PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE THE STORY

Hi guys :D I just wanted to tell you this is chapter and some chapters to come are from a new characters point of view. He is a character designed for a really close friend of mine. I swear he is important to the story line, and I will be sure to include a bit of Amai's situation in each. But enjoy :)

One thing: The logic behind Itachi wanting to kill Sasuke in chapter 4- Itachi has spared Sasuke once before. Now he's getting in his way. Itachi's nature= simple.

I had to elaborate on this because SOMEONE brought this to my attention.

Thank you for all your great responses, the followers, and my favorites on the story. I will not abandon my original plot and such.

Keep faith and trust me I love you all :3 3

"How far away is this damn village?" The large, well-built shinobi, Ryota Dai asked his teammates, Koji Madoka, and Takehiko Tamotsu.

"Shut up and keep moving. Who cares how long the walk is?" Koji trilled.

"Watch your mouth pretty boy."

"Both of you shut up." Takehiko said finally stopping to look back at them. He shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Whining, and fighting aren't gonna get us there any sooner."

Takehiko was an eighteen year old chunin from the Village Hidden in the Clouds. As were Koji, and Ryota. He and his team had been summoned to the Waterfall village by a man with the name Kimmimaro Murasaki. They weren't told specifics on the mission, only that it was some sort of reconnaissance.

Koji crossed his arms, his long silver hair fluttered around him.

"What are we doing there anyway?"

"Nothing new Ko, none of us know."

He nodded closing his eyes, Ryota looked over at him.

"We'll find out. I hope it's something I can use jutsu in."

"I agree!" Koji said sounding royal. Takehiko rolled his eyes.

"Come on you two, I think we're almost there. I smell water."

They nodded and began walking again.

Takehiko couldn't shake the heavy feeling of dread he'd had since running into that- man. The gallant pale man moved with such precision and grace, he seemed rather like a wolf. His height matched Takehiko's perfectly, which is where all similarity stopped. The older shinobi had hair the color of carrots, deep purple eyes, skin that resembled moonlight. His unkind face filled with all sorts of piercings. What bothered Takehiko the most was the black robe, decorated with clouds the color of blood. Who was he? He knew he'd find out. Which gave him the feeling of dread. He looked to the trees where his pet monkey leaped along with them.

"Senshi." He shouted at the dark form obscured by leaves. He held his arm out and Senshi leaped on it. He climbed on his shoulders and settled there.

The village wasn't as large as their own, but was charming nonetheless. The three boys moved with caution, as all eyes were on them. They didn't need to ask directions to the house of where their mission lie, they just followed the path from town to come to a house right near the large waterfall.

"Here we are..." Takehiko whispered. He knocked on the large door.

The door opened but not all the way, a towering figure stood behind it, icy eyes stared them down.

"Is Kimmimaro Murasaki-San home?" Takehiko asked with a strong bold voice.

"Who's asking?" A deep rumble answered him, his teammates shrunk back a bit.

"We are the three chunin from the cloud village. Takehiko Tamotsu, Koji Madoka, and Ryota Dai."

The door swung wide to reveal the mountain of the man behind it. His stern face was rather young, yet cut deeply with stress lines.

"I am Kimmimaro. Come in." He said.

Takehiko proudly strolled in the home. It was both quaint and immaculate all at the same time. The man -Kimmimaro- forced a slight laugh,

"I'm sorry the place is a mess."

"No Murasaki-San it's perfectly fine."

He motioned for them to sit on a couch, he took a place in the chair directly in front of them. Looking at them for a moment he cocked an eyebrow,

"You boys were surely named well... Except for you." He said to Takehiko.

"What do you mean?"

"Well Madoka means flower, and here's a pretty boy. Dai means large, look at the size of him. But you- you look really lazy. Very good-looking, but lazy. Nothing prince-like about you."

Takehiko could only smile.

"I suppose you want to know why you're here-" He began before sliding a photo over to them. Picking it up lightly Takehiko was surprised.

