Chapter 1

Um... here it goes... eyes shut and crosses fingers

Chapter 1

"Well?" Madara asked.

Konan looked at Pein and her eyes widened in shock when she saw the look of raw determination in his eyes. He was going to accept! Konan looked frantically from Madara to Pein in panic. Pein began to step forward when he was stopped as Konan frantically grasped his hand and halted him. His head turned in her direction, and his eyes narrowed, boring into her; those beautiful, rippling eyes of her friend. She almost called him Nagato then, but suddenly remembered that it wasn't he who stood before her now, looking into her eyes.

"Pein…" she said his name, and in doing so, expressed all her concerns. His eyes softened with understanding. He placed his hand softly on her shoulder and smiled at her. Konan's eyes began to water and her breath hitched in her throat. It was Yahiko this time, his smile; the same smile that never let her give up, that helped her through, the smile that gave her encouragement. His rippled eyes looked into her; Nagato's eyes. Nagato and she had always been together through everything. It was those and that smile that she trusted everything to; they that made her know that she was safe, and that nothing bad would happen.

Pein was her two special people combined into one, and she could trust him. When she looked at him, she saw that Yahiko and Nagato were there, and that they would protect her. Konan shut her eyes peacefully and nodded. She let go of his hand and his smile vanished as he turned back to Madara.

"We accept. We will join Akatsuki."

Konan sat on her new bed and stared blankly at the article of clothing in front of her.

'…black with red clouds…how odd.' She thought.

She looked above the cloak where another item sat and slightly sweat dropped.

'The hat is even weirder,' she shrugged, 'but I don't really care that much.'

She decided to ignore the strange uniform and put it on anyways. She went out of the building and into the rain she was used to, to hopefully find a spot where she could think and sort out her scrambled mind.

She walked aimlessly through the unfamiliar balconies and stairways that wrapped around the tall industrious looking building, looking for the perfect spot. Soon enough she was drenched, but she didn't really mind. She was used to it.

As Konan approached a nearby corner that turned off the stairway she was currently ascending and onto another balcony, she halted suddenly as the sound of a sickening crunching met her ears. Her survival instinct obtained over many years took over and she immediately pressed her back against the wall, hiding in the shadows. She had her head turned, looking towards the corner, until a movement of color came into her peripheral vision. She looked down and her eyes widened as she saw deep red liquid, flowing down the stairs along with the rain water.

Blood

She looked back towards the corner, and, as quietly as possible, inched her way along the wall to the corner, her heart pounding faster and faster all the way. The crunching noise grew louder and she finally was able to peek around to see what was going on.

She grew a look of horror at what she saw. In the light she had, she could still make out what was there. There was a figure hunched over about seven feet away from her, but they had some sort of strange structure on their head, which looked just like a Venus Fly Trap. The figure was in ragged clothes and had in its hands a dead, bloody body.

The figure was eating it. Suddenly the figure stopped and raised its head suddenlyh. In a flash they both pulled had pulled out a kunai and stood before each other in a defensive position. Konan was once again bewildered when she saw the figures face. It was apparent he was male, appearing to be a little older than her. He had green colored hair and half of his face was white, and the other black, but what she paid the most attention to was his eyes. They were a bright yellow and pupil-less. Those eyes looked directly back into her navy blue ones and it felt as though he was exploring her; reading her thoughts, personality, and every aspect of who she was, and it sent unpleasant shivers down her back, yet she couldn't seem to look away.

Then his eyes finally left hers and skimmed her over. They widened slightly when he noticed her cloak. They then narrowed and snapped back up to hers once more.

You are a member?" he asked. His voice was smooth yet somehow frighteningly menacing.

Konan glared at him. "Yes, why?" she questioned suspicious of his intentions.

The man smirked and stepped aside revealing a piece of clothing on the floor; a black cloak with red clouds. He then held up one blood-splattered hand, revealing a special type of ring that apparently only the Akatsuki had, which was almost identical to hers but with the kanji for "boar" encrypted on it instead of her own which held the character for "white". The man chuckled deeply at her amusing expressions and Konan was surprised to hear a different sound from before. Unlike the prior voice, the one emitting from the stranger now was slightly raspy and deeper.

"Hehe… I guess this means we're allies, huh?" the new voice questioned. Konan slowly nodded, looking at him suspiciously, and they both hesitantly lowered their guards and put their kunai away. Konan looked at the ground, still avoiding the half-eaten, unfortunate, dead human on the ground.

"Uh…" she started nervously, "I'm Konan… I guess it's nice to meet you, um…?"

"Zetsu" he confirmed.

"Zetsu," she repeated, "That's… a nice name?"

Zetsu's eyes narrowed, staring at her unnervingly, and she shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "A nice name", was that a… compliment? Zetsu was shocked, he'd never received once before, and he didn't really know how to react.

