One thing I should warn you about. I don't know how long this is going to be or how long it'll take me to write... but I write tragedies.
Or... I try at least.
So my apologies in advance if this makes you sad, cry, angry or disappointed.
That's my goal. I know, horrible.
3
Mikuloveitachi: soo... yeah, well no one threw anything at us yet (for what Kira said in the first chapter)
Kira: Oh, psht, no one cares. EVERYONE loves the akatsuki and appreciates your obsession.
Mikuloveitachi: IT'S NOT AN OBSESSION!
Kira: ... well... yeah, it is.
Mikuloveitachi: o.o"
Kira: Our fans are probably sick of this by now (if we have any) Soo... time for the story!!!!!
We (kira and I) do not own Naruto. Though that is true, tis sad. Don't we all wish we did? Maybe Kishimoto will share it with me. No? Probably not.... Guess I'll just have to make my own anime!!! ...but it will never, ever be nearly as good as Naruto. Nothing can compete. 3
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Part II
I knew these two members of Akatsuki from Orochimaru. He'd taught me everything about everyone he knew. The one who had black hair, tied in a little pony tail in the back was Uchiha Itachi. He'd murdered his clan years ago, and joined the Akatsuki for God-Knows-Why. The blue-skinned shark boy was Hoshigaki Kisame, a former Mist villager. I had no background information on him, but knew he had a pretty lethal sword that would shred its victims. I didn't know what exactly the Akatsuki were trying to achieve, just that they were after the tailed-beasts.
I'd overheard Orochimaru and Kabuto talking about Itachi once (though I wasn't supposed to hear this I don't think). He was talking about how he'd failed at getting the Sharingan once, and he had a plan. Didn't really elaborate on that part. I was lucky Kabuto was so interested, or else I probably wouldn't have known what Orochimaru meant. When Kabuto asked, he said when he'd been a part of Akatsuki, he attempted to overtake Itachi. The Sharingan was something he wanted, badly, but it was too strong against his attacks.
They'd found me about halfway through the conversation, and asked why I was eaves dropping.
"Like hell I would eaves drop on one of Orochimaru-sama's private conversations," I said, "I came to tell him something."
Kabuto smirked and was going to reply one of his smart-ass replies when Orochimaru stepped in.
"And what is it you would like to tell me, Rain-san?" Orochimaru asked in his not-so-soft voice.
I was taken off guard by his use of -san, which was meaning to show respect (he'd always called me -chan before) and it showed. I stood there like a dummy, totally dazed.
Orochimaru was in no hurry but Kabuto got inpatient.
"Either answer or we'll assume you were spying," Kabuto barked.
Ow, jealous much?
I shook my head, clearing my thoughts of Orochimaru, and smirked a smirk worthy of Light Yagami. I knew too much about both of these Akatsuki members to be fooled by any tricks they had up their sleeves. Even if I wouldn't have had background info, I still had an upper hand. The snake inside of me loved fights, loved blood, loved death. She was a sadistic thing...
With my whip in my left hand, I reached behind my back with my right. They both flew towards me, intenting to off me with one strike. If they were going to beat me, it wouldn't be that easy.
Jumping up and avoiding a few blows from the shark, I landed lightly behind Itachi. He started to turn and I ducked backwards as he swung his whole body around, his hand flying just above my face. It was so close, I could smell the blood pulsing through his veins.
Kisame was behind me now, and he grabbed my arms, pulling me away from the Uchiha and closer to him. I hissed at the sudden contact, and slithered out of his grasp. He looked slightly confused but wasted no time. He pulled Samehada off his bakc and swung it relentlessly at me. I jumped back, easily avoiding the sword, and right into Itachi's arms.
He turned me around and stared me in the eyes. I laughed, knowing he was trying genjutsu on me. Unfortunate for him, I was immune to genjutsu. I don't know why, so don't ask. We had found out during training with Orochimaru. My team mate, Neya, was an expert at genjutsu. Probably not quite as good as Itachi, but it mattered not. I was immune.
"Silly boy," I hissed and he froze. He should've known, with that Sharingan of his, how wild my chakra was at the moment. I was releasing chakra from the spots on my arms that he had a grip on, and was shooting it up through his arms and into his chakra system. He was completely frozen.
I pried his hands off me just in time. Kisame had decided to attack when he thought I was distracted.
He was only half right.
