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Wednesday, April 11, 2007


A request from another Naruto story I'm working on.
My friends Wolfe and Ino were asking about the pasts of the members of Akatsuki in a work I did prior to Prophecised/Yogen No Ko. It kinda follows Prophecised, but it centers around Yamitsuki's half-brother, Uzumaki Sanosuke. And there's no Yuriji... Or KibaIno pairings... And Yamitsuki doesn't go evil (OR DOES SHE?! OR DOESN'T SHE?!) And Oro's really dead TTT___TTT
Eaoden: *dressed as Orochimaru* Um... Cheer up?
Me: *hug* Tank chu.

Well, here's goes... SOMETHIN'...

I. Michinochihime (Itachiko)
The girl was lost. Sasuke could only see his brother's bastard daughter. Miyu, Sasuke's wife, saw trash. The youngest two were scared crapless. But Samaru loved her. She was God to him. He wanted to be like Michinochihime.
(HOW COULD I DO THIS?!)
He bled onto the floor. The blood of a genius. The blood of an avenger. A part of Itachi's prayer stick driven through his heart.
(BREATHE, SASUKE. PLEASE.)
What would they say? That she was just like Itachi? That she was a murderess? If she explained, maybe. She had been so angry. He broke her treasures. And his eyes. Like he was going to kill her. It was her or him. Michinochihime did what anyone would. Kill or be killed.
(I'M NOT LIKE HIM. I'LL NEVER BE LIKE HIM.)
The young girl leaned over her pale uncle and started to breathe into him. It was futile. He was long gone. But she wanted people to know she tried.
*tried to kill him, Murderess*
(SHUT UP)
The two voices, always fighting. That hissy one, the wrong one, she thought he, IT, had died long ago. The strong voice, the right one, rang out, proud and loud.
*Admit it, you wanted him dead. You hated that look.*
(Shut Up!)
The strong voice was losing. The wrong one was getting stronger. "Is this what going crazy feels like?" she thought aloud.
*YOU KILLED HIM YOU KILLED HIM YOU KILLED SASUKE YOU'RE A DIRTY MURDERER LIKE YOUR FATHER. ITACHIKO ITACHIKO SUCH A PRETTY KILLER MY ITACHIKO*
(just die)
*I'M NEVER GOING TO DIE I'M GONNA TAKE YOU OVER
ITACHIKO THE BEAUTIFUL KILLER WITH EYES LIKE SIN AND SKIN LIKE A DEMONS AND HAIR LIKE DARKNESS SUCH A PRETTY KILLER MY ITACHIKO*
(samaru needs his big sister)
*SCREW SAMARU. CHECKMATE*
(sa-chan)
*SUCH A PRETTY KILLER MY ITACHIKO KILLING THE GOOD INSIDE YOURSELF SUCH A WONDERFUL GIRL MY ITACHIKO YOU'RE JUST LIKE ME MY ITACHIKO THE PAST WILL ALWAYS BITE YOUR ASS AND I AM THAT PAST ITACHIKO MY CHILD YOU'LL FORGET LIKE I DID MY ITACHIKO*
(samaru)
*YOU CLING TO HIM? YOU'RE A DIE-HARD BITCH, JUST LIKE THE ONE THAT BORE YOU. FINE, CLING TO HIM IN YOUR OWN UNSIGHTLY MANNER.*
Michinochihime retched. She felt like everything from mother's milk up came out of her mouth. That voice. The thing she called Father. The one that had nameded her Itachikonomichinochihime. That ridiculous, evil name. Why wouldn't he DIE?
Then she laughed. Part of her loved it, the way it finally had power. The other part took the katana Sasuke carried and held it to her neck.
The screams carried. Miyu screaming. Ayame's wails. The baby, was it Kage?, crying as loud as his little lungs could.
*THE HELL CAN YOU DO, ITACHIKO?*
Somehow, she could see the boy downstairs, slightly older than Michinochihime, with long black and partly gold hair and sharingan that reflected an empty Hellfire. He knew she watched them all fall through his eyes. "You belong to me, Itachiko." he chuckled, talking like an old lover instead of an assasin. "Dawn is rising, Itachiko."
The girl resigned. Sins of the Father are incurable once father's are dead and their children are weak. With that philosophy in mind, Michinochihime ran away from it all, Katana pierced through her wrist until partway down the stairs when the pain bordered unbearable. Blood of the Uchiha's trickled down the blade. She saw Samaru, but she's damned to remeber what was said.
*MY BEAUTIFUL, FRIGHTENED ITACHIKO A MONSTER WHICH COULD SLAY EVEN HER FATHER IF SHE DARED.*
(i won't let him become me)

