A/N: Welcome peoplez to this story that me and mah cousin MorbidSmiles wrote together.
This is my first story, so please review if you like it, and plz dont flame if you dont like it.
KK i guess thats it...k bye XD
Disclaimer: Neither me or MorbidSmiles own Naruto.
AKAI's POV
I run as fast as I can through my village, my mind calculating and remembering every step I take towards the exit. Despite this, I feel numb. I can't hear a single thing.
My eyes are blind to the fire and chaos around me, my ears deaf to the pained cries of my people. I can barely feel the flames licking at my skin and the blood running down my hands, and I only can comprehend one thought.
Escape.
18. 17. 16.
I twist to the side, dashing between the combusting buildings and burning corpses. I jump to the side, narrowly avoiding a collapsing shop.
My lungs are burning, the harmful smoke and carbon monoxide gathering inside and stealing the oxygen I desperately need. The only thing I can do is run faster.
15. 14. 13.
I jump onto one of the buildings and scramble to steady myself on the broken, misshaped slate roof, the shingles slipping from under my feet. Ignoring my discomfort, I leap onto another roof, grunting as I land and then leaping forward again, my leaps steadying as I get used to landing on my burnt, bleeding feet.
As I jump onto one of the buildings, the roof begins to collapse under me and I stifle a strangled cry as I dive off of it. Smoke engulfs me as I land haphazardly on the stifling hot paved street.
12. 11. 10.
As I try to grasp my surroundings through the black smoke, I vaguely see a gap in the village barricade.
The village entrance.
I blindly stumble towards it and almost collapse as I reach the fresh air outside.
But I can't stop. Not yet.
9. 8. 7.
I sprint through the sand, dodging large rocks and boulders. My sides heave and my chest aches painfully, but I can't stop running. If I do, I won't be able to start again.
I slide down the sand dunes, tripping as one of my feet gets caught. Stumbling forward, I continue running. I scrunch my eyes up in pain as the sand grows unbearably hot under my bare feet.
6. 5. 4.
I leap over the scheduled sand dune, brace myself, and cover my ears.
3. 2. 1.
Boom.
AMAYA's POV
I walk through the villages streets, holding a basket of bread and fruit. As I walk, the villagers step out of my way and try not to make eye contact. I loosen my face, realizing that my face subconsciously tensed into a glare as I saw people come within five feet of me.
I naturally hate people. It's innate, don't judge me.
I come from the Akiyama clan. We're renowned for our hatred of people, insomnia, and love for silence and tranquility. Despite the Akiyama clan's famous red hair color, most of us have water release chakra natures. It's pretty ironic.
My face twitches as I momentarily remember that there was one of our clan that barely follows any of our traits.
As my face scrunches up in annoyance, a young child beside me burst into tears.
Fuck my life.
I stand in my training spot, angrily chucking my kunai and shuriken at a training dummy. It does little to quench my irritation, but at least my outward expression is stoic now.
No need for a civilian to commit suicide for staring at my face.
I twitch and throw the weapons harder now.
Suddenly, like a dumbass, a man walks in front of my range and is almost decapitated. This guy vaguely reminds me of my aforementioned annoying kin. Stupid and impetuous. Yay~
"I am sorry, sir," I monotone, my face blank, "I did not see you there."
He puts up his hands and shoots me a dazzling smile. I hate him already. "Don't worry about it. I'm here to bring you somewhere. Lord Amekage wants to speak to you, Akiyama-san," He puts out his hand for a shake, "My name's Daiki."
I raise my eyebrow slightly and monotone, "My name is Akiyama Amaya, but you knew that." I make no move to give him my hand, characteristically.
He chuckles and nods, turning to walk to the Kage's tower and gesturing for me to follow him.
I frown slightly at this (and of course, as soon as I do that a bird drops dead out of a tree), but I follow anyway. It's not like he could kill me.
"Why does Lord Amekage wish to meet with me, Daiki-san?" I ask stoically, more bored than curious.
He grins mischievously and playfully answers, "You gotta find out by yourself, Amaya-chan."
When did I give him permission to use my first name? The aura around me turns deadly, and the people around us run in fear, but Daiki continues to smile and be optimistic and… bright. The dude was a walking sun.
I must correct my previous statement. I despise him already.
I was glad to see the tower, trudging up the stone steps and being careful not to slip on the wet stairs.
