Since you probably aren't already aware of this, I must inform you that I don't own Naruto. Although, I do own my OC Yuki, and if I find out you've used her without my permission, I will sue you for (approximately) the amount of the national debt.*

December 11th, four days after my fourteenth birthday, was the day I joined the Akatsuki. I remember it very clearly, as if it was only yesterday that I walked through the large, intimidating, stone entrance of the main hideout. The day was cold and gloomy and I was probably about equivalent to a car wreck.

I joined the Akatsuki out of my own free will. Yes, you read that correctly. I wasn't kidnapped; I wasn't drugged then hauled back so they could make use of my exceptional powers. (In comparison to the other members, my abilities could be considered average at best.) I'm not a Jinchuuriki. I chose to come to them, to beg for acceptance. I guess you could say it was an emotional outlet for me, a coping strategy. Maybe not. Whatever the case, that could probably best be described as the point in time when I went off the deep end. I wanted to be a missing-nin. I wanted my picture in the Bingo Book. I wanted to kill. I was an emotional basket case, and I guess I just blew up.

Anyway, here's my story. Let me start from the beginning.

I was born into a nice, liked, middle-class family. My parents loved me and treated me like a princess, and I was just about ready to start at the academy. All was going well for me and life was great. That is, until the killings.

When I was only six years old, I watched my mom, dad, brother, and sister being slaughtered right before my eyes. Of course, the police came to stop the psychopathic man, but not before it was too late for them. I didn't know who did it, and to this day, it still remains a mystery to me.

After that terrible event, life became hell for me. Seeing as I had no other living relatives, I was forced to move in with my abusive uncle. I was beaten, raped, and neglected for the majority of my life. I still became a ninja and I still managed to make some friends. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to stop him because he promised (threatened) to kill me if I spoke one word of it. He was the kind of person that would keep that promise. Consequentially, I went on living this torturous life. The only way I could think of to escape, besides suicide, was to run away. I had already attempted the former several times to no avail. So, there I was, 14 years old, begging with all my life to be allowed to join a criminal organization. I know, it's pretty twisted, but that's just the way things are for me.

I fully expected them to reject me, to turn me down. And that was fine with me. If that had been the case, I would have just asked them to kill me themselves, to assist me with what I had been living so closely to for 10 years. To my extreme surprise, though, none of this happened. After brief interrogation, they accepted me. It was like a breath of fresh air, a feeling I hadn't experienced for a decade. I later asked why on several occasions but always got the same answer; "You could possibly be of use to us." I've never completely understood what they meant by that.

I've always been small for my age; at the time, I was only about 5'9" and weighed a whopping 80 pounds. My genjutsu and taijutsu were quite good, I must admit, but I was terrible at ninjutsu. Why would they choose me to join? Of course, I do have a kekkei genkai, but it's nothing special. I can basically read other people's thoughts, memories, and emotions. This is only possible by direct contact, though. Pretty useless if you ask me. (By the time I would have been able to touch them, I' d be dead. Even if that's not the case; I found out they're angry. WOW, that's really going to help me defeat them. As if I couldn't tell just by the fact that they wanted to kill me.)

All conundrums aside, I am officially a member of the Akatsuki. My name is Yuki Akita and I am sixteen years old. I am a serial killer. And I am proud of it.

*I'm JK. Calm down.