Hey guys, so I was just reading through this again and I realized... that the mix of repetitiveness and bad grammar is kinda gross. So I'm editing and reposting the chapters. Please be patient with me. :) It shouldn't take long, and once I'm done I'm gonna try and work on chapter five. Thanks for staying with me!


I lay in the dark on my bed, lost in my thoughts, the Evanescence pounding in my eardrums completely ignored. Eventually, I took the headphones out, wanting to be able to hear my surroundings, turned my phone off. I was certain there was something there, someone watching me, but at the same time certain there was not.

My eyes continuously scanned my room, and after a while I got stiff. I carefully got out of my bed, my feet soundlessly touching the tile floor. I stepped over the obstacles on the floor and made my way to the living room, where I lay down on our three-person couch, curling my knees up close to me and taking a blanket from the recliner. It was one in the morning. I couldn't sleep. I had been laying in my bed for about three hours before leaving my room.

I wore simple clothes, a plain gray shirt and black pants resembling sweats. I almost never wore anything fancy. My name is Chimoku Hebana, meaning 'silence' and 'peaceful'. My parents slept in their bedroom down the hall. Our house was average-sized, very cozy. My sister, Kiato, lay sprawled out on her twin-sized bed. I pulled her covers up and went back to the living room.

After a while, giving up on going back to sleep, I changed into a fresh t-shirt and pulled on a jacket, quietly exiting the house to get a coke from the garage, flashlight in hand. I didn't actually need it, but it worked as a weapon of self-defense, being several inches long and made of metal. I treaded quietly down the driveway, crawling under the partly-open garage door.

After I had grabbed my coke from the fridge, I began kneeling down to crawl back out, when I heard whispering. Being the paranoid freak I am, I climbed the ladder to the upper floor of the garage, which was really just a storage space. The upper floor still had no sides, so I could look outside hopefully without being seen. I gripped the support beams tightly, carefully hooking my foot between them so I could lean out to see. In case you were wondering, I was kind of afraid of heights. Not bad, I just had to be holding on to something whenever I was up high.

I scanned the area around me, trying to find the source of the noise. After about five minutes, I sighed, unhooking my foot and beginning to turn around. My phone vibrated with a text, and I picked it up to see a message from my insomniac friend, Konachi.

I feel like I'm being stalked. I swear I heard people talking when I went to get my machete from the storehouse, but I couldn't find anyone. Majorly creepy.

I began typing a reply.

I know exactly what you mean. Tell you about it later. I'm on the second floor of my garage. Good luck with your side. Keep your machete at hand. :)

I hit send and put my phone away, leaning out of the garage one last time to look around. I was leaning all the way out, supported mostly by the foot that was still lodged in the wood. Then, the problem arose.

The support beam snapped.

A small yelp escaped my lips as I began tumbling down towards the ground. Out of the corner of my vision, I saw something move. I collided with something. My eyes were closed, waiting for the pain, but it didn't come. Instead, a voice asked, "Are you alright?" I opened my eyes to see a dark figure holding me in his arms. He watched my face carefully, waiting for an answer. I stared at his face. After a few moments of silence, I asked, "Um... could you put me down?"

The man smiled. "No. I believe your ankle is broken."

I raised my head to inspect my foot and snorted. "Put me down. It's not broken."

The man looked uncertain, but laid me gently on the ground. I reached down and slowly pulled my ankle back into it's natural position. The joint made a loud pop as it moved back into place. I circled it around a couple of times, then stood up and faced the man.

"Thank you. For saving me. I owe you big time. I would invite you into the house, but considering it's one in the morning my parents would probably kill me if I did that. Is there anything I can do to pay you back?"

He looked down at me and said, in a dead serious voice, "You can come quietly and without a struggle."

I blinked, then grinned. "You sounded like some kind of kidnapper on Criminal Minds. Nice. I like it." I glanced around me. "What are you doing walking around here at this hour anyways? I've never seen you here before."

The man stepped closer to me. "I wasn't joking. You will come with me, whether it be willingly or forcefully."

I stared at him for a minute, then shrugged. "Whatever. Just let me pack some stuff to bring with me." I turned and started towards my front door. A hand on my arm stopped me.

"If you wake the members of your house or alert anyone that I am here, I will have no choice but to dispose of them."

I shook the man's hand off. "Wasn't planning on it. I'm not stupid." I came out of the house ten minutes later with a duffel bag full of clothes and a lunchbox, in which I had a little food and a couple of cokes. I slung both over my shoulder and stopped in front of the man.

"Where are we going?"

He didn't respond, only motioning for me to follow him. After a few minutes of walking, another man joined us, taller than the first. I looked at him curiously. "Friend of yours?"

The first man nodded, while the second grinned at me.

"You actually cooperated? What a weird kid." His voice was deep and raspy.

I shrugged. "Something new. Plus, I'm not much of a fighter and I don't really feel like getting beat up." After a few more minutes of walking in silence, I randomly questioned, "Do either of you know how to sword fight?"

The taller man grinned at me. "One of the best, little lady. You interested in trying your hand in a fight?"

"No. I don't know how to sword fight, and I'm not an idiot. I was asking because I've been dying to learn how. You know, in case someone decides to be a stupid jerk-face and attack me. I've been wanting to learn hand-to-hand combat as well." I smiled as a scene of me beating the crap out of a guy who had tried to kidnap my sister ran through my mind.

