Blood Alliance

Disclaimer-I do not own Naruto, sadly…

A Hidan Tribute

By Kumio Tsuki-I noticed I spelt my pen name wrong on other stories but I'm too lazy to correct them. So, yeah.

Oh, by the way, I know you have to up Itachi's age when he left the village to like 16, and so he's supposed to be like 32… Otherwise the story doesn't work…

Summary- Uchiha Rain, well not really. She isn't Uchiha, and she isn't Hyuuga. She didn't inherit the admired white eyes or the swirling tomas of the Sharingan. She was a cross breed, a hideous hybrid. Strange eyes know as the Raigan, that do nothing like it's makers. She's out on revenge, for her mother and herself. Out to kill the one night standing bastard that crossed their lives. Her mother, from the heiress of the Hyuuga to death where only Rain was by her side. Forced to live in rags for her daughter. Life isn't fair. Especially when your father is the cold blooded killer of their own clan. But fate took a chip in too, and the Seven Tailed Minor Tailed Beast (Steel Lioness) decided to make her its host. The Minor demons are less known, you can't catch them. They are spirits that choose their own masters unlike the Greater Beasts (Kyuubi, Ichibi etc). Somehow, some where while discovering her heritage, she meets with a Jashinist, Hidan.

Idly I fingered the white jade charm that was strung up on a silver colored string, a simple circle, nothing more. Half of me wanted desperately to cut the ties I had with that one night standing bastard, while the other half of me held it as something close, and priceless. It was the only thing mother left to me, only thing to remind me of her. Everything else had been burnt down in the fire. Its blazing red flames flickered in the high wind. It danced with joy as it ate away everything in its path, a beast charging through the land. Goodbye…

I wanted cut my raven black hair shorter so it wouldn't interfere, yet I couldn't. I wanted the old me gone, disappear with everything else in the round of fire. It hung around my chest loosely, no tie to bind it into shape. I wanted to forget the old me, that old life that she use to live, but most of all… I wanted to lose these haunting eyes… These eyes that condemn me to an eternity of torture.

Out from the low bangs I had kept the same were emotionless, tired eyes that overlooked the world. I don't know why I yearned to keep the same hair when I had changed all my other attire. Maybe it was a tie I had hung onto, to remember, to never lose sight of, and to fulfill my silent promise of revenge. For both of us… I will bring justice upon this rusted world of grey, I will succeed, even if it cost me my life.

Being a 'mixed breed', I was something impure and not belonging to this world. I was a cross breed, I was a mutt. I was a disaster for the world, and my mother. Why did I come to life? Why didn't someone kill me before I opened those eyes, why? I was a mutant of the two great families of the Hidden Leaf… Neither Uchiha or Hyuuga, I was… me. I had not inherited those fabled red eyes, or the white of Byakugan. It was something new, something both Sharingan and Byakugan, yet something that was neither. Something no one knew what it was, something that became known as the Raigan.

Always, I looked out from red eyes, like the Sharingan was never deactivated. But instead of the black comma like marks, they were white circles. Like the three tomas had not yet fully developed; but paused at a stage, and never to resume. Maybe that was why people kept their distance, look onwards from safe places. Gawking at the spectacle like it was a circus.

I blocked my thoughts out as I walked through the waterfall, obviously as high class genjutsu. But even if I had no Sharingan from that bastard I could easily tell. Though their defense was impressive. Immediately two people stepped up blocking my steps with kunai held close to my face.

"Who are you, what do you want with the Akatsuki?" one said, a hunched over man with an iron tail-Sasori of the Red Sands.

"U-" but after my statement, I though better, I wasn't here to give autographs, I had a personalized mission "Rain, just Rain"

"What do you want with us, un," asked a blonde, one eye was covered with hair whilst the rest was pulled into a high ponytail.

"I wish to join," I replied "To join the Akatsuki,"

"We aren't recruiting,"

"Consider me, really,"

"No,"

I smiled, continued to insist "Yes,"

"Sasori-danna said no, and it means no, un!" the blonde cried, reaching out to push me, but I would not let those hands stain me, and with a flick of my wrist a kunai was brandished.

"What's all this f***ing racket!" a white haired man complained vulgarly "Who in Jashin's hell is that b****?"

"Keep you mouth clean, do not dirty my name unless you wish to die," I shot back, the black circles struggling to keep up the spiraling spin in my eyes.

