his hand.
"W-w-what's what?" her voice shook up the question.
The paper faced the kneeling girl. Shit!! She yelled in her mind.
"It's a picture…" she tried to sound like she hadn't seen it before.
"Did…you draw this?" his voice trembled.
"N-no." she lied, "w-why does it matter."
"It matters because…"Your mother drew like this and died soon after your dip shit was born. "Did you draw this, daughter…" an angered face hit him.
"I already told you I didn't!" her face showed anger as well.
"Are you getting angry at me bitch!"
"Make up your damn mind am I bitch or daughter, daddy?"
"Now you're talking back!?"
She stood up and faced her father fully. "SO WHAT THE HELL IF I AM!!"
"That is it…"he mumbled.
He grabbed her hair and dragged her to the corner of darkness were another door lied. She screamed a bit but shut up when he opened the door. There were two wardrobes sitting in the room; one lying on the floor face up with no doors, the other hanging literally by a thread towards the other one, it also didn't have any doors. He dragged her into the room and threw her in the one on the floor. She was dropped on the swollen arm she was trying so hard to ignore.
"Daddy?" her eyes widened again as the wardrobe landed above her.
She flipped herself on her back and tried to move the wardrobe, paused for a moment to feel the top getting heavier.
She screamed and banged on the wardrobe above her. She stopped for a second to catch her breath and heard him say, "I'll come back when I give a shit!!" the footsteps went away, she cried and continued banging on the wood.
It seemed as an eternity later, with a sore throat and bloody arms she stared at the wood with half open, dead, swollen grey eyes. She gave up. She was in too much pain to care anymore, this time it wasn't her body screaming in pain, it was her seemingly lifeless eyes and soul. They were angry, they wanted revenge, they wanted to taste the blood from other's pain and misery, or frankly the blood of pain they didn't shed. Before she knew it her hands were moving on their own drawing a door of blood and a katana next to it. She opened the door, stood, and grabbed the blood katana. As she picked up the sword it dripped her blood and revealed the silver blade hidden under it. She wore a devious, demonic, Cheshire cat smile on her face as she walked out of the wardrobe and out the first door.
She entered the room where she stayed. She scanned it with her dead eyes, turned and walked out the door. She wandered down the first flight of stairs. She stopped in the middle of the hallway only a few feet from unconscious father. She raised the katana over her head with both arms. The moon hit the sword and blood, which made it glow. Her eyes watered for a moment and she allowed only one tear from each eye. Those two tears stained her face forever. She shook her head and a scowl grew on her face. Then all anyone could see in the dark house is the shine of the blade as it sliced the man. Blood only scattered for a moment but ran down the remaining flight of stairs.
She stared at the man and noticed the note in his hand. She picked it up and read it:
I am so sorry my husband. Yuratomi is positive for my kekegankia. I wish I could have told you this in person but I couldn't. It looks like I have to leave for a while, but if you don't want to get hurt leave her with her brother Suzaku in the demon village.
Your wife,
Mataren
Her eyes were wide as she fell back, the katana dropped. Her gaze left the paper and returned to the two half's of her father. It wasn't long before she was out again.
She woke up, not on a floor but on a bed in one of the spare rooms. She sat up and turned to a clock sitting on the drawer. "Twelve Fifteen…" she looked around and noticed a blown up portrait of the picture she had drawn earlier. No. That wasn't hers that one was different. It had a mother, father, sister and brother. Most of the other elements were the same like the surroundings, and the fact that they only had mouths and no eyes.
"Pretty isn't it?" asked a woman with blue hair and reddish eyes that seem to glow in the dark.
"Who drew it?" the question ghost's raspy voice lets out.
"Your mother…"The woman answered as she stepped out of the darkness.
"Konan?"
"You know me?"
"I saw you in a dream I had a few months back."
"So you are as they say."
"Huh?"
"Do you know why Kakuzu and Hidan were raiding your house?"
"No."
"We were looking for you."
"Why?"
"Your unique Kekegankia, the Siatsigan. It's too powerful for its own good extremely rare, but we were able to find one of the vessels."
"You want the Siatsigan? I-I don't even know what it is."
"Simple, those two liquids you cry tell you. The crimson is to bring what you draw to life, and the black inky one is for when you draw it. It's fully activated when you get stained by your tears."
The ghost touched her cheeks and traced the stains.
"Now what, Konan?"
"Now we teach you how to use it and hide you from the others."
"Others?"
"I told you it is too powerful for its own good, it is rare, and it's a power a lot of people want."
"Oh." The girl's gaze met the picture again and she sighed.
"Hey…"
"Yes Konan-chan."
"Do you want to meet everyone else?"
"Sure."
The ghost got out of the bed and followed Konan out the door and down the stairs. She made it her goal not to look at her father as she walked by his severed corpse.
To Be Continued....
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~Preview of next Chapter~
The ghost gets introduced to the Akatsuki, and odd things starts happening. Hidan calms down and soon she finds out why. If thats not the only problem she is found by two other children while she is training, they claim to be old friends but what are they really?