Disclaimer: Naruto and all its characters, places, and names are not owned by me.
T for Violence.

Lol I have no Idea how to write a disclaimer.
So, this is my first fic (constructive criticism, if you will). I know somebody else on FF wrote something pretty similar already, but he (or she) stopped updating, and my story is probably going to take a different chain of events, too. This is my first ff, but I've been lurking around FF for a while (FF = , ff=fanfic), so I know most of the rules and will try my best to use proper grammar and spelling. I am going to try to make this fic as canon as possible, while keeping it as my own original fanfiction (as in events are going to unfold as they should in the canon, but will be altered based on what I make the characters do. This chapter will be short because it is an intro chapter. This is what would have happened had Yahiko not died. I love the Ame Orphans. They are so beautifully created, but I hate how they were always so miserable. So, I took it upon myself to change that. But enough of this. Let's get started.

This fic will be written in the point of view of a different character each chapter. The point of view will be listed right above the fanfiction.

POV: Yahiko (First Person.)

There are lots of things I don't understand. I don't understand why humans kill other humans. I don't understand calculus. I don't understand the two voices in my head who keep calling my name, calling for me to come back. I don't understand why we have to be so miserable. We. Who was that again? Oh, yeah. Me, Konan, and Nagato. But, there is one thing I do understand. No, better yet, there is one thing I know. Its that I'm not going to be another pain who haunts the conscience of my two best friends. They've suffered so much already. After all, If I'm going to be the god of this world, I can't die right now. Konan and Nagato. It's their voices in my head, isn't it? I'll force my eyes open. Can I do that? No, I can't. Maybe, if I follow the voices, they will lead me home. Home. Ha. I don't even know where that is. My own country is killing me. But, still. I want to open my eyes again. I just have to concentrate on their voices.
"...yahiko..."
I can hear them.
"Yahiko, no"
It's getting louder...
"YAHIKO PLEASE!"
That voice snaps at me, and snaps my eyes open, too. I try to breathe in, but it hurts so much. I don't want to breathe if it hurts so much, but if I wish to become the god of this world, I must learn to bear pain. To accept it. To contemplate it. To know it.(*)

My eyes clear. All I can see is blood. No. Thats... Thats... HAIR!

"NAGATO!" I cry out and grab him from the shoulders, still hurting to breathe.
I spin around and find konan on the other side of me with her mouth wide open and eyes filled with tears. I grab her and pull her into a tight hug. All the pain leaves me. She starts sobbing onto my shoulder and I'm on the verge of tears too, for no reason at all, except I'm just happy to be alive. Because all we have in these three lives combined is each other, and the pain we each carry. And to lose one of us is to lose everything.

"Yahiko, I thought you were gone...forever" Konan had stopped sobbing and was smiling, but tears were running down her face. (1)

"I'm not going to die. I told you already, I'm going to be the god of this world, and what kind of god dies before people even know who he is."

I let go of Konan and she sits down onto the dirt next to me. Nagato plops down next to her.

"You're still going on about that Yahiko? You aren't a child anymore." said Nagato, but every word he uttered sounded like his last. He was exhausted as much as I was, and it sounded like he was hurt.

Pain washes over me again, starting from the wound where Nagato, no, I impaled myself. From where the wound was , it seems that the kunai hit right under where my heart would have been.

"It looks like I stabbed you right under the heart. Finally a stroke of good luck." Nagato conversed lightly but seriously, trying to take the blame of my near death upon himself.

"Nagato don't you dare say that. You had nothing to do with what happened. I threw myself at you because I didn't want to make you pick between my and Konan. I couldn't let you bear that kind of pain."

"I'm sorry Yahiko."

"I told you Nagato, you have nothing to be sorry for."

I turn to face Nagato. What greets my eyes is unexpected. Nagato has spikes piercing outward from his back and his legs look burnt.

"Na...ga...to.. what... happened to you? What happened to all the ninja?"

"I've seen the true powers of the rinnegan. They say the Sage created peace using it, but how in the world can something like this bring peace!? How can jutsu be used for anything other than harm!?" Why would the sage teach something so harmful to humans in order to create peace?" Nagato was holding his head in his hands and was gripping his hair. "I killed so many. And do you know the worst part? I felt like they deserved it."

Konan replies to this.

