It was a cold evening in the land of sound. Jūgo sat in his cell, as he usually did. "This one?" He heard a deep voice call.

"Yes this is Jūgo," he heard Orochimaru.

"Lord Orochimaru, where is Kimimaro."

"Kimimaro is dead," this was a lie, but he no longer needed Jūgo, and he would be able to slither away from the Akatsuki without even a scratch. The reason he joined was so that he could hunt down Naruto. He was forced to hunt down the one-tail Shukaku instead. That sounded unappetizing, "Your new partner will be able to control your urges, much like Kimimaro did." That perked Jūgo up a bit. He would miss Kimimaro. He was his first friend outside of his old clan, the only person he could trust. He liked not being able to harm people, but after he realized Orochimaru wasn't going to try to cure his rage, he didn't really want to aid whatever Orochimaru was doing.

"Jūgo," he thought back to when he was a child, at home with his clan. They were the best at containing his rage. A man stood in front of him. As he regained consciousness, he saw the man take a deep breath, "You need to stay by me, remember."

Jūgo nodded, "Sorry, father," Jūgo dropped his head. The man ruffled the boys hair.

"Now now, no need to fret. It all worked out in the end. Go play with the others, I will keep a close eye." The villagers were all very compassionate towards Jūgo.

"Joogie!" One of the children shouted as he approached.

He could never go back there. Not because he was banished or something along those lines: he physically couldn't. That place and those people were no longer there. Truth be told, he wasn't the one who destroyed the village. Although his people were excellent fighters, they were never willing to fight to protect themselves. So when a group of regular thugs attacked, they were massacred. Jūgo was the only survivor. Period. He went into an actual rage. A rage because he was angry, not just because he absorbed too much from the world around him. It was the worst day of his life. He spent the rest of his life after that in caves, only venturing out for food. He hated it, but he hated it a lot less than what his life would have been if he ended up killing others.

"Hello Jūgo," a fishy looking man said to him as the door to his cage opened, "I'm Kisame Hoshigaki, your new partner." The man handed him a folded cloak. It was much too small for the man. "Uh, lord pain?"

The other man in the cloak rubbed his forehead, "We'll just get him a new cloak."

The three were walking deeper and deeper into the forest. Jūgo had attracted the attention of several birds. "They say that there's someone up ahead. He's not wearing a cloak."

Kisame and Pain stopped and looked at the man, "I do sense another presence. A couple actually," They stopped behind a couple of bushes. They heard the sounds of metal clashing. They peaked through the bushes and saw three leaf anbu. One was standing atop the roof, holding a long thin blade, another was on the opposite side of the roof, facing a man with a large blade wrapped in bandages, much like Kisame's.

"Hey wait a minute-"

"Kisame, please swallow your pride. Yes I see the mist blades, but those aren't important right now. We have to get to the stronghold."

"But it won't take long."

"Do you wish to abandon the Akatsuki?"

Kisame grumbled in response.

As they began to walk again, Jūgo spoke up, "Did either of you see a fox mask?"

"Yes, the small one holding Nuibari," Kisame answered, "Why?"

Jūgo made something up, "It's just been a while since I've seen one. Just wanted to make sure I had it right," Kisame just shook his head and continued to walk.

Jūgo remembered hearing about a fox boy from Kimimaro. He had blatantly disrespected Orochimaru. At the time, it upset him. After a while he got over it. Apparently the fox had really upset Orochimaru. He had wiped out everyone besides Kimimaro. Jūgo didn't know how to feel about that. On one hand, the people there were probably suffering greatly. On the other, the fox murdered countless people. Although killing people was always bad, was it really that simple?

"We're here." Pain and Kisame held their hands to the bark of a tree. The bark swung open, revealing a deep chute. The two jumped down and Jūgo followed. The bark closed and the three anbu walked past, unaware of the hideout.

"Ahhh welcome, newbie!"

"My name is Jūgo," he held out a hand, "May I have yours?"

The white haired man stood up and offered his hand, "Hidan," he paused as the two shook, "Would you like to hear a word about jashin?"

Kisame grabbed Jūgos sleeve, dragging him along, "You wouldn't like it."

"Sorry. Maybe later," Jūgo called out as he continued to walk.

"Jashin is the god of Hidan's religion," Kisame spoke, "the religion is based on sacrificing innocent people."

