Hehe… I wouldn't put in a character unnecessarily. Remember how lonely Masaru is? Hidan's sister, Misa! Make the connection!

PART ONE

The Kages dispersed after that day. The Raikage agreed to join their alliance with the Akatsuki and so they all returned to their respective nations to plan for the war. The children that were released were in their countries, receiving aid. Strategies were marked out and the Akatsuki gladly welcomed yet another immortal.

'What the fuck happened to you, Imouto? You look like my bastard partner.' Hidan said concerning his sister's multiple stitches, after completing the ritual with his sister. They both had Iwa blood in their hair. They found two snooping around the Akatsuki base.

'Oh… Iwa's goddamned Explosion Corps blew me to bits because I killed their fucking captain. That's why the healing's so fucking slow!' Misa growled in irritation, though her face stayed impassive.

'Hey Hidan… Can we train?' Masaru asked, appearing up in a tree. Misa snapped her eyes up and they met yellow feral ones that widened in curiosity.

'Where are Hitomi and Daisuke? Fucking?' He teased then noticing his sister staring at Masaru and vice versa.

Masaru cringed. 'Hidan, shut up. I didn't need the mental image. They're out on a date and I'm bored.' He looked back at the girl's purple eyes and long silver hair. He hopped down a bit too close and she threw out her scythe instinctively. The sixteen year old caught it in time but it cut through his arm bandages. They fell off to reveal his sapphire tattoos. 'You shouldn't do that.' He said softly, his fangs showing. She cocked her head.

'You shouldn't have come closer without fucking introducing yourself first.' She countered, her face perfectly calm even though her eyes showed a fight. Hidan shuffled. She retracted her scythe.

'Your sister? I recall Leader-sama saying something about her.' Masaru asked Hidan in an almost bored tone.

'Oh yeah, I forgot, Team Prodigy hasn't met her yet. Yeah, this is my fucking sister, Misa.' Hidan said enthusiastically. Masaru didn't know why but this girl Misa was intriguing him yet also… irritating him. He had no idea how. She was completely impassive much like him.

'Hey, what's with the fucking tattoos and the weird hair?' She asked rudely, of course.

Masaru twitched. 'The tattoos are my bloodlimit. This is my natural hair colour.' Then he moved fast, coming right in front of her. Her eyes went wide and she moved to swing her scythe but Masaru held it tight. Hidan watched awkwardly… What the hell?

'What the fuck do you think you're doing?' She demanded, her voice slightly pissed. Her face was completely emotionless but he could see the danger in her purple eyes.

'Introducing myself. My name's Masaru Kasai. The last of the Kasai clan, a member of Team Prodigy, ANBU and Akatsuki.' He said in a monotone. She stared into those wise calm eyes. She wanted to make him lose control. She wanted to see what chaos he was capable off. How strange, she wasn't her brother after all… He slipped her hand off her scythe when her guard was down. Her gripped tightened on his hand. He brought it to his lips briefly and released her, taking a few steps back.

Hidan groaned loudly. 'Fuck you, Masaru. No one does that olden days shit anymore! Don't fucking use that shit move to hit on my imouto!' The Jashinist said in irritation.

'I'm not hitting on your sister, Hidan. I'm doing what any man should do when he meets a woman. Besides, she might have killed me by now if I pulled a move on her.' Masaru assured, casting his gaze on Misa. How could she possibly push his buttons when she didn't do anything? He was completely okay with Hidan.

'How observant of you… Don't fucking touch me again, you motherfucker.' She ordered disdainfully even though she silently admitted to herself that his touch took her off guard. His tattoos had sent a little magic to her skin. She picked up her scythe.

'It's not like you're easy to kill. But I'll beat the shit out of anyone who tries to hit on my imouto.' Hidan said protectively. Masaru raised an amused eyebrow. Hidan was the protective big brother? Who would've thought?

'Nii-san, shut the fuck up. I'll do that myself.' She said proudly. Masaru really couldn't resist. Weird because he usually could.

'Careful, Misa… You might be the one to get hurt.' It was mockery… he knew. But he couldn't help himself. Very strange.

'I'm a Jashinist, baka. I'm fucking immortal.' She bragged which wasn't like her at all. She'd usually ignore or just kill any idiot that mocked her not join in with their immaturity.

'Imouto… he's right.' Hidan put in, his face straight for once. The shock of seeing her brother so serious… he didn't even swear. She turned to him with naïve eyes, a little sister's eyes…

'What do you mean, Nii-san? Jashin-sama has gifted us both.' She said surely. A bit of uncertainty leaked out though. When it came to religion, she trusted her brother completely, the one who taught it to her in the first place. He gave her the key to immortality through Jashin.

'Masaru found a loop hole while fighting me. Kakuzu watches my back now just in case. We'll have to find you a fucking partner who can do that for you when you fight in the war.' Hidan said with a grin to reassure his little sister. He was usually the immature one but he always stepped up to protect her and take care of her when she needed it.

