AN: To start of the idea spamming..I have plenty in mind with this one it's just making all of it make sense. I wanted to do a still very damaged but in a different way root member, and I figured truthfully if they were so secreted would they even know their own names and ages from before?

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Eimin meant eternal sleep.

It was a name given to her so that she could answer to something besides Ku. Nine. Suffering.

Danzo hadn't said anything else than to give it to her.

She of course, held no opinion on the matter of something like a name. Because she was part of Root.

Eimin had dark blue eyes and darker navy hair. She dressed in navy that was shy of black just like her hair because it was harder to spot than true black at night. Her days were a never ending void. It was her nights, when not on a mission, the adrenaline rush and thrill of completing what she was told the only joys she was permitted. It was when she curled up on her hard cot in the Root base that Eimin would retreat into her mind.

She was part Yamanaka. She knew that, because it was in her file. An experiment. That was in her file too. Though she had another few Yamanaka relatives in Root she did not know them well. They had been sent to learn from the others in their clan at certain times, brought in later so as to have their bloodline limits known. They actually looked like Yamanaka's. Her facial structure was far too delicate for that. Her hair too dark. Apparently the only sign of something her sire gave her.

Not Eimin, because no one was supposed to know she existed. Her mother was a Yamanaka, one of the first Danzo had ever trained in the method he wished for absolute obedience as one of his many 'assistants'. She'd had a ..interesting..mission. Danzo wanted to collect and perfect weapons, to create soldiers that were loyal to him and undefeated. He called these born and raised in and for Root his 'seeds'.

Eimin was considered a 'failure' in many ways as she could not use the Yamanaka skills, she apparently had not inherited the bloodlines from whomever her sire was either. Danzo was content with her loyalty and that from an early age number Nine had been unattatched and obedient as he had expected of her experiment.

She never let him know why because the first time the young girl had been brought to Root's underground base rather then one of the safe houses, before she was of age to even enter the academy she had been left with an older student already being trained.

Eimin may not have the traditional Yamanaka gifts but they were warped, evolved, in her. She was always lightly brushing another's mind and they never noticed. She was just an observer. It had made her too smart, too wise for her age. It was why she had been brought to root young before even going to meet her peers. To be kept further in secret. As if she'd never existed above ground. The first student she had ever met had just been about to graduate. She'd copied his mental patterns, the emotional conditioning and obedience and held them tight to the forefront of her mind.

The constant exposure as she stayed there to more students who were already heavily into the program allowed Eimin to draw a blanket over her own mind and hide in plain sight. By the time she was actually beginning the true conditioning as opposed to the learning of obedience and basic skills she had carefully fractured her mind in two. She could switch between them easily. There were draw backs of course, one part of Eimin would stay stunted in her growth, still a child in her emotions and behaviors. The other, however, despite being a 'failure' had bloomed into one of Danzo's favorites. Enough to be granted a name so she could start being shown at times, one of the rare few chosen who would some day enter Anbu and gather information on all the Hokage and his agents did to report to Danzo. Doubtlessly one day given the missions to try and 'catch' attention of those with bloodlines and bear more seeds for root to grow.

Eimin's life had been a series of void and over abundance, fracturing her person even further until she privately identified as caught between. Because she had done the initial separation herself perhaps it was not so hard to deal with.

Kneeling before Danzo, cloaked in a hood to help hide the long ponytail of dark hair, she waited. Danzo liked his power plays, and skimming his thoughts as she did she could minutely adjust herself in infinitely small ways to keep him happy.

She was one of the most lethal to spar with. If Eimin could touch you, you died or were unconscious at best. She'd developed a bastardized version of the mind body jutsu that instead yanked the opponents mind out into a loss of control over their bodies while letting her make a copy to examine key things later, let her rip information from them, and then they collapsed as if in a coma where she could slit a throat on the way down. Everyone else thought it was a sort of paralysis jutsu, even if she used it on them. She let them think that. The shock to the mind always sent it under to recover but it was so draining she hated using it. She would have to analyze all the data far later as well so as not to give a hint of what it really did. Instead she'd been forced to learn medical ninjutsu, not to heal but to harm. There was often need for a medic nin to follow an anbu team and that was what Danzo wanted of her. His perfect little servant, who if need be could paralyze or put under her team. To blame it on others.

Eimin knew she shouldn't feel covered in filth, like she couldn't wash the stench of death off her body. But all she could do was fake the detatchment she shouldn't feel and wrap herself in the surface thoughts of others. The pleasant thing was when exposed to many, it just became a buzz of white noise. So Eimin liked crowds, because sometimes it was the only way to get silence.

Being alone, surrounded.

Kneeling and silent she waited. His surface thoughts -and most peoples- were the lightest, mostly useless outside of battle. He was content, smug. Proud, certain he had found a way to integrate her in. There was a number of Anbu that would be compiled, taking a test. Hattake had recently escaped warning of the attempted takeover and assassination of some of her fellows on the Hokage (failed) and Root was 'officially' disbanded. An easy time to slide Eimin in.

Eimin was young, a prodigy thanks to her mind. All of Root was but she was younger. Enough that she wouldn't be so suspicious. Shouldn't be so well trained and loyal. Ironically a few years back Eimin's detachment training had been lessened, she could fake being reserved but somewhat normal. It made hiding easier when she did not need to do so fully.

"You will have no written reports, no such contact. If I wish to seek you out I shall. You are to not seek or contact any other from Root or give any indication you know of me besides occasional references to my person. You have completed the fight training but only just begun the emotionless and detachment. Of your loyalty you shall always claim Konoha. Konoha before all else. Repeat."

"I serve Konoha and only Konoha."

"Your rank."

"Undetermined. Trained for Anbu."

"Your name."

"Eimin."

"Family name?"

"I am an orphan. My family is Konoha."

Danzo hummed and walked around her. The form did not move, Eimin kept her eyes low, barely breathing so she could hold perfectly still. It was a predators stillness. At any moment Danzo could issue a command and she would obey. It was a pity Sarutobi had determined to absolve Root as far as he knew, because the greatness that this tool of his could have aspired to was immense. Still, to have a seemingly nobody with great skill, medic nin plenty capable for the field if not the hospital..in place to use as needed. To gather and await the harvest of information. Not to mention the chance of the occasional seduction of a teammate to take the edge off a mission when she was older.

He knew Hattake would end up in his own layers of Anbu again, likely leading. Much of Anbu would scatter into new cells, new groups. Eimin would slide in and blend, and with any luck and work she would become a lynch pin. She could pretend to keep her emotions well enough, but then it was something of a girl's touch he supposed. Danzo had always disdained how emotional the feminine variety of Root was, took longer to train obedience for all they were utterly ruthless when directed. In this, that touch of emotion would be useful.

"Your age"

"Assumed between eight and twelve, Danzo-sama."

"Assumed?"

"I am an orphan. I am unknown. Does it matter?" her words were soft, serious and monotone. It would do.

"When shall you contact me?"

"Never."

"When shall I contact you?"

"I do not understand."

Danzo chuckled as her answer was flawless. Of course she didn't understand, in her mind the idea was simply not possible as he had stated she would not know. Yes, his weapon was ready.

"You shall attempt to emulate the lesser shinobi outside of missions. Develop a facade of likes and dislikes. Become unnoticeable."

Eimin bowed her head.

"Report with the others to the Anbu trials. Dismissed."

There was no word of acknowledgment. She was gone.