Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of it's characters, but I do own my OC; Makita Amaterasu. Heh… I own someone. XD.

I had no idea how long I was under ground for, but it was a long time. I was sure of it. It was cramped and hard to breathe down here. It was veeeeeeeeeeery uncomfortable. I was also surprised that I was still alive. I mean, being six feet under for, what? How long had I actually been down here? I was guessing ten plus years, with no oxygen, food, water, or any entertainment in any way, shape, or form.

I was bored. Bored as hell. I think the boredom is the worst possible thing. I mean, sure, food, water, and oxygen keep you alive…if you're completely human… but if you're me, boredom kills. It hurts too… Luckily, I like sleeping.

When I was above ground, people always told me I slept like the dead (HA! Oh, the irony…). Since I've been down here, I found a way to combat my boredom. I sleep. And I sleep. And I sleep some more, but even sleeping gets boring when you're not tired. My dreams aren't very interesting… nothing worth mentioning here. I want to get the fuck out of here. It's cramped, stuffy, boring, and I get really lonely.

Now, don't get me wrong. I have tried to escape. Again and again I've tried, but every time I tried to get out I failed. I've tried multiple times! The problem is, is that six feet of dirt is really heavy. So is this damn coffin lid. You're probably wondering 'why didn't you just use some jutsu or use your chakra to punch your way out of here?' Well, I would, damn you. If had any chakra left.

When they buried me, the made sure the coffin was bound with some fucking chakra sucking metal. It made me unable to use chakra. It sucked it all up, just like the title of the fucking metal suggests. My lovely 'home' is also made of this…metal shit… that makes me unable to shape shift. I think the outside is coated in gold too, or some other type of hard metal. Possibly steel. I think the people who buried me made my coffin so heavy to make sure no one can or will open up my casket anyways. It was stupid.

My village, the Hidden Village of Shape Shifters, is a village of, right; you guessed it, shape shifters. The title sort of gives it away. I personally think that they could have been a little more creative when they were coming up with the name of the village, but whatever. It's not like I care anymore. Us shape shifters can shape shift into anything. Other people, objects, animals, and random types of food, without using a lot of our chakra, and it cannot be broken with a release jutsu, or whatever the hell it's called.

You are also probably wondering why I am down here. Why I was buried alive for the rest of eternity. I would love to tell you. I really would, but I can't, because I have no idea why I was put down here anyway. It sucks. I was one of the mot promising ninjas in the village, but now, I'm sort of a pile of skin, bones, and hair. I'm weak. I know it. I haven't used any muscles in such a long time. My muscles are practically non-existent. I wasn't even sure if I got out of here, if I'd be able to stand, or use my body. That worried me.

I think one of the reasons I was put down here was because I don't agree with the law here in the Hidden Village Of The Shape Shifters. It says if you have not killed three hundred thirty-three people by the time you are nine with your shape shifting powers, you would be exiled from the village or killed. You're also never allowed to leave the village. No association with other villages, no stepping a foot out of the village, no helping others from other villages, no telling where our village is, no doing anything with other villages. I rebelled against that. Now I am down here. At least…I think that's why I am down here… I don't really remember.

I think my mind sort of blocked the memories and stored them in my subconscious. My memory is a blur of shapes, colours, people, and events. Nothing makes complete sense. I remember some things, but I never know what actually happened. Some people in my memories I recognize, but I don't know why I know them or who they are. There are names in my memory, but I don't know what the person looks like. It confuses me.

Luckily for me, I don't have to breathe…that often. I only take a shallow breath every few day. It makes things so much easier! Also, one of the reasons I was not dead…yet…is because we shape shifting creatures have a longer life span than a normal human. It's much longer. Much, much, much, MUCH longer. I laugh in the face of all humans! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Then I started coughing. I should not laugh like that. It uses a lot of oxygen. I bet there isn't a lot of oxygen left that makes me panic. I may have a shitty life, being stuck in a coffin, but I don't want to die. I like life and the possible idea that I may be able to, one day, got out of this coffin and live again. Damn. Even though I did not need to breathe as much as a human I still need some oxygen.

And no, before you ask, or even think it, I am not crazy. Who can blame me? When you get bored and you've been alone as long as I have, things happen. The burrowing squirrel outside my coffin said that I was crazy last time he heard me laughing, but, hey, that's his opinion. For all the damn squirrel knows, he could have been talking to an animated corpse. I hate squirrels.

Since I can change into animals, I can also communicate with them telepathically. Cool, huh? Anyways, when you've been stuck in a coffin that's been buried under the ground for how many years, you usually try to find ways to keep yourself from going into complete insanity. I at least wished they threw a really good book and a light in here with me. Then I wouldn't have to resort to talking to myself, or talking to the animals outside of my coffin.

I wonder if I'll ever get out of here and start living again.

Six feet above the surface…

"Hurry up, Hidan! We need to find the coffin! Do you know how much money I can make off of it?" A tall man wearing a mask over the lower part of his face and a wearing black cloak with red clouds, said impatiently.

