Warning : I'm not good with fanfictions, especially with Akatsuki. If you read, please review and tell me what you think. If you have any advice, its welcome! If you have flames, please be nice, I know I'm bad. If you know some things that may be helpful, please tell me. Thank you.

Naruto and anything related to it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Aoi Sama belongs to me along with Ketsueki and the "plot".

Never a Shinobi

I never wanted to be a Shinobi. I never wanted to grow up and become a weapon for another person, a tool that could be easily tossed away once it was made useless. Walking off into battle for someone else doesn't appeal to me but it took me years to figure this out. My only dreams and aspirations as a child was to just find a spot to belong and fill up that empty space I felt inside my chest with something other than desires and dreams. But Shinobi rules have been drilled into me and Shinobi don't show their emotions and I have to do what I'm told. I was an orphan, a tool, a Shinobi - only to be used. If my emotions got in the way or I let people come to close, things would go wrong and I'd end up hurt or worse - people I cared for. Aoi-Sama was right, and always will be. A Shinobi never shows their emotion, but I never wanted to be a Shinobi.

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It was a cold night and I was shivering in my dark blue kimono. It's sleeves were short the length of my kimono came past my knees which I hugged close to my chest, trying to conserve body heat. There were fires going on around me but I was too terrified to actually join in the groups of older men who sat around them. I kept my spot in the alleyway, away from the others as I kept my eyes on everyone else. As tempting as the warmth of the fire was, I wasn't about to just wedge myself between a couple of homeless and thieving adults to get warm. They terrified me and had for the four years I had been living on the poorest section of the streets. They were always there, stealing from me what I picked up and threatening me whenever I passed by. I didn't believe I was much of a match against thugs and thieves and stayed as far as I could not wanting to get beaten up or worse. Not to sound like I am flattering myself, I didn't think I was pretty but I was fourteen and had seen a few disgusting things happen on the streets I know I didn't want to happen to me. I had been content, shivering and starving in the night but I could see the movements of my master moving among crowds of people. I curled up more, knowing he was looking for me.

"Hey, you. Kid." He addressed me, pointing at me with his fingers. I glanced up at him, shivering from the cold and slight bit of fear as I got up. Moving out slowly from my alley, I was quickly yanked forward by my master. He smelt like alcohol and dirt and made me flinch when his warm breath hit my face.

"There's a woman with long blue hair and is in a black cloak walking around the streets, find her and see what you can take." He ordered, dropping me onto the hard, cold, dirty ground. I nodded, keeping my gaze down low as I picked myself up. He always addressed me as, "Hey, you. Kid." I was never given one and always answered to whatever people called me.

"She was walking the streets, most likely looking for an inn to stay in so hurry and find her before she finds one." He snapped as I nodded and hurriedly scurried off. I was fourteen and small, easily looking pathetic and drawing attention. For the four years I had spent on the streets, I had become quick at pick pocketing and hiding a little secret of mine only my master knew. If I did what he said, he wouldn't let anyone know and to steal for him kept me safe.

I wandered down the streets, keeping out of the lights as I headed down towards the street where all the inns competed for attention. I looked around, pushing back a lavender strand of my hair behind my ear as I searched for a woman with blue hair and black cloak. My master wasn't as inconspicuous with stealing as some of his lackies (one of them would be me) and would offer protection (or in my case : secretes) for their skills. I shivered, from the cold, as I continued looking and sure enough, I saw her. Her long blue hair trailed down her back and glistened under the moonlight. I tilted my head, wondering if it was naturally blue like how mine was naturally lavender. Her black cloaked with red clouds printed onto it swished about as she moved. She was wearing what I guessed a bamboo hat that had paper strips hanging from it to conceal her face. There was also a bell on her, somewhere, for it jangled as she moved. I froze, feeling myself become thirsty. I licked my lips, trembling. It wasn't the regular thirst people normally got, but a thirst I wanted to keep from people from knowing. It made me feel different.

I stood there. I don't know how long as I stared at her. The jingling of the bell had stopped and I didn't notice that she had stopped walking. I was too busy thinking, feeling my eyes become heavy as I realized that she had turned her head to stare at me. Me. My heart raced as I felt the blood quicken through my system. I heard the noise of it swishing through my veins as I shook my head. I didn't want to hear it beat. I didn't want to hear it. I knew what my cardiovascular system was doing, but I didn't want to be tempted by hers.

Turning away, I covered my ears and closed my eyes as I quickly walked away.

"Not now, not now, not now." I mumbled to myself, using a hopeless mantra to try and subside a thirst and longing that was beginning to grow. I hated being thirsty and that girl had somehow caused it to grow. I could still feel the beating of my heart and flow of my blood as I wandered around the alley. The lights dimmed and the groups of people faded as I collided with someone I didn't want to see. My master.

"So where is it, Kid?" He gruffly asked, shaking me. I blinked, feeling so dazed. I could hear his heartbeat.

