High school is a place for new beginnings, creating friends, and dissing the jocks and preps. In the midst of all the stereotypical groups, there was one that could be fit into any of them, besides the "popular kids". They were known well throughout the school, and it wasn't the kind of reputation that made you want to meet them. They got into fights with other groups—like serious fist punching fights. And the worse the school could do was put them on suspension, but luckily things never got very serious. Er, well, I think. This group was very protective of their friends...with a few exceptions. They had people of every kind, strange-skinned, strange-hair colored, strange eyes, and a couple of other small and big things.
This is their story.
They called themselves Akatsuki. No one knew how they came up with that name, but they made sure no one mistook it for "Red Moon". The Akatsuki were a group at Shinobi High School, somewhere in Osaka, I think. (Just FYI, that's not a real high school)
The so-called leader was named Pain. He never told anyone his surname, and so he was always called Pain. His girlfriend however (who we'll talk about next), always called him Nagato.
Pain has orange hair that spikes up, and awkward purple eyes with rings of circles around them, like ripples in the water. He has many odd piercings around his body. He usually kind, and the Akatsuki call him stupid, but he can take business seriously. Pain lost his parents in a house fire, and lives with Konan-our next member.
Konan Tenshi is Pain's girlfriend, and always calls him Nagato. She has shoulder-length blue hair, and auburn colored eyes. She has a piercing slightly below her lower lip, and always sticks a white origami flower in her hair. She's a dark and stoic type to outsiders, but she actually has a kind, motherly nature.
Next, we have Kakuzu. You can actually describe him in two words. And those two are stitched and money-obsessed. He's a brunette with stitches from a car accident. His parents left him for what he calls his "unnaturalness". Kakuzu always seems to scare his partners away in the Akatsuki. Oh yeah, and that's how the Akatsuki function—in pairs.
Then, there's Sasori. He's popular with a lot of the girls, but at the same time, they're scared of him. Maybe it's because he's a redhead (because redheads are hot), or his bored looking muddy brown eyes. Who knows. He lives with his grandmother, because his mother and father died in the military. Sasori is an artist, a sadist, short-tempered, and hates almost anything. So, we have yet to see his soft side.
Lastly, we have our best friends, Kisame and Itachi. Kisame is a strange sort, with blue tinted skin, as well as spiked blue hair. And his eyes? Yes, they are blue. He's almost never seen without Itachi, or so, the older sister of Sasuke Uchiha. Itachi is usually cold, and normally doesn't smile, but smirks. In a way, similar to Sasori.
So, here we begin the actual story.
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"Itachi-chan! You're finally in high school!"
The eldest Uchiha sibling received a hug from the other girl of the Akatsuki—Konan.
"Ah...no hugs, Konan." Konan let Itachi go from her large, tight hug. She laughed a bit, and spotted three other Akatsukians.
"Sasori! Kisame! Kakuzu!" she called, waving. Her boyfriend, Pain, next to her waved as well.
"Hello everyone," Kisame greeted, smiling. He looked toward Itachi and ruffled her hair. "Hey-!"
"Haha, nice to see you finally in high school, Itachi-san," he approached, getting a half-hearted glare from the about-20-centimeters-shorter girl.
"Hn..." she muttered, folding her arms.
"Did you guys get a chance to check the lists?" Kakuzu asked, his voice gruff.
"Well...considering that there's at least one hundred people crowding around the boards...I thought it was a smart idea to come early." Konan smirked at her comment.
"Quit being a bitch. Did you check everyone's classes?" the stitched third-year asked.
"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today..." Sasori grumbled, barely audible.
"Fucking puppet," Kakuzu shot back, a vein popping in his head.
"Anyway, to answer your question, yes, Konan and I did check the class lists for everyone. We thought you didn't want to go through that mess, so I think we do deserve an apology and a thank you," Pain snapped. "Itachi is in 1B, Sasori is in 2D, Kisame is in 2A, you, Kakuzu, are in 3B, and Konan and I are in 3D." He read the classes off of his hand. These words were written on his skin with a purple marker.
"Thank you then. And I'm soorrrryyy," Kakuzu apologized sarcastically.
"Ass."
Unknown to the six Akatsuki members, a little farther down, two other figures stood, away from the boards of classes as well.
"Dammit!"
"Hidan, quit swearing, un!"
"Oh, shut the fuck up, you little pansy! Dammit's not even a fucking swear word."
"What did you say, hmmm?"
"What? Can't take a little joke?"
"Oh, shut up, yeah."
"Hmph."
The female and male suddenly fist-bumped with both hands. "(Hell) Yeah, we're in the same class (un)!" they yelled, jumping.
And then they stopped. "All we gotta do now is find fucking class 1B," the silver-haired first year male named Hidan concluded.
"I think we need a map to a map so we can get to class, hmmm..." the female blonde added.
"Well, this is just fucking great! Not only are we the fucking new students, we have to fuck around to find our fucking class too!" Hidan pouted.
Deidara rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Well, let's just go and try to find our class. We could just say that we're new students after all, yeah." The girl shoved her hands into her woven vanilla colored vest pockets, and started walking. The albino followed her.
The two walked on. Deidara and Hidan had been best friends ever since the third grade, when Hidan stole Deidara's sandwich from her bento, which made the girl slap him. He liked any girl that could put up a fight. Of course, this led them both to be scolded by the teachers. At first glance, you would think that they were a couple with an innocent blonde and an ass-tastic silver-head. But they had decided that they put that all aside, as they both had no romantic feelings toward each other. Just friends. Best friends.