The door to the Kage's room is iron and heavy, and I feel a twinge uncomfortable. Did I do something wrong? Terrorize one too many children? Daiki could have been sent to torture me with his happiness (*shudder*) before I was executed.
Despite not outwardly showing my discomfort, Daiki seems to notice it. "Don't worry," he says, smiling reassuringly, "Nagato-sama is super nice."
I stare at him incredulously before walking through the door.
"It's nice to meet you, Amaya," says a voice upon my entering; it was loud and outwardly stoic, but laced by some far-off, distant affection and sympathy, "I hope Daiki was not too rough with you."
He had bright red hair going down to his neck and smoky lilac ringed eyes. That was the rinnegan?
I shook my head. "He was not, Lord Amekage. With all due respect, sir, why did you call me here?"
"Amaya, you display prowess in your skills as a ninja and me and my son Kouhei have a proposition for you."
Proposition?
"Amaya… would you like to join the Akatsuki?"
AKAI's POV
I grin as I see the explosion.
Smoke and debris fly up into the air, and a large gust of wind rushes into me, knocking me over.
It hurt, but nothing can knock this grin off my face. I'm finally fucking free. Motherfuckers can't catch me now!
I glance down at my apparel and look for wounds that my adrenaline would've masked. What I can see of my skin is littered with ash and bruises, more noticeably my hands. I have first and second degree burns on my body; miraculously not having any third degree burns. I lift up my foot and look under it, wincing at the blood and burns covering the entire bottom. Ah, forget what I just said. I do have third degree burns, apparently.
I take a step forward and wince at the soft crack my left leg made. Ah fuck, I must have sprained it when I fell. Fuckity fuck, I'm screwed.
Not only am I injured as hell, the Kazekage'll send a bunch of badass ninja to kill me.
I really should've thought this through…
Oh well. At least I tried.
Shrugging my shoulders, I begin walking, my crooked, cynical grin only widening as I realized that I was going to die.
And die I shall.
I've been walking for three days.
I've been starving for three days.
I've been dehydrated for three days.
I've been slowly dying for three days.
I think I'm going insane
I smile bitterly as my legs give out underneath me, and my vision becomes blotched and hazy. The pain stops as my form goes numb, and my hearing fails.
I know I'm going insane.
The last thing I see before I lose consciousness are five slurred forms beginning to crowd around me.
AMAYA's POV
I stared blankly at him. I probably looked stupid. But this was just- no this can't be happening. Snap out of it Amaya, it is.
"Amaya, I will give you twenty-four hours to make your decision."
"O-Okay, thank you," I said rather oddly because I just got snapped back to reality.
Still in shock I left the room, followed not too far behind by Daiki.
I walked through the streets, staring at the ground like I normally did. Still thinking, until I'm attacked by Daiki the big ball of sunshine that won't shut the hell up.
"Amaya what's wrong? You look depressed."
"Let's get one thing straight, I always look freaking depressed. I hate the freakin' world. But no, nothing's wrong, stop worrying."
"Well, that's good! Anyways-"
"I… I have to go!" I said cutting him off and jogging down the streets to my house.
I walked in the door getting water everywhere. (Stupid rain)
My mom looked up from her book.
"Hello Amaya, what've you been up to today?" she asked with a smile.
"Nothing… just messing around."
"Did you talk to anyone?"
"No mom, why should I? I hate them all. And I hate our clan for sending us to this stupid village anyways!"
I stomped off to my room and slammed the door.
I immediately fall on my bed and stare blankly at my ceiling. I want to be in the Akatsuki, but if my mom found out she would never forgive me. She hates the Akatsuki. She doesn't see the point in ruling the world. I turn my head and look at the picture I had on my nightstand. It was a picture of my mom, dad, me, and my cousin Akai. The both of us were banished from our home village by our clan. Akai and her parents got stuck in a tiny village in the land of Wind. My mother and I are here in the hidden rain. We're here because I was too silent and didn't socialize that much. Everyone had too big expectations from me. It was just too much pressure. I couldn't take it anymore. My hatred for them grew.
Now I'm here- pretty ironic, huh?
I put the picture down, put my hand over my eyes and let out a sigh.
My mom pokes her head in the door.
"Amaya?"
I look through one of my fingers until our eyes meet.
"What do you want?"