A stunning girl not much younger than he was stood beaming at him. Her skin was the color of peach blossoms, lavender hair, and eyes the color of yellow jewels. She was feral yet sweet all at the same time. All three shinobi took in a breath.

"That's my daughter."

"Oh?"

"She's been missing for two weeks now. One day she went out to the edge of the village as she always does, and didn't come home. I've brought you here to go find her."

"Not to be rude sir, but we have no idea as where to look."

"I know what might have happened. I have a list of four organizations... S-Classed organizations, with S-Rank missing nin's in them."

"How does this pertain to your daughter? Organizations like that don't go stealing people's kids."

The man slammed his hands on the table startling them all.

"Damn it! My daughter is very important! Not only to me... but to the safety of this village."

"What do you mean."

"My daughter was born with seven different chakras. Seven. Each one of them are different and very powerful. Three of the chakras belong to a beast inside of her, she called Kurai Akuhei when she was a child."

"Dark Evil?"

"Yes. This beast isn't exactly a beast, I don't know what it is. I only know it's evil and destructive beyond compare. If she lets herself go, it comes forth and sucks the life from anything she touches. If she gets angry it comes out and kills, taking the essence of whatever it killed with it. That's how it feeds, and keeps quiet in her."

"The second chakra it has gives her wings, delicate white wings. The third chakra is unknown. For the monster to come out of her fully and transform her, she needs to allow it. Unless the things restricting it are torn away."

Takehiko couldn't believe what he was hearing, he stared down at the photo. Trying to imagine this innocent looking creature taking lives to fan the flames created by something inside of her. The wings he could imagine, she looked so much like an angel.

"Has she ever allowed it out?"

Kimmimaro shook his head. Suddenly Takehiko could see why organizations of criminals could want her. She was a source of raw power.

"What about the other four chakras?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but I do know they keep the beast at bay..."

Kimmimaro got up and paced the room, pounding a fist on the wall leaning on it.

"She killed her mother when she was five. Not intentionally, she got mad and touched her and-" He hit the wall again.

"Murasaki-san?" Takehiko said,

"Yes?"

"We'll help you."

He smiled and walked back over to the chair, relieved.

"You have no idea how much this means to me."

"Now what's her name? And what're those organizations?" He asked eagerly.

"Her name is Amai, she's seventeen. The organization at the top of my list is the Akastuki...Have you heard of them?"

Dread.

"No."

He slid a folder to Takehiko. One labeled in large letters Daybreak. He swallowed and opened it.

Akatsuki/Daybreak Organization. An organization created by three young shinobi named,Yahiko, Konan, and Nagato. The original motive of this group was to stop the tyranny in their own village. After the death of Yahiko it became a haven teeming with criminal S-Rank missing ninjas. Their main goal is to capture all tailed beasts in the world and instill a world "peace"..

Known members:

Pein Nagato

Deidara

Konan

Zetsu

Kisame Hoshigaki

Kakuzu

Hidan

Sasori no Akasuna

Obito Uchiha

Itachi Uchiha...

The name caught in his mind. He had heard this name before. But where?

"Who is this Itachi?" He asked Kimmimaro.

"Flip the page. He's the most well-known of the Akatsuki."

Upon flipping the page Takehiko had to catch a falling picture. A man with alluring red eyes, pale skin, and long black hair that was tied back greeted him. None of this shocked Takehiko more than the cloak he wore, long black, decorated with clouds of blood. He looked at Kimmimaro.

"Do you have anymore pictures of other members?" He asked frantically.

"Take-Chan you okay?" Koji said next to him, frowning. Kimmaro shook his head.

"I saw a man with this cloak- on the way here."

A look registered on Kimmimaro's face, his eyes widened.

"What did he look like?"

"He had orange hair, and purple eyes. His face had so many piercings. He was like... Thirty?"

"Which way did you guys travel?"

