A/N: Hi! This is my first multi chapter fic! Or at least it will be if you want it to continue. I hope you like it!


Prologue

Itachi could not believe he was doing this.

If someone had taken the time to explain that being a member of the Akatsuki organisation entailed obeying ludicrous orders from their obviously disturbed Leader, for the sheer purpose of his own amusement. He would have thrown his offer of membership straight back into Pein's ugly (pierced) face, to be closely followed by a kunai and multiple rounds of Ameratsu.

But, alas, it was not to be. Thus Itachi found himself confronted by what would have to be the most mentally scarring experience he had ever come across in his entire life.

Conveniently, his mind decided at that exact time to engage in a relatively brief flashback of what had occurred the day before. Not that the proud Uchiha ever needed to do such a thing and if he did, he would the last person to ever admit it.

Anyway...


Commence Flashback

It was a normal day at the Akatsuki household. Tobi was playing with his train set, Konan was treating her various paper-cuts, Kisame was visiting his relatives, a fact which he constantly denied; heclaimed that he was 'swimming'. And Zetsu... was... well...

Wait, what doesZetsu do in his free time? Sway in the wind? Have great philosophical debates against his other self? Seek wisdom from his garden? Chase butterflies?

I don't know. So for now...

Zetsu... was... well... doing whatever the hell it is Zetsu does.

If you were to be watching all the members at the exact same time, you may find it comical the way they all halted their activities, disappeared and reappeared with an audible 'poof' in the lounge room, all in perfect synchronisation. Pretty impressive for a group of people who claim that they are nothing alike. They should enter the Olympics.

Mildly humorous antics aside, no one uttered a word as Pein entered the room, roughly shoving a reluctant Deidara off his position in the best chair.

"It has come to my attention," he began, sitting down on the recently vacated leather recliner. "That this organisation, due to our immense time and effort, has made great progress over the years."

He paused for effect while the room's occupants rolled their eyes, bored by their leader's melodrama.

"...Thefts, kidnappings, massacres, assassinations, explosions; all in all, a job well done."

He allowed a sinister smirk to cross his face. "Unfortunately, these acts have given us, somewhat of a despised reputation. Now normally I couldn't care less, but our Landlady is threatening to increase our rent. Drastic, I know, but it is true nonetheless. Thankfully I have come up with a solution."

He paused once more before saying bluntly,

"In order to rectify this problem, you have each been assigned five days of community service. Starting tomorrow"

End Flashback


A/N: Sorry if you feel it is a bit short (looking at it now, it really is short! Why is it always so much bigger in Word!), but it's called a prologue for a reason, it's not meant to be long (well not as long as the actual chapters). So, please look past its lack of substantial length. I will try very hard to make the next one longer (if possible). Please, tell me what you think, should I continue?

Also any ideas for a title are greatly appreciated, because I can't think of one.