Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto,Masashi Kishimoto does.I only own Nagareboshi Aitoshuu(OC character),Neko and Yuuichi belong to my two friends.
Note: I purposely spell SasGAY in my Naruto stories. Yes, I hate that jerk SO MUCH that I refuse to spell his name correctly.
Another Note: Warning! Manga spoilers within! Please refer to for more info.
Memoirs of a Jinchuuriki…
Chapter 1:
"Freaks of nature." "Abominations." Call us what you please, but I am proud in the fact that I am a Jinchuuriki. My friends Yuuichi Kamikaze and Neko Furmina aren't too shy about this fact, either. But Jinchuuriki or not, all of us are kunoichi. However, our families and village elders never thought of us too kindly, despite our devotion to protecting their goddamn lives. One of the only shinobi, or people for that matter, that really got us was Lady Hokage Tsunade herself, and her assistant Shizune, of course.
"I know that our villages have never really gotten along, but we must forget about the past that tears us apart.," she had said.
All three of us were completely different: Yuuichi was from Kumogakure, Neko from Takigakure, and I, Nagareboshi Aitoshuu, hailed from Iwagakure. Three completely different villages and you get three completely different kunoichi. Yet, as corny as it sounds, I felt like the three of us were like sisters. But honestly, when you grow up in a snooty, loveless family like me, it's rather hard to make friends.
"But I can truly say that all three of you have talents that can not only help Konohagakure, but also the rest of the shinobi world out there.," Tsunade smiled.
Remembering that fateful day…when my 14-year-old self walked into the Hokage's office to find her two future best friends, to me, it almost seemed like destiny. The three of us were in awe at Tsunade's compliment: us? Talented? We could actually help people? From that day forward, we held onto those words, just begging for more praises of approval. Of course, hard and long training was needed, but hey, we can handle that too!
Now, fast forward our lives about three years into the future: we're at the top of our game with a secret, S-ranked rescue mission. Not to mention our pay, but think of how excited we were! Three 17-year-old chuunin on an S-ranked mission? People like Kakashi Hatake or Jiraiya won't believe us once we get back.
…Problem is, we never came back…
"I've got this Jinchuuriki, hm!," the damned Akatsuki member that I fought held my dainty wrists behind my back and pushed me forward to show his fellow criminal brethren.
"Let go of me!," I screamed, despite the trickling blood at the corner of my mouth.
"Why can't you get your Jinchuuriki to shut up, Deidara?," I recognized the other Akatsuki present was none other than Kisame Hoshigaki of the Hidden Mist. Hm, so this punk's name is Deidara?
"Try to avoid getting lava spat in your face, then talk to me.," Deidara retorted. I smirked, his explosives were no use against my lava jutsu. Ah, a good glob of lava in his face would've been nice to see. Turning my head, Yuuichi stayed silent, staring at her feet in the arms of another Akatsuki, Itachi Uchiha. Neko was in a similar scenario with a metal tail coated in poison coiled around her waist. The Akatsuki member holding her hostage was one that I didn't recognize, but I couldn't help but feel uneasy with that dreaded poison that he could use. As the team medic, I'd better make a note of that.
All three of us were dragged back to one of their hideouts by our respective kidnapers. It was a cave with a rather complicated-looking seal on the boulder that blocked its entrance. Perhaps I could escape! As we approached the hideout, I could feel my captor's grip loosening, and I was ready to flee when he put a chakra seal on my back. Ugh, I didn't know that he could be so deceiving, even for an Akatsuki!
"What, hm? Thought that you could actually escape?," his words were like venom to my ears.
"Perhaps, but what if I did?," I retorted, staring him down. "Dying in my escape would be better than working with people like you for the rest of my life."
"Deidara, don't bother with her. Leader-sama needs to talk to us now.," the calm Uchiha interrupted our conversation, making my captor scowl at me as he retreated into the hideout, leaving my friends and I with Kisame.
Before heading into the hideout, Kisame had the three of us tied to three separate trees outside, of course with chakra seals. Oh no, the Akatsuki wouldn't be able to handle three rampant Jinchuuriki.
