A/N: Da-da-dah; here's another story for anyone that cares. I couldn't decide on just one character to write it about, so you get this! And...does anyone even check under such a general tag? Huh, I guess I'm going to find out. xD
There's a house that sits just on the edge of Konoha, where no one likes to go. It's all stone and brick and victorian era, with three stories and an attic. A small porch sticks off of the front of the house, and there's a white-wood swing hanging there, a path that's lined with flowers; red, blue, yellow, and pink. The path leads down to the road, which is dirt and curving and almost never driven on.
Right off to the side of this road sits a mailbox. The tin is dented, and it's dark blue paint is rusted and in desperate need of a second coat. On the side of the mailbox is a plaque, white and simple, with two words written on it.
Konan Akatsuki.
She owns this house and, at one point in time, she was a very popular woman among the town of Konoha. Years ago, she owned a flower shop - and then one day, out of no where, a 'CLOSED' sign was hung and she moved, away from town and the hustle and bustle of neighbors, and out to here, on the very edge of the forest, where she opened a new business.
Except it isn't really a business, because she doesn't make money off of it. Houseing these children...It's not a job for her, but just life - and the people in town don't understand that, can't understand that, and so they slap the label of "freak" on her just as easily as they do on her children.
Isn't that life, though?
This house, Konan's house, looks peaceful on the outside. It matches the appearance of the woman who owns it. Quaint and unassuming, yet beautiful all the same.
A complete opposite of the inside, which is loud and bustling and always moving, always changing, never stopping. And so very, very different from everything that the rest of the town is used too.
So, like all new things and strange things, they fear it.
Those children, who have all taken the name of Akatsuki as their own.