Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Summary: This is a story about a member of the Akatsuki terrorist group and
their relationship with the members.
Rated PG-13 for: Violence, adult language, adult situations, suggestive
content. Rating is expected to go up in later installments.
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We all know what happened four years ago when Uchiha Itachi, age
thirteen at the time, slaughtered all but one of the Uchiha clan. From
there, he disappeared until age seventeen, where the Naruto manga began.
But what happened in those four years...? Nothing was known or spoken
of until my vivid imagination dreamed this up.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you "Zaigou".
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Small, dark clouds rolled through the night sky, blotting the stars
from view. A chill breeze blew from the North, a sure sign of the
approaching winter season. It was an unnaturally still night, the crickets
and katydids forsaking their autumn serenades as if in respect for the vile
act being committed in their mist. Only one sound broke the stifling
stillness of the evening, piercing the air like shattering glass.
"Please, sir, have mercy!" cried the short, bald old man as he knelt
on hands and knees at his attacker's feet. "I beseech thee, take what you
want and leave me in peace!" The tiny man's voice came short and ragged
from the pain already coursing through his veins. His small, beady, tear-
filled eyes gazed up at his assailant pleadingly in hopes of reconciliation
and pity, but brought him just the opposite. The strange marks surrounding
the pupil of the attacker's eyes spun around rapidly, and the pitiful man
was flung into a room of torture within himself. With a quick shudder, the
victim fell face-forward into the dirt before him, his eyes rolling back in
his head and a low gurgle rattling from his throat as his life was snuffed
out like a candle.
"Pitiful," scoffed the dark character who stood before the still
corpse, his voice low and icy. As if on cue, the cloud that had been
drifting before the harvest moon disappeared, allowing ochre light to grace
the earth's surface.
A tall teenager, his body encased by a flowing black cloak decorated
sparingly with crimson clouds, towered over the silent body of the expired
man. Silky, flowing onyx hair, pulled back in a low ponytail and secured
by a gold ring, lashed lazily against the boy's back with the breeze. The
dark bangs that framed his pallid face could not obscure the glint of his
metal forehead protector, the symbol carved upon it being that of the
Hidden Leaf Village, a slash through its center as proof of his deflection
from the ninja base. Heavily-lashed Sharingan eyes glared out coldly and
emotionlessly from beneath thin black brows, furrowed towards his forehead
center in disgust and contempt. Twin scars graced his cheeks, following a
path down the inside of his cheekbones and surrounding his small, pointed
nose. A thin, almost lip-less mouth completed his features, its position
currently in a prim, hateful frown.
This was the missing sage ninja, Uchiha Itachi. Wanted for the
murder of the Hidden Leaf Village's most elite clan, the Uchiha, among a
multitude of other things. The teenager, who looked to be about sixteen
years along in his life, stood as a statue would for several moments, his
expression of disgusted indifference never wavering.
"Kisame," he suddenly spoke, his frowning mouth opening slightly as
the sound escaped his lips. For several silent seconds, the world seemed
still. It was as if the boy had spoken to the passing wind, but the
crunching of dried leaves announced his companion's arrival.
"Itachi-sama," said the man as he appeared. Pale blue skin and white
hair immediately set off his shark-like appearance. Twin sets of gills
graced his cheeks, along either side of his wide, straight nose. Red eyes,
though unlike the other boy's, glowed from beneath his own forehead
protector. The symbol of the Hidden Mist Village, so carefully engraved
upon the metal, had been slashed through heartlessly as an act of contempt.
A long black cloaked, adorned with crimson clouds as Itachi's, flowed in
the breeze. A large sheathed sword donned the man's back.
"What do you want, Kisame?" Itachi hissed acidly to his assigned
partner. 'I prefer to shed blood alone, you of all people should know
that." The malice in the teenager's voice was unmistakable, and Kisame the
shark-man inched back slightly.
"Orochimaru-sama is assembling all members for a very important
meeting," Kisame replied, his voice grating and gruff in his throat, like
the sound of barnacles being rubbed together. "He would appreciate it
greatly if you came for once." Kisame could only widen his beady eyes in
fear as, in an ebony blur, Itachi closed the teen-foot gap between them,
drawing a kunai to Kisame's neck in the process.
"I did not ask for your cheek, shark man," hissed Itachi
threateningly. Though the two partners were at the same skill level, it
seemed as if planes of power separated them, Itachi's skills surpassing
Kisame's own. The superiority in strength had given the teenager an
attitude that could be only matched by a lord or daimyoh.
"Understood, Itachi-sama," Kisame gulped nervously. Itachi silently
sheathed his kunai and withdrew from his comrade's jugular. "If Orochimaru
wants us all to meet, it must be for a decent reason," Itachi mused aloud.
"I suppose we should be making our way to the meeting place."
And with two silent streaks of black, two of the terrorist group
known as the Ataktsuki- that supposedly consisted of only eight members-
slipped away into the fabric of the night.
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In chapter two: Who is the mysterious new member of the Atatsuki?