"You know that you're lucky to be alive.," he said to me as he was almost done tying me up.
"How so? You people are forcing the three of us to betray our villages and families, and for what?," I spat back. "I'd rather die than live as a traitor."
"Or would you rather live with people always talking behind your back, calling you a freak? Trust me kid, I've been there, done that.," he retorted, giving my knot a final tug. Ouch.
But I did have to admit, I held some respect for Kisame Hoshigaki after that day. He of all people, the "Monster of the Hidden Mist" would understand being called a freak. I was unable to give him a proper apology for my insolence since my fellow Jinchuuriki and I were separated and put into the care of three other Akatsuki members.
"My name's Hidan, and that's all you'll ever need to know, got it bitch?," my foul-mouthed Akatsuki caretaker introduced himself. "Hey, are you going to say something? Or should I call you "bitch," rather than your real name?"
I slowly raised my head to the Akatsuki. "After being starved and left alone in a dark cave that you call a hideout, …what the hell do you want me to say?," I retorted. Their so-called Leader-sama had demanded to actually, physically see us Jinchuuriki during one of their meetings, then practically abandoned once it had ended. Seriously, how long did these lunatics think that we could survive without food, water, or even natural daylight?
"Hmph, how do you think I feel? I came out of this reeeaallly tiring battle where I almost got my head chopped off, just to come and fucking get you.," Hidan replied.
"Well, I'm sorry that you chose to become a criminal and have to kill everything in sight.," I said, only to be cut off with his three-bladed sythe at my throat.
"Now fucking listen to me, bitch.," he glared. "I would've already killed your sorry ass if Leader-sama didn't want you to live, got it?"
I hung my head low, "Yes…"
"Now that's better."
Over the next two and a half years, I served as Hidan's underling. At first, it was just torture, literally. He had this 'thing' for some god or deity that he calls Jashin, and it was annoying. Whether it was absurd chanting at the most ungodly hours of the night, or asking me to find a religious sacrifice, life with Hidan was weird to say the least.
He would suggest from time to time that I learn to relax through prayer. After a good few months, I finally took his advice. We had to take yet another stop on one of our missions for Hidan to pray/ cut himself/ God-knows-what.
"C'mon, the sooner we get this done, the better.," I complained, akimbo (hand(s) on hips, elbow(s) outward).
"This is the last fucking time I'll make us stop, alright?," Hidan retorted, deciding to take a seat under the shade of a nearby tree.
Beginning his prayers like always, I stood there, tapping my right foot impatiently.
"Would you excuse me?," Hidan glared at me. "Maybe you should pray, rather than just fucking stand there! Perhaps I'll even ask Jashin to forgive you for your rudeness."
"Fine.," I finally gave in.
Before taking a seat in the grass, I tied back my long black hair in a bun, it was already dripping with small beads of sweat from our walking. I then folded my hands and closed my eyes. Say, this wasn't so bad after all! For once, Hidan was quiet, in fact, everything was quiet except for the whistling in the wind. I was left to nothing but my thoughts, intentions, and wishes. Reflecting on them, I found some sort of awkward refuge. I actually felt-
"Hey! Sleepy-bitch!," Hidan yelled.
My dark blue eyes opened to find his purple ones glaring back at me accusingly.
"For once, I'm the one telling you to hurry up, who would've thought?," he boasted.
"Eh, shut up.," I retorted, getting up.
Despite the giant, masochistic asshole he is, I had to thank Hidan for showing me just how relaxing prayer can be. Knowing I owed him this much, it only made our good-byes even more awkward than they had to be. I had just recently turned nineteen when we received word that I was supposed to be passed onto the care of another Akatsuki. By now, I could admit that I was a bit saddened by this news. What Hidan thought of this?... Well, I'll never really know…
"So you're going to that other kid in Akatsuki…," Hidan said, still looking over the note that Leader-sama had sent us.
"Who?," I asked.
"Um…Dei…Deidara! Yeah, that's his name…," Hidan pondered the Akatsuki's identity for a moment before he remembered it.
