Author's Note: I am thinking of changing the title of this story to Delusional Akatsuki! It is most certain that that will be this story's new title, but the changes might take several weeks so the news spreads between all you readers! By the way, thank you for your support!

Warning: Chapter contains blood and dark moments!

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Chapter 12- Declaration of Peace

With every bell that I heard, the wound in my chest opened as a sharp blade was pressed against it quickly and mercilessly forcing the blood within it to gush out with a shredding pain. The blood burst out in an odd sensation of smoldering flames that left me aching white. Yet, after minutes of this torment, my mind awakens to find itself on the ground, as it previously was, with nothing plunged into the depths of its torso. The pain that came rushed in like waves of fire all concentrated at the center of my being. It came and went as a steady breeze as if nothing had happened. It was just as though my mind had been trained to attack me at the ding of a bell and, for all it's worth, it had been trained well.

Everything around me appeared red, dark and gloomy. The world seemed to be a depressing place that was only designed to inflict more pain upon me, the longer I lived. It only felt right to give into death and its merciful hand when it would come. There was nothing left for me to live for. Nobody here was going to remain beside me long enough to comfort me and heal the internal damage that has been inflicted upon my dying being. Devastation grew within me like a disease, a virus, that slowly killed and painfully devoured the insides of my body until I become nothing more than a lifeless corpse, a hollow shell, brittle and frail. It felt like I was already dead, just rotting by each passing minute. Hope? There were remains of a flickering light known as hope that dwindled within me minutes ago, but now it had been extinguished, all evaporated into the cloudless sky.

The prickly grass beneath me was bloodstained from the extermination that occurred awhile ago. But it embraced me tightly, along with my consciousness, as though it were trying to comfort me and my fading spirit. The souls commenced to roam around me like I was in the in-between preparing to merge into their world yet not dead enough to escape the suffering that had been subjected against me in this one. The essence of death has not fully grasped onto me, tight enough, with its liberating hand to bring about my escape, thus burdening me to live on through the torment to come. The gentle wind that came about took an attempt to comfort my frightened soul by coating me with its breeze, however it only made me shiver even harder.

The sound of footsteps, heading my way, evidently came from the crunching of the grass below their feet. Slow at first, but then it grew louder and louder as I remained unmoved, only able to close my eyes and hope for death to free my tormented soul. Things would have been simple if only I were to depart, however life would never provide me with that tranquil escape. The afterlife has not prepared room for me yet... not yet.

A hand gradually held onto my shoulder, squeezing it lightly then rotated me off my abdomen to face them. The tears fell involuntarily burning my cheeks softly from their salted drops.

"Nora!" a voice I had never heard before called to me. It was sweet and merciful. Nothing like the voice of that invader. From its calming nature, I knew it was a female. She felt warm and motherly as she embraced my body close to hers. It felt nurturing, safer, if now I slept and rested soundly within her grasp. Everything would melt away in her loving touch and tender heart. Her smell was pleasant of flowers and shampoo. The thoughts that roamed within my head caused me to feel heavy and incapable, however it didn't really matter to me, being held securely within her arms. Oh how I missed a mother's touch playing with my hair or kissing my forehead. Now I only try to avoid the thoughts of my family, how disappointed they probably are from me. But it didn't matter. It was irrelevant now to think of them. No doubt they're gone already.

"Nora!" Their voice was distressed now and weary as I heard the lingering sound of my family calling beside her. There was nothing left for me to lose for I knew my family was not near to cradle me with their forgiving touch. There was no point in keeping the one that now attempts to save me waiting and cause them to suffer. Let them preserve their hope and innocence for I had fallen far too deep within my own fantasies, trapped, lost, never to be liberated again. There was no hope for my survival, but there was hope for theirs, so I opened my eyes, struggling to view their face from the invading lights of the blinding sun.

The worry on their faces diminished greatly as they saw me wake. It was as if the world had been saved and the government had fallen and everything was finally at peace once again.