"Come and eat."
She closes my door and I sigh again, just as I get up and make my way out.
We sit at the table in silence. My head is down poking my food.
"Amaya, is something wrong?"
"No, mother, I'm just… tired. I think I'm going to go to bed now. 'Night."
I get up from the table and make my way over to my room. I could feel my mom watching me until my door closed.
I lay on my bed and drifted off to sleep.
I don't know how long I was asleep for but, my mom came in and stood over my bed as I woke up.
"I'll see you later Amaya, goodnight." she says as she got up and left my room.
I waited a while. It's now midnight, and now's the time. I slip on my coat and fold up the picture on my night stand and put it in my pocket. Grab a couple of my weapons and leave my room, gently closing the door. I leave a note on the table that says a simple, 'good bye'.
I turn around and look at my home before leaving out the front door.
As soon as I made it outside I put my hood up. I started walking down the streets, when I saw Daiki sitting in front of a house.
I walked up to him.
"Daiki."
"Amaya! Have you made a decision yet?" he asked excitedly.
"Yeah. Come on, let's go."
"Alright!"
Once again we make our way to the Kage's tower .
We both make or way up the wet stone steps.
Daiki leads me into the room and he closes the door behind me.
"Amaya I see have made your choice, so what will it be?" he asked
I sigh before answering his question.
"I'll join the Akatsuki."
NO ONE's POV
The group of ninja stared at the girl lying on the ground.
"Is this her?" asked a maternal voice worriedly.
"Yeah," answered a cold, emotionless speech simply.
"I didn't know she would be this… young," stated a feminine, musical voice bluntly. Everyone was thinking the same thing.
"Young or not, she better be useful," impatiently growled an arrogant, young voice. His comrades were paying more attention to a bloody corpse than him. Even the slightest narcissist would be annoyed. And he wasn't slight. Not. At. All.
"Unlike you, right, Yutaka?" playfully teased a grinning, loud voice from beside him.
Yutaka scowled and glared at him. "Shut it, Kenta!"
"Only if you make me, you feminine bitch!"
"I'm a guy!"
"I'll believe it when I fucking see it!"
"Why you little-"
"Both of you! Shut up! How is arguing helping anyone?!" scorned the feminine voice, it containing more annoyance than the angelic content she had seemed to radiate before.
"Mizuki's right. You two shouldn't be fighting. Our top priority is getting the potential recruit back to the base- safely. If possible," orated the motherly voice, sounding less irritated and more worried.
"Not to mention we're stuck in a freaking desert," stated the cold voice bluntly.
"Fine, Midori," said Yutaka, sounding very much like he was pouting, "But I ain't carrying her. She'd get blood all over my hair!" He put his hand over his head for emphasis.
No one messed with Yutaka's hair and lived to tell the tale. No one.
Except Kenta. But he was a lucky bastard. So he doesn't count.
"Whatever," muttered Midori, rolling her eyes, "Kenta can carry her."
"What?! Why do I have to carry the bitch?! Can't Yuudai do it?!"
"No," said Yuudai emotionlessly, "I don't… get along well with children."
As her comrades got into another fit of bickering, Midori shouted, "All of you! Shut up! I'll carry her."
No one seemed to argue with that logic.
Mizuki sat down on the sandy ground and began to heal her more major wounds. She clucked her tongue and mused, "We should've gotten Daiki to come with us. He's a lot more skilled in medical nin-jutsu than we are."
"Yeah," said Yuudai, "But he has an abnormal tendency to become friends with everyone he meets. And from what I've heard about Akiyama-san, I think that's a trait that was needed in making the proposal."
Yutaka smirked smugly and nodded. "What do you think would've happened if Kouhei-sama sent Kenta to pick Amaya-san up?"
Mizuki, Yuudai and Midori blinked at each other, then in union, said, "Hell."
Kenta frowned in thought before nodding. "I… I fucking agree with that, surprisingly."
Everyone does, Kenta.
Everyone. Does.
Mizuki bound the wounds in a thin wrapping, placed a hard crutch around her badly strained ankle, and put a burn salve on her feet, wincing when the young girl let out a soft whimper.
"All done," said Mizuki, rubbing her dainty hands together, "She'll be fine."
Midori smiled in relief and picked up the preteen piggy-back style. "Let's go," said the motherly woman gently, "Kouhei-sempai will be waiting.