"Oh…," my heart sank. This was the same Akatsuki that had captured me. "Just to think that I'll be listening to his goddamn voice, seeing his goddamn face, and having to work with him every goddamn day..."
"Whoa, I didn't know that you had such a huge fucking potty-mouth, Nagareboshi!," Hidan laughed.
"Well, so what?," I felt my cheeks flush pink. "Don't think that I'm getting it from you, it's just that…" My hands at my sides balled up into fists.
"Ah, I'm gonna miss you, kid.," Hidan put a hand on my shoulder, before taking his leave.
"Hey! I'm not a kid! I'm nineteen, for Jashin's sake!," I yelled back. "Hey! Hidan!"
"What do you want now?," he turned back, a bit annoyed. "I gotta go fucking meet up with someone new too, you know!"
"…Never mind, it's nothing. Just…good luck, Hidan. Take care, and all those formalities.," I turned away.
"Yo, wait up Nagareboshi!," he ran over.
Wait, did he just call me by my real name? Not 'bitch,' 'kid,' or 'hey you!' I turned back to face Hidan, only to find that we were literally a breath away from each other. Talk about awkward.
"Give that kid Deidara hell for me, O.K.?," Hidan smirked.
"Hell yeah."
That was the last I ever heard of or from Hidan.
Working with Deidara was not what I had expected it to be.
"So you're my new underling?," was how he had greeted me.
Before replying, I bit my tongue to ensure that a rude retort wouldn't escape my lips. "Yes. I'm Nagareboshi Aitoshuu."
"Hm, could be worse.," Deidara continued to glare at me with great intensity, almost like he was examining me. "There's no way that you could be that Jinchuuriki-"
"Well, I am, and so what? I haven't attempted to kill you as of yet, so consider yourself lucky.," I spat back at him.
"Ah, you haven't changed a bit.," he smirked. "As much as I would like to stay, I've got another Jinchuuriki to catch." He slipped on a straw hat that concealed most of his face.
"Which one? You can't mean the Shukaku, right?," I asked.
"What? You obviously don't have much faith in me, don't you?," Deidara retorted, then took his leave.
I was ecstatic when I found out that Neko was reassigned as the underling of Deidara's partner, Sasori No Akasuna.
"Nagareboshi?," she asked, her chocolate brown eyes widening.
"Long time, no see Neko.," I smiled.
"So, two and a half years…only so much could change.," Neko sighed.
Ah, her tone was rather dark, that's new, "Indeed, but we've made it, right?"
"Nagareboshi, I can't say that I don't look at the shinobi world through the same eyes anymore-"
"What do you mean? Neko, this isn't like you-!"
"Do I need to say it out loud? I don't care anymore!," she yelled, her brown eyes reverting to a blood red. This wasn't a good sign. After years of working beside Neko, I knew that those red eyes were a warning of her inner demon trying to break out, literally. Panting, Neko buried her face in her hands, "I'm so sorry…"
Putting a hand on her shoulder, I tried sympathizing with her, "It's alright…"
"I don't know, Nagareboshi, I can't help it!," Neko said. "How can I carry on as an Akatsuki underling when I don't care about being a kunoichi anymore?"
"Hm…that is quite a predicament.," I replied.
"You don't understand…," Neko continued on rambling.
Sighing, I couldn't console my friend. I honestly also couldn't say that I even felt sorry for her. Was this the Neko that I worked alongside with for all these years? No. She had definitely changed a great deal from the last time we met, it was almost she had become a different person. This was a kunoichi who's lost her will to go on. Despite the fact that Neko is my friend, this was no time to be sympathizing with her.
"Goodbye, Neko.," I turned to walk away.
"Nagareboshi, wait-!," Neko called out to me, but in turning back, I knew that I would only be holding myself back. There was no way I was going to end up in a rut like that.
I had to remember that I have to make sure that the Akatsuki don't break my spirit, to continue living life as a kunoichi, no matter the consequences… or the people that I'll have to leave behind.