"An Uchiha… no, another bloodline," Sasori spoke, turning back to the door "come with me,"

I did as he told me, until we reached an office like room where piles of paper and files where stacked very neatly around the room. There was a pierced man and a blue haired woman who stood next to him.

"Leader, she wishes to join us. She seems to have a bloodline similar to the Uchiha, but I do not know what," Sasori bowed, rising slowly to complete his sentence.

"You may leave," he told to my escort, before directing attention to me "Now state your name girl, and your information, why do you wish to join us?"

"My name is Rain. From the Fire Country. I've attained the status as Captain of an ANBU squad. I have been specially trained for solo missions on reconnaissance, and the elimination of threats. I also have basics for medical ninjutsu. " I told him with a solemn face. It wasn't a lie, but, it wasn't the entire picture either. Cleverly, I had already stashed my Hidden Leaf Headband into my small bag. I could have lied, but it wouldn't have been good for me if one of the members hailed from the same place.

"We shall consider it, if you receive five votes out of eight by two weeks you shall be classified as a full member," he told me, and I bowed, my straight back stiffening, before leaving.

"Yo, b****, still cranked up and PMSing?" the pale man smirked, but I ignored him, heading for my own room as the keys jingled in my hand. The uniform of the Akatsuki was already donned on my thin body, the black backing and red clouds were fitting of my feelings.

"Listen to me you c***!" he yelled after me, a shuriken flew but it was easily caught between my fingers.

"Too slow…" I whispered, flinging the cold piece of metal back to its temporary owner.

My room was well decorated with the mix of black, white and a few shades of red like the carpet. It was soft and fluffy; its material was of fiery color. But nether less, the peacefulness was disturbed when the man burst in without a knock.

"What's your name, I'm Hidan," he smiled although it was a facade, and a bad one at that.

"Rain," I replied, tired. "Please leave, before I make you,"

"Oh my f***ing Jashin stop being like that son of an Uchiha b****, Itachi," Hidan growled "Show some emotion! Who gives a s*** about the stupid 'Rules of Shinobi'!"

Maybe it was his crude comment of the bastard that humored me, but I let a small smile grace my lips.

"That's more like it!" he grinned plopping down on my red bed, embroidered with black flowers of all kinds.

"Now get out, I wish to sleep,"

"Come on, it's only 11!"

"I have traveled a long way, I wish to sleep in peace," I snapped, and set those circles freely spinning in the whirl of red. I pushed him out, my small hands forced onto his back and closing the door quietly.

"Goodnight," I muttered softly to no one particularly.

"Goodnight," was the reply as the person walked off.

As I woke up, staring at a white/cream ceiling. Vibrations shook the room as I dressed; every wave shook the furniture, making them shudder like living creatures. Opening the door, the racket became much obvious.

"I don't wanna go get a f***ing bounty and carry it on my back to a f***ing exchange place when you get all the f***ing money!" Hidan cried, his distinct use of language gave him away.

"Hidan, we need money, I am here for money. Now come!" growled a green eyed man, where the white of the eyes were supposed to be, there was a hideous tertiary purple. He wore the standard clothes of Akatsuki, but a mask covered the lower half of his mouth, much like Sasori

"Stop the racket, or else," stated someone boldly. Although I had never heard of it in anytime of my life, I knew that it was his. It was strong, dignified and held itself with certainty, that everyone would bow under his command. It was ubiquitous, everywhere.

I saw the person walk out from the shadow, from under those dark secluded places. His eyes showed nothing in the dim light as he flicked a look up casually. Although, there was no such thing in his dictionary. He still had the same look as in the photo mother had stared at longingly, every day, at every moment of her time. Sometimes I felt like she looked at me like she could see him within me. In other times I could see her activate her eyes, straining to find the limit to her power, desperate in her fruitless search, her search for him…

Always, I had hated the photo that always resided next to her. Even through the lifelessness of the photo, the evidently noticeable eyes were piercing in their stare. They seem to take everything in, to notice everything. Even in mother's death, her last glimpse of life was of him, that cold blooded killer, abandoner, ninja, and failure of a man. (no offence to anyone, really!)

His long bangs drooped to his eyes, while the majority of the hair was tied back into a low ponytail. He had the body of someone young, fit and handsome and it gave no hint of his true age. Those knowing eyes were directed to the commotion, picking up every detail in split seconds.

"State your name new comer…" he mumbled, I snarled as I jumped down, a soft silent landing on the floor.

"Rain," I replied, keeping my voice even and calm; although I was far from tranquil inside.