"Oh. I see. You are very knowledgeable, Kisame-san."

Kisame was taken by surprise. There wasn't a lot of compliments being flung around in the Akatsuki, "Thanks."

The two stood outside as pain went into a small closet, "Jūgo do you know what size you are?"

Jūgo was confused. He didn't know what that meant, "Big?"

Pain sighed, "You don't know?" Jūgo shook his head. Pain exited the room and gestured the man to follow him. Kisame went in the opposite direction. They walked into another room. This one contained several unknown tools.

"Is this a torture room? I thought this organization fought for peace."

Pain seemed to stare off into space for a minute. He shook his head, "This is a fitting room. Take off your shoes and stand over by that wall." Jūgo didn't even have shoes on, so he was already excelling.

Pain took him through a couple other things to measure his wingspan, body width, etc. It was very complicated, and Pain seemed to take it very seriously. He then stood and watched Pain cut out a couple long pieces of fabric and run them through some sort of machine. He folded the cloak and handed it to Jūgo, "There. We didn't have any in your size so I just made a new one."

"Do you like to sew?" Jūgo asked before throwing the cloak on. Nobody had ever asked Pain about his hobbies. He also never really wanted to talk about them.

"I suppose. I have to do something to keep me occupied while I'm here."

"So you don't go out on missions?"

"No. It's important to keep my identity a secret. I only go out if it's necessary, like talking to Orochimaru."

Jūgo nodded, "Thank you, lord Pain. I will try to keep the cloak safe." He turned and left.

He certainly was very kind compared to the rest of the Akatsuki. Pain stopped reminiscing and began to cut out another set of fabric to sew. He did enjoy sewing. It was very cathartic. He would make Jūgo another cloak. From what Orochimaru has told him, he was going to need to make a lot of them. Or some sort of different garb. He would figure it out.

Jūgo walked back to where he first entered. He quite liked his new cloak. He thought it looked very stylish. Hidan saw him enter and lit up, "So, would you like to hear about Jashin?"

Jūgo shrugged, "Kisame told me that you sacrifice people. I'm not sure I like that. But I'm still willing to hear about it." Hidan smiled. He had tuned out the first part.

"So, do you think you will convert to Jashinism?"

To be honest, Jūgo was disgusted by the religion. He hated the idea of killing people. Doing it religiously sounded horrible, "No thanks, Hidan."

"Well do you have a god?"

He thought back. He never really thought about god. He did remember the man he called father. He was the closest thing, "Well there was this an old elder who I really took a liking to. He died a long time ago."

"Well what was his name?"

Jūgo sat for a moment in thought. "Hoshigaki? No, no, that's just Kisame," he couldn't think of it, "Sorry, I can't remember. I think it started with an H."

He went back through his memories again. Now he really wanted to remember the mans name.

"Jūgo, are you awake my boy?"

"Yes, father," the boy responded, slowly getting up, "What is it?"

"My boy, it is soon my time to pass on. I wanted to tell you this so you could choose whether to stay in the village or not," the boy frowned. They had talked about how Jūgo might leave the village upon the elders death. He had no intentions of hurting his friends.

"I see, father. Do you know when you will go?"

"No, my boy. But if you burst in anger I will be unable to control it. It hurts me deeply, but I believe that if you want to leave, you should leave soon," Both of them looked down, "I just wanted to inform you, my boy." He began to walk out before he stopped, "Jūgo, just know that I and the people of this village always have, and always will love you."

"Father?" The man turned around, "What is your name?"

The man chuckled, "Well I suppose I can tell you now. My name is-"

"I remember! His name was Hashirama. My father."

Hidan nodded, "Hashiramaism. No, maybe Hasharism. Nooo, no..."

Hidan kept going but Jūgo just thought about the name for a while. It was very important to him. He wouldn't forget it again.

Hey all!
Just a little bit of Jūgo backstory. I felt like his life was never really explained. Maybe that was for a reason, I don't really know. But a big plot twist there, ne? I thought it was really cool to tie in Hashirama like that. Like after his rein as Hokage was done, he established a small village for the clan he learned Sage mode from.
Anyway~
I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did. I was starting to get low on ideas after the chūnin exams, but after doing some planning and writing down some ideas, I think I'm back in the right track. I hope you have a great day/night (or else!)
Xoxo
Jerry out!