Surprisingly, none of the others said anything, and wordlessly followed behind their 'mother'.
Deserts weren't the Akatsuki's cup of tea.
And that, was logic.
YUTAKA's POV
I frown as I stare at my new, potential partner. She didn't look powerful. That was for sure.
She is slim with extremely slight muscles. Not to mention she is fourteen (I know from reading the profile Kouhei-sama put together of all her characteristics), and looks only about 5'1 or 5'2. And I thought that I was short.
She wasn't ugly. Just not really my type. Her curves aren't that defined, and she's kind of flat-chested.
Yes, I know very well that I'm a pervert. Thanks for the complement.
My type? Mizuki. She's hot~
Uh, back on track. The girl has very messy short reddish brown hair, going down to about the nape of her neck. Her bangs are almost as untidy as the rest of her hair; falling into her half-lidded eyes and are pushed slightly to the side, forming a small bang that was partially over her left eye. Her eyes are a pretty typical color; a coppery brown. The shapes of her eyes, however, are unusual. They're slanted and exotic-looking, a thin layer of natural black kohl smudged around them. Her skin was pale (very unusual for someone living in the desert), with barely visible freckles on her upper cheeks and nose. She's pretty and young looking, but she wasn't beautiful… or sexy.
Sexy. Sexy is my type. I blame my teenage hormones.
Soon enough, the seemingly endless sand turns into rocks and hardy shrubs, then to grass, then to a pine forest, and then, finally, it starts to rain. We're finally home. Yey~
Kenta, it seems, voices my muses. "We're finally close to the motherfuckin' base."
I smirk smugly at him. There is a reason we're friends, y'know.
I glance back at the girl, wincing when I realized that she was wearing clothes meant for the hot, dry, desert climates, and would be extremely cold in the Land of Rain (known for its rainy, cool, damp climate.)
I sigh and roll my eyes, pulling off my skin tight leather jacket and draping it over her shivering form, and then I pulled her off Midori's back and cradled her in my arms like a baby to give her more warmth. When my teammates smirk knowingly at me for showing compassion, I just cough and mutter, 'Her shivering was giving me OCD. That's all,' whilst trying to ignore the fact that my cheeks were starting to burn.
As I look down at the petite girl in my arms, I notice some of her smaller details. How her mouth was agape slightly; taking raspy but not shallow breaths, how her cheeks were flushed, how her lips were taking a purplish color. And at that moment, the girl, who blew up her own village and killed a whole bunch of people, looks innocent.
At least… I hope she does…
I glance down at her face and feel shivers down my spine as her blank face changes, and a wide, unnerving grin splayed itself across her features. Just because she looks innocent doesn't mean she is. And just because she's young, doesn't mean she's not insane.
My mind flashes back to my late partner. She was seventeen, the same age as me. She was quiet, honest, beautiful, funny, and… and she had been my girlfriend for a year before she died. I frown thoughtfully as my chest aches. As I search my memory for her, I see long, pale brown hair, tan skin, and hazel eyes.
I pout softly. No need to depress yourself, Yutaka.
I feel her begin shivering violently again and press her closer to my chest.
I just hope this partner will be at least half as good as my last one.
AMAYA's POV
Daiki and I are waiting for everyone. Daiki is talking my ear off, and to be honest I want to kill him right now. I stare at the ground and I probably had the Akiyama's infamous 'kill me now' look painted across my face. I hope that the rest are the quiet type and not like this sunshine sitting next to me. But I knew that wasn't possible.
Then out of freaking nowhere some random guy runs through the door. He glances at Daiki then turns around and yells, "Hey guys, over here!"
About five more people walked in.
"Is that everyone?" asked Kouhei.
"I think so," said the same guy from before, "Where's the motherfucking other greenhorn?"
Kouhei points to me, and everyone's attention is on me all of a sudden.
Before I could tell them my name Daiki cuts me off, "This is Amaya-Chan, we're best friends." He beams brightly at them.
"Wait… What?!" I ask.
"She doesn't like to talk," he says nonchalantly (That's it; he needs to shut the hell up!)
"She don't like to talk? Hey Yuudai, I found your long lost fucking twin!"
I'm guessing it was Yuudai who shot him the death glare.
"Don't mind Kenta, He's a bit of a jerk," Yuudai informs me.
