AKIRA KANKICHAdoesn't know who her father hires. Akira Kankicha just knows that it is to keep the family safe. Being the daughter of a powerful and wealthy drug lord has it's perks, but sometimes, those perks won't ever meet the downside.
Even though Akira has about a hundred henchmen underneath her slippers, one of the henchmen is bound to rebel at some point and try and knock her off balance. That is where the hiring comes in.
Akira's father would hire different shinobi to keep Akari safe and her mother safe from others that would try and use the two to take down Akira's father's illegal business work. It was tough trying to find the right people to hire, but if the amount of money is the same as the amount of work, then you're most likely to find yourself hired.
Although Akira has been raised in a wealthy nature, she isn't allowed to go in public that often. If she were, then it had to be somewhere that was very large or very small. A village having a medium-sized population isn't good enough. The population isn't big enough where you can blend in with crowds, nor is it small enough where there isn't a lot of gossip going around so the likelihood of someone knowing your father is a drug lord would be low.
Akira didn't mind that rule, particularly. But what she really minded was not being able to experience the thrill in living life without hired protection or guidance. She was always protected and someone would be watching over her. Akira got use to the feeling of having eyes on her, but what she didn't get use to was being worried or frightened for your life. Knowing that you're safe 24/7 keeps those types of emotions low.
Akira wasn't completely isolated from people, either. Children of co-drug lords would be the only people Akira could hang out with. They would gossip in nearby villages or order two henchmen to spar each other for entertainment. Sometimes, the children of the drug lords would even fight each other. If they were that bored.
Akira, having wavy brown hair with choppy bangs and a slender figure, was often underestimated. Despite her short height, it gave her a good center of gravity. In the hand-held fan that she would carry when it would be hot (which was almost always), there were blades hidden in it so she could easily defend herself when needed. Just press a certain switch and blades would slide out of the sticks.
Akira, even though having a weaponed-fan with her at practically all times, was best known for her swordsman skills. With her small figure, it was easy for her to dodge and move around. Because she was so low, it's easier to attack going upward because there is no possible way to hit the ground as you would slice at your opponent.
It was just last year that Akira started carrying a katakariha sword wrapped around her thin waist with a pinkish-reddish sash.
In the middle of summer at dusk, the sun was dipping below the tree line giving off a red tint that colored the sky. The clouds bleached the sky then as Akira slashed her sword left and right in an open space. Being the daughter of one of the most powerful drug lords in the Land of Fire was dangerous. You had to be prepared or you'll surely get killed or kidnapped.
To be frank, that was Akira's biggest fear. Being kidnapped. Being stripped away from your family and your life all in about a couple of hours by complete strangers. Being at the mercy others. Akira planned to stay superior to most people for the rest of her life, and some kidnapper won't take that away from her.
"Akira, dinner!" a housemaid called from the manor estate and Akira sighed and sheathed her sword. As she followed her housemaid through the family garden where bamboo were climbing their way up towards the sky and flowers would blossom right near the crystal clear water falls, a blur of black and red was caught in Akira's peripheral vision.
It was almost like red clouds on a black background...
Something about that phrase struck a thought in Akira, but she quickly dismissed it. Akira wasn't completely oblivious to the outside world. She knew what was going on about the new Kazekage in the Hidden Sand Village, about the hosts of powerful tailed-beasts being abducted, and about the Akatsuki. The Akatsuki. Probably one of the only few things that Akira feared, along with being kidnapped.
Extremely powerful and cloaked shinobi wearing all black with red clouds across their uniform. They could take you out in a snap, were the rumors. There's not a single ninja n the Akatsuki that doesn't have some freakish or unique jutsu ability. They all have something special about them.
They were so infamous that even drug lords like Akira's parents would try to avoid the subject of the Akatsuki.
"They're just really dangerous, that's all," Akira's father told her when she asked about the powerful group of shinobi. "But they're not threat to our family, or our friends's families. They're on our side."
Akira wished that her father hadn't told her that. They're on our side. A completely lie and a delusion that clouded Akira's vision. Like a genjutsu.
The delusion was shattering as Akira's head was stuffed into a woolly bag on her nineteenth birthday, and she was sweating for days to come underneath it. Withering in the heat. She doesen't remember when she was taken much, only that it was nighttime. A pair of strong hands grabbed her, a crash and the sound of shouts, and Akira's senses woke up to the humid summer's night.
"Let me out! What do you want?" Akira would scream almost endlessly until her voice would fade away.
"In the name of Jashin, shut the fuck up!" one of her abductors would yell at her. Akira knew that there were two of them because she would hear two different voices having conversations or wrangles.
"What do you want with me?!"
Akira, at one point, cried all throughout the night until something like a metal pole whacked her tailbone to quiet her.
"We're tired too, you know!" the one obnoxious abductor whined. This obnoxious abductor would usually start the arguments with the other abductor. He sound real immature. "So shut the hell up!"
"NO!"
WHACK!
"YES!" the immature abductor would yell back at Akira.
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
And this would go on until the other abductor - the one that actually acted like an adult and not a child - would chide, "Hidan, cut it out."
"Kakuzu, but she's being really fucking annoying!" Hidan, the obnoxious one, would complain. Akira figured that the abductor that would carry her to God-knows-where was named Kakuzu.
When the woolly bag was taken off of her head, strings of hair and sweat clanged to her forehead. Akira, for about three days, was worried sick for her life. Her abductors - two of them, to be specific - would talk nonsense and something about Jashin for days, and that's all Akira could really listen to.
They would hoist her on one of their backs and mind their own business, or sometimes she would be put into a bigger and stuffier bag. It was goddam awful. Never had Akira been treated so poorly. What was worse was that she had no weapons on her, so she would always be left defenseless.
Sunlight blinded Akira's eyes for the first time in three days. Her arms and legs were bound together by thick and scratchy ropes. Akira was thrown against the base of a tree trunk and she glared angrily yet completely frightened out of her wits at her kidnappers.
When she saw who they were, the bile stuck inside of her throat wouldn't budge. Her heart plummeted and so did her stomach. Blood drained from her face.
She was facing her abductors, Hidan and Kakuzu, both wearing black cloaks with red clouds.
"Yeah, that's right," the abductor Hidan taunted. "You were just kidnapped by the Akatsuki."
A/N: Alright, that was the VERY first chapter that I have ever posted on so please R&R and love ya!