I was happy once, but that was a really long time ago. Before I became a missing nin, Akatsuki member, immortal, I had a life of total bliss. I had loving parents, wonderful siblings, a nice house, and an amazing education. But almost as fast as I could blink my eye, everything changed. My parents were gone, the house a pile of ash. The only memory of my once happy life were my siblings, but they departed rather quickly. This is the story of one man battling everything a person should handle with others, alone. Forever.
Every day, and every night, I missed his old life. I missed the twins, Akane and Kasumi, both girls, arguing over every little thing. I missed my younger brother Toshi's exasperated sigh when the girls bickering became too loud. The loud smack! That echoed through the house the his other younger brother, Hikaru, bounced around the fighting twins, and told them they should be loving, not fighting. Even thinking about the life I could never return to brought tears to my eyes.
That's the reason I joined the Akatsuki, became a Jashinist, and swore as much as I did. I was only trying to protect my feelings, and if I showed anyone how I really felt, I would be deemed as weak, and that was something he could not afford. And so I built this life for myself, one in which I never had a family, home, or siblings. But then they came knocking.