A few days after my little reunion with Neko, Deidara was having a bit of a problem with handling a certain Jinchuuriki and his sensei. Naruto and his band of Konoha ninja had come to retrieve Gaara. It was rather disappointing to me to know that Naruto continues to let his emotions get the better of him.
I caught sight of Deidara flying directly above me, with Kakashi Hatake and Naruto close behind. Throwing a couple of explosive tags at them, I joined my Akatsuki superior.
"What the hell have you been doing?," I screamed at the sight of his missing arm.
"It's none of your business, I'll explain later once we get this Jinchuuriki-"
"Are you crazy? Even with me around, add Kakashi into the mix and we're outmatched unless Sasori or Neko come to help us.," I protested. "We need to lose them first."
"If you insist…," Deidara reluctantly said, not wanting to go back without Naruto.
"I distract them while you fly us out of here!," I declared, preparing my lava jutsu. "Youton:-!"
"Stop!," Deidara interrupted me.
"What? I told you that I was going to distract them-!"
"And have me just let you do all the work?," Deidara glared at me. Ugh, he did have a point. "When I get the explosive ready, you better hold onto me, unless you plan to be part of my 'art.'"
"Hmph, being blown up to bits is your idea of art? I beg to differ.," I retorted, proceeding to spit out lava in Kakashi and Naruto's direction. However, they were too quick for me, letting the lava fall into the river below. A great deal of steam formed as a result. "Perfect!"
"What the hell are you doing?," Deidara yelled. "I can't see them now, you idiot!"
"But neither can they.," I replied. "Is that explosive ready yet?"
He pulled me in close with his one arm, "Yeah, now don't let go of me!"
"What if I plan on dying today?," I sarcastically replied.
"Shut up, hm.," he retorted, setting off the explosive and jumped off his clay bird.
I closed my eyes, bracing for the worst.
Luckily we landed somewhere in the forest that was on the river's bank, but also on top of each other…
"What the-?," my eyes slowly opened after the explosion, my Akatsuki superior not too far away from my face. Panting, I sat up, totally undermining his painful groaning.
"Ugh, you're a medic, right?," Deidara asked.
"Sure, but how the hell am I going to replace an entire arm?," I retorted.
"Listen, you used to find religious sacrifices for Hidan, and as a medic, you're telling me that you can't find an arm?," he yelled.
"And what? Kill someone for one limb? At least Hidan used the whole body…," I replied.
"O.K., even I'm not that cruel, alright?," Deidara said. "Just get me back to the base, Kakuzu said that he would have an arm ready. You can heal me there."
"Alright, but let me help you up first.," I had to practically carry an Akatsuki member on my shoulder, and I didn't kill him…can you believe that?
Holding the amputated arm, I winced in disgust.
"The original owner was probably pretty dead for a while…," I observed before readying my chakra for the procedure.
Aligning the new arm, I was relieved to find out that it wasn't too short or long for him. I'd have to thank Kakuzu for sparing me the trouble of going to kill an innocent person for an arm. But, I had to admit that I haven't had much bloodshed on my hands since I left Hidan, and I kind of missed it-
NO. I shook my head, I shouldn't resort back to that morbid mentality, I had to keep my head straight now.
My hands were surrounded by a light green glow, one holding the new arm, and the other hovering over the gap between it and the rest of his body. The jutsu that I planned to use would stimulate cell division in order to attach the arm. Hopefully, I would have enough chakra to do it properly.
"Ready?," I asked him.
"Sure.," Deidara shrugged. I couldn't blame him, after being through so much, he probably wanted nothing more than to have his other arm at his disposal for battle.
Sighing, I went on with the jutsu. New cells grew at the end of the torn and new arm, which connected the two appendages, and left a small scar-like line at their point of intersection.
"Can you move your arm?," I asked, wanting to test his reflexes and muscles first.
He slowly clenched his new hand into a fist, bended his arm, and everything. I sighed, it appears that the jutsu went along rather smoothly.
"Hm, impressive.," Deidara commented at how well he was adjusting to the new arm. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it, it's my job, right?"
To be continued