If I didn't have the snake spirit inside me, I might not have noticed him coming on time. I'd always been good at focusing; she made me better. There was always the whisper of her voice in my head, telling me exactly where everyone was and who was attacking and how much time I had to evade their attacks. It was actually kind of nice.
Falling to the ground was my best option. If I jumped in any direction, I'd get hit by the sword, even if only slightly.
He apparently saw this coming and was using the sword as a distraction. Once I hit the ground, he did a somewhat flip-like thing and his foot connected with my right cheek.
Ouch.
I rolled over and jumped up before he could do anymore damage. The chakra I shot into Itachi was slowly wearing off, and I didn't have much time before he could move again. I had to beat Kisame and run.
"Behind you!"
I jumped to the side as a water clone of Kisame grabbed where I'd been seconds ago. I whipped the clone and it turned back to water and dissolved intot he ground.
The real Kisame came at me now, more determined.
I jumped back, landing behind Itachi, who was looking back and forth between me and Kisame. Though he was frozen, his eyes showed impatience. Didn't he trust his partner?
I realized a little too late that I'd landed in a trap. Apparently, the chakra I'd shot into Itachi wasn't enough (he was an Uchiha, after all) and had worn off quicker than it would normally. Itachi turned and captured me in his grasp, digging a kunai into my back.
I screamed. Well, more like, the snake within me was enraged so much that she overtook my body (which happens from time to time) and screamed in anger. A very loud, very high pitched tone. Higher than any human could hear or reach.
It was my sound ninjutsu: being able to reach such high levels of sound that it could break someone's ear drum, or even possibly damage their brains. After training so long with the snake inside me, she had caught on to most of my jutsus. This one especially.
Itachi had to let go of my body, because he was about to be sick. He ran a few feet before throwing up slightly and then falling to the ground, trying to stay conscious. Kisame had covered his ears halfway through, which had only helped him slightly. He still closed his eyes and swayed a little. He soon found his balance and stood upright.
"Sound attack?" he asked curiously. Unlike in most TV shows or movies that had a lot of fights, I didn't like to make the fight even longer by just standing there and talking and working myself up.
But the snake was in no hurry. And since she was in control, I had no say in what my body did, really.
"Well aren't you a smart one, Kisame Hoshigaki of the Mist," she hissed, walking towards him, "Such a waste..."
He smirked and took a step back, still looking a little wary from the last attack.
She scoffed, and launched my body at him. My teeth became significantly sharper and stronger, along with my eyes turning to slits again. He tried to duck, but she was too fast for him. She latched my teeth onto his shoulder and knocked him down. Now on top of him, she started sucking the blood from his shoulder, the poison in my teeth spreading through him quickly.
Unfortunately, it was only a paralyzer. So he'd be paralyzed for a few days, but not long. And he wouldn't die.
I had to practically scream at her to just leave while Itachi was still passed out. She finally obliged, realizing that it was her Mother ordering her. She sometimes lost control when she came into contact with blood. It was like her heroin... or worse. It was like her oxygen.
"I am so sorry, Mother! Please, I am so sorry! Please!"
She always begged for forgiveness once she realized she'd upset me or done something wrong. It was a little annoying, I must admit, but it was nice to have something there at all times. Even if it was a demon... it was more than being alone.
She finally had dragged my body far enough away that I could relax a little. The Akatsuki were not ordinary ninja, I'd known that much from the start. But the thought of being stuck and trapped in that village any longer angered me. I knew, if out numbered by anbu, it was possible for them to catch me.
She gave my body back to me, giving up control once she knew I was safe. As awesome of a demon as she was, she took a toll on my body. If she was in control too long, I started to change. My skin would turn to scales and my tongue would grow thin and long. The first time she came out, she'd been out too long and the transformation was almost irreversable.
Since then I hardly ever let her out. But I slipped sometimes, or sometimes she got too angry to fight against.
I sighed and laid down under a tree. It was getting darker out and my stomach was full from the shark-man's blood. It wasn't as good, I had to admit, as human blood.
I examined myself thoroughly, making sure that the only too wounds I had were the gash in my back from Itachi and the bruise on my cheek from Kisame. I didn't find any other cuts, scrapes or bruises. Just dirt.
I closed my eyes and tried to relax. My heartbeat was still above average from the fight, and I was sweating and breathing hard. I wouldn't be sleeping for a while, but I would at least be able to relax.
Or not.
