Hidan says "FUCKING READ THIS FIRST!" >:C
The way the story is written!
this means someone is thinking, most likely akumako.
I think that should be it for now. I do not own any of these characters except for Akumako and the leader of the village. =)
Information:
Name: Akumako Demon Child Kinoko Mushrooms (First, Last)
Age: 20
Village: Kirigakure: Hidden in the Mist (Fights with Water)
Rank: Jounin-Anbu (S-ranked criminal)
Beginning, third person P.O.V.
The Akatsuki is just a good organization slightly changing in their direction. Could you change the way Akatsuki worked? Stop total destruction of earth that the '6 Peins' are leading the world to? Jiraya is fighting for what he sees right, as Pein does him. Their both fighting for and over the world. Something some people never found quite valuable.
God is God. Not Pein, not Jashin, but God. Akumako was never perfect, not even at birth. Some people were just meant to suffer, some more then others. But those who struggled became the most beautiful angels ever.
-Earlier in life-
"Your life is valuable to the world, fear not of death, God is on your side,' Akumako said and looked down, kissing the cross on her neck, "Forgive me Lord, for I am about to sin."
She grabbed her Katana and sliced the mans head before he's head off.
She used to be a do-gooder. All the right friends, all the right grades, all the wrong motivations.
Nagasaki imposed him, he imposed God. Tried to tell her that he was God, tried to tell the village that he was God. He was the leader of her old village, and he imposed a false religion onto the people. Akumako was six, and her mother was a strong believer of the true God. But Akumako was born into a family of ninja, not peasants.
This meant she hat to grow other to kill. She had to become a 'proctor of the village'. Witch was a load off bullshit. Give yourselves fancy names or whatever, our all just killers.
In the act of killing, God hesitates with forgiveness. It's a good thing the father's son is too forgiving.
Akumako graduated the ninja academy at ago twelve, and became a chuunin shortly after. This only meant she had to kill her two dear teammates. That's what you had to do to pass…and she did. So at fifteen she became a jounin.
Our story changes dramatically when, at age seventeen, Akumako killed the imposed God of her village, becoming an S-ranked criminal.
Lord, please forgive me for finding enjoyment in killing your children.
"The man before me now is a father of three, a loving husband, and has a bounty on his head. May God bless you with the gift of wings," Akumako said, looking at the other man.
He was not her target, so she would make his death painless, for he had done nothing wrong. Nor could she just let him walk away from the scene as a witness.
The man pleaded for his life, he begged and begged.
She stoop above the man, tied with ropes below her on the ground and continued praying.
"I cover this cross in the blood of your children, may it burn the skin of a sinner and wash them to purity. May he be forgive for any sins he has committed, and watched over in heaven. Forgive me God, oh please just forgive me," She said and kissed the cross, letting it drop back to its rightful spot next to her heart.
The man closed his eyes as she drew her sword and grabbed him by his hair, "I'm going to cut your head off from back to front, you'll be instantly paralyzed and not feel a thing. Fear not," she said. She then cut his head off exactly the way she said she would. Blood sprayed from his neck all over her face, neck and white blouse. She wore her blouse three buttons undone from the top and two from the bottom. When the blood stopped, Akumako pulled a cloth from her pocket and whipped the blood off her sword, returning it back to its rightful place on her back, and then stood from her kneeling position.
Akumako dusted off her shorts, which were baggy and held up by a cheap studded belt. Sighing, she now realized she needs new cloths, a shower and a place to stay for the night. Her wounds from the just recent battle burned as she stepped through the thick forest. Slight bruising here and there, a slash on her side, minor cuts on her chest and arms, and not to mention a cut across her right cheek.
Walking down the peaceful path of Mother Nature she listened to the birds chirping, and the wood peckers clucking against the trees. She served a great deal away from the mist. Somewhere in between Kirigakure and Amegakure, headed toward Kirigakure.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of bells chiming. She had not known of any houses nearby with wind chimes, but she double checked around her sides for a house, of any sign of life. Then is dawned on her, the two men in almost clear sight of her, directly ahead of her. Their straw hats had bells attached by strings to them.
Akumako studied the two men. One served to be short, and the cloak he wore was the same as the taller mans, though his was open slightly more down his chest to reveal something shiny dangling from his neck. They wore the same everything, yet the tall one had no weapon and the short one had a three headed scythe on his back. The taller mans hands were tanner, and the bottom half of his face was completely covered by a mask. Therefore not letting her see anything due to the straw hat covering the rest. She wondered how the man saw directly ahead of them.
Akumako immediately drew attention away from them and directed it toward the path anhead of her. She guessed them to be going toward Amegakure, for it was indeed opposite of Kirigakure. She tried to ignore them the best of her abilities, but found it hard to do when the shiny substance caught a beam of light in her eye. She turned to see the necklace was a circle with an upside down triangle in the inside of it.
Akumako made a 'tching' noise, 'another imposing religion in this world.' She thought.
"You got a fucking problem lady?" a foul mouthed one said.
Akumako huffed and turned around, "Look I can make any noise I want to any thought I have. Weather it was about you or not is none of your business. I can choose to make any noise I want just as you choose to swear you damned heathen."
Her words practically spit venom at him. Silence covered the small group, though the anger and emotions could almost be smelled in the air. Soon enough the short one ripped off his hat and threw it onto the ground with a soft dinging noise from the bell. The lack of coverage revealed a twenty year old looking man with slick back silver hair and pink eyes. He wore the most mind shrilling smirk anyone could have ever scene.
