Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. As much as we would like to believe we are all beautiful, society would never allow such thoughts. It is so embedded into our minds what is beautiful, men should be muscular and have chiseled features. Women should be petite and delicate. I would be lying if I said I was happy with the way I look. I think no matter how confident you seem everyone still wants to be beautiful, to actually feel beautiful. My mother was beautiful. I remember her elegant body and slender limbs, her soft honey colored hair. Mother always told me I was beautiful, but I never really took her seriously. After all she was my mother, she was supposed to say those things. And then when she died I regretted it. Now no one would ever tell me that again. I was condemned to a life of being ugly. I guess you could call me a loner. I have a couple friends, but don't really make it a priority to hang out with them. I actually like being alone, or at least that's what I tell other people. Of coarse I secretly want more friends, I want to have the confidence and courage to hang out with them in public. But for now I don't mind it being me.

"Journal entry complete! Guess I should go to bed…"

RING RING RING RING

"Wonder who that is…Hello? May I ask who's calling?"

(Yes we are calling regarding your application)

"Application? What application?"

(The location to meet is at the clearing in the northern part of the forest, make sure your not followed. We will see you tomorrow)

CLICK

"Hm, maybe they had the wrong number, very strange. Well time for bed."

I woke up to the sun blaring through my window. Another boring day…Maybe I should go for a walk!

As I started walking through the forest I remembered the phone call. Maybe I should go meet the person and tell them they got the wrong number. I arrived at the location and looked around.

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

I felt something behind me. "Were you followed?"

I spun around so fast I fell flat on my bottom.

"Um, no, but I think you-"

He cut me off "We have to go it's not safe to speak here." He started walking away, and I followed, still a little soar from my fall.

We came to a large house in the middle of nowhere (How did I not notice this before!)

When I stepped in I could have died from shock, there was a woman (very beautiful) and a bunch of guys. One gestured to me. "Whose that?"

"This is the applicant I was talking about, remember?"

He frowned. "Aw man I was hoping she would be hotter."

I already hated this guy. He was tall and lean, yet nicely toned. His hair was slicked back and it revealed his gorgeous face. I quickly looked away so he didn't think I was a freak.

"Listen I think you have the wrong person, I never applied for anything."

The man I met in the forest looked at me confused. "You didn't apply for an Akatsuki position?"

(Maybe I should say I did. I have nothing better to do. I wonder what this is anyway, probably one of those cleaning services. After all I did want a summer job.)

"Oh wait now I remember, yes! I did apply!"

He nodded.

"Well Im very impressed with your skills, top of your class, intense study of taijutsu, S rank level, you're just what we were looking for.

(What kind of cleaning service is this?!)

He held out his hand. "Welcome to our organization."

"Oh geez what have I gotten myself into!?