"Nagato, I don't know or care what the sage did. But if you didn't do what you did, we would be dead. So, please, forgive yourself for are going to start the akatsuki over again, and we WILL bring peace to this world."

"But how?" replies Nagato. "how can we restart the akatsuki again; we can't get innocent people involved only to have them slaughtered again."

"We don't" I reply, and as the leader of the akatsuki, my decision is final. "The three of us are the akatsuki. We alone will bring forth a new dawn over this world."

"I'm sorry, Yahiko" Nagato says for the third time. "But, I can no longer walk. I'm crippled."

"Do you remember the two leaf ninja Jiraiya was with?" asks Konan.

"Of course," I answer.

"The woman happens to be one of the greatest medics of the century. We should go to the Leaf, and ask for her help. She wouldn't turn down two of her teammate's students, would she?"

"I second Konan," I say once again using my power as the leader of the three member akatsuki. "Nagato, what about you?"

Nagato thought for a moment. It was no secret that Konoha's recklessness had killed his parents.

"I could never forget the symbols marked on those headbands that killed my parents,(2) Each time Jiraiya put on his headband, I was filled with the pain of long ago. But Jiraiya was a great man who wore that headband, And it would be nice to meet him once again, too. I third Konan, as well."

"But how will nagato walk?"

"I could make a stretcher out of paper." Konan answered.

"I think I could alter gravity using the rinnegan to make myself lighter, as well. But, for now, I think we should dress our wounds, cut off these rods, eat, and sleep. We will leave in the morning.

"Yeah, I really could use some sleep, too." I say.

We eat and dress our wounds. We then crawl under a tree lit by moonlight and make ourselves as comfortable as possible. Nagato on the left, with his hands under his head, me in the middle with my head on a tree root, and Konan on the right, with her head somehow managing to land on my shoulder. Once again, the pain leaves me and I enjoy lying there with all I have on both my sides. I am almost afraid to fall asleep, because it feels like I might start dying again, but I need my sleep. I wonder if the Nagato and Konan are asleep yet. I look at Konan and see that she is asleep, but smiling. It seems quite strange, but I can understand why she would be smiling, after all that has happened. I start to smile, too, because I know that I'm not going to lose them, and they're not going to lose me. I feel myself succumbing to the reaper known as slumber. I'm going to enjoy every minute of it.

Shafts of sunlight beaming through my eyelids wake me up. I carefully get up, not to wake up Konan, And slip out from underneath her. Still, her smile seems to fade away. Nagato is already woken up, and is preparing breakfast to the best of his crippled abilities.

"Good morning" I say.

"Good morning"

We start dining on the leftover bread and fruit, saving some for Konan.

"I've always wante

d to see what a city as rich as the capital of a great nation would look like." he says.

To this I have no reply, because none is needed. He wants to see if the Konohagakure is anything like Amegakure, and if its people are like the violent ninja who killed his parents. But the ninja who killed his parents were not necessarily violent. People lose all their humanity in a war. Why is killing someone in a war justified while killing someone any other time called murder?

Konan wakes up at this moment.

"Good morning" she says.

We reply the same.

"Come and eat Konan", I say, "We leave as soon as we are finished eating."

We eat in near silence, and then we depart for Konoha, with Nagato on the paper stretcher.

A gentle rain starts to fall over the trio. At the Border of the country, the last standing ruined bridge that connects amegakure with the rest of the world, the one that overlooks the entire country in all of the glory it never had, Nagato sits up and turns to the country, as if addressing it.

"This country is crying for us, Yahiko, and its tears are red with blood."

CH1: END

AN:
(*):lol Irony
(1): Konan cries because she only becomes a badass after Yahiko dies. Yahiko never died, so she's not a badass.
(2):Nagato prejudices the entire hidden leaf for what happened to his parents. He can't remember the faces of the people who killed his parents, but he can remember the headbands.

Alright it's done. spent 3 hours straight last night writing this, and I'm sure it's filled with plotholes. The best I can do is proofread it. I can't wait until later chapters when they meet minato and fight 9tails together and stuff. Sorry if this fanfic has too many happy endings, but the real reason I'm writing it is to make the Ame Orphans' story more happy. But dammit, I feel like I'm forgetting something. Oh and remember how I said this chapter was going to be short? I lied.

Please Comment a review and remember, CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM ONLY
I write for the fanbase of naruto to be happy, not to be internet famous. Ok, maybe a little of both.

Until next time:
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