As the two got inside the school, they saw many heads turn. It wasn't normal in Japan to see a natural blonde person or a silver haired person. Not to mention, from what Hidan had told Deidara, from guys' perspective, she was beautiful. And actually, she was.
Her blonde hair was natural straight, and as long as the middle of her back. She wasn't too short or too tall, about 160 centimeters (that's not true in the actual Naruto story). Hidan had guessed that she was still an A cup, and that's when he was flung into a wall. She was an AB blood type, with an interesting balance of creativity and insanity. Once you got to know her well, she was the type that you could have enough fun with without getting killed with the shenanigans. She lived with her father, but rarely ever talked about him, and the only person who knew why was Hidan.
She was beautiful, but hot-headed and overreacted.
Wait, but I forgot. Her most distinctive trait was her love for art. She had concluded that art was something to be transient, a quick moment never to be seen again, fleeting—an explosion. Hidan would call her a sadistic arsonist at times. Yeah, hard to believe he knew those words.
That made it understandable to why she hung out with Hidan. Hidan was a sadomasochist, foul-mouthed, and disrespectful to almost anyone and everyone. One would call him immoral and immortal, which the immortal part came from how he claimed that he was immortal from slaughtering animals that gave their lives to him. Deidara thought this was such a stupid way of thinking. Or maybe it was just that fact that he was in a religion that required slaughter? I don't know. Jashinism does crap to you. Hidan is frequently arrogant and ignorant, but he outwardly admits to how unintelligent he is. He's a bit protective of his friends, well, er, best friend Deidara, but that didn't put him above mocking her.
"Hey, newbie children," a voice rang behind the two new students.
"Huh? What did you say you little b-!" Hidan was cut off by him and Deidara being pulled to the side.
"Duck."
And less than a nanosecond later, a group of about twenty girls ran across the hallway, right where Hidan and Deidara were a couple seconds ago.
"Holy shit..." Hidan muttered.
As they passed, they were all yelling something incoherent. And as soon as they were on the other side of the hallway, the large hands with red painted nails were removed from the two first-year's shoulders. They turned around expected a principal or someone like that, but instead, were face-to-face with a grown orange haired man with a bandana on his forehead. The fuck? What kind of dude paints his nails?
"Who the hell are you? I've fucking never seen you before!" Hidan exclaimed, suddenly backing up quickly. Well no shit Sherlock.
"Nice to meet you as well." Pain gave his innocent Pain smile. "My name is Pain. By the way, you're welcome. I just saved both of your lives."
"Pain what? Or what Pain? Is that your fucking last or first name? Shit, just say your entire name," Hidan muttered. "And thanks I guess. That was a fucking ass-tastic fangirl raid."
"That information is classified," another voice sounded. This girl was almost as tall as the orange haired boy, and had blue hair.
"Classified, un?" Deidara asked.
"Yep. He hasn't told anyone," she answered. "My name is Konan by the way. Tenshi Konan. I'm his girlfriend."
"Deidara, yeah. Iwakatsu Deidara." Deidara pulled her hand out to shake Konan's and Pain's. "And that's Hidan, un. Kuraji Hidan. And if you want to know, I'm not dating him, un."
"Well, nice to meet you then." Pain smiled.
"Yeah? Well, fuck you!"
"HIDAN, HMM! Don't be an ass!"
"Language for a girl. I guess you don't have any brains to actually thing of any other insults, you brat." This time, a red head entered the school as she was swearing. He actually looked quite beat up with a couple of cuts and scrapes around his body.
"Are you okay, Sasori?" Konan asked worriedly.
"Yeah, the fangirls didn't get me too bad," Sasori answered, wiping imaginary dust from his chest.
"Wait, those were yourfucking fangirls, jack-ass?" Hidan asked, yelling.
"Yes. And my name is Sasori, not jack-ass, although I would consider you half correct. But it's not like you have any right to call me that, so just call me Akasuna," the boy muttered.
"Well, nice to meet you too, un," Deidara answered with sarcasm. "I'm Iwakatsu Deidara. That's Hidan."
"Quit fucking introducing me, I'm not fucking three years old!" Hidan groaned, returning to his original spot next to Deidara.
"Sure, un. So, do you like art, yeah?" Deidara asked. "You kind of seem like the type to be interested in it."
"OH FUCK."
Hidan looked at Konan and Pain, and they returned the wide-eye stared to him.
"Did you guys just fucking—"
"Yeah," they answered.
Hidan whispered toward them. "She's a fucking psycho bitch when it comes to art. You might want to watch out."
"Oh, we had enough of that with Sasori," Konan explained.
Sasori stuck his hands in the pockets of his uniform pants. "Yeah. A lot actually. What about it?"
"Yes, thank Jashin, un! Someone who finally understands the concept of art—the transient, fleeting explosion."
Time stopped, and Konan and Pain looked wide-eyed again.
"Oh shit...why us…"
Sasori closed his eyes. He put up his forefinger. "First, who the hell is Jashin? And second..." he glared at the first-year female. "You have no sense in art if that's what you think is what art is."
"Excuse me, un?" Deidara asked, frowning. She put her hands on her hips.
"Art is obviously the eternal beauty of something. It never rots, never decays. It's left for thousands of years to take in the beauty of."
"What's the point of beauty if it's seen too many times, hmm? It get's boring! Life needs to be spontaneous and different, never a single on to match the moment again, yeah!"
"As if—" "What did you say, hmm?"
Pain and Konan turned to Hidan, and Hidan smirked.
"I think they're going to be fucking good friends."
"Really?"
Well, thanks for reading. Remember to review! :D Chapter 2, coming soon~ Right after it's done being edited.