Author's Note: This story, is a project I'd been considering developing for a long time after I wrote Beautiful Tragedy, more commonly known by others as You're My Angel. I toyed with the idea of what would have happened to Sada if Itachi and Kisame had taken her with them after their failed attempt to capture Naruto. As mentioned in chapter twenty eight in Beautiful Tragedy, Itachi was absolutely sure that Sada would be valuable to the Akatsuki organization. He was prone to bring her back with them, but Jiraiya came through in the end, stopping any attempt they made from taking her away. Now, I decided I wanted to write an alternate story of what happens to Sada once she's taken to Akatsuki. I hope this turns out well because I've wanted to do this for a good while, enjoy. If you haven't read Beautiful Tragedy I suggest you read it before reading this.
Epilogue
I stared down from the tree branch I was sitting on. Waiting patiently, my red eyes scanning the surrounding area. I could just feel their chakra approaching, they were close…very close. After all the time I had spent training, learning, experiencing new things; I knew I'd finally become strong enough to fulfill the duties they'd asked of me.
Orochimaru had attempted to steal my abilities for himself, force me to become one of his mindless followers, I'd resisted. He'd never shown me an ounce of kindness, his treatment towards me had almost killed me. I was ready to kill him, to show him what happened to people like him, people that had no respect for others.
The shinobi from Konohagakure had rescued me from him, but they'd resented me. They didn't understand my abilities or my village, Kuraigakure (The Village Hidden in the Dark). I'd been shunned, hated, avoided at all costs. People that had claimed to be my "comrades" and "friends" were all nothing but a bunch of liars.
The Akatsuki organization, I'd been taken there without a say so in the matter, but I felt like I belonged there. I wasn't looked at with disgust, I was accepted. They found my abilities fascinating, useful, and one particular member found them artistic. I hadn't ever thought that I could belong in a place that was surrounded by so much bloodshed, a place that thirsted for power, a place that was the home of criminals. Yet, I felt like I belonged there.
I glanced up feeling the wind caress my face, the moonlight illuminating my porcelain colored skin. My blue violet hair danced in the wind, a few strands whipping around my face. I slowly moved my hand to my face, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. To anyone who didn't know me, I must've looked like an innocent young girl. My face had always had a more innocent look to it, my red eyes screaming about how much I was hurting on the inside, how betrayed I felt…how lonely I was.
After everything that had happened to me though, I'd managed to get over my loneliness bit by bit. I felt appreciated now, like I was a help to those around me. Everyone around me, they appreciated my existence and didn't judge me merely because of how different I was. Being from a place such as Kuraigakure always had people questioning what kind of person I was, my village was known for its isolation and cruelty towards its people. I was a kind person at heart, but it felt as though my heart slowly began to turn to stone after all the shunning they'd thrown upon me.
I looked away from the moon, hearing the faint sound of a bell singing in the air, and hopped down from the tree branch. I landed on all fours in a crouched position and straightened up, my hair falling halfway down my back like a dark silhouette. I stared at the two figures approaching me with an emotionless look on my face. Both men were wearing a black cloak with a red cloud design on it, their heads adorned with bamboo hats with bells on the end. I blinked as they stopped in front of me, bowing my head slightly. I glanced up through my bangs, watching them.
The first man before me, Hoshigaki Kisame, one of the former Seven Swordsmen of Kirigakure. He'd worked with my old master, Momochi Zabuza, at some point in the past. He wields the same-hada, a sword that is able to devour chakra and shave an enemy to death. He has a ton of pride and quite the love for battle so I make sure not to interrupt him when he's enjoying himself.
The other man, Uchiha Itachi, the murderer of the Uchiha clan. He was Uchiha Sasuke's older brother by six years. He has many skills and quite the different number of powerful techniques, one of these being the Mangekyo Sharingan and the illusionary world of Tsukuyomi. Both techniques are rather dangerous, and I'd recently learnt from Kisame that the Mangekyo Sharingan was causing Itachi to go blind. I made sure that I would protect him at all costs; he taught me everything I knew.
"Kisame-san, Itachi-sama." I greeted, nodding a little.
"Ah, Sada-hime. You waited for us." Kisame said, sounding teasing like he normally did. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and looked at Itachi.
"Was the mission a success, Itachi-sama?" I inquired, Itachi replied with a nod.
"We're returning to the headquarters, let's go." he said with his usual emotionless tone. Both Kisame and I nodded, following Itachi through the darkness of the night.