"You're bleeding!" She spoke in concern. "All this blood and you're not dead! You gave me a scare, but you're quite strong!" She tried to cheer my spirit and calm her aggravation, but failed magnificently.

The silence between us grew as our eyes gazed deep into each other's reading the pain and the suffering held within them. Soon, she searched for the wounds that had caused the red fluid to pour out of me, only to find none. Then realization struck her mercilessly that the blood soaked into the layers of my clothes was not mine. And her reaction was to clamp her hand against her mouth in awe then uttered the gruesome truth.

"This... isn't your blood, is it?!"

No need for words to be exchanged for she understood when my gaze averted from hers. The torment within her eyes grew, but she appeared to call to herself to be strong and brave. Even though, I could still see the tears forming on the borders of her eyes and see her struggle to blink it all away.

Her hand slipped into mine then I felt my heart beat again. There was still hope around and I fed on hers.

"I will take you somewhere safe. Where no one will find you ever again."

Blonde hair. Blue eyes. It were as if an angel had come to save me.

Three days ago, I was burdened with the conditioned ache within the chambers of my heart. And in those three days, I attempted to heal the deep punctures in my chest. However, the holes were far too extensive to treat, so they were left wounded in hope that time will heal them.

Now I gazed at the setting sun glad for another day to be over and distressed for a new day to begin. The wind was graceful and brave to play its warm vibrant gusts around me. The clouds shone with bright reds and the sky transformed to a shade of purple. As my eyes gazed at the contents of my hand, it held a shining blade desperately begging it for an easy end. It moved gradually to my wrist as the cutting edge fell cold upon it. It thirst for blood and the sensation of tearing skin thus I gave into its demands and provided it a taste to satisfy its craze. The slight graze trickled some red fluid from my wrist and the pain produced was sufficient enough for me to live on. Now there was no ache in my chest or a throb in my mind. There was only a sting my hand and that was enough for me to move on today.

The sound of the blood as it hit the patio. Dribble. Dribble. It soothed me. My heart has been hushed and my mind has been eased. Tomorrow was to be yet another day to attack me. No mercy, just torment.

"Nora", I heard Gina call before she found me on the veranda. Before she could see, my cut hand closed itself upon the small razor then hid it within my crisscrossed arms. "Hiding from me?!" She spoke in sarcasm playfully.

"No, I was just here", I told her simply.

A graceful smile beamed upon her lips as she stood beside me, leaning on the railing, watching the sunset. "Gorgeous!" She spoke of the glamouring lights that shone from the falling sun.

No reply was given to her as I gazed along with her at the sinking star. As I watched beside her, my thoughts fell upon matters I had hoped to have avoided longer. The thoughts that roamed within me desired Itachi, his whereabouts, his condition. This distressed feeling grew within me at an overwhelming rate as I comprehended his death then accepted it slowly. There was sense of anticipation that welled inside of me. Everyday I stood on the patio awaiting his arrival. It felt empty without him here. It felt like I had been abandoned.

"He'll come, you'll see."

I gave her a weak nod for I knew without him nothing would change. The world would end sooner or later and we would be incapable of saving it.

Suddenly, Gena neared me with her odd intentions to play with my hair as she usually did to pass the time and ease our thoughts. Without her desires and loving notions, we would have been living in depression and gloom, unable to live past a day of life. Quickly, she giggled in merriment as her hand fell upon my wrist pulling me closer to the inside of the house. I followed with a smile that faded instantly when she stopped then glanced at her own hand that was wet with blood. Slowly, her gaze spoke of its disapproval. "That's a bad habit. You better stop it before it gets out of hand", she demanded motherly.

"By tomorrow the chakra would have healed these small cuts." There was an attempt to clear her mind of deep worry.

She shook her head dismissively as we entered the large house. As soon as she sat on the large couch, I took my seat on the hardened floor before her as I allowed her hands toss and play gently with my hair, braiding it gradually with perfection. "Stop counting on that chakra", she added.