'No need. Hokage-sama was planning on placing her with you and you're in the same division as I am. I will watch for her.' Masaru offered. He doesn't know what it was about her that made him do that so he just excused it as doing it for Hidan. They were friends after all.

'What's the fucking loophole?' She asked grudgingly, being entrusted to someone she found undeniably annoying. She was clueless as to why. She dealt with Hidan fine but his calm was so grating. But then she was much the same too.

'If someone consumes your blood then that person can kill you.' Hidan recited simply like he said it too many times before. Then he beamed, serious air dispelled instantly. 'No worries though, Masaru's a fucking animal. He'll tear their fucking heads off before they can even move.' Misa remembered the incredible speed at which he moved in front of her and the sureness of his fingers on her scythe. Not to mention his fangs… Powerful.

He sighed in exasperation. 'I wish you wouldn't go around telling people that. I don't do that very often.'

PART TWO

'Hitomi…' Daisuke breathed, tracing the line of her delicate jaw. She smiled at him, her mask pooled around her neck. She was so beautiful. He leaned over and she closed her eyes, expecting a kiss. He brushed his lips over the scar on her eye. 'You… make me high.'

'I never understand why you do that.' She said, leaning on his toned chest, listening to the intricate music of his heart. There was a special piece in there that was more complex. It took a long time for that one. Orochimaru was proud of his work though. She touched the scar.

'Easy. You're beautifully different. And that takes guts. Your ferocity is appealing to me. Therefore, you make me high.' He said bluntly, pressing his lips to her silver hair. She sighed happily.

'I don't know how you know just what to say at just the right time.' She confided, snuggling into his side. He chuckled and stroked her cheek with one hand. A soft tune blew out. 'I love how your chakra jumps when I'm around and your body makes music. Like it knows I love it.'

'And I love making you music. I love that you love it. So I know you'll love this.' He teased, getting up and alighting a kiss on her lips softly before he walked out into the breezy field.

His body emitted soft and harsh sounds together, contrasting in the most uniquely drastic way. Hitomi was caught in the sweet sound. It was so stunning and pleasant to hear. Heaven's music. But the sound sliced deep into the ground in erratic motions completely destroying the grass. This sound was precise and everything it touched crumbled into nothing. When the jutsu stopped and the music faded, there was a lovely flora pattern with Daisuke in the center. It was deadly and beautiful just like the user.

Hitomi raised from the ground and danced her way in between the petals, captivating her boyfriend with the way she moved. She didn't know how she did it when her certain legs felt like jelly inside. She fell lightly into his open arms, caged to his chest where the music still played. It made the perfect symphony, coupled with the constant beat of his heart. Complete together.

'I call it Peach Blossom. I made it… specially to protect you in the war. Masaru can dodge it with speed but… Only you would be able to dodge it with grace and ease… I swear you will live through this war even if it means I will not.' He promised. Her loving eyes gained a determined fire as she looked into his mesmerizing violet eyes.

'You're not dying. I won't let you. I swear.' She couldn't bear it if she never heard his music and his voice again.

PART THREE

'Daddy.' Tenshi spoke, clearly upset. Her seven year old frame was stuck in the door. Konan was speaking to her husband. He opened his arms for his child. Seven years old… she was a mature girl but she had no qualms running to the comfort of any one of her parents' arms.

'You've become quite the eavesdropper.' He whispered softly, stroking her hair. Their crimson strands mixed easily. Konan smiled at the sweet sight.

'You trained me so hard… you always told me I was different from other Genin. Why can't I fight with you and Mom and the other Akatsuki? I'm an angel like Mom right? Angels protect god.' She justified, she was so afraid that this war would somehow manage to kill her invincible father. He didn't look as invincible since the day she snuck in and saw his crippled form. Her question made it sound like a child's question. There were a hundred answers she knew but she wanted to know what Pein would say. He knew that.

'I'm your father. Fathers protect their children. It's that simple. Besides, you have a mission.' Nagato said, nudging her to her mother. Konan held out her hand and she took it easily.

Ame's angels walked out of their god's office and into Konan's work space. Papers flew around in the form of origami. Tenshi loved this room because of it. Konan snatched a paper plane out of the air and straightened it out, placing it in her daughter's hands. Tenshi stared at it. It was a mission for her with the rest of Team Dojutsu minus Neji as her backup. Ame's mission with Konoha supporting.

'You're putting Ame with the Konoha refuges?' She asked in disbelief.

'Your father and I have decided that it's best since we're so close to Konoha and our refuges here have been found out by Iwa ninjas.'

'Then why am I specially needed there?' She asked in confusion. Konan smiled at her child and fixed the paper flower in her fiery hair.

'The people of Konoha… they trust you. More than they trust Akatsuki members like your father and I. You are Ame's angel princess. The people of Ame look up to you. It is because of these two factors that your father and I are entrusting you with this mission. You're going to protect them but it is more than that. You are our pride and joy and it will be you that will keep these people holding on, hoping for the best.' Konan said, stroking her little girl's cheek with a trusting smile.

'I'm still worried.'

