Author's note: Heyy everybody, I haven't written anything in a loooong time, but here's a new story (woohooo!)

Some important items to consider:

1) Set in a city AU (maybe slightly futuristic, or steampunk, I'm not sure yet)

2) Most characters that I like (and some that I don't) will be represented in this fic, including Akatsuki, and members of Team Hebi (they won't necessarily be 'bad')

3) I may (will) steal some characters from Bleach but it's not much of an x-over because it's set in an AU

4) This may switch from the first person to other POVs in later chappies

Rated T for language (among other things)

Characters don't belong to me, blah blah blah

Although this starts w/ Konan, she won't be the main focus, its more of an ensemble piece.

K O N A N

Maybe if people paid better attention to their surroundings, my job wouldn't be so damn easy. I'm a pickpocket. Now, I know what your thinking, 'A pick pocket? With blue hair? You stick out like a sore thumb, shouldn't you be trying to blend in?'

See, it's a hidden advantage. When I'm working, I wear a wig. If I steal something and the person notices me, I turn a corner, take of the wig, and leave the person thinking 'Well she certainly didn't have blue hair, I think I would have noticed.' Assholes.

It's natural, I swear. My brother has blue hair too, and my eyelashes are blue. And who dyes their eyelashes. Honestly

I do love the city though, the colors, lights, noises, and the people. God, the people are amazing. Once I met a man who was nocturnal. I don't mean that he went clubbing 'til three and then passed out on his couch. He was hardcore nocturnal, he slept during the day, and stayed up all fucking night.

He must have been out past his bedtime, because he didn't notice when I stole $56 out of his wallet along with his camera and a pack of gum.

His camera was crap, and so was the gum. I dropped them on his doorstep the next day, when he was sleeping.

Once I met a friend of Itachi's who was blue. Not sad, idiot, he had fucking blue skin. I didn't steal anything from him. Not like I need Ino and Dei yelling at me when I get home for stealing more crap we don't need.

Ino is two years younger than me, she works at a music store on 75th. She really should be modeling or something, all the guys think she's a knockout. Guys think her brother's a knockout too; until they find out he's a guy.

Dei's awesome though, and one of the best artists I've ever met. But really, I think he likes tricking the guys, and it's not like he cares, he only has eyes for Sasori. They were meant to be; Sasori builds these awesome puppets and sells them at trade shows.

The extent of my artistic talent is origami. That's it.

I should go to the trade shows though; they're full of people with cash all over them. And I need new shoes.

I really wish people would stop staring at me. I have to ride the subway, the garage is too far away to walk to, and it's not like they've never seen someone with oddly coloured hair. Sakura's hair is pink, and Renji's is bright red (so is Sasori's). And that brat Shiro has white hair. He's fucking 15!

I step off the subway and snap out of my thoughts as I run right into Grimm.

"Heeeey Grimmy." That really pisses him off. His eyebrow twitches. I bet people never bug him about his hair. Of course he'd probably snap their necks...

"Konan, give me back my wallet and get your ass moving." Damn. My bro is such an ass. I peek in his wallet. $3.67 and a Metro pass. Not worth it.

"You need to start bartending again, you're almost broke."

"Don't I know it..." he mutters as he draws his coat closer.

Author's note: This chappy is kinda short, but it's more of a teaser.

I know that this seems relatively plotless, but it'll be more about how the lives meet and diverge blah blah blah. I'm labeling this as just Konan for now, even though there will be many pairings.

Sorry if I made any grammatical errors, and I can't spell. Just tell me

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