"Never would have guessed…" I mutter sarcastically.
Suddenly, just in the comer of my eye I catch sight of Akai lying in the arms of a brown-haired dude.
I stand up and walk over to her, whilst raising one of my eyebrows.
"Akai, what the hell did you do this time?!"
"We found her like that in the middle of the fuckin' desert, the crazy bitch blew up her village," answers Kenta.
"Akai?" I ask, blinking when I realize that she was unconscious… and that she looked like she's been to hell and back, "Akai~"
Nothing happened.
I sigh and yell, "Holy crap, it's a flock of seagulls!"
She screams and falls out of the guy's arms, (kicking him in the groin on the way down) then hides behind me, clutching on to my shoulders.
"Where?! Where?!"
"I never get tired of that!" I laugh.
She blinks at me and says in her unnecessarily loud voice, "You're part of the Akatsuki, too? So am I. Daaamn, these bitches really need to stop recruiting suicidals."
I ignore that last part. "I never would have thought that someone who detonates a village would end up in the Akatsuki. I'm sooooo surprised," I say sarcastically.
"Amaya," Kouhei states officially, breaking up me and Akai's little chat, "You and Yuudai will be partners." He points to Yuudai.
"Everyone," says Kouhei, "Go do something productive." He waves his hand dismissively and walks out of the room.
Everyone nods and start to leave the room to look for shelter so we won't get soaked.
As I left the room I was followed by Yuudai. I haven't even known this guy for twenty minutes and now he's my partner. Fricking fantastic. He looked different from the other people here.
He had dark short orange hair. He also had a weird eye colour. His eyes were almost a yellowish orange. And like me he didn't look too thrilled about being here either.
YUUDAI's POV
This place sucks. Does it ever stop raining? Of course not, why would it? Everyone here lives to annoy me. But that's not the only thing on my mind. Amaya. Right away she looked like she didn't want anything to do with anyone. I guess Kenta's right, we are kind of alike. (Did I just say that?) She didn't look any older than fifteen. She looked a little like Akai, but I guess that's because they were cousins. She had long dark auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail. And her eyes were not like any eye colour I've ever seen. They were a hazy, pale grey. She looked pretty strong, and kind of pretty. But she didn't look all that innocent. I guess I can talk to her.
"Amaya."
She doesn't look at me, she keeps her eyes on the ground.
"Yeah," she mumbles in a sort of depressed fashion.
"Why did you join the Akatsuki?"
She looks up, and then my eyes meet hers.
"Because it's time to get my revenge on the world."
AKAI's POV
I sat at the door eavesdropping on my cousin's conversation. I grin widely and cackle evilly as they finish, before running the fuck out of there.
Why did I do that? Blackmail, bitches. Amaya willingly having a conversation with someone is pretty much like her revealing her love for someone.
The sad thing is, the last time I saw her was when I was eleven. Yep, she was an emo, moody bitch as a twelve year-old, too.
In fact, all Akiyama's are emo, moody bitches. But that's prob'ly just due to inbreeding.
I walk into the 'living room' and plop down on the floor. None of the couches were being used, but I just prefer not to sit on those death machines. Simple as.
I scowl as I look out the 'window' (hole in the upper part of the half-way underground base), and realize it's still raining. I hate rain and water, like, I abso-fucking-lutely abhor it. I don't know why, but I guess it's 'cause I grew up in two places One was dry, rocky, sunny, hot and barely got any rain, and the other was dry, sandy, hot as fuck, had to get water imported from other lands, and rarely (and I fucking mean rarely) got any rain.
What sucks is Amaya-chan and I's clan have water chakra.
Amaya's chakra is wind and water, so hers is pretty normal. Do you know what mine is? Explosive and Fire.
Our clan has pale grey eyes. Do you know what mine are? Brown.
Our clan has a quiet, serious, fun-will-fuck-up-your-life disposition. You prob'ly already guessed that I don't fucking have that.
Do you know why?
My mum had an affair.
I got his eyes, temperament, chakra nature and height, and I got her hair and body shape. And because I wasn't a 'full-blooded Akiyama', they banished me and my 'parents' to Suna.
Then my 'father' started hitting my mum, and the rest is history.
I blink as I realize that in the explosion, I also killed my mom and 'father'.
Whoops?
