A/N: This is the sequel to my other story, Long Live Akatsuki. Although this story is technically the sequel, it can also go by itself, with the exception of the flashbacks to the former. The reason it can be put on itself is because of well... mainly the style it's written in. Well...now you're probably gonna ask "What's with the style?" (or not, but whatever.) It's just from the fact that I read this book called The Book Thief, and it's writing pattern is...interesting, and inspired me to write in this way.

Uhh...so, if you don't like it, tough boogers. :)

Oh, and from now, my chapters will be around twice the length of the ones before, but they will obviously take longer, since my day is taken up a lot since now I'm in school. Also, I probably won't be updating this labor day weekend because I'm going to animefest. YEAZ. :DD

So, here we begin the story. Whether you are a new reader, or were one of the people who read Long Live when it was being written, I hope you enjoy it.

A beginning. An introduction.

That's how most stories start.

This isn't like most.

But you probably knew I was going to say that anyway.

I prefer to jump right into things, and quickly get to the point, you know? The quicker, the merrier. Dragging things out never get anywhere.

But what I am about to speak of to you is highly detailed. Although, it may depend on who you are. Detailed or brief. People have different perspectives on things.

Out of every human I have seen or taken note of, I can't really say that they really stood out. I would say that...they peaked my interest, just by a tad bit more than others. I also can't say that I necessarily like them.

If you're confused of why they would take my interest, yet I wouldn't like them, well, think of it as the popular kids at school. They're noticed, but no one else but themselves like them.

Simple. That's how it is, but I can't say I dislike them either.

They're in the middle. Just as any human is. They peaked my interest just a little more than others, as I said. Seriously, that's all there is.

Truth is, I wasn't supposed to see them. There's no code or law against it, but with what I do, I'm not allowed to look at the others. The last time I saw them, yes, I was supposed to see them, but my eyes betrayed my mind when I peeked at them when it wasn't that time.

If you can't understand what or who I am, you will soon. But I would rather say that I am a whom, not a what.

I take an interest in each one with a different perspective.

I see the first one, the leader, or what they call him, in the color of turquoise. You would probably disagree-saying that he's orange. But I'm not the type to judge on hair color or eye color by what color they are. The man, Pain I believe, is a true leader. He guides others with care and kindness. Although he is joshed by his peers with the words "stupid" and "idiot", he has quite an amount of potential in critical thinking and analyzing a situation.

He was around seven when I first took note of him.

The man had been just another boy with chubby cheeks and a short height. His eyes weren't being overflowed by the tears that most children had when they wept.

It didn't matter to me though-it didn't matter if they didn't have a hint of sadness, or if they were bawling until no more tears could be produced. It really didn't, and it still doesn't.

Cold, it sounds-I know. But I am no such thing. Just don't ask for me to be kind. It's another thing that I'm not.

I'm nothing, but everything.

I would see each member at least twice in an eternity. There was Hoshigaki Kisame, Uchiha Itachi, Tobi, and Zetsu I would meet twice. Actually, I would only meet Kuraji Hidan once. Pain, Konan, Sasori, Deidara, and Kakuzu I would meet three times each.

The first time I met all of them together was in that hospital. It might have been sad to me if I was one of them, but I can't feel such emotions.

I'm not heartless-well, maybe, but emotionless? No. Some things make me smile. Some make me cringe.

I doubt they had expected such a thing to happen to the boy; he was young, and I don't think he deserved to die like that, because of his lifestyle. It's a sad fact. Then again, that's how I feel about many murders.

It's still a vivid picture in my mind. The tears, the yelling, and the nurse rushing in and desperate for him to live. The heart monitor screamed as his heart erratically sped up. He had to hang on for dear life, but the grip slipped from his hands. The monitor screen only showed a straight, green line.

He was dead.

The other broke down. The bawling, the shouting for him to say that he was just kidding, and the racking sobs and trembles.

Years had passed after that. Hundreds and hundreds. I am still here. Yet I still remember. When each one had gone as well, into the afterlife.

Follow me.

I will show you a story.

A story of angst, tragedy, friendship, and love.

A/N: That was the prologue.

So...mini contest! The question is...

Who is the narrator? (It's one narrator, but he/she can have two names. I will accept those two. And maybe others if they're close or the same thing.)

I will write a one-shot on anything that the person who guess the correct answer wants.

If many people guess the correct answer, then the first person to guess the correct answer will get the one-shot.

Happy day/night/whatever. :)