"Um… maybe?" he replied, unsure of himself. Why was this girl being so civil to him?

Queue the awkward silence.

"Well… I was just coming through here… so…" Konan started.

Zetsu look down, bewildered, and nodded. He then stood to the side to let her pass. Konan then stepped forward, over the body, and passed him to go on. Zetsu stared after her, eyes wide.

Konan rounded the next corner, grateful to have his eyes off of her. She shook off the disturbing scene she had just witnessed and kept walking. Soon enough she was on the highest level on the opposite side of the building. She stepped over onto the balcony there and her breath hitched in her throat.

There you could see the rain pour onto the entire village, and the few silver streams of moonlight that managed to penetrate the thick, dark clouds made everything they touched give off a ghostly glow and shined beautifully on the water. You could also see the dark, thick, swampy forest far outside the village, and the underwater plains in between. She walked, gazing around, over to the edge and sat down, staring out into the inexplicable beauty of the darkened, rainy village she so loved and detested, and was completely unaware of the two yellow, pupil-less eyes staring down at her from a stairway above.

Zetsu looked upon the girl in unending bewilderment. She didn't seem to be fearful, or hateful, or disgusted by him. She had even… complimented him? Never had he received such a thing in his life, and it left a strange, alien feeling in his heart to manifest itself inside him.

He could not recognize it. It was like a strong… longing. He placed his hand over his heart and clutched his chest. It was wonderful and painful at the same time. It was hard to breathe. His heart would speed up whenever he looked at her, and it nearly stopped every time their eyes met; when he looked into her navy pools, and into her sweet soul.

Why?!

Why did he feel like this?! What was it?! He wanted something; needed something, but what?! Why did she trigger it?! His eyes watched her every move. He saw her chest rise and fall as she breathed; saw how she would occasionally shift into a more comfortable position; saw the way the moonlight would fall onto her paper white skin and make her emit a heavenly glow; he saw as she raised her head to look at the sky, and the light gleamed in her eyes of beautiful, dark waters.

He then understood…

He wanted her…

And he would have her… someday…

Konan leaned back on her hands, and looked into the dark, crying sky and sighed. What had she and Pein gotten into? She was still somewhat unsure about the whole thing, but this was Pein, and she knew she could trust him. He would do nothing but the best for them, right?

Konan shook the thought out of her head; Right? How could she be questioning him like that?

No!

Pein knew best! There was no reason to doubt him! 'Ok, so end of story. I will not doubt him. It's simply ridiculous.' She thought.

She then became aware of a strange uneasy feeling coursing through her. She felt as though… she was being watched! She snapped her head around, looking for anybody that could be there, but she saw no one.

She decided to stay, but keep her senses open. Unfortunately, as the time slowly went by, drowsiness began to overcome her, her eyelids suddenly began to feel very heavy, and her mind began to drift away into the dark. Her common sense screamed at her to remain awake, that it was unsafe; she was leaving herself venerable! Eventually her body won the argument and she eventually slumped to the ground in a deep sleep.

Zetsu had watched her, anxiously, as her body language began to show signs of her exhaustion, and as she finally lay on the ground, asleep, he then departed from his spot and walked towards her sleeping form. He crouched down and gathered her up and cradled her in his arms. He smiled down at her beautiful face and let his hands run through the girl's hair. He found it fascinating. It was the most amazingly soft and smooth substance his sense of touch had ever had the pleasure of feeling.

She shivered slightly from the cold and he held her close to him, sheltering her protectively and possessively. He admired how her wet, small, and shivering body made her look so fragile and easy to break; like a porcelain doll. He loved it. He smirked at the thought of how she was so venerable and how she could so easily be killed right now, but she was here in his arms. Her very life was in his hands. It was exhilarating. She was like a doll.

She shivered again and he decided that it was best if she were inside. He stood up and carried her into the building, bridal style. He stretched out his chakra to look signatures of someone in a room they were, or previously were in, and he found hers in a room not too far away. He carried her through the winding halls and eventually made it to his destination.

Once inside the room, he laid her on the bed and began to search her room for some sort of nightwear, and eventually found some. He made his way back over to the bed. With shaking hands he carefully redressed her. Once his work was complete, he tucked her under the blanket and look at her adoringly one last time, before her merged with the wall, departing, and leaving his beauty to sleep.

Well, there's the first chapter. I hope you liked it. I'm a newbie at this stuff and I want you to show no mercy, okay? sigh Well, I'm really sorry if I suck. I don't even know how this strange idea for a story even popped into my head, but it wouldn't leave me alone! . Oh well... I'm not going to yell at you to review or anything, just do it if you feel like it. I don't mind. Anyways, bye!