I don't know why, but I actually feel kind of happy. It's not like they really cared about me. The only people I actually cared about in our family are Amaya, my uncle and my aunt. Every else called me 'half-blood' and ignored the fuck outta me.
Even my mom. Especially my mom.
As I stare out of the widow, I see the rain fall harder and thunder start booming from the skies. I smile happily. Thunder and lightning are the only things I like about rain.
Natural explosions, for the fuckin' win.
I think back to yesterday, and when I got the fuck out of that shitty coma-wannabe.
*Flashback no jutsu!*
'My eyes open slowly, and I see I'm lying on the ground in some camp-like place. A fire is burning in the middle of the camp, large logs surrounding it. My back was towards to one of the aforementioned logs. My vision is sort of blurry, but I feel a lot better than I did before. I glance around the unfamiliar place sleepily and suddenly I feel someone stroking my head almost sympathetically. I turn my head slowly to look at the person who was sitting on the log behind me.
He had messy brown locks and gray-blue eyes, his skin was fair; a pretty nice warm olive. His build was slight, but not feminine, and he had slight muscles. He only looked to be about seventeen.
He was stroking my red-brown hair, but his eyes were distant and he was staring at the non-existent ceiling. His face was closed into a thoughtful frown.
I blink drowsily at him, and this seems to wake him from the stupor. He smirked arrogantly at me and pulled back his hand. "Awake already, huh? Nice to meet you, Akai. The name's Yutaka, and I'm going to be your partner from now on."
I raised my eyebrow at him, before grinning crookedly, "Nice ta' meet'cha, Femmie."
He twitches at me, obviously knowing that 'Femmie' was a short for feminine. He rolled his eyes at me and stood up before walking to his bag and pulling out a canteen of water, before throwing it at me and bluntly ordering, "Drink."
I scowl at him, barely managing to catch the drink. I normally don't like being ordered around, especially not by arrogant bastards like him, but I did it anyways. I'm insane, not stupid.
He smirks triumphantly at me, as if he knew I would have protested.
I throw it back to him, catching him off guard and nailing him in the face. Stifling my sniggers, I impatiently ask him, "What the fuck are we partners in?"
He grins and smugly answers, "Repopulation."
Before I could start choking, a woman who looked to be in her early-to-mid-twenties walked out of the forest, rolling her eyes at Yutaka and scolding, "Yutaka! Don't freak the poor girl out!"
He smirks and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at her, making me snort at the ridiculousness of it all.
The woman had long pale green hair going down to her lower stomach. The hairs on the sides of her face were pulled into braids, and she had no bangs. Her eyes were wide and motherly, not to mention an understanding emerald green color. Her skin was a warm umber color, only a bit darker than Yutaka's. Her name was Midori.
I'll never forget what she said next.
I met three other people;
Yuudai. He had dark orange hair and yellowy-orange eyes. He was okay; a bit too quiet for my tastes, but he was still pretty nice. I swear I can in vision him being Amaya's future hubby.
Kenta. He had spiky smoky black hair. The spikes were messy and went in every which direction. His skin was darker than Midori's; pretty tan. His eyes were a brown-blue color. His body was slight, but he still had a six pack and slight muscles. Kenta is prob'ly the one I get along most with. The dude's a fucking riot.
Mizuki. She had long silvery white hair that went to her hips, despite part of her hair being tied up into a messy half-bun on the left-top side of her head. Her eyes were slightly larger than average and were dark brown. She was slim, curvy and big-breasted. She was pretty cool, but she was a bit vain and had a big temper; especially when it came to Kenta.
We all talk for a while (Or, Mizuki, Kenta, Yutaka, Midori and I talk- Yuudai was doing something in the forest. Knowing him, he was either sulking, being emo, or cutting himself), and then we retire for the night.'
*Flashback no jutsu; kai!*
I smirk. After that, I woke up in the base. My smirk fell. If I woke up in the base… doesn't that mean Yutaka carried me here? I'd have to thank him later.
As my muses became more random, a single thought rang in my mind, like a mantra. Over and over. It was what Midori had said that day.
'My name is Midori. You are now officially part of the Akatsuki.'
'My name is Midori. You are now officially part of the Akatsuki.'
'My name is Midori. You are now officially part of the Akatsuki.'
'My name is Midori. You are now officially part of the Akatsuki.'
'My name is Arata. You are now officially dead.'