Konan sighed in exasperation but the smile stayed. 'I will watch over your father. Don't worry, he'll come back to you.' She reassured.

Tenshi wrapped her arms around Konan tightly. Konan caught her along with the impact, returning the hug with one arm while placing the other on her daughter's head comfortingly. 'Watch over yourself too, Mom.'

'We'll both come back to you, my baby angel. Then we can go dance in the rain.' Konan promised, kissing her baby girl's hair lovingly.

PART FOUR

'Does it feel okay, un?' Deidara asked gently. He couldn't touch his daughter without her flinching. She controlled it better now though. It wasn't like and obvious flinching but more like a brief tensing of her muscles.

'It's a little strange but… I like it, hm.' She said with a smile. She swept her fringe aside to reveal the new metal eye piece Deidara and Sasori had designed for her. She turned it on and winced immediately. Hikari startled up but Deidara calmed her, placing a hand on hers.

'The pain will go away when you're used to it, un. Then you can use it properly.' Deidara assured as she turned it off. Her fringe swung down and she looked up at her father with a small smile. It was adorable. Mini female Deidara smiling up at big male Deidara.

'Now I'm just like you, Daddy, hm!' She said happily. Deidara froze. That was exactly what Iwa wanted. But here she was saying it proudly and as strong as ever. Time would heal her psychological wounds like they had with Deidara. They had damaged her but she made the best of it. She was the bird with the broken wing. The one that made the bird a better flyer. Just like Deidara.

He was proud of her. Not all three year olds can boast taking out several of Iwa's finest shinobi. Which was exactly what she did in her attempt to escape. 'Yeah, un. You're just like me. And you're a work of art too, just like your mom.' He said with a heartfelt smile. Kazumi went teary-eyed, always wanting to receive the same compliment her mom was pretty enough to get. For the first time since her kidnapping, she didn't flinch or tense when she hugged her father.

PART FIVE

'Kazumi and Takuza are coming to Suna to hide? Why?' Teisu asked his father. They were doing light training, just to test out his new puppets and new abilities. They were much better.

'Because it's too predictable to have you three in Konoha or have all of you in your own villages. That and Kazumi threw a fit.' Sasori added lastly. Teisu cracked a small smile. He did not smile very often now and he did not smile for just anyone. 'These puppets are very well done. Did your mother help you?'

'No. Mother taught me but I wanted to make them myself.' Teisu answered, keeping the simple smile on his face for a little longer. The scars on his wrists stayed even when everything faded. Not everything… but his parents didn't need to worry themselves.

'Did it hurt?' Sasori asked suddenly, unable to keep his anger at Iwa down. He had control but it had to come out at some point. Teisu looked at his angry father, surprised. He held up his wrist and twisted it, moving the puppet as well.

'This?' He questioned. He looked at his wrists for a while more. 'It hurt more that I couldn't help Zumi-chan and Takuza.'

His son was darker now. Innocence had been lost when he slew his enemy and then he had been broken once when he witnessed his friends' torture. This one thing wouldn't make a difference. Teisu's heart was still in the right place. 'When I come back from the war, I'll bring you someone skilled and show you how to make human puppets.'

Teisu's eyes glittered. 'One day, I'm gonna save everyone I love.' Sasori smiled and patted his son's head with his puppet hand.

PART SIX

Takuza shot up in his bed in shock, he managed to stay quiet though. His eyes were activated in fear and anger and they were bleeding again. He shut them tight and tried to breathe and calm down like how his father showed him.

Itachi opened the door and entered the room, seeing his son with blood on his hands and face. 'Takuza.'

'Father. I had a nightmare.' The child explained, looking up with black eyes once more. Itachi turned for a moment and called his wife.

'Do you want to tell me about it?' Itachi asked gently, picking up his three year old son.

'You already know.' Takuza stated, understanding his father's intelligence. Kazumi's whimpers and Teisu's crying voices still filled his mind.

'Yes.' Itachi admitted, stroking through his son's hair to calm him. He had come running when he felt the sudden chakra spike. Shizune appeared, looking distressed when she saw the blood. She rushed to her baby boy, healing hands ready.

'Don't worry, Mother.' Takuza soothed softly, patting his mother's hands. Takuza loved silence. He was very aware just like Itachi so he heard the quiet almost nonexistent sounds that were coming from his mom. She smiled for him and took away her hands, moving into the bathroom and returning with a wet cloth to wipe away the blood.

'You're quite sharp if you could hear that.' Itachi commented so quietly, Shizune didn't hear it. Takuza did. He smiled at his father.

'I don't like hearing sounds like that. It hurts… inside.' The three year old tried to explain, rubbing his chest when he said the last word, not having the vocabulary to elaborate. Shizune heard this one and both adults knew exactly what he was talking about. 'I'm going to be as strong as Father one day. Then I can help everybody and I'll never have to hear sounds like that ever again.'

Shizune cleaned him up and tucked him back in with a soft soothing lullaby and a kiss of a mother's love on his forehead, all under the watchful, protective eyes of Itachi Uchiha.