*Doku's POV*

"Do you need a hand?"

I turned around to see a man with silver hair and purple eyes, next to him was a taller man with green eyes. I pulled the kunai out of my arm and tossed it aside.

"What makes you think I need help?"

"You're fucking bleeding," the silver haired man retorted.

I ran my tongue over the cut sealing the skin closed. I flexed my arm muscle making sure that no muscle was cut by the kunai. When it moved freely I smirked at the two men.

"Interesting," the taller one complemented "My name's Kakuzu, my foul mouthed partner is Hidan."

I waved them off and disappeared, I honestly didn't care who they were. My father taught me how to survive on my own, so for fifteen years I've been doing just that. Now that I'm eighteen all I want to do is go back to my father, it was time.

I was wondering around the forest for a few hours killing anyone who attempted to kill me or just got in my way as I tried to find the meeting spot my father had asked to meet, when the smell of blood hit my nose. I followed the scent walking through the bushes entering a small clearing. There was a red head trying to heal the wounds of a blond and black haired man. Next to them laid the same type of cloak as the men who introduced themselves as Hidan and Kakuzu.

"May we help you?"

I growled annoyed with that question, did I really look like I needed help. A shark like man had entered the clearing with firewood in his arms. He had to be the one who asked since the other three seemed to just notice me. A flip of my hair and a sweet smile was all I needed around these men.

"Blondie, you need those wounds closed up and fast," I ignored the original question.

"No shit," he winced at the pain.

"There's no way I can stop the blood," the red head said "Not unless you know any medical jutsu."

Out of boredom I decided to help. I closed in on the blond, removing the bandages. The red head handed me a cloth to clean up the blood. I wiped away just enough to see the wound on his chest. It was fairly deep most likely made by a sword, the blond was lucky enough to be still breathing.

I wiped up some more blood then licked the wound; I had to suck up some of the blood since so much was coming out. He gave a small sound, somewhere between a moan of pleasure and a grunt of pain. I pulled away with a small smile, wiped my mouth then wiped away any left over blood on his chest.

I moved to the black haired one, his cuts weren't deep but there were many. They were all over his back, arms and chest, all I had to do was lick them once and they healed. His eyes watched me closely as his body stiffened with every flick of my tongue on his skin. That look in his eyes intrigued me, he looked cautious by curious by who I am and what I was doing.

"What the hell did you do to them?" I turned to see Hidan just as I finished with the black haired one "It looks like they had a fucking orgasm."

I opened my mouth to argue but a new male voice sounded loudly in the small clearing. I was thrilled to hear its deep loving tone, one that I haven't heard in so long. I peered around Hidan to see the man with many piercings.

"What is with all the blood?" he snarled "I can smell it a mile away."

"Sorry Pein, but we got into a tough situation," the blond replied.

He eyed the men "I can smell the blood but can't see any wounds."

"The girl healed us."

I dusted off and stepped around Hidan, Pein gave me a once over look then smiled. It's been a long time but he recognized me. I ran to his arms giving him a big hug and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you Doku for healing Deidara and Itachi."

"I was bored," I shrugged "Who's who? I've met Hidan and Kakuzu."

He pointed to each person stating their names. I got a nod from Sasori, Deidara and Itachi; the others didn't seem all that impressed at how easily their leader was talking to a pretty girl.

"Pein, who is this bitch?" Hidan asked.

"I'm not a bitch," I hissed.

"Then what are you? A slut? A whore?"

"My daughter," Pein replied.

I snickered as Hidan's face paled; the others had their mouths wide open in surprise. I leaned against my father's chest, my head just below his chin. It felt nice being in his arms again.

"How has your training been?"

"It'll be easier if I just show you," I winked him.

I ran into the forest before he had the chance to ask what I had meant. Ninja, less than a mile away and they were equipped for a kill. I stopped in their path; they smirked at me and followed when I ran back in the direction of my father. He wanted to know how my training's been; these fools would be the perfect example. When I entered the clearing the group encircled me and so focused on killing me that they never noticed the Akatsuki around them.

"You're going to be mine," one of them announced.

"Oh my, what am I going to do?" I asked innocently "There's so many of you."

"Little lady it's about time you serve us," another one said "We've seen you around before."

I glanced around and smiled sweetly "You must have me confused with someone else."

"Your name is Doku, correct?" the first one asked again.

"I'm afraid so," I sighed losing my innocent act.

"Then you'll be our toy."

My red eyes flashed "Let's dance."

The ten or twelve ninja charged at once, I jumped into the air when they were inches away. Cutting my arm open I let the blood pour out, all the ninja below were burned with my acid blood. I landed on the ground gracefully; a katana immediately around my neck and an arm around my waist holding tightly.

"You're mine ballerina," he whispered seductively in my ear "Obey me or die."

"Neither," I challenged.

He pulled the katana up but it shattered in the process, he stumbled back gazing at his weapon. I turned to face him and smirked exposing my neck to the sun light.

"Diamond skin, no steal can cut through my shield."

He starred at me, fear clearly in his eyes. I charged forward forcing my hand through his chest to pull out his heart. With a sadistic smile I squeezed, the man died with his life in my hands. I let the heart drop next to the lifeless body and turned to see my father's reaction.

"You've done well on your own for the past fifteen years," Pein complemented.

"You're only fifteen?" Kisame asked.

"No," I set an emotionless mask "I'm eighteen."

"Why were they after you?" Kakuzu asked.

I pulled out a black book from my weapon pouch, opened it to the first page then showed it to him "I'm the very first person in the bingo book; wanted dead or alive."

"Come home Doku," Pein insisted "You can't live the rest of your life out here. At least you'll be a little safer and have free meals every day."

"I'd like that."