Ba - bump, ba - bump

"There was nothing." I replied back quietly, listening to the chambers relax and contract. The valves of his heart, opening and closing.

Ba - bump, ba - bump

"Nothing on her? Don't fucking lie." He snapped, shaking me. I kept my gaze on his chest.

Ba - bumpba - bump. That noise made my heart race even more.

"Please, let me go." I whimpered, looking away. I was getting thirstier and thirstier and his pulse was increasing, tempting me more.

"Let you go?" My master asked, almost teasing me as he got closer. "Is someone having another one of her 'attacks'" He asked. I turned my head away. I could hear the beat of another heart and it wasn't mine. It was slower, beating calmly.

"Please, let me go." I whimpered, almost begging. I needed to leave. I could hear the woman's heart beat, feel the pulse and flow.

Ba - bump, ba -bump ba - bump!

What would have been just a regular push was a forceful movement of sending my master into the wall behind him. He gasped for air, having the breath knocked out of him by my shove. I couldn't take it. That damn beating was there! I looked down at him, trembling, as he coughed.

'Rrestrain yourselfrestrain yourself.' I chanted in my head, closing my eyes and repeating another useless mantra. 'You can restrain yourself. Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out.' I don't know if it would have worked but the second I smelt blood, I lost control. I had no clue what had happened to case the smell but the second I sensed it, whatever I was born with took control and suddenly I moved across the alley to where my master was and knocked him down onto the floor while he was trying to pull himself up. I threw him up against the wall and forcefully yanked him up to my level. That scent was all over him now and quickly flowing down his neck. I bit into it, clamping my jaw right onto the wound and sucking at the blood. I drank greedily. I closed my eyes, everything turning black as white hazes appeared. I heard the slowing beat ofmy masters heart and the regular rhythm of the woman watching me. I ignored it, drinking in more of my masters bitter blood

Ba - bump...

He was dying, but I couldn't care. I was in my own world as I finished off what I could. I pulled back, still dizzy as I sensed the woman. I heard the tingle of the bell and I moved out of the way as she threw a small knife in my direction. I had moved away quickly, staring at her, trembling. I could feel energy around her and it terrified me. I wasn't 'normal' and I didn't think she was either. The paper strips from her hat covered her face so I couldn't what kind of face she was making. I wiped my hand across my face, wiping of blood that was on my face. She threw another knife looking thing in my direction and dodged it, stepping to the side. I could hear her pulse and if I concentrated hard enough, I saw the faint reddish smokey look of blood coursing through her and the fist size heart she had within her chest.

She made a dash for me, causing me to stay on the defensive and avoid her attacks. From what I could tell from her heart rhythm she was going easy on me. I had to step, dunk and move from side to avoid her. She was an expert and I had never fought in my life except for when I got thirsty. We continued like this for a few seconds as I backed up against a wall. I blinked, sending my fist forwards as hers came towards me. Our knuckles crashed together, causing them to crack and bleed. That smell pierced the air and my arm buckled under her strength. I feel forward onto my knees and brought my knuckles to my mouth, licking away the blood. Hers was sweet and metallic at once, warm and thick. I looked back up at her, shaking a bit as she looked down at me.

"What's your name?" She asked. I remained still, trying to think of what people called me. Nothing. Everything was blank. "What's your name?" She asked again, sounding slightly impatient.

"I don't know." I replied back, sounding stupid. I looked away and down, wondering why she wanted to know.

"Is that a Kekkei Genkai?" She asked. I tilted my head slight and furrowed my brow. I didn't get it.

"I don't know." I kept my gaze down. Whoever this woman was, her presence demanded respect. It wasn't the false respect you gave to someone because it was expected but it was real and I felt obliged to give it to her. I heard the bell tingle once again and waited for her to say something.

"Ketsueki," She began. I remained on my knees, slightly bowing as I glanced up. "Get up and follow me." She said. I nodded and got up, letting what she said sink in. She had given me a name. My heart raced a bit, slightly joyous as I followed her through the alley and out onto the street. She moved gracefully, bell jingling eerily. I followed, gaze lowered and obediently a little behind her. "Whatever you've got there, I want to know. Tell me, Ketsueki, would you like to join me?" She asked. My heart beat raced as I looked up at her.

"Yes." I replied back, looking up at her, incredulous. How could I really say no? For fourteen years, I had been homeless and nameless, living off of the streets and my little 'attacks'. I couldn't say no to her. I had always wanted to belong somewhere and this woman, for some reason, wanted me.

If I had known better, I would have said no. If I had known she wanted me to be her tool, to be a Shinobi I would have said no but my emotional need to belong had won over. I followed her, telling myself I'd give her whatever she wanted. I knew it wasn't me she liked. We had just met, but itwas what I guessed my 'Kekkei Genkai' is what she liked. If she wanted it, I believed I would let her use it if she'd let me follow her. It took me a while to realize it wasn't what I really wanted.