"Back roads."

Feeling on the edge of victory Takehiko remembered something.

"Damn it... This still doesn't prove she's with them."

"Well this means we can look for them first." Koji said, looking over Takehiko saw he was smiling.

"Their base was rather public a while ago. In a very rural area. I went looking for it myself a few days ago..." Kimmimaro said softly.

"What did you find?"

"They've moved. Where was the man you saw going?"

"Pretty much the opposite way we were going."

"That might mean something..." Kimmimaro muttered getting up to pace furiously.

The feeling that arose in Takehiko was one not unfamiliar. A deep sensation of determination that he'd been feeling since he was thirteen. He was going to find this girl. And he was going to find her alive.

"We'll find her Murasaki-San. My team and I will take care of everything and she will be home soon." He said triumphantly, placing his foot on the coffee table.

"Thank you... Um could you please not stand on the table?"

"God, Take-Chan, have some class."

Takehiko smiled sheepishly, stepping off, still no one could break this feeling that had come over him.

Kimmimaro gave them the folders of the different organizations and saw them off. Takehiko's fingers burned with the Akatsuki's folder. Deep in his core he knew that these people had the girl Amai... If a guy like the Uchiha was in it, what other kinds of monsters were among him? The realization that they would have to learn as much as they could about each of the members struck him. He knew they couldn't go into battle with people they knew nothing about.

He looked to his friends who smiled at him. True friends.

Though normal enough on the outside Takehiko was lazy, yet very talented, and very intelligent. But in the village he called home he was alienated, hated, distrusted. Though most everyone who felt this way hid it behind fake smiles. He never understood why they treated him like this, it wasn't like... It wasn't like he'd done anything anyway.

A trauma that would never go away plagued his dreams. The feeling that he had been useless to stop it would always haunt him. And a feeling of vengeance above all others, he tried to ignore. He knew this would make him weak and bitter, which was something he couldn't afford. Not with his little brother and mother, he could not be weak.

Though anger and resentment often plagued him. The hatred was directed toward his very own vile rogue father.

Five years before

The day when things changed for Takehiko began like any other. Waking up as usual, fighting with his two younger brothers, kissing his mother lightly on the cheek before leaving with his brother for training. He was only thirteen, the brother that came along with him was eight, his youngest brother was five.

Takehito's father was a well respected shinobi in the Cloud Village. His name was Hiro Tamotsu, and was never home. Despite the fact everyone respected him, Takehiko never liked him. Being his eldest son, he wasn't treated as his brothers were, even at their age. It was often very awkward for Takehiko to be alone with his father because they never spoke. Maybe he knew... Maybe that's why he isolated himself from his own father.

The favoritism his father played with his younger brothers had no effect on the way he felt about them. Nori a hard trainer even at the age of eight, loved to spar with his brother. Ryuu was a big help to his mother when their father wasn't around. Takehiko considered this to be his only family. The man named Hiro was just a story told. Until he came around. No attempt was ever made to be nice to Takehiko by his father. That is where the base of resentment came from. The other parts of the hatred resonated from the wary look in his mother's eyes, the loneliness that plagued her, and Hiro's lack of caring. And the way he left his brother's without so much as goodbye.

The last time Hiro had left Takehiko caught him. He was livid.

"You coward!" He spat the usual laziness he withheld leaving him.

"Why are you leaving in the middle of the night? Why do you do that?! Without a word. Do you know what you put mom through?"

Hiro stared at the boy coldly.

"That is none of your concern. Go to bed."

"It is my concern."

"You're thirteen you stupid boy. What gives you the right to belittle me?"

"Nori and I are the ones who take care of this house. Usually that's a father's responsibility."

"Don't worry... I'll be gone for good soon." He hissed at Takehiko.

"You... Bastard!" He said and lunged for him.