"Yeah, yeah. Why the fuck is it so fucking important? Damn it! I could be fucking praying to Jashin-sama right now instead of being on this retarded 'mission' of yours!" A man with silver hair and lavender eyes said. The man was also wearing a black cloak with red clouds on it. He had a large three bladed scythe strapped onto his back.

"Shut up, Hidan. Now, look for the grave that says 'Makita Amaterasu'. She was buried about…one hundred and fifty years ago? I don't know." The man known as Kakuzu said in annoyance.

Hidan just grumbled under his breath.

'This is so fucking stupid. Kakuzu is always so fucking concerned about his fucking 'money'. I'm sure it is the only fucking thing running through his fucking head. This is so fucking annoying. I could be doing something fucking important…well…more important than this…why the fuck did Kakuzu even WANT me to fucking come anyway?' Hidan thought angrily.

"I found it! Hidan! Pass me the shovel and grab one yourself! I'm going to get a HUGE amount of cash for this casket!" Kakuzu said in an excited voice.

"Hn. Who the fuck cares?" was Hidan's rude reply. 'THAT'S why he fucking wanted me to come. To be his little fucking bitch and fucking help him dig up this piece of shit.' Hidan though angrily.

Kakuzu rolled his eyes and ignored his partner. Why did he always have to complain so much? Hidan was like a toddler trapped in an adult's body.

"Just grab a shovel and dig." Kakuzu said.

Hidan huffed angrily and grabbed one of the two shovels. The pair plunged their shovels into the earth and quickly scooped up the dirt and put it into a pile about two feet away from the grave. Hidan and Kakuzu were digging quickly, not wanting to get caught. If they were caught, it would cause an unnecessary and uncalled for scene. The village hidden by the shape sifters was usually heavily guarded, but when the pair came here, there were no guards, people, ninjas, or life of any form. The village was also very difficult to find. Hidan and Kakuzu were also surprised, but pleased, that they found the village this easily. They did not need to battle and ninjas at the moment.

"Hey, Kakuzu, what the fuck are we going to do with the fucking dead body inside?" Hidan asked with a grunt as he lifted a large pile of dirt and rocks from the grave and dumped it into a slowly growing pile near the edge of the grave.

"Sell the bones to a collector." Came Kakuzu's serious reply.

"Who the fuck would want to buy fucking bones? They would have to have a fucking screw loose in the fucking skull." Hidan asked/stated.

The two were still digging. Hidan and Kakuzu were had more that three quarters of the grave dug up already and the excess dirt was tossed to the side. They would reach the coffin in a few moments. Then all two 'grave robbers' had to do was dig up the coffin and take it to some man or women who would buy it. There was obviously some crazy, messed up person who would buy a coffin… or maybe they would buy it for the gold or 'rare metal' that it was made of.

'Clunk' the noise echoed around Hidan and Kakuzu as their shovels hit the coffin. Hidan and Kakuzu looked at each other. They had reached the coffin. Now all they had to do was unearth it. Kakuzu smiled greedily.

Six Feet Below The Surface…

Inside the coffin…

'What was that?" I thought as I heard a 'clunk' hit the top of my coffin. The mysterious noise sounded a lot like a shovel hitting my coffin. The noise echoed through out.

Had someone come to take me out? What was going on? Why were they coming to take me out now? This was crazy! I could not believe it! I might actually get out of here!

'YES!!' I thought inwardly. I was going to get out of my fucking coffin, which over the years had become my own, personal hell.

I could hear voices on the outside of my coffin arguing. I could tell from the arguing and the tone of voice that I could hear that the two people outside my coffin, digging me up, did not like each other much. It was worse than an old married couple that wanted to get a divorce. Heh…they sounded like my grandparents…and my parents… the thought made me giggle a little. My family and I never got along at all, but that's a different story.

How would I explain to the people who get me out of here how I was still alive? I was really unsure if I was even still able to speak. I had just communicated with the animals telepathically and I talked to myself in my head. Oh dear. Unless the people were getting me out because they knew I was alive.

Suddenly, I felt like I was being flung upwards. My head hit the top of my coffin and I grunted in pain. That hurt like a bitch. Then I started moving. I was going somewhere. Why were they not letting me out of here? What was going on? I was starting to panic. Even though I had not been let out of my coffin, I knew I did not want to go back into the god-forsaken ground. I was terrified about that. I wanted to get out of here.

Then a horrid thought struck me. What if I was going to a new gravesite? Where would it be? In a place more hidden? Where no one would find me? Or were they throwing my coffin in a lake to drown me and make sure I was dead? Were they going to take my coffin and me a million miles high, in the air, and drop my coffin with me in it? Making sure that I, a true shape shifter, was really and truly, completely and utterly dead?

What the hell was going on? What was going to happen to me? Where was I going? WHY WAS I NOT BEING LET OUT OF HERE!?

This is a fairly short chapter. I apologize. It will be longer next time! I promise! Please R&R! Also, do you have an idea for an Akatsuki pairing...my OCX…?