"You're asking the 'jerk-faces' that just kidnapped you to teach you to defend yourself? How does that work?" Tall man interrupted my thoughts.

My eyes flicked to his confused face. "You guys are not jerk-faces. You didn't just randomly attack me, you're being nice to me, and your friend possibly saved my life earlier. Make sense now?" I asked as if I had just explained this to a kindergartener. "I am curious though, why are you kidnapping me?"

"Because we were ordered to. And that fall wouldn't have killed you," the first man answered.

"Oh. Why? And it could have if I had landed wrong." A scene in which my body lay bent at awkward angles on the ground flickered to life behind my eyes.

The first man shrugged. I took that to mean he didn't know why. After a few more minutes of walking, I questioned, "So, what are your guises names?"

The first man answered my question. "I am Itachi, and that is Kisame. What is your name?"

"Chimoku Hebana. What are your last names?" I received no response. I shrugged it off. After a while, we entered a forest, following a discreet trail. I studied all the small side trails we passed, always having loved hiking and seeing paths very few other people saw. Some were not even passable, but I still considered them paths. Itachi watched me closely, and Kisame walked ahead of both of us, leading the way.

"What are you looking at?" Itachi questioned after several minutes of trekking through the forest.

My head snapped up as I was abruptly yanked out of my thoughts. Random scenarios had been playing themselves through my brain, and I had been only slightly aware of the real world as I continued to subconsciously note the side trails.

"Nothing. Just looking around. It would be fun to go hiking around here sometime," I responded absently.

"If you try to create a mental map and find your way out, you will end up dying. There are all kinds of wild animals out here," he told me bluntly. I snorted.

"My brain is too much of a jumbled mess for that type of detail. I have no sense of direction anyways. It's hard enough to concentrate on one single thought without having to worry about where I'm walking." Once again, no response. Silence ensued once again, as did Itachi's staring. It was really creepy.

"Itachi, I swear if you are trying to read my mind I'm going to kill you." My random comment confused both Itachi and Kisame, who had been listening to the conversation.

"Why would I be trying to read your mind?" Itachi asked, bewildered.

"Why am I walking with you through a forest?" I shot back. Itachi shrugged.

"Fair enough."

I grinned in victory. The awesome power of randomness! MWAHAHAHAHA!

"Hey, am I the only one you guys kidnapped?" I asked curiously.

"Us specifically, yes. Our organization, no."

"Who else did your organization kidnap?" For the third time, I received no response. This is getting old. After several more minutes of hiking, we made it to a large rock face with a sensor on it. Itachi held something up to it, and a door opened, revealing a staircase. I grinned hugely.

"I love stairs," I informed my fellow travelers. They both gave me weird looks. My grin widened in victory. YOSH! I GOT WEIRD LOOKS FROM PEOPLE! MY LIFE IS COMPLETE! I began running down the stairs, making sure to step on every one of them. When I reached the bottom, I froze. There were lots of people I didn't know here, and most of them were staring at me. A blonde headed man spoke up.

"Who are you and how did you get in here?"

I remained silent, simply staring at the crowd, waiting for Itachi and Kisame to catch up to me. I had the urge to shrink back, run away, hide, something, to get away from their stares. That's another minor phobia of mine. I hate being stared at. All of the people in the room watched me suspiciously. When I stuck my hands in my jacket pockets to keep from fidgeting with them, several knives came flying at me. I yelped and hit the deck, narrowly dodging the missiles.

"WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT FOR?" I screamed at the crowd, glaring with all my might. Someone laughed.

"Is that supposed to scare us?" a silver haired man asked.

"Don't make fun of my pathetic glare." I mumbled. I stood back up and began to stick my hands back in my pockets, but a red headed man grabbed my arms and pinned them to my sides.

"What do you have in your pockets?" he asked menacingly.

"Nothing. They're empty. Now let go."

Just then, Itachi and Kisame entered the room.

"Took you long enough!" I exclaimed, exasperated.

"Would you like to explain what is going on?" the red head asked Itachi.

"This is Chimoku Hebana, the girl we were sent to capture," Itachi answered in a monotone.

Everyone in the room except Kisame and Itachi stared at me with a new interest.

"This little brat? She barely dodged our kunai. There's no way Leader-sama would send you to capture a little weakling like her," the red head stated.

Itachi turned to me. "I thought you said you didn't know any hand-to-hand combat."

I turned an indignant look on him. "I never said that. I took a little taekwondo when I was younger. But honestly... I forgot just about everything I learned there. I just hit the deck," I finished, sounding disgruntled.

"Why did you keep reaching into your pockets then, un?" Blondie questioned.

"Nervous habit," I answered bluntly.

Itachi regained my attention. "Well, now that you've been introduced, welcome to the Akatsuki headquarters, Chimoku."

Blondie spoke up again. "Wait, why are you all being so friendly? I mean, aren't you our prisoner? We kidnapped you."

I shrugged, Itachi had a hint of a smile on his face, and Kisame full out grinned. Kisame was the one who answered.

"She came willingly. There was no fight. Actually, according to her, Itachi saved her life."

Everyone except the afore mentioned three gave me questioning looks. I smiled.

"So, where exactly will I be staying?"