The man swung his arm casually and hit Takehito somewhere between the ribs. Pain blossomed in the area. The stubborn boy went after him again, this time landing a jab in his neck. Hiro caught his throat and picked him up. Takehito struggled dangling, fighting for air.

"Go away stupid child." Was the last four words his father said to him. Before that day.

Nori skipped beside Takehito, babbling on about new things he'd learned. Both were in good spirits, the sun was setting things were good. The walkway to their house hadn't changed. The front door hadn't been tampered with. Yet when they arrived inside both of Takehiko's hands were yanked behind his back, his vision restricted, and he was thrown to the floor. He could faintly hear Ryuu sobbing, and Niro's labored breathing. He was struggling to keep calm himself.

"They're all here. " A strange man's voice said.

"I've got Ryuu... Hiro told you what to do." Another unfamiliar voice.

A snicker and the sound of something metallic. Something sharp and metallic. Takehito's mind raced, his heart throbbed painfully in his chest. Where was his mother? What was his father doing?

Suddenly the answer to his first question came. The sound of his mother shrieking in pain in another room got Takehito to his feet. Only for someone to push him back down. The screams stopped all that was left was a sickening gurgle.

"Lovely mother you boys have. What a looker. Too bad really." A voice said.

The feeling of a sharp sword on his back, he waited. His heart was in his throat.

"I hate to use a sword for this- but well boss's orders." The man said and pressed the blade into Takehiko's back. That's when he fell into blackness.

The blackness lasted for what felt like a long time. He woke somewhere still unable to see. The air was thick and heavy with a strange smell. It took him a few moments to realize the air was scented with blood. He remembered then the events that led him into the black. He must be alive if he smelled blood. Takehiko squirmed and moved around, breaking his wrists from the weak bindings. There was a tight band around his eyes that he ripped from his head.

The utter horror that surrounded him still haunted him. He lay in a puddle of his own blood, next to him Nori lie motionless, face down. Takehiko made a move to reach for him but was stopped by a searing pain somewhere near his spine. He noticed Nori's shirt was soaked with blood on the line of his spine. He let out a moan and opened his eyes. Takehiko was overcome with a small relief that made tears flood his eyes. Nori was alive! What of his mother. He glanced up to see her crumpled on the floor five feet in front of them.

"My boys... My- boys..." She murmured. A trail of dark blood followed her.

They were all alive... But for how long? And where was Ryuu? Hatred stopped Takehiko's tears. He now had a purpose for his life... To kill his father.

Amai was nervous... She sat in an underground arena. She wore only a white tunic. Knowing nothing of Pein's plans made her extremely nervous. She stood when he entered the area and was comforted by the sight of Itachi. Though his neutral expression was strained harshly, it still gave her comfort to know he was there.

"Hello Amai. Today is a little experiment I'm conducting. You'll be fine don't worry." He assured her. Still she felt increasingly terrified with how he was closing in fast. As he reached down to the anklet that held the seven feathers, and snapped three of them off. Before leaving he looked her in the eyes and smiled,

"Ten minutes. And you're done for today."

A heat rose in her chest, hot enough to burn her. A shrill inhuman laugh tore from her mouth. It wasn't hers. Suddenly a light encased her, and she was trapped. Despite that she was no longer in control of her own body, she could feel it ripping and transforming. The monster laughed all the while. Her no longer damaged wings ripped from her body and were engulfed in the burning light.

Itachi watched with anger and sadness as the monster in Amai's body came from her. Pein had figured out that whatever was inside her was being restricted by four of the seven chakras she possessed. She collapsed to the ground before a blinding light blocked out the view. Screams of agony, and harsh laughter of joy were coming from her. It was all he could do not to run in and replace the feathers.

Eventually it all stopped. Dirt had been picked up in some sort of wind, a sickening sweet air replaced the normal air. As the dirt began to clear Pein and Itachi leaned forward. But what emerged from the clouds of dirt was no longer Amai...

An inhuman scream erupted seconds before it came flying at them from the cover of dirt.