It was rude of me, but I ignored her. Gena was the angel that saved me that day. With a quick wave of her hand, we were teleported out of the green forest and into the cold depths of Canada. Initially, I was certain Gena was a magical creature that had been sent down to me from the heavens to save my withering soul and rescue this fading planet. In actuality, she was mere mortal assisted with advanced technology to transport our bodies to Canada. It was a prototype that aided our escape, however its unrepairable malfunctions limited our ability to depart farther than North America.

"How would you describe Madara in one word?" She asked oddly, waking me from my remembrance as she broke the awkward silence between us.

"Evil", I answered quickly, confident that my answer will suffice.

A sigh of sadness escaped her chest. "Why does everyone see Madara as a villain? I don't understand!"
In disbelief, I answered her with anger, "He's killed people we love, took over our world and forced everyone to obey him. How could you not see that he is a terrible guy?!"
A huff of disappointment escaped her lips as she rested her chin on her hand. "He's not bad. You can't rely on words and descriptions and beliefs that people throw at you. You have to make your own decisions."
"Well then, I decided that he's bad! Conversation over!"
A loud thump was heard as Gina slammed her hand viciously on the table with anger. "The conversation is not over! You still haven't made your own decision!"
"There is nothing good about him! It's settled!" I stood then walked back out onto the veranda hoping she wouldn't follow... however, she did.
"No Nora, it's not", her voice was composed now, "stop blinding yourself from the truth. Madara has created a glorious world where no hate exists, no wars, and no pain. Everything will be at peace once the Resistance is gone."
"What are you saying?!" I couldn't help a croak of mistrust to exit my throat. "How could you even say that?!"
"Think about it. The world that he has created is one where you won't be judged on how you look or who you are. There won't be racism, stereotypes, bullying. No one would be considered clever and no one would be considered dumb. People aren't better than any of the others around them and, with him as ruler, no one would be acting high and mighty. Nobody would be judged anymore and everyone would finally be truly equal." I gazed at the sky and allowed the breeze to dance on my skin as she continued, "a man won't be considered any better than a woman. And every child would live with pure happiness beaming everyday on their face", she pointed to her face as she produced a bright smile before she continued, "We won't have to suffer with single mothers anymore. There won't be divorce, homeless children, single parents, teen parents. No one would have to hide their identity or life anymore. No one would suffer. The world would be perfect."

"It was perfect with the Supervisor as head of the world", my voice became distant as my thoughts brought about the conclusion of his death and the bitter fact of it being my fault.

Gena tittered, forcing a distasteful glare to poison my features as my eyes darted toward her with evident animosity. "As if!" she chirped tauntingly. It took no time for her to notice how serious I had been with my statement. It was then that her mocking laugh ended then replaced by a disapproving tone. "You must be kidding?!"

A light shake from my head forced a sigh of disappointment to escape her. "Why would I kid about something like this?!"

"No Nora", her voice drawled in disbelief as she drooped her shoulders a little, "You must know the Supervisor is a complete jerk!"

"Jerk?!" I repeated in offense.

"Of course!" she retorted strongly with her hands placed lightly on her hips. Gazing at my features of dismay, her tense body relaxed and her strained voice lightened. "Sit down Nora." She led me to a seat on the patio. With the intention of proving her wrong, I took the seat without question as my unprovoked sight set upon her rested features. "You're right", she commenced slowly, resting the doubt that welled within me about her treason and allowing my back to fall onto the chair, "He had created a perfect world. Maybe a little far beyond perfect", she noted more to herself than to me, "But not an equal world." The way she spoke to me brought more of her knowledge to light and drenched me with a sudden sense of ignorance. "Nora", she directed her voice to me, grabbing my attention even farther, "This 'Supervisor' has done more than just perfect the world, he has taken away from it glorious moments, histories, and people that can never be retrieved!"

"He has done things only for the better good", I defended.

"There was no good in taking away the sick and disabled to be placed on an island to fend for themselves, knowing fully well they'd die!"

"He did no such thing!" Rage shook violently within me. This girl knew nothing of our precious Supervisor. "People who had a hard time living were sent to Hawaii! Heaven on earth!"