II. Akikasumi *Even the Birds*
"Even birds fly free, Akikasumi." her mother said. The young girl nodded. "Even the lowest of Servant's is free in dreams. Now, that is not true." Tori no Iwagakure explained. Akikasumi nodded again. "We are only free in Death, Akikasumi. We are only beautiful in Death. Your father said Art is not" "'Art is not art until it is destroyed'!" Akikasumi finished, blowing a strand of blonde hair away from her face. She was bored. Mother kept reviewing Akatsuki and Father and art and all crap that came up. Deidara had been dead a little over a month, and Tori had gone mad. Akikasumi couldn't give a damn even if she cared to.
Whenever Deidara showed up, he was always pissed at the world and knocked Tori around. He never touched the child. Akikasumi was 'An artistic genius'. Everyone else called it a bratty little bitch who broke everything and was spoiled, literally, rotten. Akikasumi, even from a young age, told her mother to leave her father. Tori wouldn't hear of it. She knew of Deidara's views. "He's just making me into a work of art, Darling." Tori would say as she tucked her crying child into bed.
Akikasumi cried when Deidara died, and yes, she was sad, sad she hadn't gotten to the Bastard first. But Tori had tried so many times to kill herself. Akikasumi needed to be strong. She truly did care. She loved everyone in the whole fucking world. She was just brought up around scorn and whispering of her lineage and her father beating the life from her mother. Her love was a twisted kind of love. The type that you only knew it was love and not Sadist psychological torture when you had known her for many, many years. Even when she grew up and joined Akatsuki, only two of her peers grew to understand her.
Akikasumi eyed the holes in her hands. Not holes, exactly, but mouths. They talked to her when she was alone. They had clay within them. And the clay went KABOOM. Really, really loud, too. Akikasumi loved it and hated it.
She was definately her fathers child.
"Akikasumi... I want you to be the most beautiful bird in the skies." Tori said. Akikasumi scoffed. "I'm already a Peacock, Mom. My ego can't get much bigger." she said quite seriously.
The fall wasn't so bad. Tori just took her, held her over the edge, and let go after slashing out her own heart. Akikasumi knew she wasn't going to die. The mouths told her. The bird caught her. The one that landed and went KABOOM.
The red-haired boy was waiting amongst the endless stones that gave Iwagakure it's name. He stepped out and looked at the blonde girl. She looked absolutely mad. Her blue eyes were bugging out as she looked at her hands. She chuckled. "I like it." she said. The boy nodded. "You can do a lot more. If you want to." he reasoned. Akikasumi licked her lips. "I wanna... make some art!" she exclaimed, running and taking the tall boys hand. "And you shall. You shall cause all types of art." More like catastrophe. he thought.
Akikasumi looked at the birds. "They're so ugly!" she squealed. The boy roled his blue eyes. "What are you planning, Danna?" he asked. The girl squealed and crushed the birds with clay. "I made them pretty!" she said. "One day," she began.
"One day, I'll make EVERYTHING pretty."

more tommorow... The main members of Akatsuki... Uchiha Michinochihime and Iwa no Akikasumi.

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