"You think you have a right to call me a fucking heathen?" he yelled at her.
The taller man, in a delayed unison to the silvered haired one, removed his hat as well. Not too much more was seen, except his ninja headband and chocolate brown eyes. Now noticing that the short one also had a headband around his neck, as the tall one had his around his forehead. The short one was of Amegakure, but the tall one was from Takigakure, and they both had gashes through them. Their cloaks had little red clouds on them and their leg warmers had stripes rising up on them.
What were these men?
The short one removed the scythe off his back, in a battle stance manor, "Your sure talk a hell of a lot bigger than you actually are, bitch," He said deathly, with a tint of anger and lust in his eyes.
"I cannot talk bigger then I am, for it is me talking to you," Akumako said broadly. She was now getting bored of the two men.
Her words caused the teller one to chuckle in a mocking manor toward the shorter one. This only seemed to piss him off more.
"Shut the fuck up!" The short one yelled angrily at her.
He charged at her with every intention of killing her, every intentions of destroying her. He grabbed the weapon from the handle behind the blades and at the middle of the handle. He jammed Akumako into a tree behind her. Two of the three blades jammed right under her ribcage, where it held her up a few inches from the ground. He got so close to her their foreheads were almost touching.
"Running your mouth will get you in fucking trouble girl," the man said, smirking close to her.
The other man stood off to the side, getting slightly annoyed with the two now. Though he enjoyed the entertainment they both provided.
"Now you get to fucking die for that damned mouth of yours," the short one added to what he said before.
Akumako turned her head slightly to the side and leaned into his ear, just enough for her lips to barely touch his earlobe, "too bad I cannot die," she said as her lips traced over his ear as she spoke.
The vibration of her voice and the hotness of her breath caused the man to close his eyes and twitch. Akumako's words sounded as if she was indeed in pain, being evil and overall….hurt. As what she said finally registered in his brain, his eyes widened in shock. But that was ok, because it was mostly everyone reaction. But most died shortly after. Before the short one could fully react his partner pulled him off of her and dragged him a few feet away. The weight helping her stay up suddenly shifted to her holding all her body weight on the inside of her ribcage, causing it hard to breathe. Her feet dangled in the air, causing even more pain now.
The tall one spoke with a strong hold on the other. "Hidan," he addressed the short one, "She could serve as a help to the organization. Maybe we should take her back to the leader."
The one addressed as Hidan still stared at Akumako in slight shock but hiding it with an almost angry expression.
"Shut the fuck up Kakuzu," Hidan said, letting Akumako gain the others name too, "She's only a use if she really is immortal let me put her to my…special test and we'll see just how immortal she really is."
Hidan smirked, not taking his sadistic eyes off Akumako. Kakuzu nodded and backed off of him. Hidan's face dramatically turned to a maniacal smile as he drew his weapon from the woman and licked the blood off of it.
"Hmmmnnn," he closed his eyes and went into a maniacal laughter. Akumako fell to the ground and coughed up blood. There was one thing her immortal life flawed, pain. She hated it, and could she stand it. Akumako looked down at her cheat and put her hand to it, drawing back and seeing almost a pool of this rich and red juice. Then, looking at Hidan, she noticed his appearance had changed.
He was now pure black, with white markings where bones normally would be. He stood in a circle, it looked just he same as the one on his neck. The same damned religion, the same damned Jashin. Akumako stood up to notice the same circle had formed around her feet as well. She sighed, realizing that he was just wasting chalkra.
Her bored expression only made Hidan more excited. Her face would change when she was in pain, as would her blood flow and mental functions. Hidan loved this process; it allowed him to feel what he never could.
"You know," Akumako said, interrupting his thoughts, "Jashin won't be too happy about you trying to sacrificing someone that he can't have. I'm sure he's not to into teasing."
He looked at her for a moment, his expression dropped. Silence fell the group again, "How do you know about lord Jashin? Are you Jashin?! Is that why you're fucking immortal?!" he yelled, almost happily.
She shook her head, and his anger rose back to its past state once again. Then, he pushes the top scythe into his shoulder. Blood squirted out of Akumako's shoulder, as did Hidan's. She knew what this was and how to play the game, yet she refused to give him satisfaction. All she did was grab her shoulder and shut her eyes tightly for a moment before looking at him blankly again.
He was a mad man.
Hidan's facial expression was of pure pleasure. He stared at the sky, taking in both his and her pain. It was then when he looked back at Akumako and starred her in the eyes. He noticed she showed no sign of caring for the pain, or she was hiding it really fucking well. Slightly, he did notice this. It angered him.
"Feel it damnit! Feel this pain!" he yelled and pulled out the blades, stabbing himself again, "It's fucking great!"
Hidan's eyes rolled behind his head as his head rolled back as well. He then pulled the blade out and stabbed him self over and over again. Akumako laid on the ground, unable to move as tears streamed down her face. She tried hugging her knees and failed miserably, so she just lies there in her own puddle of blood.
Hidan looked down at the girls' pitiful state, and dropped the jutsu. Obviously if she was going to die, she would have by now. It angered him that he has surely angered lord Jashin now, yet he was slightly happy to have found someone like himself. Thought he would never let her know that, not in the eternity he now had with her.
I hope you enjoyed. I'm not going to be that type of author who asks you to constantly comment on my work or i won't write anymore, but it would be nice =)
Also, ideas for more stories for me to write are greatly appreciated.