This is a repost from my original story since it got automatically deleted, so I'm basically starting over. T-T. I know, I know. I was incredibly stupid and so this is pretty much a re-write. I'm so sorry. But on the bright side, it may be a whole lot better than the first... or not, but let me know in the reviews section.
Prologue
The blue haired kunoichi lifted up her head to meet the onslaught of rain showering down from the heavens. The black cloak patterned with red clouds no longer symbolized her alliance with the criminal organization, Akatsuki, but as a tribute to the 'rain of blood' that fell over Amegakure during the war... it had been so long since she was the scared little war orphan, the one that would cower alone in the dark, weeping over her beloved parents.
But that was the past. However, Konan did want to revisit the old days, when it was just the three of them, minus Jiraiya, but he would come in later. Her heart still ached from the death of Nagato, so maybe a trip down Memory Lane wouldn't be so bad...