Chapter 2

Last entry I started telling you about my past, I should finish off telling you now. I would have written to you again earlier but I have had a couple of missions from Pain senpai which were all a success so that means a couple of points for me.

Anyway back to the tests. They members had each set up an individual test with the exception of Tobi. Hidan's test was first, I was told to try and not get caught in his jutsu- that was my only instruction. So out came Hidan with that three toothed scythe thing, I'd never seen his jutsu or techniques plus I only knew some basic substitution, transformation and a couple of other basic jutsu although there was my clans kekkei genkai to fall back on but that carried a big risk – then again what did I have to lose.

Hidan controlled the scythe with tremendous power and accuracy dodging it was taking too much of my chakra I only had a very small limited amount I had only started training less than a year ago. That was when it happened the third blade caught my back scraping away a line of flesh at the bottom of my back I let out a cry of pain, a small puddle of my blood splattered on the stone underneath me. I knew I had to get back up though I was fighting for my life this was my chance to survive – there was no way I could live on my own.

Unfortunately I had apparently failed, it's not hard to realise it when all you can do is hear Hidan screaming about me failing and sacrificing me to Lord Jashin. I broke down the purple liquid of the floor soaking up in the rags I was calling clothes.

Being a pure Akane our kekkei genkai is different to other clans, we were literally poison. One drop of our peculiar deep violet coloured blood from my brother Torao could kill a shinobi in a maximum of three days, my sister Kimiko used other methods – like a kiss, no ninja I know of had ever survived after that. I trained hard to be like them they would tell us the stronger we were the more deadly and controllable the poison inside of us would be. I started training with my family early and was soon regarded as a prodigy although that was when it happened; our small town was surrounded by fire, waterfall and was on the edge of the hidden grass village but had been made into a town on its own right meaning we weren't under any other countries control.

Our town was also pure shinobi, meaning all children grew to be shinobi as the generation before; this made us a powerful force especially with our clans kekkei genkai and other jutsu skills- even when put at a disadvantage by our small numbers. It seemed that other countries began to notice this and we were on the receiving end of many battles. I was born in the midst of these battles; it was hard on the whole town including my family. Still though we got on with our lives, train hard, play hard, fight hard. That was the Akane way.

The day the town was destroyed I had been sent out on another mission by my farther I was skilled for my age and it was only a simple mission to deliver some documents. Nothing too hard besides it was too much risk leaving the town with even less of the older more experienced ninja. I returned from my mission only a day later- the things I saw on that day changed me. There were still many ninja from other regions in my town checking the homes for valuables and anyone living it was a holocaust. I hadn't been spotted until I made the stupid decision to find my family, I couldn't believe they were dead- they couldn't be. I wandered into the wreck of what I used to call my home where i was spotted by three Konoha ninja and two Suna ninja. I remember the faces of the ninja that killed my town – it's not something you can forgive.

After being spotted I remember the grey haired Konoha ninja telling them to catch me, not to let me escape. I remember that gen jutsu specialist with the crimson eyes being behind me blocking my get away but I spat the poison at her and hoped she would fall. Luckily for my sake she did. She was paralyzed even if for only a few seconds it was enough time for the adrenalin to kick in and give me chance to run. I noticed the Suna ninja were son following me but dropped back when I entered the forest snickering about how a Akane brat wouldn't survive on my own.

After running for hours I finally began to slow down, I was encountered a few times by a few ninja from Iwagakure and Konoha so I was once again forced to run for my life. It seemed most nations wanted us dead, seemed we had become too much of a threat. I came to realise a hatred for other nations I had been surrounded by wars from my birth. The last part of my past was jumping into that river, I was once again being chased by some ninja travelling to Suna – I assumed all most shinobi had been told if they could to kill the last Akane.

That is the story of my past, I'll finish telling you about my acceptance into Akatsuki the next time i write to you but at the moment I've just been given another mission my Pain senpai. It's a small assassination so i should be able to write back in a couple of days.

x

Tsukiko