This is my first time writing a fan fiction. I just thought that I should let everybody know that. If anyone thinks any one if out of character or any else is funny. I will try to fix it. :)

Anyways, I hope this story will be enjoyable for anyone that is reading this. :)

It was a uneventful day. Or as uneventful day as it can get for a missing nin. It was rather sunny. Some people are very fond of this weather but not Mai. She always loved the clouds, mist and rain. All the sun gives me is headaches and sunburns, while water on the other hand gives life.

On the other hand, without the sun, everything would rot and die. Well, everything needs a balance.

As Mai ran through the unused trail: the color of the forest, the smell of leaves, earth and the wind made is easier for her to remember what had happened yesterday.

Yesterday, several missing nins from an organization she had previously worked for, had attacked her: Mai snorted to herself.

'Serves them right for saying that women were meant to be in the kitchen.'

If there was anything she hated, it was people underestimating her or women in general.

Still, she ended up using her Kekkei Genkai, and that itself took more than the average amount of chakra.

Mai knew that if someone attacked her, she would have made many fatal mistakes that would lead her demise.

'What is this feeling...'

Mai was sure there was nobody behind her a moment ago, till now.

I even took the small trail that is very hard to see for Kami's sake! To make it worse, the chakra seems very strong: This will be a tough fight. Sigh... let's see who it is.

"Are you Mai of the Hidden Mist?"

She had heard this line one too many times: most of time it ended up with her tired and grumpy.

"Indeed I am. Who are you and what is it you want."

As she said this, she slowly turned around. She slowly reached into her weapon pouch: pulling out her fan. Then she took a glance at the owner of the voice.

The said owner of the voice had...

'Ginger hair and multiple piercings.'

"I am Pain, I am God. My business with you is simple. I would like you to consider becoming a informant of for my organization, Akatsuki."

Then she took a good look at "Pain".

While her first thought of him was of interest rather than fear or awe, that thought of interest vanished quickly.

'It can't be: those eyes... the Rinnegan.'

She knew what those purple, ripple patterned eye were. Her master taught her all of his knowledge about the ninja world. He taught her what the 3 main doujutsu: Sharingan, Byagugan and Rinnegan, yet...

He could taught me how to read...

At this thought she scowled.

This is not the first time Mai have been offered the position as an informant for a organization. It was, however, the first time she heard someone call them self God.

Mai thought about it. She decided there was no way someone would say it seriously and be crazy.

'Then again, Uchiha Itachi was the prodigy of his clan and one of the most promising shinobis. Everyone knows how that turned out.'

Even if she did join this "Akatsuki" organization, she would have to hide her claustrophobia and most of all: her reading skills. Remembering the last time she was locked in.

It wasn't pretty, at all.

The entire hide out: or what remained of it: was smoldered with the smell of acid. That was probably the main reason of the attack yesterday.

Even if she did fight this "Pain", she would be left for dead.

"All right. I'm willing to listen. Say what you want quickly."

Through his face remains impassive, his Rinnegan seems to radiate irritation. For the very few times in 2 years, she felt very intimidated. It was a emotion that was thought to be long gone, it was still there.

Mai intended this to be the last time.

"You will listen carefully. I will tell what you need to know, and try to think of your answer quickly."

The hidden threat is very clear. Listen or else...

"I understand."

"Good, let's get started."

'So much for my travels. Sorry master, I won't be able to continue your reputation as a person with no ties. This "Akatsuki" organization intrigues me. It wouldn't hurt to see what they are about, right?'

It was the start of something that was beyond her imagination.

The ending was no fairy tale either.