"Hawaii is nothing but a myth!" she yelled back before inhaling deeply then exhaling hard. "Hawaii was a false vision to keep the citizens from rebelling. It became nothing more than a death trap for the uncured, criminals, and disabled. There is nothing heavenly about it."

I stood fuming in anger, unable to control my despise. Her lies were harsh upon me for I had killed my ideal, a hero, of this world! Then she comes along and dares to dirty his name with her fictitious ideas and unfaithful words. "The Supervisor watches over us from the shadows. He goes about and sees our troubles then provides a solution to improve our lives." There was no point in my furiousness to grow farther on this girl. After all, she had helped me and cared for my wounds thus I tried to show her far more respect than I currently felt for her.

"The Supervisor is a coward who hid behind the fabrications he poured to his people then eased his way between them to find any possible reasons for an uprising then tweaked his rule ever so slightly to hushen his people and extend his rein. He is no 'Supervisor' of good Nora, he supervises for his selfish needs."

Tears waved their way down my cheeks in surge of hot streams of clear water. It struck me hard to hear mutiny so pure and true. The words she spoke found ways to my heart as they severed my love for the Supervisor and his rule. Disbelief roamed within me as little streaks of hair. "Don't say that", I felt myself weak and unable to defend. There was truth to her statements that I knew were true, but tried my hardest to disbelieve.

Gently, she leaned across the table then wiped the burning tears from the surface of my cheeks. "He has taken many things, but we could change that now", she spoke to me with a cooled smile gracing her face.

There was no voice left within my throat to ask her, but my eyes gave her enough to answer.

"In this new world we could begin anew."
"Do you really think it would be that great?", my voice was slightly hesitant but very pleased and convinced with her words.
She nodded. "No more drug abuse and drug dealers. No more beggars and homeless people. No more sexual assault and rape. No more prostitution and physical abuse. No more thievery and gangs. No more murderers and criminals."
"No more heartbreak and loss".
"There you go! The world would be better with him. Everything that would happen, like death, would be out of our control, but everything that any person would experience would certainly be the best times of their life. That's the world I want to live in." She gazed at me then toward the direction I was gazing at, "Maybe we could have a circus again!"

Her eye shone like pearls as she spoke, it brought about more of my curiosity. "Circus?"

A genuine smirked broke upon her lips. "Yes, the circus! Where previous people used to walk on a rope that was tightly hung on two poles suspended high, high off the ground", she motioned her hands as her enthusiasm took over. Quickly, she jumped upon the table then pretended to walk on a small rope, getting a brief cheer from me. "And people used to swing off swings only to be able to grab another swing that was super high up as well! Let's not forget the people that were shot out of cannons-"

"Cannons?!" I asked in surprise, "Isn't that dangerous?!"

"Nah, they were trained professionals!"

"What else?!"

"Hm... If all ends well, there could be pirates again!"

"Pirates? Like mob pirates?"

"No, of course not!" she giggled, "Pirates back then sailed the seven seas, listened to nobody, and had everything they wanted! They called it loot."

"Pirates... do you think I could be a pirate?"

"Why not!" We looked at each other with joy. "I look forward to tomorrow compared with everyone else. There is a better day that awaits us, of course that is if we believe."
"I believe", I told her before I headed inside hurriedly, grabbing a pen and a paper.

"What are you doing?" She rushed after me.

"I'm surrendering... I'm going to write a submitting declaration of peace."

File X Opened

Name: Pain (Human Path)

Weapons: Metal Rods

Jutsu: Soul Removal

In Case of Contact: There is no escape from the mind reader. The ability to capture a soul by a mere touch from the hand is a danger to all humans. If deemed worthy of truthfulness and honesty, you maybe able to keep your soul, however, if you are found to be a liar and a cheater then your soul would be removed quickly without question. This path of pain remains a tough opponent that cannot be defeated if encountered. Best luck for an escape or survival is to AVOID at all times. If caught, you are are left with the choice of being honest or dishonest. Your soul rests within your hands.

Caution: You have 5 days to submit before a creepy parasite enters your house uninvitedly! You have been warned!